Title: True Lies
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Please Read and Review
Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat
A/N: Um, no Wish List, cause I'm very tired and I have already got this hand written and it's my story that I'm working harder at, so, bad luck anyone who loves the other but hates this one. Okay, well, my parents and sisters are trying to read this and I'm a little scared of that, so perhaps I shall have to stop. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter, I have returned with many chapters hand written, but nothing typed or proofed. I also now have red, blond and orange streaks in my hair and it is going to be straight for a few days. Why I am telling you this, I don't know.
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were.
Chapter Seven
Carefully he let his hands slip from around her back to her waist and steeped backwards, pulling her upright before quickly letting go and turning away. Irina watched him with amazed curiosity forcing her to over analyze what she'd seen in his eyes; a deep, unacknowledged want for something.
Jack stared at the wall, eyes wide and his breathing short and quick. Had he just seen what he'd thought he'd seen in Irina's mind or was it just his own unwanted thoughts being mirrored?
Sydney coughed, gently bringing all three heads back around to her. She had no doubt of what she'd just seen but it wasn't something she wanted to bring up now. "We should get moving. It says in my bio that I'm the driver of a green sedan and that it will be our mode of travel to the LA airport."
Jack nodded, regaining his composure hurriedly, "Right, the façade begins now." The four walked up the stairs, each bringing a suitcase behind them. As could be predicted, directly out the front, parked in the bus area, the foursome found an expensive looking sedan waiting for them.
Sydney peered into the car, "Key's are in the ignition and since it says it is my car. I drive," she was hasty in deciding, recalling the many arguments that had occurred on the last mission with her parents. She smiled at Vaughn before opening the car boot, carefully placing the case inside she wandered around to the driver's side and, finding the door unlocked, climbed in. Inside she found the car had all the extras one could hope for and a few she didn't think were entirely legal. Hastily she turned the heater on, personally she had no idea how her mother could stand the cold of early December in her own thin, skin-tight shirt.
Outside the remaining three looked at each other a moment before Vaughn opened the front passenger side door and climbed in, grinning at Sydney prior to turning to watch Jack and Irina clamber in, Jack obviously not impressed at Vaughn's eagerness to sit next to his daughter or the fact he had to sit next to what was fast becoming his biggest weakness. Vaughn quickly decided that Jack's agreement with Irina on his courting of Sydney was a one off and very likely a consequence of alcohol or some other drug.
The half hour drive comprised of no discussion, no music and a lot of reading, each person required to have learnt their own history, likes, dislikes and personality by their arrival in Australia. Sydney, Vaughn noticed, seemed more than capable of reading while driving, even managing to do so around a traffic jam and a packed round-a-bout.
Sydney pulled into the airport car park and turned in her seat to find Jack still studying his papers and Irina looking wistfully out of the window. Clapping her hands together, she turned to face Vaughn. "Well, let's not sit around honey; we have a plane to catch." She grinned.
Vaughn looked at her in horror as the statement hit his ears, the voice was Sydney's but the manner was not. Jack couldn't help but look up, unimpressed at his daughter's comment. None the less he climbed out of the car and began to unload the bags. Smiling as he realized what Sydney was doing, Vaughn took on the roll of son-in-law and walked purposely over to the other side of the car. Educated at Harvard, Craig would have the etiquette to help both his wife and mother-in-law out of the car.
Grinning from ear to ear, he offered a hand to Irina who gracefully accepted with a wink that didn't go unnoticed by anyone present. Patiently, Sydney waited, her door open, for Vaughn to offer her a hand. When he did she took it, smiling sweetly, and pulled herself up and out, passing by Vaughn closer than what Jack thought necessary. Noting this Sydney commented, "What? We've only been married for two months."
Jack just looked unhappy; about to say something, he was startled into silence as a trolley rattle noisily into view. "Will they all fit on here, dear?" Irina asked, accent carefully replaced with something resembling French.
Jacks' fists clenched as he nodded and began to haul the bags onto the trolley. The family of four began to make their way towards the terminal, a short walk due to Sydney's grand knowledge of the airport's setup. Jack and Irina in the front, false smiles in place and standing close enough to appear normal but not close enough to cause unwanted reactions.
Behind them Vaughn blatantly grabbed his supposed wife's hand in a warm grasp. Catching her eye he smiled and was pleased to see she smiled back. Sadly, when he looked up he found Jack glaring at him, his earlier warmness gone, and Vaughn quickly dropped the hand he had been holding onto so tightly. Irina letting loose a sigh filled with exasperation, just loud enough for all to hear, causing Sydney to sum up the courage to look questioningly at Vaughn before grabbing his hand back up and continuing on, her father's stares eliciting nothing more than a menacing look from her own eyes and a firmer grasp on her handler's thin but strong hands.
Approaching the check in everyone looked to ensure their features were perfect, perking up their smiles and Sydney linking arms with Vaughn completely, his grin more real than fake as she felt him move involuntarily towards her.
"Good evening, passports and boarding passes please." The blond, daft looking, woman looked over the family, her eyes lingering on Vaughn longer than Sydney thought necessary resulting in a cold stare. Smiling, Irina took over, taking the papers form each individual and passing them to the woman, chin high and teeth showing in a friendly grin.
Jack saw a similarity now between the black haired Irina now and the blond Irina in India, and suddenly he felt a tweak in the pit of his stomach. He stepped back as he recalled what had happened then and began to watch Irina carefully, ready to do whatever necessary to escape another kiss.
"Off to Australia?" the attendant asked, a question that was, in all the people present's mind's, very dumb considering she was holding boarding passes that stated so.
"Yes, some time with the family. Never get to spend time alone with my darlings," Irina drawled her voice smooth and still slightly French, an arm winding its way around Vaughn's waist much, for some reason, to Sydney's delight. "What with work, I never see them."
The woman smiled, almost as though she didn't understand. Underneath Irina was laughing at the reactions everyone was silently giving her, Jack backing away as he obviously recalled the incident that had begun much the same in India, Vaughn obviously uncomfortable but trying desperately to hold himself together and Sydney acting almost proud of her mother's performance. Irina bit her lip, deciding to indulge a little before the trip really began. Fingering the necklace she had chosen, a gold chain with two blue semi precious stones, this one not laden with explosives, she flashed it at the attendant, as though she thought it deserved praise. She couldn't help but grin at Jack's look as the woman commented, "That's a lovely necklace, where did you get it from?"
Jack just glared at her, there were three possibilities here, one she was setting up another kiss, god knows why, two, this was an amazing coincidence, or three, she was playing with him. "Oh, my husband gave it to me for our anniversary. He's looks so tough on the outside," she motioned towards Jack, "But underneath he's just a big cuddly teddy bear." Sydney turned away and began to cough as she tried to cover up bubbles of laughter. Jack just glared at Irina, deciding to back up another few paces. The attendant smiled, sick of the conversation and moved on.
"Okay, put your luggage up here," Irina picked each up, Vaughn helping her as she feigned weakness with two of them, and the attendant weighed each, nodding and asked to look at the hand luggage they planned on taking. To this each held up a small backpack that they had chosen, to which the blond nodded before handing back the tickets and passports. "Check in is to the right, duty free shopping is on the way. You'll be able to board in an hour; customs should take about forty minutes." She smiled, expecting them to leave.
Grinning still from the fun she was poking at Jack, Irina turned and walked away, the remaining three following, Jack muttering under his breath. Vaughn just leaned in close to Sydney's ear to whisper, "She's is very, very, very good at this."
Sydney just laughed loudly, enjoying the feel of Vaughn's warm breath against her ear and whispered back, "Wait until dad gives her a gun."
Vaughn looked at her, "She isn't supposed to be given a gun, we were told by her father that she didn't get a gun in India until Cuvee gave her one."
Sydney smiled, "If mom hadn't gotten a gun, I'd most probably be dead." Vaughn raised an eyebrow, "It's true, the two of them," she motioned ahead to where the pair walked, a growing distance between them, "They could take down an army together." She nodded, "He'll give her a gun when she needs one." Vaughn smiled again, grabbing her hand and meeting her eyes, a look of happiness connecting the two instantly.
Up ahead, Irina exclaimed suddenly with delight. "Oh Chris," she moved towards a nearby shop, "That's the perfume you bought me on our honeymoon!"
Jack stared at her, aghast at what she was doing to him already. Irina looked back at him, obviously intent on him joining her with money in hand. Sydney had characteristically grasped Vaughn's hand tighter and was now leading him over, both complete with happy smiles. Half-heartedly, Jack began to make his way over to where his supposed wife was waiting, gleefully pointing out one of the many over rated perfumes. Looking around, Jack saw one of the shop assistants watching the rich-looking family closely.
He sighed and whispered harshly to her, his smile remaining but his voice with a warning edge, "Stop stuffing around, you're drawing attention."
She laughed loudly before whispering something that would have appeared seductive to passers by, "I'm a rich American: I want to be noticed."
Jack moved back and grinned, keeping the façade alive. "What is it you want?"
Her voice rose as and she picked a bottle up, looking it over with growing fascination, her eyebrows raised as she read the label. She looked up at Jack who continued to look around nonchalantly. "It is Chris, this is the exact same one that you bought me while we were in France."
Jack glanced down, noticing the high price but little else. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh please darling, it's the first time I've seen it in years and we both loved the smell." Jack shook his head, an extra edge in Irina's voice causing him to acknowledge the fact that she was up to something. Chuckling, he gave her a hundred dollar note.
He watched as the shop assistant scampered to the counter and smiled as Irina approached, Jack in tow. "Good evening, how may I help you?"
Irina smiled, head high as though she had just gotten further ahead in some personal battle and Jack almost felt impressed at her acting skills, catching the thought early enough to stop himself from completely acknowledging it. "Just this."
"Ahhhh, yes, a very good choice," She swiped the large box over the counter, the price of $69.95 registering and Jack watching as Irina handed over the money he had given her. He smiled sweetly at Irina, the woman obviously impressed at his dedication to his wife. "There you are, have a good trip."
Sydney nudged Vaughn harder than he thought was needed for whatever reason. She nodded towards her parents as they stood in the corner of the shop, Irina puling the box out. "Something's happened with them."
"How can you tell? They're both acting!" Vaughn whispered back, silently vowing to whisper as often as possible as it meant getting awfully close to her face. He pretended to look over a bottle of 'Eau Da Dali' as he watched Irina and Jack like a hawk.
"I don't know, but something has happened since last I saw either of them," Vaughn immediately felt uneasy, aware that it was possible that Sydney was speaking of the discussion the three of them had had earlier that day or perhaps she was simply speaking of something else, something that even he was slightly aware of. He could only shrug as Sydney continued to survey them.
Irina stood in the corner of the shop and looked at Jack with a strange look of regret about her. He looked up and questioned her with his eyes, a definite upside to this new dimension or awareness. She shook her head before asking, "You don't remember?"
His eyes flickered, but he had no clue as to what she was talking about, "No, I don't. What?"
"4711?"
He looked at her, still with very little idea regarding what she was talking about. "I get the forty seven, that's Rambaldi, what's the one one?"
"No," she paused, analyzing him, cautious about the subject as she recalled the look she'd been given when she'd spoken of their marriage. "4711 by Meulhens." She shook her head and took the box out of the bag; Jack just looks at it, his eyes slowly, focusing on the name.
"This is one of the many coincidences of our marriage that rattled me years after when I finally realized," Jack looked at her, completely lost and showing it, she smiled sadly. Irina took the perfume from the box, gingerly handling the lovely blue bottle, she looked at him, letting him see in but trying to ignore everything she was seeing in his own brown eyes. "Please, on the back of my neck."
Jack took the bottle from her; wary; even though he was sure she was just as frightened as she appeared. He waited for her to grab the mass of long black hair and hold it to the side, she had always worn her perfume on the back of her neck, he'd never known why, he still didn't. He gently pressed down, a sense of deja vu about him, and watched as a mist sprayed onto the back of her wonderfully curved neck, the small hairs standing up in the cold liquid.
"Smell," she quietly demanded. He leaned in and the fragrance hit him; lemons, oranges, fresh red roses, morning dew and sandalwood oil. He gulped as he realized what she had been talking about, the number 4711 dawning in his mind with new meaning.
"Our honeymoon," she nodded silently as he remembered; the feeling of something horrible gone as she realized the number had meant less than the smell and that he had not forgotten as it had seemed.
"That's right, you bought this for me." He breathed heavily, involuntarily trying to get closer, the smell bringing forth memories long dead and buried. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, it's just I saw it there and when you didn't even recognize...I thought you truly had forgotten." Jack shook his head, almost forgiving her for the mistake she thought she had made. She simply nodded before turning, the sad smile still in place behind the grin of a confident rich woman that she now wore.
Sydney raised an eyebrow, confused at her father's uncharacteristic behaviour, but didn't bother to say anything as she led Vaughn over to where the pair stood, staring at each other, eyes looking deeper than Sydney had thought possible, especially for a pair so well guarded. As she got nearer, she saw jack gulp and slowly move closer, his lips inching, agonizingly slowly towards her mother's neck.
4711 actually is a perfume, though not that expensive, I was looking for an expensive perfume in Australia's big fashion chain and I found it and I was just completely freaked out and then this woman came and wanted to know what I was interested in and, me being stupid, told her I needed a perfume name for my story and she wanted to know what it was about, and she ended up being someone who loves alias and she said that the perfume had totally freaked her out too. Anyways, it is real and isn't that weird. Plus, she let me have a smell and that's what it smells like.
Read and Review please because it's the only thing to make me write!
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Please Read and Review
Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat
A/N: Um, no Wish List, cause I'm very tired and I have already got this hand written and it's my story that I'm working harder at, so, bad luck anyone who loves the other but hates this one. Okay, well, my parents and sisters are trying to read this and I'm a little scared of that, so perhaps I shall have to stop. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter, I have returned with many chapters hand written, but nothing typed or proofed. I also now have red, blond and orange streaks in my hair and it is going to be straight for a few days. Why I am telling you this, I don't know.
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were.
Chapter Seven
Carefully he let his hands slip from around her back to her waist and steeped backwards, pulling her upright before quickly letting go and turning away. Irina watched him with amazed curiosity forcing her to over analyze what she'd seen in his eyes; a deep, unacknowledged want for something.
Jack stared at the wall, eyes wide and his breathing short and quick. Had he just seen what he'd thought he'd seen in Irina's mind or was it just his own unwanted thoughts being mirrored?
Sydney coughed, gently bringing all three heads back around to her. She had no doubt of what she'd just seen but it wasn't something she wanted to bring up now. "We should get moving. It says in my bio that I'm the driver of a green sedan and that it will be our mode of travel to the LA airport."
Jack nodded, regaining his composure hurriedly, "Right, the façade begins now." The four walked up the stairs, each bringing a suitcase behind them. As could be predicted, directly out the front, parked in the bus area, the foursome found an expensive looking sedan waiting for them.
Sydney peered into the car, "Key's are in the ignition and since it says it is my car. I drive," she was hasty in deciding, recalling the many arguments that had occurred on the last mission with her parents. She smiled at Vaughn before opening the car boot, carefully placing the case inside she wandered around to the driver's side and, finding the door unlocked, climbed in. Inside she found the car had all the extras one could hope for and a few she didn't think were entirely legal. Hastily she turned the heater on, personally she had no idea how her mother could stand the cold of early December in her own thin, skin-tight shirt.
Outside the remaining three looked at each other a moment before Vaughn opened the front passenger side door and climbed in, grinning at Sydney prior to turning to watch Jack and Irina clamber in, Jack obviously not impressed at Vaughn's eagerness to sit next to his daughter or the fact he had to sit next to what was fast becoming his biggest weakness. Vaughn quickly decided that Jack's agreement with Irina on his courting of Sydney was a one off and very likely a consequence of alcohol or some other drug.
The half hour drive comprised of no discussion, no music and a lot of reading, each person required to have learnt their own history, likes, dislikes and personality by their arrival in Australia. Sydney, Vaughn noticed, seemed more than capable of reading while driving, even managing to do so around a traffic jam and a packed round-a-bout.
Sydney pulled into the airport car park and turned in her seat to find Jack still studying his papers and Irina looking wistfully out of the window. Clapping her hands together, she turned to face Vaughn. "Well, let's not sit around honey; we have a plane to catch." She grinned.
Vaughn looked at her in horror as the statement hit his ears, the voice was Sydney's but the manner was not. Jack couldn't help but look up, unimpressed at his daughter's comment. None the less he climbed out of the car and began to unload the bags. Smiling as he realized what Sydney was doing, Vaughn took on the roll of son-in-law and walked purposely over to the other side of the car. Educated at Harvard, Craig would have the etiquette to help both his wife and mother-in-law out of the car.
Grinning from ear to ear, he offered a hand to Irina who gracefully accepted with a wink that didn't go unnoticed by anyone present. Patiently, Sydney waited, her door open, for Vaughn to offer her a hand. When he did she took it, smiling sweetly, and pulled herself up and out, passing by Vaughn closer than what Jack thought necessary. Noting this Sydney commented, "What? We've only been married for two months."
Jack just looked unhappy; about to say something, he was startled into silence as a trolley rattle noisily into view. "Will they all fit on here, dear?" Irina asked, accent carefully replaced with something resembling French.
Jacks' fists clenched as he nodded and began to haul the bags onto the trolley. The family of four began to make their way towards the terminal, a short walk due to Sydney's grand knowledge of the airport's setup. Jack and Irina in the front, false smiles in place and standing close enough to appear normal but not close enough to cause unwanted reactions.
Behind them Vaughn blatantly grabbed his supposed wife's hand in a warm grasp. Catching her eye he smiled and was pleased to see she smiled back. Sadly, when he looked up he found Jack glaring at him, his earlier warmness gone, and Vaughn quickly dropped the hand he had been holding onto so tightly. Irina letting loose a sigh filled with exasperation, just loud enough for all to hear, causing Sydney to sum up the courage to look questioningly at Vaughn before grabbing his hand back up and continuing on, her father's stares eliciting nothing more than a menacing look from her own eyes and a firmer grasp on her handler's thin but strong hands.
Approaching the check in everyone looked to ensure their features were perfect, perking up their smiles and Sydney linking arms with Vaughn completely, his grin more real than fake as she felt him move involuntarily towards her.
"Good evening, passports and boarding passes please." The blond, daft looking, woman looked over the family, her eyes lingering on Vaughn longer than Sydney thought necessary resulting in a cold stare. Smiling, Irina took over, taking the papers form each individual and passing them to the woman, chin high and teeth showing in a friendly grin.
Jack saw a similarity now between the black haired Irina now and the blond Irina in India, and suddenly he felt a tweak in the pit of his stomach. He stepped back as he recalled what had happened then and began to watch Irina carefully, ready to do whatever necessary to escape another kiss.
"Off to Australia?" the attendant asked, a question that was, in all the people present's mind's, very dumb considering she was holding boarding passes that stated so.
"Yes, some time with the family. Never get to spend time alone with my darlings," Irina drawled her voice smooth and still slightly French, an arm winding its way around Vaughn's waist much, for some reason, to Sydney's delight. "What with work, I never see them."
The woman smiled, almost as though she didn't understand. Underneath Irina was laughing at the reactions everyone was silently giving her, Jack backing away as he obviously recalled the incident that had begun much the same in India, Vaughn obviously uncomfortable but trying desperately to hold himself together and Sydney acting almost proud of her mother's performance. Irina bit her lip, deciding to indulge a little before the trip really began. Fingering the necklace she had chosen, a gold chain with two blue semi precious stones, this one not laden with explosives, she flashed it at the attendant, as though she thought it deserved praise. She couldn't help but grin at Jack's look as the woman commented, "That's a lovely necklace, where did you get it from?"
Jack just glared at her, there were three possibilities here, one she was setting up another kiss, god knows why, two, this was an amazing coincidence, or three, she was playing with him. "Oh, my husband gave it to me for our anniversary. He's looks so tough on the outside," she motioned towards Jack, "But underneath he's just a big cuddly teddy bear." Sydney turned away and began to cough as she tried to cover up bubbles of laughter. Jack just glared at Irina, deciding to back up another few paces. The attendant smiled, sick of the conversation and moved on.
"Okay, put your luggage up here," Irina picked each up, Vaughn helping her as she feigned weakness with two of them, and the attendant weighed each, nodding and asked to look at the hand luggage they planned on taking. To this each held up a small backpack that they had chosen, to which the blond nodded before handing back the tickets and passports. "Check in is to the right, duty free shopping is on the way. You'll be able to board in an hour; customs should take about forty minutes." She smiled, expecting them to leave.
Grinning still from the fun she was poking at Jack, Irina turned and walked away, the remaining three following, Jack muttering under his breath. Vaughn just leaned in close to Sydney's ear to whisper, "She's is very, very, very good at this."
Sydney just laughed loudly, enjoying the feel of Vaughn's warm breath against her ear and whispered back, "Wait until dad gives her a gun."
Vaughn looked at her, "She isn't supposed to be given a gun, we were told by her father that she didn't get a gun in India until Cuvee gave her one."
Sydney smiled, "If mom hadn't gotten a gun, I'd most probably be dead." Vaughn raised an eyebrow, "It's true, the two of them," she motioned ahead to where the pair walked, a growing distance between them, "They could take down an army together." She nodded, "He'll give her a gun when she needs one." Vaughn smiled again, grabbing her hand and meeting her eyes, a look of happiness connecting the two instantly.
Up ahead, Irina exclaimed suddenly with delight. "Oh Chris," she moved towards a nearby shop, "That's the perfume you bought me on our honeymoon!"
Jack stared at her, aghast at what she was doing to him already. Irina looked back at him, obviously intent on him joining her with money in hand. Sydney had characteristically grasped Vaughn's hand tighter and was now leading him over, both complete with happy smiles. Half-heartedly, Jack began to make his way over to where his supposed wife was waiting, gleefully pointing out one of the many over rated perfumes. Looking around, Jack saw one of the shop assistants watching the rich-looking family closely.
He sighed and whispered harshly to her, his smile remaining but his voice with a warning edge, "Stop stuffing around, you're drawing attention."
She laughed loudly before whispering something that would have appeared seductive to passers by, "I'm a rich American: I want to be noticed."
Jack moved back and grinned, keeping the façade alive. "What is it you want?"
Her voice rose as and she picked a bottle up, looking it over with growing fascination, her eyebrows raised as she read the label. She looked up at Jack who continued to look around nonchalantly. "It is Chris, this is the exact same one that you bought me while we were in France."
Jack glanced down, noticing the high price but little else. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh please darling, it's the first time I've seen it in years and we both loved the smell." Jack shook his head, an extra edge in Irina's voice causing him to acknowledge the fact that she was up to something. Chuckling, he gave her a hundred dollar note.
He watched as the shop assistant scampered to the counter and smiled as Irina approached, Jack in tow. "Good evening, how may I help you?"
Irina smiled, head high as though she had just gotten further ahead in some personal battle and Jack almost felt impressed at her acting skills, catching the thought early enough to stop himself from completely acknowledging it. "Just this."
"Ahhhh, yes, a very good choice," She swiped the large box over the counter, the price of $69.95 registering and Jack watching as Irina handed over the money he had given her. He smiled sweetly at Irina, the woman obviously impressed at his dedication to his wife. "There you are, have a good trip."
Sydney nudged Vaughn harder than he thought was needed for whatever reason. She nodded towards her parents as they stood in the corner of the shop, Irina puling the box out. "Something's happened with them."
"How can you tell? They're both acting!" Vaughn whispered back, silently vowing to whisper as often as possible as it meant getting awfully close to her face. He pretended to look over a bottle of 'Eau Da Dali' as he watched Irina and Jack like a hawk.
"I don't know, but something has happened since last I saw either of them," Vaughn immediately felt uneasy, aware that it was possible that Sydney was speaking of the discussion the three of them had had earlier that day or perhaps she was simply speaking of something else, something that even he was slightly aware of. He could only shrug as Sydney continued to survey them.
Irina stood in the corner of the shop and looked at Jack with a strange look of regret about her. He looked up and questioned her with his eyes, a definite upside to this new dimension or awareness. She shook her head before asking, "You don't remember?"
His eyes flickered, but he had no clue as to what she was talking about, "No, I don't. What?"
"4711?"
He looked at her, still with very little idea regarding what she was talking about. "I get the forty seven, that's Rambaldi, what's the one one?"
"No," she paused, analyzing him, cautious about the subject as she recalled the look she'd been given when she'd spoken of their marriage. "4711 by Meulhens." She shook her head and took the box out of the bag; Jack just looks at it, his eyes slowly, focusing on the name.
"This is one of the many coincidences of our marriage that rattled me years after when I finally realized," Jack looked at her, completely lost and showing it, she smiled sadly. Irina took the perfume from the box, gingerly handling the lovely blue bottle, she looked at him, letting him see in but trying to ignore everything she was seeing in his own brown eyes. "Please, on the back of my neck."
Jack took the bottle from her; wary; even though he was sure she was just as frightened as she appeared. He waited for her to grab the mass of long black hair and hold it to the side, she had always worn her perfume on the back of her neck, he'd never known why, he still didn't. He gently pressed down, a sense of deja vu about him, and watched as a mist sprayed onto the back of her wonderfully curved neck, the small hairs standing up in the cold liquid.
"Smell," she quietly demanded. He leaned in and the fragrance hit him; lemons, oranges, fresh red roses, morning dew and sandalwood oil. He gulped as he realized what she had been talking about, the number 4711 dawning in his mind with new meaning.
"Our honeymoon," she nodded silently as he remembered; the feeling of something horrible gone as she realized the number had meant less than the smell and that he had not forgotten as it had seemed.
"That's right, you bought this for me." He breathed heavily, involuntarily trying to get closer, the smell bringing forth memories long dead and buried. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, it's just I saw it there and when you didn't even recognize...I thought you truly had forgotten." Jack shook his head, almost forgiving her for the mistake she thought she had made. She simply nodded before turning, the sad smile still in place behind the grin of a confident rich woman that she now wore.
Sydney raised an eyebrow, confused at her father's uncharacteristic behaviour, but didn't bother to say anything as she led Vaughn over to where the pair stood, staring at each other, eyes looking deeper than Sydney had thought possible, especially for a pair so well guarded. As she got nearer, she saw jack gulp and slowly move closer, his lips inching, agonizingly slowly towards her mother's neck.
4711 actually is a perfume, though not that expensive, I was looking for an expensive perfume in Australia's big fashion chain and I found it and I was just completely freaked out and then this woman came and wanted to know what I was interested in and, me being stupid, told her I needed a perfume name for my story and she wanted to know what it was about, and she ended up being someone who loves alias and she said that the perfume had totally freaked her out too. Anyways, it is real and isn't that weird. Plus, she let me have a smell and that's what it smells like.
Read and Review please because it's the only thing to make me write!