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A/N: Reviews are ALWAYS welcome.
Previously on: Freaky Friday, Alias Style
"Hey, Sydney, we're just here to say congratulations." a woman spoke up.
"For what?" he asked.
"For getting pregnant," she answered as if he should already know.
Looking around he saw baby balloons and presents galore. Not to mention the food and the decorations, etc.
'I'm so gonna kill Vaughn.'
"So, what do you wanna do with the machine?" the man asked.
"It's simple. We destroy it."
Chapter 8~ Run Vaughn Run
Jack smiled at the ladies and pulled who appeared to be the leader off the side.
"What the hell is this? I am not pregnant. Am I?" Jack had started off strong but now he seriously doubted that he wasn't. It wasn't until he doubled over in pain that he remembered. It was only day two of almost a week of hell.
"I'm not pregnant, I can't be because-" Jack went on talking over the woman's voice who was apparently trying to say something.
"So what are you doing here?" Jack asked shaking the woman.
"If you would have let me have a delicious chance to talk, I was gonna say that this was my delicious revenge." Jack stared blankly at her.
"For delicious April fools…"
"But it's not April fools day, hell we're not even in April."
"I know" the woman said, her patience wearing thin, "This is my delicious payback for you playing a delicious prank on me and my not being able to think of a delicious one in enough time." Jack forced out a laugh. This must be Cheryl, the woman who was so damn preppy, proper, optimistic, and giddy she pissed lots of people off. She also said delicious a lot. The last time she had seen Sydney and told her that her purse looked delicious, she had lost her patience and attacked her with her purse, saying "then why don't you just eat it then?" Otherwise when Sydney was around her she just sort of smiled and slowly backed away.
"Oh, it must have been a different friend then, I'm sorry to have bothered you, toodles. Oh and by the way, honey, you look delicious." Jack felt like he was gonna do the same thing if she didn't leave, soon.
"De-de-destroy it sir?" the man asked confused. They had spent weeks just trying to put it together. They had spent months and sometimes years trying to collect the pieces. Countless lives had been either taken or destroyed to do just that. And now to just destroy it? Did the death of the people they loved, even he loved, mean anything? Did he just not care?
"Did I stutter? I said to destroy the damn thing!" Sloane yelled agitated.
"But-but Arvin, sir…"
"Did I give you permission to call me Arvin?"
"N-n-n-no Sir" the man stuttered.
"Then call me what I did tell you to call me." Sloane walked away cursing at the man's lack of intelligence and calling him every synonym for dumbass and in every language he could think of at the moment.
"Asshole" the man muttered beneath his breath. He was a beginner, new at Arvin Sloane's twisted game.
"Can I have your card please?" the man asked.
"Sure" handing him the card he slipped it in and the computer analyzed the card for a few seconds before spitting it out and stating that he was Agent Jack Bristow.
Looking at the picture for a second the guard told her that she was cleared, and could go in now.
The first gate opened sending a slight chill down her spine as they suddenly reminded of prison bars. The first gate then closed right before the second gate opened. The second gate closed after she had walked through them and the third ones lifted off the ground right before she got there (all the gates lifted off the ground in case you were wondering.) and closed right after she walked through them. Taking a couple of steps, she was now standing in front of a cell that held a terrorist. There was a bulletproof window, and pad locked strong door (with others locks too) on her side. The other sides of the cell were bricks. The 'bed' if you could call it that, was like a cot, hard, no mattress or bedspread, just the springs and the wires. (I forget did her cell have a sink and toilet in there too? It's been so long.) The bed was the only furniture in the cell. Staring back at her was the terrorist. A woman who was smiling and who had about shoulder length brown hair, a strong cheekbone, and a look of happiness. Sydney gave her a smile, which confused her, and her smile immediately disappeared. The terrorist who was standing before her wasn't just any terrorist- it was her mother.
"Hello m-Irina" Sydney said stopping herself before she could blow her cover. She had forgotten whose body she was in. She had almost tucked a strand of hair behind her ear also, she wondered if her mother had saw that.
"Hello Jack" Irina said. "Why are you here?"
"Uh huh, ok, that's nice, leave, now." Jack finished as he finally got the airheads out of his daughter's place. Slamming the door shut he clutched his stomach waiting for the pain to subside.
"How does she do this?"
"I heard that!" Sloane yelled still walking away.
"I heard that while you were away on the mission with-d-me that you think you saw something."
"I don't think I saw something I know it. I heard people talking about Rambaldi artifacts and some unknown machine. They said that they were gonna be delivering it to some unknown man. Discussing after that how sad it was that his wife had died. The two men were wondering why he was so obsessed with Rambaldi when his wife had died. I knew that they were taking about Sloane. I was still in your line of sight, so don't think I just walked away when I picked up a newspaper, pretending to be looking for an article. They talked about the address in which they had delivered it to. It was the I.D.L.A.B.M.A.R. building in Paris. Upstairs if I'm not mistaken. Room 10-68 it should be on the left as you come off the elevator." Irina explained.
She was just about to thank her for the information and go tell Kendal, but then she remembered that Jack would be dubious of the information. With a silent sigh she acquiesced to Jack's way of thinking.
"How do I know that this information is reliable?"
"You have to trust me on it."
"So I'm supposed to trust you, a terrorist. While we do that, why don't we let a fiver-year-old drive the president to wherever he needs to go?" Sarcasm was dripping all over her latter sentence.
"I knew you wouldn't. I have it all on tape. The tapes with Kendal."
"How do I know it's legitimate?"
"Have Marshall verify it."
"Fine." Turning away from Irina before the first gate had opened Irina mumbled a soft be still audible "I'm sorry."
When the second gate was being opened she completed her sentence. "For everything." Looking down on the ground she made her way to her bed.
Jack was just making his way to his daughter's bed when the doorbell rang. Oh god, Jack thought, I hope it's not Cheryl again.
Walking up to the door he opened it to see Vaughn holding something in his hand. He couldn't see what it was.
Oh god, if he proposes to me, I'm gonna- OMG! What if he proposes to me. Oh no my hair has to be in a special one-of-a-kind hairdo and all the candles lit and-and-…
"Syd? Are you all right?" Vaughn asked snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Oh yeah, sorry." Jack apologized. Michael stared at him, wondering what was wrong with him.
"Uh, come in." he invited him, closing the door behind him. He had been trying to avoid him, knowing that after a while he would know that something was wrong with his girlfriend. "Yeah, sorry about that, I was just pissed off because Cheryl was just here."
He thought for a moment and then remembered who Cheryl was. "Man am I glad I wasn't here for that."
"Yeah so-" he stopping in mid sentence going to get the door. "Coming!" Opening the door he was surprised to see beaming Eric Weiss.
"Come on in." he ushered him. Damn, more people, as if it wasn't hard enough convincing her boyfriend that he was who he said he was- wait a second, Weiss knew that they had switched. Maybe he could help him out here. Well, if so, thank god for Weiss.
"So, Sydney , remember what you said last week?" Eric asked. He was defiantly not gonna be any help.
"What did I say last week?" he asked, hoping Eric would help him out and just say it for him.
"When we were talking and you said you wanted to tell Vaughn that, but he wasn't here, he was doing paperwork." Eric explained. Help from Weiss, no such luck.
"Nope, must have slipped my mind, what with all the switches-" Jack caught himself before he said anything else.
"Did you just say switches?" Michael asked.
"So Marshall, did the results come back from the analysis of the tape. Is it legitimate?" Sydney asked.
Sloane sat on a chair an wondered if he should really destroy the machine. His wife had lost her life because of this. Because of his obsession. Sure, Dixon was the one who had took the shot that killed her, but they wouldn't have been running if she hadn't went to the CIA for help, because she was scared. His obssession had become out of control. Hell, he had even cut off her left ring finger for his obsession. Sure, it was also to trick the alliance but what it always came back to was that his obsession killed her. She had been diagnosed with cancer but had bounced back from that. He had done so many things for her, and in the end it always felt like it was he who pulled the trigger. Because in a way he did pull it, by choosing this lifestyle, by not leaving it when they had the chance, by having an obsession that cost his wife her life.
A/N: OMG! Sloane actually has feelings beside greed. Someone call Ripley's, get a camera. Weiss knows that Jack and Sydney switched bodies but isn't helping Jack out of this situation one bit. Does Irina actually feel bad about what she did? Did she ever really and truly have feelings for Jack? No one really knows besides Irina… and JJ, but this is my story and I might make her have true feeling or I might not. Is Irina's information true or is she just playing with them? Will you guys ever review my story? Will my story ever become funny? Please review. Tell me what you want to happen. Is my story good? Is it funny? Please review and tell me what you think. If you don't like S/V stories then I have a Sarkney story now called "A twisted World After All" Please read and review that too please. I have never done a Sarkney story before so please tell me what you think of it. Please review, I promise the more reviews I get the more I right on time! As long as I get 2 or 3 reviews per chapter I'll write it around the same time as I normally do. If I get 10 or more I'll post it right after I finish reading the reviews. If I get around 5 it'll be up on a Saturday like it normally is.
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