Second chap of the day! :D I definitely need a psychiatrist if I think that
I own Alias. Definitely. But I don't so I'm good. I still need a
psychiatrist though.
Chapter Three: Roommate's Confusion
*This chapter is in Francie POV*
Syd was packing for a trip. Again. It was annoying. She was almost done when the doorbell rung.
"Can you get that?" Syd asked, sorting through drawers.
I opened the door. I saw Jack and... Who was that woman? I should ask. I was really confused.
"Jack, who's that?" I said, pointing to the woman standing next to him.
Jack sighed and massaged his temples. The woman turned to him and smirked.
"Sydney's mother," Jack uttered, tiredly.
I was really confused now. I thought Syd's mom was dead. Or maybe she was a new step-mom? I decided to clear it up.
"Are you Sydney's Step-Mother?" I asked, decidedly nervous.
"Nope, I'm her real mother. Speaking of Sydney, where is the child?" Syd's "Mom" asked, searching for Sydney.
Sydney entered the room.
"Hey, Francie, I'm just gonna wait for Dad to get..." She began, but stopped when she saw her "mom".
"Hey, Mom," She replied nervously.
Sydney's "Mother" smiled and said hi. I was even more confused.
"Syd, I thought your mom was dead," I replied, confused.
"So did I," Jack muttered unhappily.
Now, I was really, really confused. Was she really Syd's mom?
"Well, I wasn't. I met up with Sydney on a business trip to China. A while later, I came here. I am Sydney's real mother." The woman replied.
A surprised look came across Syd's face. It looked like she had realized something.
"Oh! I forgot to introduce you two! Mom, this is my best friend, Francie Calfo. Francie, this is my mom, Irina Derevko," Syd explained as we shook hands.
"Why is your last name different than Jack's and Syd's? Were you married to someone else? And I thought that your name was Laura," I questioned, head spinning from the new information.
Irina looked at Jack a bit wistfully.
"Derevko was my maiden name. I have not had any true relationships since I left. My name has always been Irina; Laura was just a name I used when we got married. You see, back when we got married, they would deport citizens for being Russian. The KGB and all that. Since I was a Russian immigrant..." Irina explained, while Jack looked like he was ready to blow.
"Uh huh. And what about Cuvee, Dearest? Or Khasinau? Laura was an alias and we both know it! The only truth you have told is that when we were married, we would deport Russians. You would know of the KGB, Honey. She doesn't need any more lies. We're all sick of them!" Jack yelled.
Irina turned around, an angry look on her face. I, however, was more confused. What did he mean, KGB, Cuvee, Khasinau, alias, lies? Confusing. Such family dysfunction I have never seen, not even at Christmas when all my nieces and nephews would argue over toys and steal...
"Cuvee and Khasinau were not serious relationships. I was playing Cuvee. And Khasinau was just so he would help me! Lies protect people, Hun. 'Cause, let's face it, the truth hurts! She's a civilian; don't bring her into our mess! The lies and secrets come with the job, Sugar! If you can't take the heat, don't go in the kitchen. Screw your CIA, FBI! You know that they don't help the country! They just piddle around, Baby!" Irina screamed.
They were ignoring us. I decided to ask Syd a question.
"Are they still married?" I asked curiously.
Syd shrugged.
"Cuvee, I didn't know that you were playing another man. I should be impressed that you can handle so many men at a time. And then there's Sark! The truth hurts much less than lies, Babe. You're the one who's bringing her into our mess! I have lied to people for nearly thirty years of my life. I am sick of it. And I think that if Ms. Calfo knew, she would be too, Sweetie. And what about your KGB? And Stalin? How did they help Russia? All they did was murder thousands of innocents and commy leaders! Oh, wait! Did I say that there were any innocents in Russia? That is a complete and utter lie, Love. Worse than the Cheka!" Jack bellowed.
"Oh! You're still mad at me for betraying you! That was ages ago, Cupcake! Sark and me is just wrong! He is not my lover, he is my son! As a matter of fact, your son! The Pravda hurts worse than the lies! You should know, Cookie! I know that you became callous after I "died"! I am no idiot! I've lied for nearly thirty years of my life too, Jack! Do you think that I am not sick of the lack of Pravda in our occupation? Our family's occupation, Sugar Plum? All of us were working towards a greater goal! The unification and stability of Russia. Freedom! There are innocents in Russia! And the Cheka were ruthless!" Irina yelled passionately.
"Of course I should still be mad at you for betraying me! You lied to me for ten years! Then you left me to my own devices! You are the sole reason that I cannot commit to any other woman, Angel! You, always haunting me! We are still married! Sark? Your son? Delightful! I know where he got his ruthless nature from! That explains why Sydney hates him! How would you know what I went through after you "died"? You don't! I drank, I cried, I felt like crap! I was locked up for 6 months, in solitary, accused of betrayal, Darling! My patriotism and Sydney were they only things I had left. And both of them were harshly taken from me! You know what I saw every single time I looked at her? Do you? You. Your face, mocking me, Sweets! It was all I had to keep me from killing myself. I was hovering on the brink. I nearly went insane. I stopped caring, took unnecessary risks, became a loose cannon. All of this is because of you," Jack yelled, gesticulating up a storm.
"You fear betrayal too much, Deary! So much, that in a life or death situation, you can't trust me! I hated lying to you! But, I had to! You are blaming your lack of commitment on me? It's a male problem, you imbecile! I haunted you? There is a reason that I have had your face in my head for twenty-two years. Sark is not ruthless! I raised him a gentleman, Candy! We are technically still married, although I'm sure that you want an annulment! You cried, HA! At least you got to drink! I couldn't lose myself in the alcohol! You felt like crap! Really? So did I! It didn't hurt just you, you know! I was tortured for six months straight because of them thinking that I betrayed them! You saw the place! My patriotism and Sydney were taken from me too, Beloved. Every time I looked at Sark, I saw you! So I know how it feels! I too, nearly went insane! I had to quit the KGB after that! Because of me, you mean, that you are not human anymore. You are more droid than human! I was young, I was stupid, Husband!" Irina yelled.
Syd gave me a sad little smile, put the suitcase in her parents' hands, and dragged them away, still arguing. I was confused even more, as I waved goodbye. I would find out the answers soon, I promised myself.
MTC.............................................
- Loren ;*
Chapter Three: Roommate's Confusion
*This chapter is in Francie POV*
Syd was packing for a trip. Again. It was annoying. She was almost done when the doorbell rung.
"Can you get that?" Syd asked, sorting through drawers.
I opened the door. I saw Jack and... Who was that woman? I should ask. I was really confused.
"Jack, who's that?" I said, pointing to the woman standing next to him.
Jack sighed and massaged his temples. The woman turned to him and smirked.
"Sydney's mother," Jack uttered, tiredly.
I was really confused now. I thought Syd's mom was dead. Or maybe she was a new step-mom? I decided to clear it up.
"Are you Sydney's Step-Mother?" I asked, decidedly nervous.
"Nope, I'm her real mother. Speaking of Sydney, where is the child?" Syd's "Mom" asked, searching for Sydney.
Sydney entered the room.
"Hey, Francie, I'm just gonna wait for Dad to get..." She began, but stopped when she saw her "mom".
"Hey, Mom," She replied nervously.
Sydney's "Mother" smiled and said hi. I was even more confused.
"Syd, I thought your mom was dead," I replied, confused.
"So did I," Jack muttered unhappily.
Now, I was really, really confused. Was she really Syd's mom?
"Well, I wasn't. I met up with Sydney on a business trip to China. A while later, I came here. I am Sydney's real mother." The woman replied.
A surprised look came across Syd's face. It looked like she had realized something.
"Oh! I forgot to introduce you two! Mom, this is my best friend, Francie Calfo. Francie, this is my mom, Irina Derevko," Syd explained as we shook hands.
"Why is your last name different than Jack's and Syd's? Were you married to someone else? And I thought that your name was Laura," I questioned, head spinning from the new information.
Irina looked at Jack a bit wistfully.
"Derevko was my maiden name. I have not had any true relationships since I left. My name has always been Irina; Laura was just a name I used when we got married. You see, back when we got married, they would deport citizens for being Russian. The KGB and all that. Since I was a Russian immigrant..." Irina explained, while Jack looked like he was ready to blow.
"Uh huh. And what about Cuvee, Dearest? Or Khasinau? Laura was an alias and we both know it! The only truth you have told is that when we were married, we would deport Russians. You would know of the KGB, Honey. She doesn't need any more lies. We're all sick of them!" Jack yelled.
Irina turned around, an angry look on her face. I, however, was more confused. What did he mean, KGB, Cuvee, Khasinau, alias, lies? Confusing. Such family dysfunction I have never seen, not even at Christmas when all my nieces and nephews would argue over toys and steal...
"Cuvee and Khasinau were not serious relationships. I was playing Cuvee. And Khasinau was just so he would help me! Lies protect people, Hun. 'Cause, let's face it, the truth hurts! She's a civilian; don't bring her into our mess! The lies and secrets come with the job, Sugar! If you can't take the heat, don't go in the kitchen. Screw your CIA, FBI! You know that they don't help the country! They just piddle around, Baby!" Irina screamed.
They were ignoring us. I decided to ask Syd a question.
"Are they still married?" I asked curiously.
Syd shrugged.
"Cuvee, I didn't know that you were playing another man. I should be impressed that you can handle so many men at a time. And then there's Sark! The truth hurts much less than lies, Babe. You're the one who's bringing her into our mess! I have lied to people for nearly thirty years of my life. I am sick of it. And I think that if Ms. Calfo knew, she would be too, Sweetie. And what about your KGB? And Stalin? How did they help Russia? All they did was murder thousands of innocents and commy leaders! Oh, wait! Did I say that there were any innocents in Russia? That is a complete and utter lie, Love. Worse than the Cheka!" Jack bellowed.
"Oh! You're still mad at me for betraying you! That was ages ago, Cupcake! Sark and me is just wrong! He is not my lover, he is my son! As a matter of fact, your son! The Pravda hurts worse than the lies! You should know, Cookie! I know that you became callous after I "died"! I am no idiot! I've lied for nearly thirty years of my life too, Jack! Do you think that I am not sick of the lack of Pravda in our occupation? Our family's occupation, Sugar Plum? All of us were working towards a greater goal! The unification and stability of Russia. Freedom! There are innocents in Russia! And the Cheka were ruthless!" Irina yelled passionately.
"Of course I should still be mad at you for betraying me! You lied to me for ten years! Then you left me to my own devices! You are the sole reason that I cannot commit to any other woman, Angel! You, always haunting me! We are still married! Sark? Your son? Delightful! I know where he got his ruthless nature from! That explains why Sydney hates him! How would you know what I went through after you "died"? You don't! I drank, I cried, I felt like crap! I was locked up for 6 months, in solitary, accused of betrayal, Darling! My patriotism and Sydney were they only things I had left. And both of them were harshly taken from me! You know what I saw every single time I looked at her? Do you? You. Your face, mocking me, Sweets! It was all I had to keep me from killing myself. I was hovering on the brink. I nearly went insane. I stopped caring, took unnecessary risks, became a loose cannon. All of this is because of you," Jack yelled, gesticulating up a storm.
"You fear betrayal too much, Deary! So much, that in a life or death situation, you can't trust me! I hated lying to you! But, I had to! You are blaming your lack of commitment on me? It's a male problem, you imbecile! I haunted you? There is a reason that I have had your face in my head for twenty-two years. Sark is not ruthless! I raised him a gentleman, Candy! We are technically still married, although I'm sure that you want an annulment! You cried, HA! At least you got to drink! I couldn't lose myself in the alcohol! You felt like crap! Really? So did I! It didn't hurt just you, you know! I was tortured for six months straight because of them thinking that I betrayed them! You saw the place! My patriotism and Sydney were taken from me too, Beloved. Every time I looked at Sark, I saw you! So I know how it feels! I too, nearly went insane! I had to quit the KGB after that! Because of me, you mean, that you are not human anymore. You are more droid than human! I was young, I was stupid, Husband!" Irina yelled.
Syd gave me a sad little smile, put the suitcase in her parents' hands, and dragged them away, still arguing. I was confused even more, as I waved goodbye. I would find out the answers soon, I promised myself.
MTC.............................................
- Loren ;*