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" The other side of the story" Part II
" Sydney, you sure you want to go out tonight?" her current roomate, Sean Gaskin, inquired when he saw the attractive brunette come out, clad in a towel, a simple outfit on a hanger, dangling over her shoulder.
" I told you I was, Sean," she replied, coolly, giving the twenty- eight year old business man a tired smile. " Besides, you shouldn't be complaining, with me out of the room, you've got the DVD player all to yourself."
She had a point there. On the rare occasions that Sydney was free to indulge herself in some thing other than the darkness that was her reality, he could pick a fight with her between watching a comedy like, " Me, Myself and Irene," while Sydney seemed to be into watching, "Pearl Harbor," or "Titanic." Anything that made her life look better than what she was watching. Sean understood how traumatized she was about her two-year memory gap, but there was only so many times a guy could watch a sappy love story, even if the heroine was Kate Beckinsdale.
" I see you're not dressing to impress," he pointed out, gesturing to the black pants and conservative white top Sydney was holding.
" No.I'm not," Sydney agreed, looking quite calm.
" I thought your lover, Michael, was going to be at this dinner party?" the young man asked, running a hand through his sandy blond mane.
" He's not my lover, Sean," Sydney exhaled in a tired way. " I'm just going because his wife wanted to meet me."
" Checking out the competition," Sean added, knowingly. Sydney wasn't going to go through this again. She had dinner on the mind, and the deadly new project with Project Christmas. She still hadn't decided about that.
" Well, unless she looks like Cindy Crawford, she's toast," he complimented, staring dreamily at his room mate.
" Thanks for that, Sean. Thanks for just making things worse," she huffed, glaring at Sean who had changed out of his everyday suit and tie outfit and lazily lounged on the couch. But there was something in Sean's golden eyes that compelled her to look at him.
" Sydney, I know we agreed on a don't talk about work policy and I'm not about to ask you to divulge where you hide out all day but, let me say this much. I'm worried about you."
" Why?" she asked, surprised.
" Why not? Sydney, you're an amazing woman. I don't' know anybody who lost two years of their life and go as if everything is dandy. But whenever you're not putting on this brave face, you look sad. Like your heart breaks every night."
Oh Sean, don't do this, Please. Not now!
" You've got to admit it to yourself, you're still in love with him, Syd. And I think you're just lucky he's still in love with you."
" Please, don't. Michael does not love me, we work together. We have casual talk. He's married. He's in love with somebody else."
Sean turned off the power to the television and laughed. Sydney didn't see what was so funny.
" Man, you are so naïve! Do you work underground all day?"
" What are you talking about?"
" Syd, the way you talk, you make it sound as though you've never heard a married man have feelings for someone else."
" They shouldn't."
" But, baby, let's look a reality. Most married men have a different woman on the mind at some time in their lives. Heck, look at me," Sean drawled, his breath smelled of liquor. Obviously, he was drunk. " I'm married but I know my wife is living with her so-called friend. But I can't say much, I'm rooming myself, with an attractive girl."
Slap!
Sydney's hand flew and slapped him across the face. Sean's face winced but he didn't seem surprised by the action.
" I guess I had that coming."
" You're damn right you did!" Sydney shrieked, staring piercingly at the man who's pretty much condemned his own race. " Sean, I never thought you were a really great guy, but I didn't think you were such a bad guy, till now."
" This is how I get rewarded for my first bout of honesty," Sean grimaced. He looked pretty fed up.
" Honesty? Maybe in your particular case, but you don't know Michael, he's not the kind of man who would leave his wife because his wife because his old girlfriend decided to come back from the dead. He's going to do the right thing!" Sydney protested, defensively.
" Whoever said staying married to a woman you no longer have eyes for, the right thing? Sydney, you came back to the world that was pretty much, full of strange faces. Yet the man you're still in love with, still loves you. You've watched, "Pearl Harbor." It doesn't always happen that way," Sean dead panned, not the least bit angry with the woman who was so lost.
" I made up my mind, Sean. The moment I found out Michael was married that it was over. It's now like a cherished dream, a pleasant memory. It makes things simple, for both of us."
" Well, you haven't convinced me yet, so why don't you sit here and tell me you don't love Michael until I believe it."
" I don't have to justify myself to you!" Sydney retorted, airily.
" No, you don't. But Michael isn't going to believe what you're saying until you do, Sydney. And until you figure out your true feelings, I don't think you should see his wife, especially something as special as a private dinner," he warned her, his voice laced with concern.
" Well, you know what, Sean? Life doesn't always give us the card we want. We just have to accept it, deal with it, and then grow from it," Sydney replied in a hollow voice. " My father will be by to pick me up in about thirty minutes," she continued. " When he comes by, go ahead and let him in."
Sean looked skeptical as he examined Sydney's expression. Her face said she knew what she was doing? But did she? Her face also said she wasn't budging.
" Syd, come on. Why can't you save yourself from pain and hang out with me?" he whined, like a teenage boy infatuated with his best friend.
" And listen to you go on about how hot you think Britney Spears is? I'll pass. At least at dinner, I can have civil conversation."
" I really don't think this is a good idea," Sean repeated, this time very serious and sincere. Sydney saw that. " He thinks this is the hardest thing in my life," she thought to herself. " He doesn't know that I'm risking my life everyday, or possibly dying."
" I.I appreciate your consideration for my feelings, believe me. But this is my choice, my move," Sydney told him a bit more cheerfully.
Sean decided not to argue. He shrugged his shoulders. " Just come home when you feel like it's not going to have a happy ending. I'll be here all night long if you want to talk. The tone was cocky but Sydney felt warm. To know there would be somebody waiting up for her. She smiled.
" I'll keep that in mind," and with that she went into her room and closed the door.
About twenty minutes later, Sydney heard the door bell right. She heard part of the conversation and could tell it was her father, giving Sean a once over. He'd never liked her with Michael, so of course he wasn't going to be happy with Sean. Secrets, and deceit, betrayal, all things that made up her life. Her father was convinced she couldn't have a healthy relationship.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, went back to her dresser and then spritzed some hair spray onto her chignon. She then proceeded to getting up from her seat, grabbed her bag and pulled on her black heels without a stray thought. She was on her way out of the room when she caught her reflection and wondered who that girl was, staring back at her.
It couldn't be her. Not those sad sullen looking hazel eyes, that drawn look to her pleasing features. She looked completely miserable, she looked love sick.
" Oh get a grip, Sydney," she scolded herself. She couldn't go out there like that. Her room mate had been trying to get her to admit she wanted Michael, that she was devastated by the marriage, and there was no way she was going to give fast-talking, cheating on his cheating wife, Sean, that satisfaction.
She pulled her shoulders back, sculpturing her stance into the confident stature she flaunted when she went undercover, acting another part. Then she gave herself a quick flash of strong white teeth, enhanced by her dimples and naturally flushed cheeks. Only today, she'd needed blush to give her skin a healthy glow, she'd needed eyeliner to make her eyes shine.
" What am I doing?" Sydney pondered as she stared at her new appearance, the Sydney that everybody thought was perfectly fine, the Sydney who was strong and getting her life back together. " Never in my life did I imagine I'd have to pretend to be me."
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" Ahhh.Mr. Vaughn," the waiter of "Olive Garden," greeted when he saw his regular customer approach his desk.
" Good Evening, Mr. Bertino," Michael replied, politely.
" And Mrs. Vaughn?" the middle-aged Italian waiter flirted, taking hold of her hand and kissed it. " Looking radiant as usual."
" Why, thank you, Mr. Bertino," Jessica Cozier Vaughn flirted back, appreciating the attention he was paying her, the attention her husband should be paying her.
" My pleasure, Mrs. Vaughn," he sighed then added, " I never thought I'd ever see anybody on your arm but Ms. Sydney Bristow."
Michael bit his lip and shot a quick glance at his wife who was looking extremely beautiful. Her dark curls tumbled over her bare shoulders. She wore a strapless on-piece that hugged her perfect figure. If only he could appreciate her.
" Well, I guess things in life change, Mr. Bertino," she concluded in a poised tone. She looked into Michael's eyes as she crooned, " Me and Michael were meant to be together. We knew the moment we looked into each other's eyes, this was real." She jabbed her husband urgently in the ribs to get Michael to react.
" Uh, life is unpredictable, that's all I can say," he opinioned, giving Jessica a handsome smile enough to satisfy her.
" You two crazy love birds," Mr. Bertino chortled, even though he was aware Michael wanted to be with Sydney. Jessica, just didn't seem to be the one to mess with.
" Have the Bristows shown up yet?" Michael asked then, looking anxious.
" Um.let me check," Mr. Bertino answered and skimmed his list. " No, sir. The party has not arrived.
" Oh." Michael mumbled. He could feel Jessica's deep brown eyes boring into him. She was so jealous of Sydney, he wondered why Jessica would even think about sticking around. She could have anybody in the restaurant eating out of her hand. " Um, Jess. Do you want to go ahead and sit down?"
" Yeah, let's do that," Jessica cooed, and then leaned over to whisper in her husband's ear. " After all this is a romantic place, a few moments alone with my dearest husband is going to make this night, perfect."
But what Michael heard weren't words of love, but of threatening words. To Sydney and to himself.
" We'll take the table," Michael announced, trying not to intoxicated by Jessica's eloquent scent. He suddenly had the need to sit down.
" Right this way then, sir," Mr. Bertino gestured and led the Vaughns to their table. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
" Hey, what in the world did you do that for?" Sydney demanded when she felt an arm on hers, pulling her back as they entered the restaurant. She glared into her father eyes, a man who was lucky she even considered him her father after all the betrayal and lies he'd fed her all his life.
" Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack D. Bristow asked her, not as a concerned father but as though they were on a mission and he wasn't agreeing with the move she was going to make.
" Will you all stop asking me that question!" Sydney screamed, yanking her arm out of her father's grip in the process. " I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be!"
" Look, Sydney, I know you and I don't have much of a father-daughter relationship, but I do know that you loved Michael, and I just don't' want to see you have to face this, him being with his wife," Jack appealed, very convincingly.
" Oh father, you and I both know you didn't like Michael. So let's not even pretend that you care," Sydney huffed, angrily.
" I do care, Sydney. Please, I am your father, and I do care that you were hurt by this man, especially since he wasn't worthy of my wonderful daughter," Jack prodded, trying very hard not to look like he didn't care. Because, he didn't.
" The only person unworthy of being anything is your being my father. At an age when most fathers should be teaching their young daughters that boys will distract your studies, you were teaching me how to shoot a gun!" Sydney hissed, disgusted.
" That was very harsh," Jack complained, looking the least bit hurt.
Sydney rolled her eyes, disgusted. She could care less what her father thought or felt. What he'd done to her life was more despicable than some comment she made. She walked up to the front desk and was greeted there by Mr. Bertino.
" S.Sydney?" he gasped, staring at the attractive brunette, as though he were in a dream.
" Mr. Bertino," Sydney replied, cheerfully. " Long time, no see."
" Two years, Ms. Bristow, two years," he sighed, shaking his head. " I have to know the name of the Italian restaurant that has caught your eye. I will make it my goal to put them out of business."
Sydney smiled. It was nice to know that some things didn't change. " Has Mr. And Mrs. Vaughn shown up this evening?" she asked then, looking very calm and poised.
" Um.yes, they have," Mer. Bertino answered, amazed at how collected the female was even though she would be forced to see the love of her life enjoy, or act as though he enjoyed the company of his wife. " They have been expecting you."
" I'm sure they have," Sydney replied with a smile. " Can you do us the honor of letting us join them?"
" It would be m \y pleasure, Ms. Bristow," he told her, taking her arm. Sydney let him do so without complaint and let her lead him. She flashed her father her serious-faced profile and hissed, " One wrong move, one moment you make us at the table feel uncomfortable, I will take you out!
So, do you want to know what happens at the dinner? Well, you better tell me so! Thank you for the three people who reviewed, your input is what makes this story what it is. I love you guys. I have a lot in store for this story so keep the feed back coming. I need to know you're enjoying this for me to enjoy writing it. Thanks again, and love ya!!! Spread the word, " The other side of the story," is going to be a branch of Alias like none before!!!
" The other side of the story" Part II
" Sydney, you sure you want to go out tonight?" her current roomate, Sean Gaskin, inquired when he saw the attractive brunette come out, clad in a towel, a simple outfit on a hanger, dangling over her shoulder.
" I told you I was, Sean," she replied, coolly, giving the twenty- eight year old business man a tired smile. " Besides, you shouldn't be complaining, with me out of the room, you've got the DVD player all to yourself."
She had a point there. On the rare occasions that Sydney was free to indulge herself in some thing other than the darkness that was her reality, he could pick a fight with her between watching a comedy like, " Me, Myself and Irene," while Sydney seemed to be into watching, "Pearl Harbor," or "Titanic." Anything that made her life look better than what she was watching. Sean understood how traumatized she was about her two-year memory gap, but there was only so many times a guy could watch a sappy love story, even if the heroine was Kate Beckinsdale.
" I see you're not dressing to impress," he pointed out, gesturing to the black pants and conservative white top Sydney was holding.
" No.I'm not," Sydney agreed, looking quite calm.
" I thought your lover, Michael, was going to be at this dinner party?" the young man asked, running a hand through his sandy blond mane.
" He's not my lover, Sean," Sydney exhaled in a tired way. " I'm just going because his wife wanted to meet me."
" Checking out the competition," Sean added, knowingly. Sydney wasn't going to go through this again. She had dinner on the mind, and the deadly new project with Project Christmas. She still hadn't decided about that.
" Well, unless she looks like Cindy Crawford, she's toast," he complimented, staring dreamily at his room mate.
" Thanks for that, Sean. Thanks for just making things worse," she huffed, glaring at Sean who had changed out of his everyday suit and tie outfit and lazily lounged on the couch. But there was something in Sean's golden eyes that compelled her to look at him.
" Sydney, I know we agreed on a don't talk about work policy and I'm not about to ask you to divulge where you hide out all day but, let me say this much. I'm worried about you."
" Why?" she asked, surprised.
" Why not? Sydney, you're an amazing woman. I don't' know anybody who lost two years of their life and go as if everything is dandy. But whenever you're not putting on this brave face, you look sad. Like your heart breaks every night."
Oh Sean, don't do this, Please. Not now!
" You've got to admit it to yourself, you're still in love with him, Syd. And I think you're just lucky he's still in love with you."
" Please, don't. Michael does not love me, we work together. We have casual talk. He's married. He's in love with somebody else."
Sean turned off the power to the television and laughed. Sydney didn't see what was so funny.
" Man, you are so naïve! Do you work underground all day?"
" What are you talking about?"
" Syd, the way you talk, you make it sound as though you've never heard a married man have feelings for someone else."
" They shouldn't."
" But, baby, let's look a reality. Most married men have a different woman on the mind at some time in their lives. Heck, look at me," Sean drawled, his breath smelled of liquor. Obviously, he was drunk. " I'm married but I know my wife is living with her so-called friend. But I can't say much, I'm rooming myself, with an attractive girl."
Slap!
Sydney's hand flew and slapped him across the face. Sean's face winced but he didn't seem surprised by the action.
" I guess I had that coming."
" You're damn right you did!" Sydney shrieked, staring piercingly at the man who's pretty much condemned his own race. " Sean, I never thought you were a really great guy, but I didn't think you were such a bad guy, till now."
" This is how I get rewarded for my first bout of honesty," Sean grimaced. He looked pretty fed up.
" Honesty? Maybe in your particular case, but you don't know Michael, he's not the kind of man who would leave his wife because his wife because his old girlfriend decided to come back from the dead. He's going to do the right thing!" Sydney protested, defensively.
" Whoever said staying married to a woman you no longer have eyes for, the right thing? Sydney, you came back to the world that was pretty much, full of strange faces. Yet the man you're still in love with, still loves you. You've watched, "Pearl Harbor." It doesn't always happen that way," Sean dead panned, not the least bit angry with the woman who was so lost.
" I made up my mind, Sean. The moment I found out Michael was married that it was over. It's now like a cherished dream, a pleasant memory. It makes things simple, for both of us."
" Well, you haven't convinced me yet, so why don't you sit here and tell me you don't love Michael until I believe it."
" I don't have to justify myself to you!" Sydney retorted, airily.
" No, you don't. But Michael isn't going to believe what you're saying until you do, Sydney. And until you figure out your true feelings, I don't think you should see his wife, especially something as special as a private dinner," he warned her, his voice laced with concern.
" Well, you know what, Sean? Life doesn't always give us the card we want. We just have to accept it, deal with it, and then grow from it," Sydney replied in a hollow voice. " My father will be by to pick me up in about thirty minutes," she continued. " When he comes by, go ahead and let him in."
Sean looked skeptical as he examined Sydney's expression. Her face said she knew what she was doing? But did she? Her face also said she wasn't budging.
" Syd, come on. Why can't you save yourself from pain and hang out with me?" he whined, like a teenage boy infatuated with his best friend.
" And listen to you go on about how hot you think Britney Spears is? I'll pass. At least at dinner, I can have civil conversation."
" I really don't think this is a good idea," Sean repeated, this time very serious and sincere. Sydney saw that. " He thinks this is the hardest thing in my life," she thought to herself. " He doesn't know that I'm risking my life everyday, or possibly dying."
" I.I appreciate your consideration for my feelings, believe me. But this is my choice, my move," Sydney told him a bit more cheerfully.
Sean decided not to argue. He shrugged his shoulders. " Just come home when you feel like it's not going to have a happy ending. I'll be here all night long if you want to talk. The tone was cocky but Sydney felt warm. To know there would be somebody waiting up for her. She smiled.
" I'll keep that in mind," and with that she went into her room and closed the door.
About twenty minutes later, Sydney heard the door bell right. She heard part of the conversation and could tell it was her father, giving Sean a once over. He'd never liked her with Michael, so of course he wasn't going to be happy with Sean. Secrets, and deceit, betrayal, all things that made up her life. Her father was convinced she couldn't have a healthy relationship.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, went back to her dresser and then spritzed some hair spray onto her chignon. She then proceeded to getting up from her seat, grabbed her bag and pulled on her black heels without a stray thought. She was on her way out of the room when she caught her reflection and wondered who that girl was, staring back at her.
It couldn't be her. Not those sad sullen looking hazel eyes, that drawn look to her pleasing features. She looked completely miserable, she looked love sick.
" Oh get a grip, Sydney," she scolded herself. She couldn't go out there like that. Her room mate had been trying to get her to admit she wanted Michael, that she was devastated by the marriage, and there was no way she was going to give fast-talking, cheating on his cheating wife, Sean, that satisfaction.
She pulled her shoulders back, sculpturing her stance into the confident stature she flaunted when she went undercover, acting another part. Then she gave herself a quick flash of strong white teeth, enhanced by her dimples and naturally flushed cheeks. Only today, she'd needed blush to give her skin a healthy glow, she'd needed eyeliner to make her eyes shine.
" What am I doing?" Sydney pondered as she stared at her new appearance, the Sydney that everybody thought was perfectly fine, the Sydney who was strong and getting her life back together. " Never in my life did I imagine I'd have to pretend to be me."
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" Ahhh.Mr. Vaughn," the waiter of "Olive Garden," greeted when he saw his regular customer approach his desk.
" Good Evening, Mr. Bertino," Michael replied, politely.
" And Mrs. Vaughn?" the middle-aged Italian waiter flirted, taking hold of her hand and kissed it. " Looking radiant as usual."
" Why, thank you, Mr. Bertino," Jessica Cozier Vaughn flirted back, appreciating the attention he was paying her, the attention her husband should be paying her.
" My pleasure, Mrs. Vaughn," he sighed then added, " I never thought I'd ever see anybody on your arm but Ms. Sydney Bristow."
Michael bit his lip and shot a quick glance at his wife who was looking extremely beautiful. Her dark curls tumbled over her bare shoulders. She wore a strapless on-piece that hugged her perfect figure. If only he could appreciate her.
" Well, I guess things in life change, Mr. Bertino," she concluded in a poised tone. She looked into Michael's eyes as she crooned, " Me and Michael were meant to be together. We knew the moment we looked into each other's eyes, this was real." She jabbed her husband urgently in the ribs to get Michael to react.
" Uh, life is unpredictable, that's all I can say," he opinioned, giving Jessica a handsome smile enough to satisfy her.
" You two crazy love birds," Mr. Bertino chortled, even though he was aware Michael wanted to be with Sydney. Jessica, just didn't seem to be the one to mess with.
" Have the Bristows shown up yet?" Michael asked then, looking anxious.
" Um.let me check," Mr. Bertino answered and skimmed his list. " No, sir. The party has not arrived.
" Oh." Michael mumbled. He could feel Jessica's deep brown eyes boring into him. She was so jealous of Sydney, he wondered why Jessica would even think about sticking around. She could have anybody in the restaurant eating out of her hand. " Um, Jess. Do you want to go ahead and sit down?"
" Yeah, let's do that," Jessica cooed, and then leaned over to whisper in her husband's ear. " After all this is a romantic place, a few moments alone with my dearest husband is going to make this night, perfect."
But what Michael heard weren't words of love, but of threatening words. To Sydney and to himself.
" We'll take the table," Michael announced, trying not to intoxicated by Jessica's eloquent scent. He suddenly had the need to sit down.
" Right this way then, sir," Mr. Bertino gestured and led the Vaughns to their table. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
" Hey, what in the world did you do that for?" Sydney demanded when she felt an arm on hers, pulling her back as they entered the restaurant. She glared into her father eyes, a man who was lucky she even considered him her father after all the betrayal and lies he'd fed her all his life.
" Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack D. Bristow asked her, not as a concerned father but as though they were on a mission and he wasn't agreeing with the move she was going to make.
" Will you all stop asking me that question!" Sydney screamed, yanking her arm out of her father's grip in the process. " I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be!"
" Look, Sydney, I know you and I don't have much of a father-daughter relationship, but I do know that you loved Michael, and I just don't' want to see you have to face this, him being with his wife," Jack appealed, very convincingly.
" Oh father, you and I both know you didn't like Michael. So let's not even pretend that you care," Sydney huffed, angrily.
" I do care, Sydney. Please, I am your father, and I do care that you were hurt by this man, especially since he wasn't worthy of my wonderful daughter," Jack prodded, trying very hard not to look like he didn't care. Because, he didn't.
" The only person unworthy of being anything is your being my father. At an age when most fathers should be teaching their young daughters that boys will distract your studies, you were teaching me how to shoot a gun!" Sydney hissed, disgusted.
" That was very harsh," Jack complained, looking the least bit hurt.
Sydney rolled her eyes, disgusted. She could care less what her father thought or felt. What he'd done to her life was more despicable than some comment she made. She walked up to the front desk and was greeted there by Mr. Bertino.
" S.Sydney?" he gasped, staring at the attractive brunette, as though he were in a dream.
" Mr. Bertino," Sydney replied, cheerfully. " Long time, no see."
" Two years, Ms. Bristow, two years," he sighed, shaking his head. " I have to know the name of the Italian restaurant that has caught your eye. I will make it my goal to put them out of business."
Sydney smiled. It was nice to know that some things didn't change. " Has Mr. And Mrs. Vaughn shown up this evening?" she asked then, looking very calm and poised.
" Um.yes, they have," Mer. Bertino answered, amazed at how collected the female was even though she would be forced to see the love of her life enjoy, or act as though he enjoyed the company of his wife. " They have been expecting you."
" I'm sure they have," Sydney replied with a smile. " Can you do us the honor of letting us join them?"
" It would be m \y pleasure, Ms. Bristow," he told her, taking her arm. Sydney let him do so without complaint and let her lead him. She flashed her father her serious-faced profile and hissed, " One wrong move, one moment you make us at the table feel uncomfortable, I will take you out!
So, do you want to know what happens at the dinner? Well, you better tell me so! Thank you for the three people who reviewed, your input is what makes this story what it is. I love you guys. I have a lot in store for this story so keep the feed back coming. I need to know you're enjoying this for me to enjoy writing it. Thanks again, and love ya!!! Spread the word, " The other side of the story," is going to be a branch of Alias like none before!!!
