Here's the next part of the story.. Hope you're intrigued and enjoy it.
I'll put a minor "R" for a few cuss words.
Chapter 2
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His posture went rigid and eyes hard immediately, "I'm married."
At this, she stood up furiously, "No shit. Married men wear rings.." she said in a hostile voice. She knew it wasn't his fault but she couldn't understand or believe the anger that brewed and wanted to last out at anything or everything because of this uncontrollable situation she was placed in.
"What the hell happened in two damn years? Suddenly everyone is now f*cking married?" she angrily threw out. "The last thing I remember is finding you in the bathtub, then the fight with Francie's double and shooting her three times. Afterwards, I think I black out... only to wake up in some shit hole of an alley in Hong Kong two years later with no Goddamn clue as to what the hell happened or what was done to me. I contact the CIA; they send Vaug-", at his name, her voice cracked and the tears finally start dropping. "Vaughn.. and he tells me that two years passed. He... he also had a ring.." With the end of this tirade, she stood to her full height in front of him, eyes all red and sad.
What was most surprising of this whole unbelievable fiasco was after being on the team that brought her back to Los Angeles, Vaughn barked out his plans to Kendall then spoke to Jack, telling him that he needed time to deal with this properly and just disappeared. Even though everyone was worried that he had been gone for four days already without contact, they knew not to ask questions of his whereabouts.
She rephrased what she asked, "Is Vaug- Michael married?"
He stepped back to walk out of the holding cell again but turned at the door to look back at her, "What did he say?"
She lowered her heard, as in defeat and it seemed all the energy drained out of her. "He.. he didn't get a chance to explain because my dad and the other agents burst through the door." She almost started to whisper, "We didn't get a chance to talk on the plane either..." her voice yet broke again, "...he would not come.. near me. It... it was.. almost as... if he...repulsed to see.. me..." she got out while trying to catch her breath during her heart wrenching sobs. She calmed down a bit, "I .. I have been .. for days.." she paused, taking another deep breath, "...and he hasn't come to see me. Not once..."
He felt bad for what she was going through but about Vaughn feeling that way about her? He had to set the record straight, "He's not repulsed by you... how could you even think that?" She looked up with hopeful eyes, "He's just not here."
Being in the CIA had taught him to watch for any clues to indicate anything fake so he watched her face contort, her hopeful look diminish and become replaced by anger. Her emotions were a giveaway and particularly her emotions for Vaughn. That was her major weakness, the only one thing she couldn't control properly. There was no doubt in his mind then that this was the one and original Sydney Bristow.
"What do you mean he's not here?" she asked, her voice rising.
It seemed to him that the old fire of Sydney Bristow was back and if she thought that this would intimidate him.. she was sorely mistaken. Maybe two years back, when he was still a civilian, this tactic would have worked and scared him silly but he was a changed man standing in front of her. He, as well as the others, were expecting this kind of emotional outburst but not with this much fury. When she was transported over from Hong Kong; she would break out of her barrier to ask and answer a few questions but they all clammed up whenever Vaughn was brought up.
"He went away for a few days.. to make peace with something." He casually said to see where this conversation would lead.
Anger and disbelief filled her voice, "He went away?!? Went away to make peace.. with something? Don't you mean someone?" She jumped up from the bed and started pacing, "For what? To f*ck his wife with a clear conscious now that I've been found?"
He was taken back at the vulgarity that came out of her mouth. Apparently she misinterpreted what he said and although he was appalled, he wasn't going to correct her. "Back off, Bristow..." he said, his temper rising a few degrees as well, "...you know nothing and it is not my place to tell you Vaughn's status."
She stands in shock at his tone of voice, "You've changed , Will.." she said, matching his tone.
He doesn't answer back to what she implied but in a more casual way repeats himself, "It isn't my place to tell you about Vaughn. When he's ready, he will come to you." With this, he finally steps out of the cell and the guard closes the door.
He turns back to him with deadly intent, "Not a word of this to anyone... Private Colton.. Brian. " He saw the scared surprise reflected in the other man's eyes because of the fact that Will knew his full name or that he dropped in saying in such a calculated manner.
Private Colton looked scared for his life and knew he was serious. He started stuttering, "Of.. of course... not... Agent Tippin."
Will nodded, knowing that he would keep his word. "I need a few more minutes."
The guard nodded and practically ran away.
Through the glass, Sydney watched the scene and looked at him apprehensively. "It almost seems that you actually meant what you said. Your tone and body language suggests that you've become a dangerous man."
With no humor, he tells her a little about the newly reformed Will Tippin, "You have no idea. Between training for the CIA along with several forms of martial arts from a variety of sources and my wife, I now know how to kill a person in ten different ways with just only a finger."
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Her eyes grew wide with tears again, "I never wanted to bring you into my life.."
He twisted his head to work out the small kink in his neck. While doing this, he closed his eyes and his mind slipped away to when she first went missing. While Vaughn and Jack went thoroughly over the physical evidence, he went through the tapes of when Irina Derevko was locked up and all the conversations with Vaughn, Jack Bristow and her for anything. It was easy to notice the contrasting clashing personalities between mother and daughter but the most common shared trait was the very commandeering presences. 'Same ideology but different time period as well as players..' At this thought, an eerie feeling passed through him as his eyes popped back open; while he stood on one side of this glass and Sydney was on the other.
He looked down for a minute to gather his thoughts and wondered if he should tell her about who else the CIA had. Even though she was exhausted, he figured he might as well tell rather her hearing this crucial news from someone else. "I am not sure if I'm supposed to tell you anything pertaining to Sark or your mother... but we have them both in custody."
She had a stunned look on her face, "What?!? Sark and my mother? How?"
"Sark was betrayed by his own and brought in while Vaughn had gotten to your mother." How could he explain the circumstances of how each were brought in? Everyone knew of Sark's cliched situation but how Irina Derevko was brought back was something entirely different. The CIA had gotten the 'avenging rogue agent' version from Vaughn but only nine people, including him, his wife, Jack Bristow, Eric Weiss, Marcus Dixon, Marshall Flinkman along with his wife Carrie and Irina Derevko knew the actual detailed truth of her capture.
He watched as she went through the motions.
"You're kidding, right? Vaughn brought in my mother? As in Michael Vaughn?"
He answered her without any hesitation, "Yes."
"Even my dad couldn't catch up to her..." She shook her heard, almost as if she was still trying to believe what I've just said, "He was a good agent, considerate lover then and now.. now he is the CIA's f*cking Golden Boy and husband."
He would not deny, at some point in his previous CIA free life, that he didn't like that man, Michael Vaughn, especially when they first met. It was true, he was jealous of the man who came out of nowhere and stole the heart of the woman he had been so blindly in love with. Even before Sydney disappeared, he had seen the Vaughn wasn't the malicious man he had made him out to be and that he was willing to help an unknown man get back who had been discredited and lost his career. Eventually, he'd gotten over Sydney and gained the respect of a man who didn't know him but willing set him up with a new purpose in life. As soap opera-ish as this all sounded, he fell in love with his other best friend, gotten a covert governmental job and then suddenly, life took a drastic turn downhill. How his marriage comes into play in all this.. well, that's a whole different story...
What she says breaks him out his current stream of thoughts. "He is the most abso-fucking-lutely perfect man." Bitterness just oozed from her.
He sighed having enough of her sarcasm, "You might have known him then but he is a different man now so deal with it.." He snarled and walked away.
He passed by a nervous Colton on the way out and took a deep breath before walking out through the Ops Center, knowing that his conversation with Sydney was being taped on both audio and visual. He knew someone was bound to stop him to question his actions and surely enough, it was the bald ass who probably spit shined his head, jumped into his face.
"What the hell was that about Agent Tippin? She has been through enough. You didn't have to tell her about Sark and Irina Derevko."
One would have thought that this bastard actually cared about her if they heard what he just said but Will and others saw through his facade. He was afraid of the shock and emotional outburst the I just put her through and also that he took away the leverage over her.
Will had more of an important call to make and AD Kendall was wasting his time. "I told her what she had the right to know.." he replied coldly and walked away. He heard a few agent snicker and then go about their business.
People had lost respect for Kendall for the way he did not hand the recovery of Sydney when she went missing those two years ago, but for not having a life with a wife, kids and the average white picket fenced house outside work, the Agency took pity on him and let him keep his rank. Basically, he was just show and tell.
As Will reached the roof, he pulled out his CIA standard issue cell phone. Speed dialing the first number, he waited for the receiver to pick up.
"What?!?" The other voice greeted harshly. A few years back, Vaughn would never have answered his phone this way but again, the people and times change.
"You need to come back. She's been expecting you.."
He lets out a string of cusses while his voice changes, "I know, Will. I know.. I'm just trying to .." A loud sigh is heard, "...cope with all this."
In the past year that he came back, bringing along with him the infamous Irina Derevko to Los Angeles, he had gotten to know this multi-layered, perilously humble man known as Michael Vaughn. They may not have been related by blood but he became Will's brother in every sense of the word. He knew that Vaughn wouldn't hesitate to lay down his life for him and this idea was vice versa, my own for his. This also applied to the other eight members of the dysfunctional family unit they had created and were by far the most catastrophically ideal.
Vaughn cleared his voice, bringing Will out of his thoughts, "Give me 'til the end of the week.." He said quietly and hung up.
He walked back down to the Ops center, having a slight clue as to where he might be but if Vaughn did not want to found, they would not be able to locate him. He had become a very resourceful man and could be anywhere but everyone knew they did not have to worry about him running away because despite all the changes, he was still a true man of his word.
He headed back down to his office to put a call to Jack and tell him about the session with his daughter. He rather Jack hear the whole story from him than that bald idiot.
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Read and review! This helps me to know if you all want me to continue on or not.
I'll put a minor "R" for a few cuss words.
Chapter 2
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His posture went rigid and eyes hard immediately, "I'm married."
At this, she stood up furiously, "No shit. Married men wear rings.." she said in a hostile voice. She knew it wasn't his fault but she couldn't understand or believe the anger that brewed and wanted to last out at anything or everything because of this uncontrollable situation she was placed in.
"What the hell happened in two damn years? Suddenly everyone is now f*cking married?" she angrily threw out. "The last thing I remember is finding you in the bathtub, then the fight with Francie's double and shooting her three times. Afterwards, I think I black out... only to wake up in some shit hole of an alley in Hong Kong two years later with no Goddamn clue as to what the hell happened or what was done to me. I contact the CIA; they send Vaug-", at his name, her voice cracked and the tears finally start dropping. "Vaughn.. and he tells me that two years passed. He... he also had a ring.." With the end of this tirade, she stood to her full height in front of him, eyes all red and sad.
What was most surprising of this whole unbelievable fiasco was after being on the team that brought her back to Los Angeles, Vaughn barked out his plans to Kendall then spoke to Jack, telling him that he needed time to deal with this properly and just disappeared. Even though everyone was worried that he had been gone for four days already without contact, they knew not to ask questions of his whereabouts.
She rephrased what she asked, "Is Vaug- Michael married?"
He stepped back to walk out of the holding cell again but turned at the door to look back at her, "What did he say?"
She lowered her heard, as in defeat and it seemed all the energy drained out of her. "He.. he didn't get a chance to explain because my dad and the other agents burst through the door." She almost started to whisper, "We didn't get a chance to talk on the plane either..." her voice yet broke again, "...he would not come.. near me. It... it was.. almost as... if he...repulsed to see.. me..." she got out while trying to catch her breath during her heart wrenching sobs. She calmed down a bit, "I .. I have been .. for days.." she paused, taking another deep breath, "...and he hasn't come to see me. Not once..."
He felt bad for what she was going through but about Vaughn feeling that way about her? He had to set the record straight, "He's not repulsed by you... how could you even think that?" She looked up with hopeful eyes, "He's just not here."
Being in the CIA had taught him to watch for any clues to indicate anything fake so he watched her face contort, her hopeful look diminish and become replaced by anger. Her emotions were a giveaway and particularly her emotions for Vaughn. That was her major weakness, the only one thing she couldn't control properly. There was no doubt in his mind then that this was the one and original Sydney Bristow.
"What do you mean he's not here?" she asked, her voice rising.
It seemed to him that the old fire of Sydney Bristow was back and if she thought that this would intimidate him.. she was sorely mistaken. Maybe two years back, when he was still a civilian, this tactic would have worked and scared him silly but he was a changed man standing in front of her. He, as well as the others, were expecting this kind of emotional outburst but not with this much fury. When she was transported over from Hong Kong; she would break out of her barrier to ask and answer a few questions but they all clammed up whenever Vaughn was brought up.
"He went away for a few days.. to make peace with something." He casually said to see where this conversation would lead.
Anger and disbelief filled her voice, "He went away?!? Went away to make peace.. with something? Don't you mean someone?" She jumped up from the bed and started pacing, "For what? To f*ck his wife with a clear conscious now that I've been found?"
He was taken back at the vulgarity that came out of her mouth. Apparently she misinterpreted what he said and although he was appalled, he wasn't going to correct her. "Back off, Bristow..." he said, his temper rising a few degrees as well, "...you know nothing and it is not my place to tell you Vaughn's status."
She stands in shock at his tone of voice, "You've changed , Will.." she said, matching his tone.
He doesn't answer back to what she implied but in a more casual way repeats himself, "It isn't my place to tell you about Vaughn. When he's ready, he will come to you." With this, he finally steps out of the cell and the guard closes the door.
He turns back to him with deadly intent, "Not a word of this to anyone... Private Colton.. Brian. " He saw the scared surprise reflected in the other man's eyes because of the fact that Will knew his full name or that he dropped in saying in such a calculated manner.
Private Colton looked scared for his life and knew he was serious. He started stuttering, "Of.. of course... not... Agent Tippin."
Will nodded, knowing that he would keep his word. "I need a few more minutes."
The guard nodded and practically ran away.
Through the glass, Sydney watched the scene and looked at him apprehensively. "It almost seems that you actually meant what you said. Your tone and body language suggests that you've become a dangerous man."
With no humor, he tells her a little about the newly reformed Will Tippin, "You have no idea. Between training for the CIA along with several forms of martial arts from a variety of sources and my wife, I now know how to kill a person in ten different ways with just only a finger."
* * *
Her eyes grew wide with tears again, "I never wanted to bring you into my life.."
He twisted his head to work out the small kink in his neck. While doing this, he closed his eyes and his mind slipped away to when she first went missing. While Vaughn and Jack went thoroughly over the physical evidence, he went through the tapes of when Irina Derevko was locked up and all the conversations with Vaughn, Jack Bristow and her for anything. It was easy to notice the contrasting clashing personalities between mother and daughter but the most common shared trait was the very commandeering presences. 'Same ideology but different time period as well as players..' At this thought, an eerie feeling passed through him as his eyes popped back open; while he stood on one side of this glass and Sydney was on the other.
He looked down for a minute to gather his thoughts and wondered if he should tell her about who else the CIA had. Even though she was exhausted, he figured he might as well tell rather her hearing this crucial news from someone else. "I am not sure if I'm supposed to tell you anything pertaining to Sark or your mother... but we have them both in custody."
She had a stunned look on her face, "What?!? Sark and my mother? How?"
"Sark was betrayed by his own and brought in while Vaughn had gotten to your mother." How could he explain the circumstances of how each were brought in? Everyone knew of Sark's cliched situation but how Irina Derevko was brought back was something entirely different. The CIA had gotten the 'avenging rogue agent' version from Vaughn but only nine people, including him, his wife, Jack Bristow, Eric Weiss, Marcus Dixon, Marshall Flinkman along with his wife Carrie and Irina Derevko knew the actual detailed truth of her capture.
He watched as she went through the motions.
"You're kidding, right? Vaughn brought in my mother? As in Michael Vaughn?"
He answered her without any hesitation, "Yes."
"Even my dad couldn't catch up to her..." She shook her heard, almost as if she was still trying to believe what I've just said, "He was a good agent, considerate lover then and now.. now he is the CIA's f*cking Golden Boy and husband."
He would not deny, at some point in his previous CIA free life, that he didn't like that man, Michael Vaughn, especially when they first met. It was true, he was jealous of the man who came out of nowhere and stole the heart of the woman he had been so blindly in love with. Even before Sydney disappeared, he had seen the Vaughn wasn't the malicious man he had made him out to be and that he was willing to help an unknown man get back who had been discredited and lost his career. Eventually, he'd gotten over Sydney and gained the respect of a man who didn't know him but willing set him up with a new purpose in life. As soap opera-ish as this all sounded, he fell in love with his other best friend, gotten a covert governmental job and then suddenly, life took a drastic turn downhill. How his marriage comes into play in all this.. well, that's a whole different story...
What she says breaks him out his current stream of thoughts. "He is the most abso-fucking-lutely perfect man." Bitterness just oozed from her.
He sighed having enough of her sarcasm, "You might have known him then but he is a different man now so deal with it.." He snarled and walked away.
He passed by a nervous Colton on the way out and took a deep breath before walking out through the Ops Center, knowing that his conversation with Sydney was being taped on both audio and visual. He knew someone was bound to stop him to question his actions and surely enough, it was the bald ass who probably spit shined his head, jumped into his face.
"What the hell was that about Agent Tippin? She has been through enough. You didn't have to tell her about Sark and Irina Derevko."
One would have thought that this bastard actually cared about her if they heard what he just said but Will and others saw through his facade. He was afraid of the shock and emotional outburst the I just put her through and also that he took away the leverage over her.
Will had more of an important call to make and AD Kendall was wasting his time. "I told her what she had the right to know.." he replied coldly and walked away. He heard a few agent snicker and then go about their business.
People had lost respect for Kendall for the way he did not hand the recovery of Sydney when she went missing those two years ago, but for not having a life with a wife, kids and the average white picket fenced house outside work, the Agency took pity on him and let him keep his rank. Basically, he was just show and tell.
As Will reached the roof, he pulled out his CIA standard issue cell phone. Speed dialing the first number, he waited for the receiver to pick up.
"What?!?" The other voice greeted harshly. A few years back, Vaughn would never have answered his phone this way but again, the people and times change.
"You need to come back. She's been expecting you.."
He lets out a string of cusses while his voice changes, "I know, Will. I know.. I'm just trying to .." A loud sigh is heard, "...cope with all this."
In the past year that he came back, bringing along with him the infamous Irina Derevko to Los Angeles, he had gotten to know this multi-layered, perilously humble man known as Michael Vaughn. They may not have been related by blood but he became Will's brother in every sense of the word. He knew that Vaughn wouldn't hesitate to lay down his life for him and this idea was vice versa, my own for his. This also applied to the other eight members of the dysfunctional family unit they had created and were by far the most catastrophically ideal.
Vaughn cleared his voice, bringing Will out of his thoughts, "Give me 'til the end of the week.." He said quietly and hung up.
He walked back down to the Ops center, having a slight clue as to where he might be but if Vaughn did not want to found, they would not be able to locate him. He had become a very resourceful man and could be anywhere but everyone knew they did not have to worry about him running away because despite all the changes, he was still a true man of his word.
He headed back down to his office to put a call to Jack and tell him about the session with his daughter. He rather Jack hear the whole story from him than that bald idiot.
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Read and review! This helps me to know if you all want me to continue on or not.
