Dinner that night was truly a sight to behold. With everyone gathered
around Sydney and Vaughn's dining room table. Friends and enemies,
adversaries and lovers, the mix of people was incredibly strange. This one
table contained both the CIA's best officers, and the CIA's most wanted
criminals. And the entire lot were laughing and thoroughly enjoying
themselves.
Sark, though he was uneasy about the whole situation, sat in between Irina and Alex. He found the teenage boys very intriguing. He was so enamored with the life this family, his family had created. He watched carefully the interaction around the rest of the table. The stolen glances between Sydney and Vaughn, as well as the knowing but longing looks between Jack and Irina. And then, of course, was little Ryan. He was so young, but so intelligent. It was quite obvious that he was loved, and that he felt comfortable with almost everyone in the room. Sark had been amazed, himself, at how quickly Ryan had accepted him into his life. One minute his head was buried in her mother's shoulder, then next it was "Uncle Ryan come see my train."
And yet for such a small human being, Ryan was incredibly aware of the situation at hand. It was as if he could feel the emotions of everyone in the room. When Sydney had first introduced Sark to Ryan, the boy had watched his mother carefully. He seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, beyond what Sydney herself could discern about her own emotions. Ryan would often go up to his father and say, "It's okay, Daddy". As if he knew exactly the thoughts running through his head.
Though, when it came to Vaughn, his emotions were written all over his face. Though he smiled and laughed, every once and a while he'd take a long gaze at Sydney. Outright worry and concern would come over his face. And though he tried to hide it, it was these moments that gave him away. Across the table, it was clear to everyone, that Vaughn was in a constant state of concern. As he ate, he seemed to drift off into another world. Sydney noticed it too, but it was harder for her to discern what it all meant.
She was going through her own roller coaster ride or emotions, half of which she couldn't even explain. Between nightmares of Sloane, and the random appearances of Kendall and Dixon, and now Sark, her brother. Sydney's thoughts often wondered. Her hand would slip mindlessly over her stomach and she would daydream about her child and their family.
Sark wasn't the only one who could see what was going on in the room. Irina, in her ever omnipresent way, would be talking to Weiss across the table, while mindlessly watching Sydney. She didn't really even think about it anymore. For so long she had watched over her daughter from afar. Now she was a little closer, but she still felt the overriding obligation to watch her.
As if to complete the circle, Jack would watch Irina as she did this. He could almost feel what she was thinking, even from the other end of the table. He knew exactly what she was doing, and smiled to himself, because he was doing the same thing. He watched attentively as she helped Ryan cut his food, and told him it sit down. He watched as she mindlessly grazed her hand over her temple.
They were a family of perceivers, and deceivers. This family could not have been more different, and more alike. After all that they had been through, after all of the deceit and casualties of their lives, they still managed to find a way to sit around a table and be not only civil toward one another, but loving. Despite all of the conflict and all of the pain each and everyone of them had endured, by some miracle they had all escaped with their hearts intact, and the ability to still love one another. They were an amazing family, all of whom had accomplished amazing things. And all of whom still had amazing things to accomplish.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This is the end of Part 3. Thank you to all my reviewers. It is unbelievable the support that my little story has garnered. I can't tell ya'll how much I appreciate your support. I would just like to say, to those who are reading and not reviewing - let me know who you are, drop me a line-I write so much better when I know that there are people out there listening. If anyone had suggestions, question, corrections I would love to hear them! Hopefully this story will finish up in the 4 parts, but it may require 5, we'll see how it goes. I know it is long, but there is an end in sight. Thank you for sticking it out with me, I promise not to disappoint.
Thanks to: Darrel Doomvomit- You were so right about the whole Greg thing- It's Eric. Major slip up. Greg is the actor who plays Weiss. Thanks!
Annasun BudgetBuddy Kay10197 SarkLover Chaosti Javs PLuMMy03 And Nicole ----------- You all have been so great to review and keep reviewing, I love it, Thanks.
Loe's l'il sista - I want to thank you, I know you've been in this for the long haul, and I just thought I should give you a shout out!! Much love to ya!
To everyone, I hope this story still interests you, even with the new developments on the show. I know this is in a totally different direction, but I dunno. I think it's a good one. There are incongruencies, I know, but I began writing this before season three, so there you go. Thanks again!!
Luv, Kat
Sark, though he was uneasy about the whole situation, sat in between Irina and Alex. He found the teenage boys very intriguing. He was so enamored with the life this family, his family had created. He watched carefully the interaction around the rest of the table. The stolen glances between Sydney and Vaughn, as well as the knowing but longing looks between Jack and Irina. And then, of course, was little Ryan. He was so young, but so intelligent. It was quite obvious that he was loved, and that he felt comfortable with almost everyone in the room. Sark had been amazed, himself, at how quickly Ryan had accepted him into his life. One minute his head was buried in her mother's shoulder, then next it was "Uncle Ryan come see my train."
And yet for such a small human being, Ryan was incredibly aware of the situation at hand. It was as if he could feel the emotions of everyone in the room. When Sydney had first introduced Sark to Ryan, the boy had watched his mother carefully. He seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, beyond what Sydney herself could discern about her own emotions. Ryan would often go up to his father and say, "It's okay, Daddy". As if he knew exactly the thoughts running through his head.
Though, when it came to Vaughn, his emotions were written all over his face. Though he smiled and laughed, every once and a while he'd take a long gaze at Sydney. Outright worry and concern would come over his face. And though he tried to hide it, it was these moments that gave him away. Across the table, it was clear to everyone, that Vaughn was in a constant state of concern. As he ate, he seemed to drift off into another world. Sydney noticed it too, but it was harder for her to discern what it all meant.
She was going through her own roller coaster ride or emotions, half of which she couldn't even explain. Between nightmares of Sloane, and the random appearances of Kendall and Dixon, and now Sark, her brother. Sydney's thoughts often wondered. Her hand would slip mindlessly over her stomach and she would daydream about her child and their family.
Sark wasn't the only one who could see what was going on in the room. Irina, in her ever omnipresent way, would be talking to Weiss across the table, while mindlessly watching Sydney. She didn't really even think about it anymore. For so long she had watched over her daughter from afar. Now she was a little closer, but she still felt the overriding obligation to watch her.
As if to complete the circle, Jack would watch Irina as she did this. He could almost feel what she was thinking, even from the other end of the table. He knew exactly what she was doing, and smiled to himself, because he was doing the same thing. He watched attentively as she helped Ryan cut his food, and told him it sit down. He watched as she mindlessly grazed her hand over her temple.
They were a family of perceivers, and deceivers. This family could not have been more different, and more alike. After all that they had been through, after all of the deceit and casualties of their lives, they still managed to find a way to sit around a table and be not only civil toward one another, but loving. Despite all of the conflict and all of the pain each and everyone of them had endured, by some miracle they had all escaped with their hearts intact, and the ability to still love one another. They were an amazing family, all of whom had accomplished amazing things. And all of whom still had amazing things to accomplish.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This is the end of Part 3. Thank you to all my reviewers. It is unbelievable the support that my little story has garnered. I can't tell ya'll how much I appreciate your support. I would just like to say, to those who are reading and not reviewing - let me know who you are, drop me a line-I write so much better when I know that there are people out there listening. If anyone had suggestions, question, corrections I would love to hear them! Hopefully this story will finish up in the 4 parts, but it may require 5, we'll see how it goes. I know it is long, but there is an end in sight. Thank you for sticking it out with me, I promise not to disappoint.
Thanks to: Darrel Doomvomit- You were so right about the whole Greg thing- It's Eric. Major slip up. Greg is the actor who plays Weiss. Thanks!
Annasun BudgetBuddy Kay10197 SarkLover Chaosti Javs PLuMMy03 And Nicole ----------- You all have been so great to review and keep reviewing, I love it, Thanks.
Loe's l'il sista - I want to thank you, I know you've been in this for the long haul, and I just thought I should give you a shout out!! Much love to ya!
To everyone, I hope this story still interests you, even with the new developments on the show. I know this is in a totally different direction, but I dunno. I think it's a good one. There are incongruencies, I know, but I began writing this before season three, so there you go. Thanks again!!
Luv, Kat