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HOME OF WILL TIPPIN
Sydney and Vaughn had spoken intermittently on the way to the apartment but the drive was marred by long drew out silences. Despite the doctor's claims that Sydney had been grown a new liver, they were open to alternative suggestions as the idea was completely foreign to them.
The most interesting discovery the CIA medical staff made was the tiny piece of tissue that had been removed from the fresh liver. It seemed to add to the mystery of the situation and to Sydney's headache.
The CIA had taken care to keep knowledge of Sydney's reappearance from becoming known. They had a clean-up crew in Hong Kong to cover any existence of Sydney and later Vaughn.
Vaughn parked the car and he and Sydney walked into the apartment. Will had given him a spare key because he was going to be working late trying to uncover a trail of Sydney into Hong Kong.
The keys were discarded on the hall table as Vaughn led Sydney into the living room. She glanced around the room and saw both familiar and new pieces. The wall color was the same but the house had a decidedly manly feel to it. Vaughn turned to look at her and smiled, happy to see she wasn't a mirage.
"Do you want to talk?" He asked carefully.
Sydney sighed. "I'm all talked out but I would love for you to fill in some of the details of your life over the past two years."
"How about we get changed and settled before I start, that way if I'm boring you, you can fall asleep." Vaughn raised his eyebrows mischievously.
"Is your life really that horrible without me in it?" Sydney joked.
Vaughn turned serious and placed his palm against the side of her head. "It's worse."
As Vaughn leaned down to press his lips against Sydney's all thoughts of talking left their weary minds. Movements born out of memory enabled the two to enter Sydney's old room without detaching themselves. For the first time in two years Vaughn felt as though he belonged for he was with the woman he loved and no one would take that from him again.
HELSINKI, FINLAND
Sloane taped his fingers absently on his board desk. His mouth was set in a straight line and his eyes alluded to grim circumstances. Two years had passed with absolutely no progress worth thinking about. With Sydney gone he was not able to accomplish what he had wanted to. She was needed in order for him to fulfill the prophecy, but no amount of effort or quality of search network was capable of finding her.
He was frustrated and was at a loss for what to do next. The codes he, Jack and Irina were going after would provide them with vital information on the world's intelligence network and leads to Rambaldi.
Thirty years had provided Sloane with the opportunity to gather all the Rambaldi pieces; however, assembling the machine left Sloane with more questions than answers. He had discarded the machine when he realized it would not work, after the initial moans of promise the machine had made, it remained dormant and uncooperative. The machine had found a home a year and a half ago in Nepal where Sloane could reclaim it when he understood what was needed to make it run.
Sloane would never admit it to anyone, but having Jack working with him again was both refreshing and reassuring. Jack challenged him with logic and control where he thought himself and even Irina were reckless.
That brought up another issue that Sloane was quite pleased with. He was proud to claim responsibility for the renewed relationship Jack and Irina shared. After losing his wife Sloane developed an appreciation for the happiness that his two colleagues could have motivating him to orcastrated more then one situation where they found themselves alone. Jack and Irina had gotten remarried and moved into their home in Morocco by the end of the second month together.
Sloane's musings were disrupted when the door to his office opened and one of his employees entered.
"What have you got for me?" Sloane questioned.
"Mister Sloane, there is no sign of the Bristow girl but we had some alleged reports from Hong Kong." The man before Sloane answered.
"A possible sighting is more than we have had for almost two years. I want you to investigate the report and don't bother returning until you have something." Sloane's voice was dark and caused the man to straighten his spine.
"Yes Sir." With that the man left the room intent on finding Sydney Bristow.
Sloane decided to sit on the information of Sydney until he had something more concrete. Jack and Irina would be preoccupied with retrieving the codes and could wait to know if Sydney had reappeared.
CASABLANCA, MOROCCO
Jack found Irina sitting quietly on the patio the next morning. She was wearing a tank top and soft cotton skirt with her hair pulled up to combat the early morning heat that was already assaulting Morocco. She was so immersed in her thoughts she didn't hear Jack come up behind her.
"We seem to be making a habit of finding each other out here." He said softly so as not to startle her.
Irina turned to catch him watching her intently. She hummed then turned back around to face the garden. Jack came up behind her and began massaging her shoulders lightly while keeping his gaze straight ahead.
"You weren't bedside me this morning; what's on your mind?" Irina dropped her head and Jack dipped to place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.
"Sydney." Irina said boldly. She sighed before expanding. "I woke up early this morning with a sudden need to speak to her. It felt as though she was calling to me, I know it sounds insane but I haven't been able to shake the feeling that where ever she was, she isn't there any more." Jack moved to kneel beside Irina's chair.
"Does it feel as though she is in danger?" Jack asked. His worrisome tone caused Irina to turn her attention from the garden.
"No, I actually feel more relaxed than I have in months. I think it was the change that shook me up. This morning I woke up with the belief that where ever Sydney is, she is safe." A smile pulled at Irina's lips as she caressed the side of Jack's face.
"As your husband I happen to know you are rarely wrong, so I'm willing to bet Sydney is safe." Jack smiled indicating his comment was meant as both a joke and reassurance.
Irina laughed at the man kneeling before her. They found a secret pleasure in arguing with one another with Irina often declaring that she was right and Jack couldn't do anything about it. His presence was exactly what she needed to lift her spirits for the day
L.A.
Sydney tossed and turned beside Vaughn as dreams assaulted her sleep. She saw flashes of red and could smell the overwhelming scent of burning candles. A brief flash of snow-cover mountains caught her attention. The feeling of being watched and unable to move caused her to sit upright in bed. She quickly grabbed her head as a dull pain began to overpower her thoughts. She heard Vaughn asking her if she was okay but could only answer him with two whispered words.
"It's starting."
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HOME OF WILL TIPPIN
Sydney and Vaughn had spoken intermittently on the way to the apartment but the drive was marred by long drew out silences. Despite the doctor's claims that Sydney had been grown a new liver, they were open to alternative suggestions as the idea was completely foreign to them.
The most interesting discovery the CIA medical staff made was the tiny piece of tissue that had been removed from the fresh liver. It seemed to add to the mystery of the situation and to Sydney's headache.
The CIA had taken care to keep knowledge of Sydney's reappearance from becoming known. They had a clean-up crew in Hong Kong to cover any existence of Sydney and later Vaughn.
Vaughn parked the car and he and Sydney walked into the apartment. Will had given him a spare key because he was going to be working late trying to uncover a trail of Sydney into Hong Kong.
The keys were discarded on the hall table as Vaughn led Sydney into the living room. She glanced around the room and saw both familiar and new pieces. The wall color was the same but the house had a decidedly manly feel to it. Vaughn turned to look at her and smiled, happy to see she wasn't a mirage.
"Do you want to talk?" He asked carefully.
Sydney sighed. "I'm all talked out but I would love for you to fill in some of the details of your life over the past two years."
"How about we get changed and settled before I start, that way if I'm boring you, you can fall asleep." Vaughn raised his eyebrows mischievously.
"Is your life really that horrible without me in it?" Sydney joked.
Vaughn turned serious and placed his palm against the side of her head. "It's worse."
As Vaughn leaned down to press his lips against Sydney's all thoughts of talking left their weary minds. Movements born out of memory enabled the two to enter Sydney's old room without detaching themselves. For the first time in two years Vaughn felt as though he belonged for he was with the woman he loved and no one would take that from him again.
HELSINKI, FINLAND
Sloane taped his fingers absently on his board desk. His mouth was set in a straight line and his eyes alluded to grim circumstances. Two years had passed with absolutely no progress worth thinking about. With Sydney gone he was not able to accomplish what he had wanted to. She was needed in order for him to fulfill the prophecy, but no amount of effort or quality of search network was capable of finding her.
He was frustrated and was at a loss for what to do next. The codes he, Jack and Irina were going after would provide them with vital information on the world's intelligence network and leads to Rambaldi.
Thirty years had provided Sloane with the opportunity to gather all the Rambaldi pieces; however, assembling the machine left Sloane with more questions than answers. He had discarded the machine when he realized it would not work, after the initial moans of promise the machine had made, it remained dormant and uncooperative. The machine had found a home a year and a half ago in Nepal where Sloane could reclaim it when he understood what was needed to make it run.
Sloane would never admit it to anyone, but having Jack working with him again was both refreshing and reassuring. Jack challenged him with logic and control where he thought himself and even Irina were reckless.
That brought up another issue that Sloane was quite pleased with. He was proud to claim responsibility for the renewed relationship Jack and Irina shared. After losing his wife Sloane developed an appreciation for the happiness that his two colleagues could have motivating him to orcastrated more then one situation where they found themselves alone. Jack and Irina had gotten remarried and moved into their home in Morocco by the end of the second month together.
Sloane's musings were disrupted when the door to his office opened and one of his employees entered.
"What have you got for me?" Sloane questioned.
"Mister Sloane, there is no sign of the Bristow girl but we had some alleged reports from Hong Kong." The man before Sloane answered.
"A possible sighting is more than we have had for almost two years. I want you to investigate the report and don't bother returning until you have something." Sloane's voice was dark and caused the man to straighten his spine.
"Yes Sir." With that the man left the room intent on finding Sydney Bristow.
Sloane decided to sit on the information of Sydney until he had something more concrete. Jack and Irina would be preoccupied with retrieving the codes and could wait to know if Sydney had reappeared.
CASABLANCA, MOROCCO
Jack found Irina sitting quietly on the patio the next morning. She was wearing a tank top and soft cotton skirt with her hair pulled up to combat the early morning heat that was already assaulting Morocco. She was so immersed in her thoughts she didn't hear Jack come up behind her.
"We seem to be making a habit of finding each other out here." He said softly so as not to startle her.
Irina turned to catch him watching her intently. She hummed then turned back around to face the garden. Jack came up behind her and began massaging her shoulders lightly while keeping his gaze straight ahead.
"You weren't bedside me this morning; what's on your mind?" Irina dropped her head and Jack dipped to place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.
"Sydney." Irina said boldly. She sighed before expanding. "I woke up early this morning with a sudden need to speak to her. It felt as though she was calling to me, I know it sounds insane but I haven't been able to shake the feeling that where ever she was, she isn't there any more." Jack moved to kneel beside Irina's chair.
"Does it feel as though she is in danger?" Jack asked. His worrisome tone caused Irina to turn her attention from the garden.
"No, I actually feel more relaxed than I have in months. I think it was the change that shook me up. This morning I woke up with the belief that where ever Sydney is, she is safe." A smile pulled at Irina's lips as she caressed the side of Jack's face.
"As your husband I happen to know you are rarely wrong, so I'm willing to bet Sydney is safe." Jack smiled indicating his comment was meant as both a joke and reassurance.
Irina laughed at the man kneeling before her. They found a secret pleasure in arguing with one another with Irina often declaring that she was right and Jack couldn't do anything about it. His presence was exactly what she needed to lift her spirits for the day
L.A.
Sydney tossed and turned beside Vaughn as dreams assaulted her sleep. She saw flashes of red and could smell the overwhelming scent of burning candles. A brief flash of snow-cover mountains caught her attention. The feeling of being watched and unable to move caused her to sit upright in bed. She quickly grabbed her head as a dull pain began to overpower her thoughts. She heard Vaughn asking her if she was okay but could only answer him with two whispered words.
"It's starting."
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