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"Yeah, we're ready, unless Matt over here isn't game enough." "Bring it on, Anne" "I could take you with one hand." "Alright, you two. The Vegas Special." "One hand? Yeah right... thanks have some cash courtesy of my wallet." "Yeah thanks...both my hands tied behind my back. You'd be floored in a second." "Being floored doesn't have to be a bad thing, Sydney..." "Dirty!" "Is probably what this drink is. C'mon, we have to drink it together." "Three..." "Two..."
"One second ago I would have sworn you weren't going to come." He grins, and motions me inside. One second ago I was reliving a guilty memory I wish I didn't have. You should take the shirt off, I like you better that way. "Why would I miss out on our daily ritual?" I forced a smiled and even a convincing laugh, because that's what spies do, we're trained to hide their emotions and manipulate them into what the audience wants to see. Michael shouldn't have to be an audience. He smiled too, but it was a genuine (100% real, I promise you. And prices here are better than at Tiffanys, huh?) smile, unlike mine, which was hiding the fact that I can't think of anything but the feel of his fingers lacing delicate circles on my back. "So, our mission was successful, right?" Another forced smile and a nervous swallow...see how much he remembers. Probably nothing because he seems just fine but doesn't he know this is killing me inside? "I'd say yes because Devlin told me so, but I really can't remember much. I must have been drunk as a stick last night. Vegas, you know?" "Seriously. I didn't see you after we did the brush past, I just figured you'd get home easily enough." "You didn't stay to watch me in case I lost all of my millions?" I stayed and watched much more than that. "Millions? Try ten dollars which you probably spent on a Vegas Special..." His face twisted up and shit he doesn't remember anything. "A Vegas who?" "Vegas Special. We passed by a sign on the way into the casino." "Ok." There was a silence which I suppose should have been peaceful but nothing is peaceful now, it's all complicated and tense and impossible to forget and how the hell can I do this? "You get back ok?" "Yeah." We were back to back sitting on the table and this way at least I didn't see his face, have to look into his eyes. I could never look Michael Vaughn straight in the eye and lie to him. "Good." It [i]isn't[/I] good and my ride back was the worst ride of my life, you know why? Because I remembered everything, every touch, every look, every word that happened after we entered that hotel room and not even anything before or after just that over and over and over again and how can I live like this, Michael, tell me how I'm supposed to live with this! "What's wrong?" "What do you mean?" "Just seems like there's something on your mind." "No, nothing. Just thinking." "What about?" You. "My father. It's just...I don't know if I can trust him about anything anymore. He seems so unstable and irrational and it's so..." "Confusing?" "Yeah, confusing. I don't understand why he won't get over what happened with my mother. Whenever she's brought up he gets all...crazy. Like he can't think straight." "Everyone gets like that sometimes." Yeah like me right now. "Sydney, what he wants is answers to questions that only time will reveal." Like why did I end up sleeping with you? What did we do, what did you say, do you love me because I think I love you and (I love you, Sydney and nothing perfect lasts forever this won't last forever, either) every second I see you in my memory and every second I remember what happened I become more sure and more unsure of how I feel and how this is effecting me... "Time reveals many things..." "Truer words have never been spoken." They have been you just don't remember and... Please Michael don't get off the table and don't look into my eyes please I don't think I can stand it... The telepathics didn't work as he turned around and looked my straight in the eye. He moved to put his hands on my shoulders and oh god he couldn't touch me.. "Remember, Sydney, whatever's happening...I'm here to get you through this. Always." How can you help me when [i]you're the fucking problem[/I], Michael? "Thank you." For memories that last a lifetime. Memories I don't want. "And, Syd, about your dad... (Do you think we need to call him?) I think he just needs to live with the consequence (No. Let's just do this...) that came with getting married." (I've got the hardware...we're all set to go now) I could feel my face turn white instantly and my hand immediately shot to my pocket, where it clutched onto an object I was previously unaware of... "The consequences of getting married?" (Michael Vaughn, do you...to hold....to cherish....through sickness...forever) "Yeah...Syd are you ok?" (I do) "I think...I need to...go..." (Sydney Bristow, do you...to love...through health...till death) "Sydney, what's wrong?" (I do) The clatter of my heels exploded against the silence of rain dripping on the warehouse roof as I ran as far away from him as I could. (You may kiss the bride)
"Yeah, we're ready, unless Matt over here isn't game enough." "Bring it on, Anne" "I could take you with one hand." "Alright, you two. The Vegas Special." "One hand? Yeah right... thanks have some cash courtesy of my wallet." "Yeah thanks...both my hands tied behind my back. You'd be floored in a second." "Being floored doesn't have to be a bad thing, Sydney..." "Dirty!" "Is probably what this drink is. C'mon, we have to drink it together." "Three..." "Two..."
"One second ago I would have sworn you weren't going to come." He grins, and motions me inside. One second ago I was reliving a guilty memory I wish I didn't have. You should take the shirt off, I like you better that way. "Why would I miss out on our daily ritual?" I forced a smiled and even a convincing laugh, because that's what spies do, we're trained to hide their emotions and manipulate them into what the audience wants to see. Michael shouldn't have to be an audience. He smiled too, but it was a genuine (100% real, I promise you. And prices here are better than at Tiffanys, huh?) smile, unlike mine, which was hiding the fact that I can't think of anything but the feel of his fingers lacing delicate circles on my back. "So, our mission was successful, right?" Another forced smile and a nervous swallow...see how much he remembers. Probably nothing because he seems just fine but doesn't he know this is killing me inside? "I'd say yes because Devlin told me so, but I really can't remember much. I must have been drunk as a stick last night. Vegas, you know?" "Seriously. I didn't see you after we did the brush past, I just figured you'd get home easily enough." "You didn't stay to watch me in case I lost all of my millions?" I stayed and watched much more than that. "Millions? Try ten dollars which you probably spent on a Vegas Special..." His face twisted up and shit he doesn't remember anything. "A Vegas who?" "Vegas Special. We passed by a sign on the way into the casino." "Ok." There was a silence which I suppose should have been peaceful but nothing is peaceful now, it's all complicated and tense and impossible to forget and how the hell can I do this? "You get back ok?" "Yeah." We were back to back sitting on the table and this way at least I didn't see his face, have to look into his eyes. I could never look Michael Vaughn straight in the eye and lie to him. "Good." It [i]isn't[/I] good and my ride back was the worst ride of my life, you know why? Because I remembered everything, every touch, every look, every word that happened after we entered that hotel room and not even anything before or after just that over and over and over again and how can I live like this, Michael, tell me how I'm supposed to live with this! "What's wrong?" "What do you mean?" "Just seems like there's something on your mind." "No, nothing. Just thinking." "What about?" You. "My father. It's just...I don't know if I can trust him about anything anymore. He seems so unstable and irrational and it's so..." "Confusing?" "Yeah, confusing. I don't understand why he won't get over what happened with my mother. Whenever she's brought up he gets all...crazy. Like he can't think straight." "Everyone gets like that sometimes." Yeah like me right now. "Sydney, what he wants is answers to questions that only time will reveal." Like why did I end up sleeping with you? What did we do, what did you say, do you love me because I think I love you and (I love you, Sydney and nothing perfect lasts forever this won't last forever, either) every second I see you in my memory and every second I remember what happened I become more sure and more unsure of how I feel and how this is effecting me... "Time reveals many things..." "Truer words have never been spoken." They have been you just don't remember and... Please Michael don't get off the table and don't look into my eyes please I don't think I can stand it... The telepathics didn't work as he turned around and looked my straight in the eye. He moved to put his hands on my shoulders and oh god he couldn't touch me.. "Remember, Sydney, whatever's happening...I'm here to get you through this. Always." How can you help me when [i]you're the fucking problem[/I], Michael? "Thank you." For memories that last a lifetime. Memories I don't want. "And, Syd, about your dad... (Do you think we need to call him?) I think he just needs to live with the consequence (No. Let's just do this...) that came with getting married." (I've got the hardware...we're all set to go now) I could feel my face turn white instantly and my hand immediately shot to my pocket, where it clutched onto an object I was previously unaware of... "The consequences of getting married?" (Michael Vaughn, do you...to hold....to cherish....through sickness...forever) "Yeah...Syd are you ok?" (I do) "I think...I need to...go..." (Sydney Bristow, do you...to love...through health...till death) "Sydney, what's wrong?" (I do) The clatter of my heels exploded against the silence of rain dripping on the warehouse roof as I ran as far away from him as I could. (You may kiss the bride)