When Syd was back in her seat, Michael asked, "What was up with that?"
"My father came back at the wrong moment. Mom had just said she was still in love with him," she responded, watching the seats in front of them.
"I'm sure that was something he wanted to hear. Do you believe her?"
She thought for a minute. "Yes. You should have heard her say it. She sounded so upset because she knows Dad won't listen to her. The look on her face when she realized he had heard her-she looked scared."
"Of what," he asked.
"I'm not sure. Probably how he would react. I wish I could hear what they were saying. I must have interrupted something when I went up there because Mom wouldn't tell me what they were talking about. What did you and Dad talk about?" She turned her attention back to the man sitting next to her.
Vaughn laughed slightly. "Not a whole lot. He mostly complained about having to sit with me and wondered what you two were talking about. I don't think he likes me much. What else did you and your mom talk about?"
"Nothing, really. She told me she really did love my father. And then he came up behind us."
He thought for a minute and then asked, "Did you doubt that she loved him before?" Why he really cared about the woman who had killed his father, he didn't know but for some reason he did.
"Well, what else would I think?" she asked. She turned back to the seats in front of them when she heard her mother raise her voice, asking about Kashmir, then lower it again. "Our whole entire life was a lie when she was around. Why would that be any different?"
"That is understandable. But have you seen the way she looks at him? Like when we were sitting at the airport? I may be misreading your mother here, Sydney, but that seemed like genuine love to me."
She looked at him, wondering when he had become so good her mother; she had been thinking the same thing. "You're right. And honestly, I don't think she could have pretended for so long without there being some grain of truth to her life."
Vaughn nodded. He looked at his watch, saying, "I have to call Kendall and let him know where we are." He picked up the phone and made the call. Vaughn's part of the conversation consisted of many 'yes, sirs' and 'okays' before he hung up the phone. After he hung up, he turned to her. He did not look amused. "Sydney, I hope you like airplanes."
"Why?"
"Kendall needs us back in LA for a different mission that just came up. We have to catch a flight home as soon as we land in Tokyo."
"What? Why? What about my mom and dad?" She was confused; this mission was Kendall's idea in the first place. Why would he take them off it?
"The will continue with the mission as planned. I guess we got some intel on something else that SD-6 wants. Kendall wouldn't say what it was."
"So, we're just going to leave my parents?" Not that she wouldn't mind flying home alone with Vaughn, mind you.
"Syd, I think they can handle themselves. I have to go talk to them." He got up and walked to their seats. They were still asleep and he noted that they were holding hands. He had to shake Jack to wake him up.
"My father came back at the wrong moment. Mom had just said she was still in love with him," she responded, watching the seats in front of them.
"I'm sure that was something he wanted to hear. Do you believe her?"
She thought for a minute. "Yes. You should have heard her say it. She sounded so upset because she knows Dad won't listen to her. The look on her face when she realized he had heard her-she looked scared."
"Of what," he asked.
"I'm not sure. Probably how he would react. I wish I could hear what they were saying. I must have interrupted something when I went up there because Mom wouldn't tell me what they were talking about. What did you and Dad talk about?" She turned her attention back to the man sitting next to her.
Vaughn laughed slightly. "Not a whole lot. He mostly complained about having to sit with me and wondered what you two were talking about. I don't think he likes me much. What else did you and your mom talk about?"
"Nothing, really. She told me she really did love my father. And then he came up behind us."
He thought for a minute and then asked, "Did you doubt that she loved him before?" Why he really cared about the woman who had killed his father, he didn't know but for some reason he did.
"Well, what else would I think?" she asked. She turned back to the seats in front of them when she heard her mother raise her voice, asking about Kashmir, then lower it again. "Our whole entire life was a lie when she was around. Why would that be any different?"
"That is understandable. But have you seen the way she looks at him? Like when we were sitting at the airport? I may be misreading your mother here, Sydney, but that seemed like genuine love to me."
She looked at him, wondering when he had become so good her mother; she had been thinking the same thing. "You're right. And honestly, I don't think she could have pretended for so long without there being some grain of truth to her life."
Vaughn nodded. He looked at his watch, saying, "I have to call Kendall and let him know where we are." He picked up the phone and made the call. Vaughn's part of the conversation consisted of many 'yes, sirs' and 'okays' before he hung up the phone. After he hung up, he turned to her. He did not look amused. "Sydney, I hope you like airplanes."
"Why?"
"Kendall needs us back in LA for a different mission that just came up. We have to catch a flight home as soon as we land in Tokyo."
"What? Why? What about my mom and dad?" She was confused; this mission was Kendall's idea in the first place. Why would he take them off it?
"The will continue with the mission as planned. I guess we got some intel on something else that SD-6 wants. Kendall wouldn't say what it was."
"So, we're just going to leave my parents?" Not that she wouldn't mind flying home alone with Vaughn, mind you.
"Syd, I think they can handle themselves. I have to go talk to them." He got up and walked to their seats. They were still asleep and he noted that they were holding hands. He had to shake Jack to wake him up.
