Involved, sequel to Black Dragons
by: Crimson Snow
Disclaimer in ch.1
CHAPTER.3:
2015
When 12 year old Viola came home from school, the first person she saw in the living room wasn't her nanny, like usually.
When she had first started school, her nanny would get her to school. Now only her driver did that. His name was John, she liked him.
There was some stiff, old man in her family's living room.
"Who are you?" She asked, in russian.
He looked up, saw the brown haired girl holding a moss green back pack.
"I'm Mr. Jack Bristow. Who are you?" He asked her back, in russian.
"I'm Viola Lucas. What are you doing here?" She asked, still standing at the same spot and with a guarded look in her green-blue eyes.
"If your mother is Sydney 'Lucas', then I'm your grandfather. I am your mothers father." He told her, as he saw her put down her back-pack and retreat from the room.
A few minutes later, a woman with red hair and brown eyes came back with her.
"May, what is this man doing here? He says he's my grandfather. Is that true?" She asked May, in russian while looking at Jack.
"Yes, he is. Your parents arrived home while you were at school." She told young Viola, in English.
"Excuse me, but why does she only speak russian?" Jack asked, it would surprise him that Syd would allow her only daughter to speak only russian.
"Well, that might be her grandmothers fault. She was here for a month. Just left yesterday. She only talked russian to Viola." May told Jack, as Syd and Julian walked in.
"My mother what? Why didn't you stop her? It'll take days to make Viola start talking English again." Syd said, not noticing Viola standing behind May.
"She's my employer. I don't tell her to do anything." May told Syd, who just noticed her daughter who stepped out from behind May.
"Hi, mom and dad. How was your trip? I will talk like this until I get bored of it." She told them, in russian and a little annoyed.
"Viola, honey. I didn't know you were home. I would've picked you up, but we just arrived home." Syd told Viola, as she hugged her daughter who hugged her back.
Her eyes sparkled for a moment. Happy her parents were home, then remembered that they'd probably be off again within a few days. She stopped, and just sat down. Looking bored and annoyed.
"What's wrong. Luv?" her dad asked, seeing the sudden change in his daughter.
"Nothing, dad. I'm real happy you two are home. I was just thinking how long you were going to stay before you have another trip." She told them, pouting.
She didn't like her parent's traveling so much. They hadn't been so busy until recently.
Jack was worried, they seemed to work too much. Just like him, when Sydney was a kid.
"Viola, you know we would like to have more time with you. And in a few years we will, but right now we don't. Don't be sad, what do you want to do tonight?" Julian asked Viola, who was watching Jack. He always looked so weirdly at her dad.
"Why don't you like my dad?" Viola asked him, more like blurted it out.
"Well, it's complicated and you really don't need to know." Jack told her, but could see in her eyes that was not a satisfying answer.
She said something under her breath, in German. Her mother heard that.
"Viola derevko-Lazarey! Do not speak to your grandfather, my father, like that. Go to your room." Syd tells her.
"Gladly, Sydney!" Viola only called her mom by name, if she was seriously pissed of with her.
Then she stomped up to her room, which May followed after her.
~*~
2023
"Dad, you know I don't think mom ran off. You're right, she wouldn't do that." Viola told him later night.
He was sitting outside, in the backyard. There were swings in the garden, that the former owners had put there.
~*~
2006
FRANCE: LOIRE VALLEY;
Sydney was sitting in a swing, in their back garden and listening to Norah Jones's song 'Sunrise'
//Sunrise
Sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
But the clock held 9:15 for hours\\
She was slightly swinging herself, letting her lose hair flow through the air. On a nearby table was a half-full glass of red-wine. (Don't like red. Like white.)
//Sunrise
sunrise
couldn't tempt us if it tried
cuz the afternoon's already come and gone\\
She closed her eyes, and felt that feeling like she was flying or something, then she jumped from the swinging swing.
"This is what you do when you're bored, now?" Julian asked her, as he walked up from behind her.
She looked at him, and smiled as she picked up her wine glass.
//And I said
too, oooo, oooo
to you\\
She mouthed to him, as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Still smiling.
"Yes, I admit it. I like to jump from swings. So, what do you wanna do until we have to work again?" She asked him, slightly serious again.
//Surprise
Surprise
couldn't find it in your eyes
but I'm sure it's written all over my face\\
"well, we could stay here. Since you and Viola seem to love the swings, or maybe go somewhere." He told her, as Syd put away her now empty glass and sat down again in the swing.
"We could. Where should we go, though?" Syd asked him, as he pushed her lightly on the swing.
"Well, my twin and her husband are in Italy. We could check up on her, see how she's doing with your CIA-ex." Julian told her, as she just looked at him like he was insane.
//Surprise
surprise
Never something I could hide
when I see we made it through another day\\
"Yeah, right. I want to go visit a person who hates me and my ex. Besides, wouldn't that be weird. They think she's American. The daughter of a senator. Who had been at boarding school in England. How would you, or me, know her?" Syd told him, pointing at the flaws in his plan.
"She's half-American. Our mother was American. And we might just bump into the, then you notice agent wrinkles and all. See, already thought out." He told her, leaving behind the rarely talked about subject of his & Julia's mother.
"Julian please, tell me more about your mother. All I know is she was a doctor and she died in a car-crash." Syd told him, sadly. His mom had died for real when he and his twin, Julia, were only 10.
"Well, she had raven black hair but I don't think that was her natural hair color. Blue eyes. She was a bit tall. She met Irina, at a hospital in America, where she worked. It came as a surprise to Irina that my mother was married to a russian diplomat. They became friends. When our mother died, not that our father had ever really been around much, just became more distant. So, we moved in with Irina when she moved to Russia again. Our father had been moved back there too, at his request. So, we lived there until 12. Then we got sent to two different boarding schools, but both in England." He told her, not really holding anything back. Why should he?
"I came to live with mom when I was 13 and then went to train when I turned 14, also in England. I think she has a thing for the U.K. You're twins?" Syd asked, like she had just figured out what he had said.
"Well, yeah. Both have the same birthday, blonde hair, blue eyes. Almost identical twins. If you know we're related. Not a lot of people know." He tells her, like she should already know that.
//Then I say
oooo, oooo, oooo
to you\\
"well, don't you just want to stay here then? The town here is very laidback and the tourist season hasn't started yet. Just stay here with Viola and May." He told her, and the idea was very appealing.
"Yeah, let's jus do that. Some quality time." She told him, as they walked into the house.
//And now the night
will throw it's cover down on me again
and if I'm right
it's the only way to bring back
oooo, oooo, oooo
to you\\
~*~
2023
Sydney couldn't believe she got caught doing such a basic thing. Buying food. That what she had been doing, right before she had been knocked out. What would her husband say. He wouldn't say anything, he'd only smirk.
---0---
TBC....
A/N: Written while watching TV. First 'As Good As It Gets' with commentary. Then just TV. I hope this chap. was okay. Took some time to decide the beginning, started two times and erased that. Please leave a reply. ~ Crimson Snow, 06.05.2004
by: Crimson Snow
Disclaimer in ch.1
CHAPTER.3:
2015
When 12 year old Viola came home from school, the first person she saw in the living room wasn't her nanny, like usually.
When she had first started school, her nanny would get her to school. Now only her driver did that. His name was John, she liked him.
There was some stiff, old man in her family's living room.
"Who are you?" She asked, in russian.
He looked up, saw the brown haired girl holding a moss green back pack.
"I'm Mr. Jack Bristow. Who are you?" He asked her back, in russian.
"I'm Viola Lucas. What are you doing here?" She asked, still standing at the same spot and with a guarded look in her green-blue eyes.
"If your mother is Sydney 'Lucas', then I'm your grandfather. I am your mothers father." He told her, as he saw her put down her back-pack and retreat from the room.
A few minutes later, a woman with red hair and brown eyes came back with her.
"May, what is this man doing here? He says he's my grandfather. Is that true?" She asked May, in russian while looking at Jack.
"Yes, he is. Your parents arrived home while you were at school." She told young Viola, in English.
"Excuse me, but why does she only speak russian?" Jack asked, it would surprise him that Syd would allow her only daughter to speak only russian.
"Well, that might be her grandmothers fault. She was here for a month. Just left yesterday. She only talked russian to Viola." May told Jack, as Syd and Julian walked in.
"My mother what? Why didn't you stop her? It'll take days to make Viola start talking English again." Syd said, not noticing Viola standing behind May.
"She's my employer. I don't tell her to do anything." May told Syd, who just noticed her daughter who stepped out from behind May.
"Hi, mom and dad. How was your trip? I will talk like this until I get bored of it." She told them, in russian and a little annoyed.
"Viola, honey. I didn't know you were home. I would've picked you up, but we just arrived home." Syd told Viola, as she hugged her daughter who hugged her back.
Her eyes sparkled for a moment. Happy her parents were home, then remembered that they'd probably be off again within a few days. She stopped, and just sat down. Looking bored and annoyed.
"What's wrong. Luv?" her dad asked, seeing the sudden change in his daughter.
"Nothing, dad. I'm real happy you two are home. I was just thinking how long you were going to stay before you have another trip." She told them, pouting.
She didn't like her parent's traveling so much. They hadn't been so busy until recently.
Jack was worried, they seemed to work too much. Just like him, when Sydney was a kid.
"Viola, you know we would like to have more time with you. And in a few years we will, but right now we don't. Don't be sad, what do you want to do tonight?" Julian asked Viola, who was watching Jack. He always looked so weirdly at her dad.
"Why don't you like my dad?" Viola asked him, more like blurted it out.
"Well, it's complicated and you really don't need to know." Jack told her, but could see in her eyes that was not a satisfying answer.
She said something under her breath, in German. Her mother heard that.
"Viola derevko-Lazarey! Do not speak to your grandfather, my father, like that. Go to your room." Syd tells her.
"Gladly, Sydney!" Viola only called her mom by name, if she was seriously pissed of with her.
Then she stomped up to her room, which May followed after her.
~*~
2023
"Dad, you know I don't think mom ran off. You're right, she wouldn't do that." Viola told him later night.
He was sitting outside, in the backyard. There were swings in the garden, that the former owners had put there.
~*~
2006
FRANCE: LOIRE VALLEY;
Sydney was sitting in a swing, in their back garden and listening to Norah Jones's song 'Sunrise'
//Sunrise
Sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
But the clock held 9:15 for hours\\
She was slightly swinging herself, letting her lose hair flow through the air. On a nearby table was a half-full glass of red-wine. (Don't like red. Like white.)
//Sunrise
sunrise
couldn't tempt us if it tried
cuz the afternoon's already come and gone\\
She closed her eyes, and felt that feeling like she was flying or something, then she jumped from the swinging swing.
"This is what you do when you're bored, now?" Julian asked her, as he walked up from behind her.
She looked at him, and smiled as she picked up her wine glass.
//And I said
too, oooo, oooo
to you\\
She mouthed to him, as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Still smiling.
"Yes, I admit it. I like to jump from swings. So, what do you wanna do until we have to work again?" She asked him, slightly serious again.
//Surprise
Surprise
couldn't find it in your eyes
but I'm sure it's written all over my face\\
"well, we could stay here. Since you and Viola seem to love the swings, or maybe go somewhere." He told her, as Syd put away her now empty glass and sat down again in the swing.
"We could. Where should we go, though?" Syd asked him, as he pushed her lightly on the swing.
"Well, my twin and her husband are in Italy. We could check up on her, see how she's doing with your CIA-ex." Julian told her, as she just looked at him like he was insane.
//Surprise
surprise
Never something I could hide
when I see we made it through another day\\
"Yeah, right. I want to go visit a person who hates me and my ex. Besides, wouldn't that be weird. They think she's American. The daughter of a senator. Who had been at boarding school in England. How would you, or me, know her?" Syd told him, pointing at the flaws in his plan.
"She's half-American. Our mother was American. And we might just bump into the, then you notice agent wrinkles and all. See, already thought out." He told her, leaving behind the rarely talked about subject of his & Julia's mother.
"Julian please, tell me more about your mother. All I know is she was a doctor and she died in a car-crash." Syd told him, sadly. His mom had died for real when he and his twin, Julia, were only 10.
"Well, she had raven black hair but I don't think that was her natural hair color. Blue eyes. She was a bit tall. She met Irina, at a hospital in America, where she worked. It came as a surprise to Irina that my mother was married to a russian diplomat. They became friends. When our mother died, not that our father had ever really been around much, just became more distant. So, we moved in with Irina when she moved to Russia again. Our father had been moved back there too, at his request. So, we lived there until 12. Then we got sent to two different boarding schools, but both in England." He told her, not really holding anything back. Why should he?
"I came to live with mom when I was 13 and then went to train when I turned 14, also in England. I think she has a thing for the U.K. You're twins?" Syd asked, like she had just figured out what he had said.
"Well, yeah. Both have the same birthday, blonde hair, blue eyes. Almost identical twins. If you know we're related. Not a lot of people know." He tells her, like she should already know that.
//Then I say
oooo, oooo, oooo
to you\\
"well, don't you just want to stay here then? The town here is very laidback and the tourist season hasn't started yet. Just stay here with Viola and May." He told her, and the idea was very appealing.
"Yeah, let's jus do that. Some quality time." She told him, as they walked into the house.
//And now the night
will throw it's cover down on me again
and if I'm right
it's the only way to bring back
oooo, oooo, oooo
to you\\
~*~
2023
Sydney couldn't believe she got caught doing such a basic thing. Buying food. That what she had been doing, right before she had been knocked out. What would her husband say. He wouldn't say anything, he'd only smirk.
---0---
TBC....
A/N: Written while watching TV. First 'As Good As It Gets' with commentary. Then just TV. I hope this chap. was okay. Took some time to decide the beginning, started two times and erased that. Please leave a reply. ~ Crimson Snow, 06.05.2004