Chapter Seventeen...
Jack could tell as Will told the others. He heard their exclamations from the living room in front of the television. He was actually glad they were going back home. He would no longer be stuck in this house, although he had to admit that he did not dislike some of the fun times they had here. Only realizing now that he had in fact opened up in this house. It brought out the 'Jack Bristow' from Sydney's early childhood, before Irina Derevko ruined their lives.
After Will told Sydney and Vaughn the news, they started to pack their things which were now in the same room.
"Can you believe we're actually going home? It just seems to good to be true," Sydney said as she pulled her pants out of her drawer.
"I know...it is a little hard to believe. I think when we get off the plane we should do as many things in public as possible. I love that we can when we get back," he said as he pulled some shirts out of the closet and laid them in his suitcase neatly.
"I agree...what did you have in mind Mr. Vaughn?" Sydney said as she winked at him.
"My my...you have a perverted little mind don't you Mrs. Vau-" but as he said that he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her, with a fearful look on his face. "Syd...I...I...I don't know what to say...I'm sorry I-" but she cut him off with a kiss. Pulling back she put her hands on his shoulders to reassure him.
"Don't worry Vaughn...I kinda like the sound of that."
"You do? Really?" he asked a little more relieved looking.
"Yeah...it has a nice ring to it. Now...shall we continue packing, because our flight is at three tomorrow and we can't miss it!" she said as she started to throw more stuff into her suitcase haphazardly. Vaughn went over to her and grabbed both of her wrists gently. He brought one hand up this mouth and kissed her palm. Then did the same to the other.
"I don't think that will be a problem. We are traveling with Jack Bristow...who I am sure will have us leave here five hours before the flight...just to be careful."
After they finished packing, they were tired so they decided to take a nap. Around seven Sydney woke up and smelled something enticing. She shook Vaughn lightly, but after receiving no response leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the lips. This got him up and he smiled at her.
"Is there a reason you are waking me up? I was having a great dream about you," he said kissing her cheek, then the other. She giggled as he made his way down her neck.
"I think Francie is making something very good...I can smell it from up here," she said getting up off the bed and bringing him with her.
"Yeah it does smell good. Let's go see what she's up to."
They made their way down to the kitchen and saw Francie and Weiss along with Jack and Will. Francie was busy with the roasted chicken, while Weiss stirred the pasta (only thing he knew how to make). Jack was making the salad, and Will looked up to his ears in fruit making what appeared to be a "fruit salad" of some sort. No one even noticed their presence until Vaughn cleared his throat and Sydney spoke.
"Wow guys! This looks soooo good! I'm so hungry!" she said as her stomach rumbled.
"Why didn't you wake us up? We could have helped," Vaughn said as he tried to take a piece of fruit from Will's pile, but Will slapped his hand and shot him a death glare. "Woah buddy...I just wanted a piece of fruit," Vaughn said backing away and laughing.
"Oh don't mind him...he's just mad that I let Eric do the pasta and he got left with the fruit. He's taking his "job" of cutting it up very seriously. NO ONE is allowed to take a piece, right Will?" Francie said mocking Will.
"Oh shut up...this is harder than it looks," he said as he dropped yet another apple.
"What is that...your fifth?" Jack asked looking at the struggling friend of his daughter's.
"You want to switch jobs Jack! I'll make that salad!" Will yelled getting up throwing the apple at Jack. Jack just laughed and caught it.
"Try not throwing a measly apple at a CIA agent," Jack said as he threw the apple into the trash across the room. Everyone laughed at this.
"Well I'm starving...is there anything Vaughn or I could do to help?" Sydney asked as her stomach rumbled once again.
"Sure...you could set the table. We'll be done in here with the main courses in a few minutes. Now that fruit salad...that might be a gamble," Francie said laughing.
"That's it! I give up!" Will said throwing the peeler down and storming into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and sulked. Francie just smiled and took over his job and finished in just two minutes.
Meanwhile Sydney and Vaughn were getting all the nice plates out to set up. They also got out the silverware and napkins. They made an assembly line of sorts, but ended up breaking two plates and having to grab more silverware after dropping most of the original brought out. They were laughing too hard to care. But he loud noise of dropping dishes and silverware brought everyone into the doorways into the dining room watching with amusement as the "team" of table setter uppers failing miserably.
"I gave you guys one job!" Francie yelled laughing as she came into the dining room to grab the plates away from Sydney who was threatening to throw them at Vaughn. He was just laughing as he darted away from the napkins being thrown by her.
Jack could tell as Will told the others. He heard their exclamations from the living room in front of the television. He was actually glad they were going back home. He would no longer be stuck in this house, although he had to admit that he did not dislike some of the fun times they had here. Only realizing now that he had in fact opened up in this house. It brought out the 'Jack Bristow' from Sydney's early childhood, before Irina Derevko ruined their lives.
After Will told Sydney and Vaughn the news, they started to pack their things which were now in the same room.
"Can you believe we're actually going home? It just seems to good to be true," Sydney said as she pulled her pants out of her drawer.
"I know...it is a little hard to believe. I think when we get off the plane we should do as many things in public as possible. I love that we can when we get back," he said as he pulled some shirts out of the closet and laid them in his suitcase neatly.
"I agree...what did you have in mind Mr. Vaughn?" Sydney said as she winked at him.
"My my...you have a perverted little mind don't you Mrs. Vau-" but as he said that he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her, with a fearful look on his face. "Syd...I...I...I don't know what to say...I'm sorry I-" but she cut him off with a kiss. Pulling back she put her hands on his shoulders to reassure him.
"Don't worry Vaughn...I kinda like the sound of that."
"You do? Really?" he asked a little more relieved looking.
"Yeah...it has a nice ring to it. Now...shall we continue packing, because our flight is at three tomorrow and we can't miss it!" she said as she started to throw more stuff into her suitcase haphazardly. Vaughn went over to her and grabbed both of her wrists gently. He brought one hand up this mouth and kissed her palm. Then did the same to the other.
"I don't think that will be a problem. We are traveling with Jack Bristow...who I am sure will have us leave here five hours before the flight...just to be careful."
After they finished packing, they were tired so they decided to take a nap. Around seven Sydney woke up and smelled something enticing. She shook Vaughn lightly, but after receiving no response leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the lips. This got him up and he smiled at her.
"Is there a reason you are waking me up? I was having a great dream about you," he said kissing her cheek, then the other. She giggled as he made his way down her neck.
"I think Francie is making something very good...I can smell it from up here," she said getting up off the bed and bringing him with her.
"Yeah it does smell good. Let's go see what she's up to."
They made their way down to the kitchen and saw Francie and Weiss along with Jack and Will. Francie was busy with the roasted chicken, while Weiss stirred the pasta (only thing he knew how to make). Jack was making the salad, and Will looked up to his ears in fruit making what appeared to be a "fruit salad" of some sort. No one even noticed their presence until Vaughn cleared his throat and Sydney spoke.
"Wow guys! This looks soooo good! I'm so hungry!" she said as her stomach rumbled.
"Why didn't you wake us up? We could have helped," Vaughn said as he tried to take a piece of fruit from Will's pile, but Will slapped his hand and shot him a death glare. "Woah buddy...I just wanted a piece of fruit," Vaughn said backing away and laughing.
"Oh don't mind him...he's just mad that I let Eric do the pasta and he got left with the fruit. He's taking his "job" of cutting it up very seriously. NO ONE is allowed to take a piece, right Will?" Francie said mocking Will.
"Oh shut up...this is harder than it looks," he said as he dropped yet another apple.
"What is that...your fifth?" Jack asked looking at the struggling friend of his daughter's.
"You want to switch jobs Jack! I'll make that salad!" Will yelled getting up throwing the apple at Jack. Jack just laughed and caught it.
"Try not throwing a measly apple at a CIA agent," Jack said as he threw the apple into the trash across the room. Everyone laughed at this.
"Well I'm starving...is there anything Vaughn or I could do to help?" Sydney asked as her stomach rumbled once again.
"Sure...you could set the table. We'll be done in here with the main courses in a few minutes. Now that fruit salad...that might be a gamble," Francie said laughing.
"That's it! I give up!" Will said throwing the peeler down and storming into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and sulked. Francie just smiled and took over his job and finished in just two minutes.
Meanwhile Sydney and Vaughn were getting all the nice plates out to set up. They also got out the silverware and napkins. They made an assembly line of sorts, but ended up breaking two plates and having to grab more silverware after dropping most of the original brought out. They were laughing too hard to care. But he loud noise of dropping dishes and silverware brought everyone into the doorways into the dining room watching with amusement as the "team" of table setter uppers failing miserably.
"I gave you guys one job!" Francie yelled laughing as she came into the dining room to grab the plates away from Sydney who was threatening to throw them at Vaughn. He was just laughing as he darted away from the napkins being thrown by her.