Oh, I know that it's Sark, not Shark. My spell check accidentally corrected
his name because, according to my computer, it's not a word. Anyways.Alias
does not belong to me. I said it. So there. Anyways, in case you haven't
noticed, each chapter is in a different person's POV. Watch and see what
happens when I run out of characters.hehe
Chapter Seven: Watching
*This chapter is in Vaughn's POV*
I turn on the little camera. I see Syd and her parents arguing, once again. I sigh. They stop after Syd plays with her engagement ring and they kiss. Awww. So cute. I crack up.
Anyways, Irina and Jack take turns with the bathroom. They have to change. Syd, however, changes in the bedroom, giving me an eyeful. I sigh. And to think, in a few months, we're going to be married.
I am the luckiest man alive. Anyways, she climbs into the second bed, leaving her parents with a very interesting debacle. She has made them hold hands. Suddenly, Irina gets an idea. She pulls Jack along and points to Syd's shoes.
He nods and grabs them. Irina sneaks into the closet with them. Unfortunately for them, Jack has to follow. And that is one very small closet. Irina takes a shoe and Jack takes a shoe. They click the heels together. They immediately drop their hands. I laugh hysterically.
Syd wakes up just as they have opened the door. So, in a desperate move, Irina chucks the shoes back to their original place. Jack grabs her and pushes her against the closet wall and begins kissing her. Syd looks up and is so shocked that she faints. I laugh harder. This is hurting my ribs.
Irina and Jack run out of the closet. Jack, however, has to set us straight. I wipe tears of laughter from my eyes.
"I did not enjoy that and would not like to make it a frequent occurrence," Jack frostily replies.
"Well, neither did I, but it had to be done. Anyways, if it were up to Sydney, we'd be doing that a lot," Irina replies defiantly.
"Yes. Unfortunately, she does have that gift," Jack replies stonily.
Irina and Jack pulled their rings off. Irina hid her's under the phone. I stifled a laugh. Jack threw his on the light. Ping! This sets me off, and I'm back where I started. Then I remember the time that he almost killed me. Yes! Laughter Killer!
They turn to the bed. Both frown. Irina steals my betrothed's pillows and makes a barrier between the sides of the bed. She and Jack get under the covers and fall asleep. I myself am a little tired.
I watch, just to see what they do when they sleep. Jack turns over occasionally. Irina does what can best be described as thrashing. In the thrashing, she kicks both of the pillows off the bed. She then scoots closer to Jack. I smile. Jack wraps his arms around her. Aww. That's so sweet.
I laugh. Irina puts her head on Jack's chest. You can tell that they were married. They have a certain comfort around each other. That's something that they'll never admit to, I think, wryly. Irina snuggles up closer to Jack, if that it is possible, and I begin to think that maybe this is just habit.
Maybe they do that whenever they sleep in the same bed as someone. Or maybe their bodies have fallen into the same routines as twenty years ago. And maybe, just maybe, they're still in love. Not that they'd ever admit to it. Maybe they just are.
And for a night, I learn that Jack Bristow and Irina Derevko are actually regular people. With regular needs. Though in the morning they'll be back to their old selves. Irina, a mocking, calculating siren. And Jack, an emotionless, frosty board.
MTC..........................
Loren ;*
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Chapter Seven: Watching
*This chapter is in Vaughn's POV*
I turn on the little camera. I see Syd and her parents arguing, once again. I sigh. They stop after Syd plays with her engagement ring and they kiss. Awww. So cute. I crack up.
Anyways, Irina and Jack take turns with the bathroom. They have to change. Syd, however, changes in the bedroom, giving me an eyeful. I sigh. And to think, in a few months, we're going to be married.
I am the luckiest man alive. Anyways, she climbs into the second bed, leaving her parents with a very interesting debacle. She has made them hold hands. Suddenly, Irina gets an idea. She pulls Jack along and points to Syd's shoes.
He nods and grabs them. Irina sneaks into the closet with them. Unfortunately for them, Jack has to follow. And that is one very small closet. Irina takes a shoe and Jack takes a shoe. They click the heels together. They immediately drop their hands. I laugh hysterically.
Syd wakes up just as they have opened the door. So, in a desperate move, Irina chucks the shoes back to their original place. Jack grabs her and pushes her against the closet wall and begins kissing her. Syd looks up and is so shocked that she faints. I laugh harder. This is hurting my ribs.
Irina and Jack run out of the closet. Jack, however, has to set us straight. I wipe tears of laughter from my eyes.
"I did not enjoy that and would not like to make it a frequent occurrence," Jack frostily replies.
"Well, neither did I, but it had to be done. Anyways, if it were up to Sydney, we'd be doing that a lot," Irina replies defiantly.
"Yes. Unfortunately, she does have that gift," Jack replies stonily.
Irina and Jack pulled their rings off. Irina hid her's under the phone. I stifled a laugh. Jack threw his on the light. Ping! This sets me off, and I'm back where I started. Then I remember the time that he almost killed me. Yes! Laughter Killer!
They turn to the bed. Both frown. Irina steals my betrothed's pillows and makes a barrier between the sides of the bed. She and Jack get under the covers and fall asleep. I myself am a little tired.
I watch, just to see what they do when they sleep. Jack turns over occasionally. Irina does what can best be described as thrashing. In the thrashing, she kicks both of the pillows off the bed. She then scoots closer to Jack. I smile. Jack wraps his arms around her. Aww. That's so sweet.
I laugh. Irina puts her head on Jack's chest. You can tell that they were married. They have a certain comfort around each other. That's something that they'll never admit to, I think, wryly. Irina snuggles up closer to Jack, if that it is possible, and I begin to think that maybe this is just habit.
Maybe they do that whenever they sleep in the same bed as someone. Or maybe their bodies have fallen into the same routines as twenty years ago. And maybe, just maybe, they're still in love. Not that they'd ever admit to it. Maybe they just are.
And for a night, I learn that Jack Bristow and Irina Derevko are actually regular people. With regular needs. Though in the morning they'll be back to their old selves. Irina, a mocking, calculating siren. And Jack, an emotionless, frosty board.
MTC..........................
Loren ;*
REVIEW! NOW!