Chapter 1: Found
Disclaimer: I only own Laura and Brandon. Unfortunately, everyone else belongs to J.J. Abrams.
A/N: This is going well, and I think it's starting off better than my other fic did. May be I'll get more readers this time…
A/N: For ProvineSea's benefit, strike one was Laura asking about Project Christmas inadvertently, strike two was asking about Sydney's mother, and strike three was Laura asking about how her mother found out Vaughn was an agent…May be that answered someone else's questions as well…
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"That's enough for now," Sydney says quickly, standing up. "I'll explain it more when you're older. You wouldn't understand any of it now." And some of it you'll never understand, she adds to herself.
"But Mom, you said…"
"I said I'd explain some of it!" Sydney says sharply.
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I'm more confused than ever now. Why does Mom always get mad when I ask about anything before I was seven years old? I'm determined to find out. I don't know how. If I can just remember Daddy's first name…or even Grandpa's name. He might know Daddy.
I'll start the new school tomorrow. Brandon won't start until the next day, when Mom starts her job. I might try to search Mom's study when I get home. I might find a letter, a picture, *something* to help me find out what I want to know.
But first I have to get through the first day in a new school.
My day starts off normal enough. Get up at six. Eat a bowl of corn flakes with extra sugar. Catch the bus, even though it runs a little later than my previous bus.
But the school is HUGE compared to any of the schools I've been to before. This school holds all of sixth through twelfth grade. I have to ask three people for directions before I finally find the office.
"Um, I'm Laura Jones," I tell the woman sitting at a desk. "I just transferred here."
"Oh, good! Just a second." The woman disappears into the back of the offices and returns moments later with a red-haired, freckle faced girl.
"This is Kacey Marks. She's in seventh grade, too. You are in seventh, right?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Okay. Kacey, there's still a while before the bell, why don't you show Laura around?"
"Sure, Mrs. Taylor," Kacey says. "Come on."
She seems friendly enough. In fact, I kind of like her.
"So, where'd you come from?" Kacey asks as we walk down the hall.
"A little town in Texas," I say. "My mom got a job here, so we moved." Or, I assume that's why we moved. "She's teaching at the elementary school. My little brother is in kindergarten there."
"Really? I have a brother in kindergarten. What class is he in?"
"I don't know. He doesn't start until tomorrow."
"Oh. Well, this is the library, and the cafeteria is a the end of that hall…"
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"Mike, get over here."
Vaughn grips his cell phone harder.
"What is it Weiss?"
"Just get over here. You have to see this to believe it."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
At least this time it sounds like something big, Vaughn thinks. Weiss has called him up every time they found *anything* on Sydney and the kids. But they usually found that she'd disappeared by the time they found her.
Weiss meets him as he walks in.
"Mike, we've found them! Look at this!" he says, gesturing at three sheets of paper.
"What is it?"
"Look. This is a list of every student at the middle school down south. There's a Laura Jones registered there."
"So?"
"Here's the roster from the elementary school there. Brandon Jones. And there's a Sydney Jones registered there as a teacher. Both kids just transferred from the same place. And the teacher was just hired." Weiss looks at Vaughn. "This is real! We found 'em!"
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I'm sitting in my room catching up on some science homework when I see the van pull up in front of our house.
"Mom, there's someone here!" I call.
"Brandon, Laura, GET DOWN HERE!" Mom yells after a long pause. "NOW!"
"Mom? What's wrong? What is it?" I call as I run down the stairs.
"Laura," she says, griping my arm so hard it hurts. "Take your brother, go hide in the backyard, in the bushes. Go! Before they see you! Brandon, COME HERE! Laura, don't come out or say anything until I come get you, understand? Not until I come get you!"
I nod, my eyes wide. This is scary. Mom would never act like this for any reason.
"Yes, Momma. What's going on? Who are they?"
"Go! Before they see you! DON'T LET THEM SEE YOU!" Mom shouts.
I nod again and grab Brandon's hand. By some miracle, he doesn't fight. Some instinct makes me close the back door quietly.
"In there, Brandon," I say quietly, pushing him into a narrow gap in the shrubs. I follow him quickly.
"Hey! What's going on, Laurie?" he asks.
"I don't know, please just be quiet," I tell him as we crouch in the shrub.
"NO!" we hear Mom scream.
"Someone's hurting Mommy!" Brandon whimpers as we huddle closer together.
"Shh!" I hiss. I'm just as scared as he is.
We hear our mother scream once more, an ear-piercing scream, and then all is quiet. The silence is eerie. I feel the tears rolling down my face. I feel Brandon's trembling form huddled next to me. I feel my arms wrapped around him…
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Oh no! What happened to Sydney? Who was it? What is to become of her kids…
Don't you just hate me? Hehehe…
Please review, even if it is only to rant and rave about how I shouldn't have stopped ^_^
Disclaimer: I only own Laura and Brandon. Unfortunately, everyone else belongs to J.J. Abrams.
A/N: This is going well, and I think it's starting off better than my other fic did. May be I'll get more readers this time…
A/N: For ProvineSea's benefit, strike one was Laura asking about Project Christmas inadvertently, strike two was asking about Sydney's mother, and strike three was Laura asking about how her mother found out Vaughn was an agent…May be that answered someone else's questions as well…
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"That's enough for now," Sydney says quickly, standing up. "I'll explain it more when you're older. You wouldn't understand any of it now." And some of it you'll never understand, she adds to herself.
"But Mom, you said…"
"I said I'd explain some of it!" Sydney says sharply.
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I'm more confused than ever now. Why does Mom always get mad when I ask about anything before I was seven years old? I'm determined to find out. I don't know how. If I can just remember Daddy's first name…or even Grandpa's name. He might know Daddy.
I'll start the new school tomorrow. Brandon won't start until the next day, when Mom starts her job. I might try to search Mom's study when I get home. I might find a letter, a picture, *something* to help me find out what I want to know.
But first I have to get through the first day in a new school.
My day starts off normal enough. Get up at six. Eat a bowl of corn flakes with extra sugar. Catch the bus, even though it runs a little later than my previous bus.
But the school is HUGE compared to any of the schools I've been to before. This school holds all of sixth through twelfth grade. I have to ask three people for directions before I finally find the office.
"Um, I'm Laura Jones," I tell the woman sitting at a desk. "I just transferred here."
"Oh, good! Just a second." The woman disappears into the back of the offices and returns moments later with a red-haired, freckle faced girl.
"This is Kacey Marks. She's in seventh grade, too. You are in seventh, right?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Okay. Kacey, there's still a while before the bell, why don't you show Laura around?"
"Sure, Mrs. Taylor," Kacey says. "Come on."
She seems friendly enough. In fact, I kind of like her.
"So, where'd you come from?" Kacey asks as we walk down the hall.
"A little town in Texas," I say. "My mom got a job here, so we moved." Or, I assume that's why we moved. "She's teaching at the elementary school. My little brother is in kindergarten there."
"Really? I have a brother in kindergarten. What class is he in?"
"I don't know. He doesn't start until tomorrow."
"Oh. Well, this is the library, and the cafeteria is a the end of that hall…"
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"Mike, get over here."
Vaughn grips his cell phone harder.
"What is it Weiss?"
"Just get over here. You have to see this to believe it."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
At least this time it sounds like something big, Vaughn thinks. Weiss has called him up every time they found *anything* on Sydney and the kids. But they usually found that she'd disappeared by the time they found her.
Weiss meets him as he walks in.
"Mike, we've found them! Look at this!" he says, gesturing at three sheets of paper.
"What is it?"
"Look. This is a list of every student at the middle school down south. There's a Laura Jones registered there."
"So?"
"Here's the roster from the elementary school there. Brandon Jones. And there's a Sydney Jones registered there as a teacher. Both kids just transferred from the same place. And the teacher was just hired." Weiss looks at Vaughn. "This is real! We found 'em!"
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I'm sitting in my room catching up on some science homework when I see the van pull up in front of our house.
"Mom, there's someone here!" I call.
"Brandon, Laura, GET DOWN HERE!" Mom yells after a long pause. "NOW!"
"Mom? What's wrong? What is it?" I call as I run down the stairs.
"Laura," she says, griping my arm so hard it hurts. "Take your brother, go hide in the backyard, in the bushes. Go! Before they see you! Brandon, COME HERE! Laura, don't come out or say anything until I come get you, understand? Not until I come get you!"
I nod, my eyes wide. This is scary. Mom would never act like this for any reason.
"Yes, Momma. What's going on? Who are they?"
"Go! Before they see you! DON'T LET THEM SEE YOU!" Mom shouts.
I nod again and grab Brandon's hand. By some miracle, he doesn't fight. Some instinct makes me close the back door quietly.
"In there, Brandon," I say quietly, pushing him into a narrow gap in the shrubs. I follow him quickly.
"Hey! What's going on, Laurie?" he asks.
"I don't know, please just be quiet," I tell him as we crouch in the shrub.
"NO!" we hear Mom scream.
"Someone's hurting Mommy!" Brandon whimpers as we huddle closer together.
"Shh!" I hiss. I'm just as scared as he is.
We hear our mother scream once more, an ear-piercing scream, and then all is quiet. The silence is eerie. I feel the tears rolling down my face. I feel Brandon's trembling form huddled next to me. I feel my arms wrapped around him…
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Oh no! What happened to Sydney? Who was it? What is to become of her kids…
Don't you just hate me? Hehehe…
Please review, even if it is only to rant and rave about how I shouldn't have stopped ^_^
