Explaining Can Be Tricky
Chapter 2
S/V Romance and Angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or the characters associated with the show. I also don't own the song "I Can't Be Your Friend"
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She stayed with her face turned towards the window during the entire flight to LA. ((If we keep this up, I'll never be able to tell her why I have to wear this stupid ring. I wish I had never agreed to do this mission. What I am talking about, I didn't really have a choice in the matter.))
As the plane taxied to a stop, Sydney finally decided that the window wasn't interesting anymore. When she looks at me, I give her a small smile, hoping that will thaw her out a little. From her reaction of rolling her eyes and looking away, I would guess it didn't work. Jack met us on the tarmac with two cars. At his pointed glance I gave him a slight shake of my head. He took Sydney's arm and guided her into one of the waiting car. He tossed me the other set of keys just before he got into the car with Sydney.
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Sydney and Jack's Conversation
"Sydney, I'm glad you're back"
"Thanks Dad, but I'm really not in the mood to talk."
Jack ignored her and asked, "Did Agent Vaughn have a chance to tell you what he is working on?"
"No." "Not that I really gave him a chance though.I wonder what Dad means 'what he is working on'," Sydney thought.
The rest of the car ride to the Task Force was silent
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I climb into my car, and follow Jack and Sydney knowing that they are going to the Joint Task Force (JTF). Determined to take this time to just drive and clear my mind, I turn the radio on. What I hear next reminds me of a time 2 years ago, and lets me know what Sydney is probably feeling right know.
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"This might come as quite a shock But I've given it a lot of thought This thing that's come between us, can't be ignored I've taken all I can This is where it's gonna end I can't be your friend anymore And I can't be accused Of not being there for you How many nights have you shown up at my door I hope up understand That this wasn't in my plans But I can't be your friend anymore
And it's killin' me to know you Without havin' a chance to hold you And all I wanna do is show you How I really feel inside You can run to me, you can laugh at me You can walk right out that door But I can't be your friend anymore
So baby now it's up to you Do I win or do I lose Will my heart fly or lie broken on the floor Oh take me as I am I wanna be your man But I can't be your friend anymore
And it's killin' me to know you Without havin' a chance to hold you And all I wanna do is show you How I really feel inside You can run to me, you can laugh at me You can walk right out that door But I can't be your friend anymore"
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((That brings back so many memories. I remember talking to Sydney before we got the information to take SD-6 down. I basically told her that I couldn't be her handler anymore because I had feelings for her. Imagine my surprise and ultimate happiness when she told me she had feelings for me as well. Then of course we were reminded by Weiss about our meeting. If this is what Sydney is feeling now that she is back and I'm 'off the market' so to speak, it's going to kill me. Even after all this time, I still have strong feelings for her. Heck, who am I kidding, I love her. This stupid situation with Jocelyn is going to be more trouble than I think it's worth. I hope it ends soon.))
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Sydney and Jack pull into the parking garage for the JTF. As much as I wish I could join them, I continue driving. I have to stop at my bookstore, Pier 47, to do the accounting and lock up for the night. I call Jocelyn and let her know that I'm on my way back to the bookstore. All she knows about my whereabouts these past 2 days is that a distant cousin on my dad's side died. She shouldn't ask many, if any, questions.
I guess I should review the information that was in Jocelyn's folder:
Name: Jocelyn Perry Height: 5'6" Weight: 125 DOB: 07/12/1976 Hair: blonde Eye: blue
What We Know: She was sent to infiltrate the CIA. We don't know who sent her. Her parents died young and her mother's sister raised her. She grew up in an affluent community. She graduated from the University of Georgia with her bachelors of Business Administration. She received her MBA from Emory.
My Observations (personal, non business): She's the typical spoiled brat. She grew up in money; her parents died when she was young and left her their entire estate. She's smart and she knows it. She has a whiny voice that sends chills up my spine every time I hear it. She's clingy, every time we're out in public I feel like I have an octopus with me.
What I've Learned (business): She has a private email account that is only used for business. Login Name: JRP5248 Password: Angeles2255 She often has phone calls on her private line. She cuts them short whenever I walk into the room. All attempts to bug this line and her computer have failed. The same has happened when trying to place tracers. Long distance calls have shown up on the phone bill, with no phone number.
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Jocelyn's private line rings. She sends up a silent prayer that Ethan isn't home yet.
"Hello"
"Please enter your agent ID now"
-5-2-4-8-
"Jocelyn, nice to speak to you again. Have you any new information for us?"
"No, he knows nothing of the CIA. This seems like a dead end."
"Maybe we should cut our losses in LA then, hmmm?"
"No. Give me a few more weeks; I can get you that information."
"You have two weeks, no more no less. Remember what I told you about getting too close."
Jocelyn sighed as the phone went dead.
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TBC
"I Can't Be Your Friend" was written by Brad Crisler and Randy Clawson and is performed by Rushlow.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it, especially since this is technically my 2nd fanfic. Thank you to twin*muse for her suggestions for a bookstore name. Please R/R. I'll try to get the next update up soon. megvaughn2003
S/V Romance and Angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or the characters associated with the show. I also don't own the song "I Can't Be Your Friend"
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She stayed with her face turned towards the window during the entire flight to LA. ((If we keep this up, I'll never be able to tell her why I have to wear this stupid ring. I wish I had never agreed to do this mission. What I am talking about, I didn't really have a choice in the matter.))
As the plane taxied to a stop, Sydney finally decided that the window wasn't interesting anymore. When she looks at me, I give her a small smile, hoping that will thaw her out a little. From her reaction of rolling her eyes and looking away, I would guess it didn't work. Jack met us on the tarmac with two cars. At his pointed glance I gave him a slight shake of my head. He took Sydney's arm and guided her into one of the waiting car. He tossed me the other set of keys just before he got into the car with Sydney.
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Sydney and Jack's Conversation
"Sydney, I'm glad you're back"
"Thanks Dad, but I'm really not in the mood to talk."
Jack ignored her and asked, "Did Agent Vaughn have a chance to tell you what he is working on?"
"No." "Not that I really gave him a chance though.I wonder what Dad means 'what he is working on'," Sydney thought.
The rest of the car ride to the Task Force was silent
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I climb into my car, and follow Jack and Sydney knowing that they are going to the Joint Task Force (JTF). Determined to take this time to just drive and clear my mind, I turn the radio on. What I hear next reminds me of a time 2 years ago, and lets me know what Sydney is probably feeling right know.
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"This might come as quite a shock But I've given it a lot of thought This thing that's come between us, can't be ignored I've taken all I can This is where it's gonna end I can't be your friend anymore And I can't be accused Of not being there for you How many nights have you shown up at my door I hope up understand That this wasn't in my plans But I can't be your friend anymore
And it's killin' me to know you Without havin' a chance to hold you And all I wanna do is show you How I really feel inside You can run to me, you can laugh at me You can walk right out that door But I can't be your friend anymore
So baby now it's up to you Do I win or do I lose Will my heart fly or lie broken on the floor Oh take me as I am I wanna be your man But I can't be your friend anymore
And it's killin' me to know you Without havin' a chance to hold you And all I wanna do is show you How I really feel inside You can run to me, you can laugh at me You can walk right out that door But I can't be your friend anymore"
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((That brings back so many memories. I remember talking to Sydney before we got the information to take SD-6 down. I basically told her that I couldn't be her handler anymore because I had feelings for her. Imagine my surprise and ultimate happiness when she told me she had feelings for me as well. Then of course we were reminded by Weiss about our meeting. If this is what Sydney is feeling now that she is back and I'm 'off the market' so to speak, it's going to kill me. Even after all this time, I still have strong feelings for her. Heck, who am I kidding, I love her. This stupid situation with Jocelyn is going to be more trouble than I think it's worth. I hope it ends soon.))
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Sydney and Jack pull into the parking garage for the JTF. As much as I wish I could join them, I continue driving. I have to stop at my bookstore, Pier 47, to do the accounting and lock up for the night. I call Jocelyn and let her know that I'm on my way back to the bookstore. All she knows about my whereabouts these past 2 days is that a distant cousin on my dad's side died. She shouldn't ask many, if any, questions.
I guess I should review the information that was in Jocelyn's folder:
Name: Jocelyn Perry Height: 5'6" Weight: 125 DOB: 07/12/1976 Hair: blonde Eye: blue
What We Know: She was sent to infiltrate the CIA. We don't know who sent her. Her parents died young and her mother's sister raised her. She grew up in an affluent community. She graduated from the University of Georgia with her bachelors of Business Administration. She received her MBA from Emory.
My Observations (personal, non business): She's the typical spoiled brat. She grew up in money; her parents died when she was young and left her their entire estate. She's smart and she knows it. She has a whiny voice that sends chills up my spine every time I hear it. She's clingy, every time we're out in public I feel like I have an octopus with me.
What I've Learned (business): She has a private email account that is only used for business. Login Name: JRP5248 Password: Angeles2255 She often has phone calls on her private line. She cuts them short whenever I walk into the room. All attempts to bug this line and her computer have failed. The same has happened when trying to place tracers. Long distance calls have shown up on the phone bill, with no phone number.
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Jocelyn's private line rings. She sends up a silent prayer that Ethan isn't home yet.
"Hello"
"Please enter your agent ID now"
-5-2-4-8-
"Jocelyn, nice to speak to you again. Have you any new information for us?"
"No, he knows nothing of the CIA. This seems like a dead end."
"Maybe we should cut our losses in LA then, hmmm?"
"No. Give me a few more weeks; I can get you that information."
"You have two weeks, no more no less. Remember what I told you about getting too close."
Jocelyn sighed as the phone went dead.
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TBC
"I Can't Be Your Friend" was written by Brad Crisler and Randy Clawson and is performed by Rushlow.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it, especially since this is technically my 2nd fanfic. Thank you to twin*muse for her suggestions for a bookstore name. Please R/R. I'll try to get the next update up soon. megvaughn2003
