Two Years
by: Crimson Snow
Disclaimer in ch.1
Chapter. 6
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. This fic happens in 2023. This is still un-beta-ed. This might be the last chapter for a long time. I'm so sorry but I still haven't got the net at home. As soon as I can get online, I'll do that and hopefully update. And there might be a little S/V on vaughn's part, okay. But it's only to show that Vaughn is still in 'LOVE' with her. Syd's with Sark and she's happy. ~ Crimson Snow, 26-27.11.2003 (6-5 days till ses.2 DVD's are out.)
Last Time:
*She stands up, hands Mik the gun again and tells him she's gonna go wash her knife. She goes to the bathroom that's in the basement. Sark joins her in the bathroom, where she's put her knife in the sink and lets the water run over the knife while she also cleans her hands off the blood. Maybe trying a little too hard.
"Didn't you really know that guy? Do you really think he betrayed you?" He asks his daughter, when she looks up, he sees her reflection in the mirror and sees sadness in her eyes. He's about to say something else, when Mikhail comes into the bathroom as well and Sark sees every speck of sadness disappear and insted there's only playfullness in her eyes and she turns around after drying her hands on her slightly bloodied denim jeans.*
~*~*~*~*~
"Hi. How was your trip?" Sark asked Syd, before he kissed her.
"Yeah. It was an okay trip. But still long. And I missed you." She tells him, as they kiss again but are interupted by Lindsey.
"Okay. I know you love each other and everything but I really didn't need to see that. You're my parents. Creepy images in my head. And there's not a lot of things I find creepy." Their 20 year old daughter tells them, as she walks up the stairs, smirking. She loved teasing her parents.
"What are you going to do with her?" Syd asked, suddenly wrried now. Understandingly, she had a right to be worried. Her daughter was in the world Syd and Sark had escaped 20 years ago.
"I don't think it's going to help talking to her. Maybe something more drastic? I just don't know what yet. Well, should I take your bags up to our room?" He asked his rightfully concerned wife.
"What? Oh, bags. Sure, thanks, honey." She tells him, as he picks up her bags and she follows him up the stairs to their guest-room.
~*~*~*~*~
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Vaughn asked his newly-wed wife, Lauren Reed, as they were on their way home.
"Spaghetti? I'll help you cook." She tells him, smiling even though her nose was in a folder that she had taken with her home, to read.
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm not a good cook?" He asks her, she looks up from the papers in the folder and smiles at him.
"Well, yeah. No offence, darling, but you are a horrible cook." (Don't really know that. Let's pretend. ~ C) Lauren told her husband, before returning to her papers.
"By the way, where are all the files on the murders, that have been commited with that one specific hunting-knife? try and find an especially wicked looking hunting-knife the net tomorrow in school or maybe just the one faith used. ~ C Where the people have been repeatatly cut, stabbed and slashed. I need those files for my investigation." Lauren told his husband, as he was parking the car.
"I had them but I loaned them to Jack Bristow." Vaughn told her, as they got out of the car and onto the sidewalk in front of their home.
"Mike, why does Jack Bristow have those files?" Lindsey asked her husband.
"He's helping me with something." He tells her, as he opens the front door.
"Helping you with what, exactly?" She asks him, as she steps into the hallway and puts her briefcase on the floor next to the table where they always put their keyes and mail.
"I can't tell you that, Lauren. At least not right now. Can we just drop it for now?" He asked, as he losend up his tie, unbuttoned his suit-jacket and Lauren took of her high-heeled shoes and jacket.
"Alright, for now. So, what do you say? Spaghetti?" She asked, smiling at him as they headed for the kitchen.
"Okay, spaghetti it is." He tells her, as he grabs her and kisses her. Then lets her go.
*This should be me and Syd.* Vaughn thought, as he followed his wife into the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~
There's a knock on Jack's door, as he's unpacking his things into the closet in his guest room in Mikhail's house. He had arrived with Syd but had gone right away to find someone who could tell him where he could stay for the night. Besides, he really wasn't that comfortable with watching his only daughter with Mr. Sark. Still after 20 years he still called him Mr. Sark.
"Come in, it's open." Jack told, whoever was knocking. His grand-daughter opened the door.
"Hi, grandpa. I believe you have some files on murders that have been commited with this one specific hunting-knife. Why do you have them? Why are you even here?" She asked, as she sat down on his bed and looked at him like she had just asked him what book he was reading at the moment.
"How did you know about those files?" He asked, he hadn't talked to any one about them and his briefcase, in which they were, hadn't left his sight since he got there. So, she couldn't have checked there.
"Someone told me over the phone, a few short minutes ago. What do you want with them?" She asked him, as she got up from the bed.
"Well, I wanted to ask if any of them were by any chance commited by you?" He asks, as he opens the briefcase and takes out some folders.
She takes them and looks through them for a minute.
"Well, I did more than half of these last year. Don't you have anything newer?" She asked him, as she handed him back the folders and he put them back in the briefcase.
"Newer? How many more have yo killed?" He asked, shocked. She had asked him like nothing was more normal.
"About 12, well, 13 with the guard from this morning. That all you came here for or did you just wanna reason to see Irina again?" Lindsey asked, smirking and amusement in her eyes.
"That's actually about it." He tells her. She walks to the door and opens it.
"Well, I'll be off then. See you later." She tells him, as she walks out the doors.
~*~*~*~*~
"I could see the sadness in her eyes this morning after she killed that guy but as soon as Mikhail entered the bathroom it disappeard and she was playfull and had these vibes coming off her that said 'I don't give a fuck that I just toutured and killed a guy'." Sark tells Syd, later that night as they were in bed and Syd was making circles with her finger on his chest.
It was quite distracting, but he couldn't get Lindsey's split personality off his mind. (Find the lyrics for pink's 'split personality' on the net and maybe use at the end of this fic or later in the fic. ~ C)
"She has that from you, you know." Syd said, as she looked up and saw that what she said hurt her husband. But it was true, well, true over 20 years ago.
"Yeah, and she has her coinceince from you." He tells Syd, but when he looks down, he sees a asleep Syd using his chest as a pillow.
~*~*~*~*~
TBC...
*Well, what do ya think. I stayed up late to finish this and I'm supposed to go to class tomorrow at 8:10 AM and I have to wake up almost before 7:00 AM so I can dress and stuff because I have to catch a bus at 7:36 or 7:56 AM. And I'm not a morning person. I'm a night-owl. Well, hope ya like. Might be the last chappy for some time. If I don't write more untill late HAPPY CHRISTMAS, HOLIDAYS AND NEW YEAR!!!! ~ CRIMSON SNOW (DRU), ICELAND 27.11.2003*
by: Crimson Snow
Disclaimer in ch.1
Chapter. 6
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. This fic happens in 2023. This is still un-beta-ed. This might be the last chapter for a long time. I'm so sorry but I still haven't got the net at home. As soon as I can get online, I'll do that and hopefully update. And there might be a little S/V on vaughn's part, okay. But it's only to show that Vaughn is still in 'LOVE' with her. Syd's with Sark and she's happy. ~ Crimson Snow, 26-27.11.2003 (6-5 days till ses.2 DVD's are out.)
Last Time:
*She stands up, hands Mik the gun again and tells him she's gonna go wash her knife. She goes to the bathroom that's in the basement. Sark joins her in the bathroom, where she's put her knife in the sink and lets the water run over the knife while she also cleans her hands off the blood. Maybe trying a little too hard.
"Didn't you really know that guy? Do you really think he betrayed you?" He asks his daughter, when she looks up, he sees her reflection in the mirror and sees sadness in her eyes. He's about to say something else, when Mikhail comes into the bathroom as well and Sark sees every speck of sadness disappear and insted there's only playfullness in her eyes and she turns around after drying her hands on her slightly bloodied denim jeans.*
~*~*~*~*~
"Hi. How was your trip?" Sark asked Syd, before he kissed her.
"Yeah. It was an okay trip. But still long. And I missed you." She tells him, as they kiss again but are interupted by Lindsey.
"Okay. I know you love each other and everything but I really didn't need to see that. You're my parents. Creepy images in my head. And there's not a lot of things I find creepy." Their 20 year old daughter tells them, as she walks up the stairs, smirking. She loved teasing her parents.
"What are you going to do with her?" Syd asked, suddenly wrried now. Understandingly, she had a right to be worried. Her daughter was in the world Syd and Sark had escaped 20 years ago.
"I don't think it's going to help talking to her. Maybe something more drastic? I just don't know what yet. Well, should I take your bags up to our room?" He asked his rightfully concerned wife.
"What? Oh, bags. Sure, thanks, honey." She tells him, as he picks up her bags and she follows him up the stairs to their guest-room.
~*~*~*~*~
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Vaughn asked his newly-wed wife, Lauren Reed, as they were on their way home.
"Spaghetti? I'll help you cook." She tells him, smiling even though her nose was in a folder that she had taken with her home, to read.
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm not a good cook?" He asks her, she looks up from the papers in the folder and smiles at him.
"Well, yeah. No offence, darling, but you are a horrible cook." (Don't really know that. Let's pretend. ~ C) Lauren told her husband, before returning to her papers.
"By the way, where are all the files on the murders, that have been commited with that one specific hunting-knife? try and find an especially wicked looking hunting-knife the net tomorrow in school or maybe just the one faith used. ~ C Where the people have been repeatatly cut, stabbed and slashed. I need those files for my investigation." Lauren told his husband, as he was parking the car.
"I had them but I loaned them to Jack Bristow." Vaughn told her, as they got out of the car and onto the sidewalk in front of their home.
"Mike, why does Jack Bristow have those files?" Lindsey asked her husband.
"He's helping me with something." He tells her, as he opens the front door.
"Helping you with what, exactly?" She asks him, as she steps into the hallway and puts her briefcase on the floor next to the table where they always put their keyes and mail.
"I can't tell you that, Lauren. At least not right now. Can we just drop it for now?" He asked, as he losend up his tie, unbuttoned his suit-jacket and Lauren took of her high-heeled shoes and jacket.
"Alright, for now. So, what do you say? Spaghetti?" She asked, smiling at him as they headed for the kitchen.
"Okay, spaghetti it is." He tells her, as he grabs her and kisses her. Then lets her go.
*This should be me and Syd.* Vaughn thought, as he followed his wife into the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~
There's a knock on Jack's door, as he's unpacking his things into the closet in his guest room in Mikhail's house. He had arrived with Syd but had gone right away to find someone who could tell him where he could stay for the night. Besides, he really wasn't that comfortable with watching his only daughter with Mr. Sark. Still after 20 years he still called him Mr. Sark.
"Come in, it's open." Jack told, whoever was knocking. His grand-daughter opened the door.
"Hi, grandpa. I believe you have some files on murders that have been commited with this one specific hunting-knife. Why do you have them? Why are you even here?" She asked, as she sat down on his bed and looked at him like she had just asked him what book he was reading at the moment.
"How did you know about those files?" He asked, he hadn't talked to any one about them and his briefcase, in which they were, hadn't left his sight since he got there. So, she couldn't have checked there.
"Someone told me over the phone, a few short minutes ago. What do you want with them?" She asked him, as she got up from the bed.
"Well, I wanted to ask if any of them were by any chance commited by you?" He asks, as he opens the briefcase and takes out some folders.
She takes them and looks through them for a minute.
"Well, I did more than half of these last year. Don't you have anything newer?" She asked him, as she handed him back the folders and he put them back in the briefcase.
"Newer? How many more have yo killed?" He asked, shocked. She had asked him like nothing was more normal.
"About 12, well, 13 with the guard from this morning. That all you came here for or did you just wanna reason to see Irina again?" Lindsey asked, smirking and amusement in her eyes.
"That's actually about it." He tells her. She walks to the door and opens it.
"Well, I'll be off then. See you later." She tells him, as she walks out the doors.
~*~*~*~*~
"I could see the sadness in her eyes this morning after she killed that guy but as soon as Mikhail entered the bathroom it disappeard and she was playfull and had these vibes coming off her that said 'I don't give a fuck that I just toutured and killed a guy'." Sark tells Syd, later that night as they were in bed and Syd was making circles with her finger on his chest.
It was quite distracting, but he couldn't get Lindsey's split personality off his mind. (Find the lyrics for pink's 'split personality' on the net and maybe use at the end of this fic or later in the fic. ~ C)
"She has that from you, you know." Syd said, as she looked up and saw that what she said hurt her husband. But it was true, well, true over 20 years ago.
"Yeah, and she has her coinceince from you." He tells Syd, but when he looks down, he sees a asleep Syd using his chest as a pillow.
~*~*~*~*~
TBC...
*Well, what do ya think. I stayed up late to finish this and I'm supposed to go to class tomorrow at 8:10 AM and I have to wake up almost before 7:00 AM so I can dress and stuff because I have to catch a bus at 7:36 or 7:56 AM. And I'm not a morning person. I'm a night-owl. Well, hope ya like. Might be the last chappy for some time. If I don't write more untill late HAPPY CHRISTMAS, HOLIDAYS AND NEW YEAR!!!! ~ CRIMSON SNOW (DRU), ICELAND 27.11.2003*
