You What Now?
Part II
Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed part one. You're all wonderful people!
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"So, let me get this straight? Francie was shot. In the middle of her forehead. And she's still alive?"
Sydney and Vaughn were sitting in his apartment, discussing recent events over wine and munchies.
"Yep."
"Okay, am I the only one wondering how?"
"Well, we thought about that but decided to let it go. I mean, the hole can be easily covered up with make-up so it doesn't really matter." Vaughn explained their reasoning, which seemed to satisfy her.
"Right. And what the hell is up with my father?"
"Well to be honest we don't really know. He went away for a while and when he came back he was wearing a tin-foil hat and talking about aliens reading his brainwaves."
"So, what did you do about it?"
"We sent him to Barnett of course. That's how the CIA deals with everything."
"Oh."
A few hours of talking, cuddling and wild hot spy sex later Vaughn was asleep in his bed with a huge grin on his face while Sydney surfed the internet catching up on the latest happenings in all her favourite shows. Suddenly an instant message from nowhere appeared on the screen, instructing her to open the front door.
Despite the highly suspicious nature of this message and the technical improbability of someone at the front door being able to send it, Sydney decided to do what it said.
She opened the door to find her father waiting on the other side.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
He surprised her by drawing her into his arms and holding her fiercely.
"Dad?"
"It's really you Sydney! I've missed you so much."
"What's going on?" She pulled away, confused at this new behaviour. "Why are you acting so differently?"
"Ah, I see you met Neville."
"Neville? Who's Neville?"
"My double. I wanted out of the CIA so I rebuilt the doubling machine and turned Neville into a clone of me and asked him to take my place. He's a bit of a conspiracy nut so he jumped at the chance to work in such a position."
"But why would you do that? Why didn't you just quit?"
"I wanted to go work with your mother and we both know what would have happened if the CIA knew about that, so I had to find a way to stop them keeping tabs on me."
Sydney was rather shocked at this turn of events. "My mother?!? What are you crazy? Why would you do that, after everything she's done, how can you trust her?!?"
"Well Sydney, it's quite simple really. Your mother is hot."
"Excuse me?!?!?"
"Very hot."
"Wha...?"
"And wow does that woman have moves. There were days when we didn't even leave the bedroom."
"Stop! Please! I really don't need to hear this!" Sydney covered her ears and eyes in a desperate attempt to make the images go away.
"Very well. I need to be leaving soon anyway. I just wanted to come by and see you."
"I'm glad you did Dad. Kind of."
"Me too, now if you'll excuse me I believe my wife is waiting."
The smile that came on to his face as he turned to leave disturbed Sydney so much she went to the kitchen looking for as much alcohol as she could find.
And that was how Vaughn found her, having been woken up by her entirely tuneless rendition of Boehmian Rhapsody, sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by bottles.
"Syd?"
"Hey Vaughn!" She tried to stand up and promptly fell back down. "I fell over!"
"I see. Are you all right?"
"Yeah! Fine!" She waved her hands around. "I just saw my dad and now, now trying to erase the images from my mind."
"Why would you do that?" He was completely confused now.
"Because. Because, because, because, because, because! Because of the wonderful things he does. Or icky. Icky things."
"You're drunk."
"Yes. And highly disturbed. So I think that's a pretty good combanashion."
He sighed and picked her up, ignoring her squeal of protest. Taking her back to the bed he resolved to tidy everything up in the morning, and maybe find out what was going on Sydney's mind. Although he didn't hold up much hope for the latter.
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Unfortunately for Sydney all the alcohol in the world was not enough to erase certain images and she woke up the next morning with a blinding headache and the disturbing knowledge that right at this moment her parents were quite possibly having sex.
She groaned and tried to think of other things, like Sloane in a bikini.
Oh dear God no.
Yep. That worked. It definitely wasn't her parents who were the cause of her precarious mental state any more.
~*~
A couple of hours and many pills later Sydney found herself in front of Kendall's desk.
"Well Agent Bristow, I see no reason why you shouldn't be reinstated into your old position. However I must point out that since you've used up two years of vacation time you won't be having a holiday for quite a while."
"So basically it'll be no different to before."
"Exactly. Now, we would send you on a mission but we don't have one yet. Your father was supposed to gather intelligence on a new terrorist organisation and organise an operation but all he came back with was pictures of explosions from movies. And since we're not going after the bad guys from 'Die Hard' I don't think we have anything that needs doing right at the moment."
"I see sir, can I go now?"
"Dismissed."
Sydney walked out into the rotunda and saw that Kendall had been telling the truth; there was nothing to do. Vaughn and Weiss were engaged in a thumb war, Marshall was making intricate paper dolls and Will was doodling on his desk, having long since filled up any paper nearby.
Meanwhile her father, no wait, Neville, was standing in the corner making funny faces as he tried to perfect the Bristow Death Glare. So far he was not succeeding.
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To Be Continued...
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Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed part one. You're all wonderful people!
~*~
"So, let me get this straight? Francie was shot. In the middle of her forehead. And she's still alive?"
Sydney and Vaughn were sitting in his apartment, discussing recent events over wine and munchies.
"Yep."
"Okay, am I the only one wondering how?"
"Well, we thought about that but decided to let it go. I mean, the hole can be easily covered up with make-up so it doesn't really matter." Vaughn explained their reasoning, which seemed to satisfy her.
"Right. And what the hell is up with my father?"
"Well to be honest we don't really know. He went away for a while and when he came back he was wearing a tin-foil hat and talking about aliens reading his brainwaves."
"So, what did you do about it?"
"We sent him to Barnett of course. That's how the CIA deals with everything."
"Oh."
A few hours of talking, cuddling and wild hot spy sex later Vaughn was asleep in his bed with a huge grin on his face while Sydney surfed the internet catching up on the latest happenings in all her favourite shows. Suddenly an instant message from nowhere appeared on the screen, instructing her to open the front door.
Despite the highly suspicious nature of this message and the technical improbability of someone at the front door being able to send it, Sydney decided to do what it said.
She opened the door to find her father waiting on the other side.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
He surprised her by drawing her into his arms and holding her fiercely.
"Dad?"
"It's really you Sydney! I've missed you so much."
"What's going on?" She pulled away, confused at this new behaviour. "Why are you acting so differently?"
"Ah, I see you met Neville."
"Neville? Who's Neville?"
"My double. I wanted out of the CIA so I rebuilt the doubling machine and turned Neville into a clone of me and asked him to take my place. He's a bit of a conspiracy nut so he jumped at the chance to work in such a position."
"But why would you do that? Why didn't you just quit?"
"I wanted to go work with your mother and we both know what would have happened if the CIA knew about that, so I had to find a way to stop them keeping tabs on me."
Sydney was rather shocked at this turn of events. "My mother?!? What are you crazy? Why would you do that, after everything she's done, how can you trust her?!?"
"Well Sydney, it's quite simple really. Your mother is hot."
"Excuse me?!?!?"
"Very hot."
"Wha...?"
"And wow does that woman have moves. There were days when we didn't even leave the bedroom."
"Stop! Please! I really don't need to hear this!" Sydney covered her ears and eyes in a desperate attempt to make the images go away.
"Very well. I need to be leaving soon anyway. I just wanted to come by and see you."
"I'm glad you did Dad. Kind of."
"Me too, now if you'll excuse me I believe my wife is waiting."
The smile that came on to his face as he turned to leave disturbed Sydney so much she went to the kitchen looking for as much alcohol as she could find.
And that was how Vaughn found her, having been woken up by her entirely tuneless rendition of Boehmian Rhapsody, sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by bottles.
"Syd?"
"Hey Vaughn!" She tried to stand up and promptly fell back down. "I fell over!"
"I see. Are you all right?"
"Yeah! Fine!" She waved her hands around. "I just saw my dad and now, now trying to erase the images from my mind."
"Why would you do that?" He was completely confused now.
"Because. Because, because, because, because, because! Because of the wonderful things he does. Or icky. Icky things."
"You're drunk."
"Yes. And highly disturbed. So I think that's a pretty good combanashion."
He sighed and picked her up, ignoring her squeal of protest. Taking her back to the bed he resolved to tidy everything up in the morning, and maybe find out what was going on Sydney's mind. Although he didn't hold up much hope for the latter.
~*~
Unfortunately for Sydney all the alcohol in the world was not enough to erase certain images and she woke up the next morning with a blinding headache and the disturbing knowledge that right at this moment her parents were quite possibly having sex.
She groaned and tried to think of other things, like Sloane in a bikini.
Oh dear God no.
Yep. That worked. It definitely wasn't her parents who were the cause of her precarious mental state any more.
~*~
A couple of hours and many pills later Sydney found herself in front of Kendall's desk.
"Well Agent Bristow, I see no reason why you shouldn't be reinstated into your old position. However I must point out that since you've used up two years of vacation time you won't be having a holiday for quite a while."
"So basically it'll be no different to before."
"Exactly. Now, we would send you on a mission but we don't have one yet. Your father was supposed to gather intelligence on a new terrorist organisation and organise an operation but all he came back with was pictures of explosions from movies. And since we're not going after the bad guys from 'Die Hard' I don't think we have anything that needs doing right at the moment."
"I see sir, can I go now?"
"Dismissed."
Sydney walked out into the rotunda and saw that Kendall had been telling the truth; there was nothing to do. Vaughn and Weiss were engaged in a thumb war, Marshall was making intricate paper dolls and Will was doodling on his desk, having long since filled up any paper nearby.
Meanwhile her father, no wait, Neville, was standing in the corner making funny faces as he tried to perfect the Bristow Death Glare. So far he was not succeeding.
~*~
To Be Continued...
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