Part Two of insert really cool title that I can't think of
1. Multi-tasking
They sat across from eachother, their knees touching under the table, they feet nonchalantly entagled as they heads leaned towards the papers littering the table.
She was almost absorbed in the words engulfing her, the words jumping out at her with all of their intricacies and all new meanings. ASH. Without meaning to or even consciously thinking about it or making a decision, she raised her face, looked at Michael with a smile though he was unaware of her attentions.
He felt her gaze just as he could feel her presence in a crowded room or knew it was her on the phone before she spoke a word. "What is it?"
"I'm just proud of you, that's all."
He grinned, his eyes still trained on the paper lying in front of him, his left hand moving along words while his right stood on a pad of paper, pen ready and in hand. "For what?"
"For being smart... for giving us clues that no one had thought of before... for giving me the chance to finally get rid of Sloane... for giving me the chance of a new life." Her words came out of her with such conviction that he had to look at her, love shining through his eyes.
"Sydney, that's not something you have to be proud of me for. That's something that you can take for granted. I'll always be there for you and I'll always be looking out for you, Syd." His voice was hushed, his gaze heavy, and she knew that she would be kissing him now if it weren't for her father in the next room.
Still, she was happy for the private airplane.
She smiled softly and watched him go back to work, writing down his notes on the pad of paper without even looking at what he was writing, how he had been doing so even when he was talking to her. That look of utter concentration...
"Did you know that watching you multi-tasking like that is a real turn on?" She asked softly.
His hands stilled as he looked up, a completely different expression now dancing across his face. "Syd... don't do this to me..." There was a shadow of a smile on his face but she knew that somewhere, there wass a fear and anxiety about his own will power and the fact that her father was next door.
She shrugged. "Okay. I won't. I just felt that that was something you would like to know."
"Trust me. It is."
They bent their heads, working for a few more minutes.
The ash that scatters will be the fire that burns once reunited.
The fire that burns in every man will be found.
Used.
And the ash will harvest that fire.
And it will be put to good use.
She stared at the words. The words that she had stared at a year ago and had no idea where to start. It was all starting to make sense now. And that was the thing that scared her.
She wrote down a quick translation.
Her letters were cramped and hurried.
The Apollyon Soul Harvest once brought together will take the fire from every living human and put it to their own "good" use.
"Vaughn?"
She lifted her head, seeing the slight smile flash across his face. "Seriously Syd, you cannot go five minutes without talking to me can you?" In another situation, this would be cute. Heart-breakingly cute.
"Vaughn."
Her tone was serious.
He could see that something was wrong now. "What did you find?"
"I need to contact Will. And Marshall. And whoever has the most insight and familiarity with the Rambaldi documents."
"Sydney... let me see that."
"Vaughn... what do you think is the fire in life which every living person holds inside of themself?"
His brow furrowed. "Why?"
"Because that's what Rambaldi wrote. Once the ash is reunited, they will be the fire that burns and will be able to harvest the fire that burns in every single person and put it to their own good use. What does that mean?"
"I don't know."
"Do you know why we're going to France?"
His eyes locked onto hers. "That's not for you to know yet, Sydney."
His answer shocked her. "What are you talking about? You mean to tell me that you actually know more about this mission?" Her voice was a whisper, urgent and accusing though it was. "I need to know this Michael."
"No. You don't."
SHe felt her jaw tightening. "Do you not trust me?"
His eyes closed in exasperation; they feet distangled. "I'm asking you to trust me Sydney. Everything has it's time and place. This isn't it. I beg of you Sydney. Leave it alone."
"For now."
tbc...
more?
confusing and kinda weird again i know. just remember that i just "went with the flow" and did absolutely no mental preparation and had no idea what was going to come out.... sorry
-jenn