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Part XIII (Part II) The Other Side of the Story Leo's l'il sista
"Well that's done," Cowell exhaled as he shut last of the equipment into one of the cabinets.
"Thank heaven," Michael cursed under his breath. One more minute with the perfectly perfect Leighton Cowell was undoubtedly going to drive him up the wall. He was surprised the guy sweat.
"Make sure you give Kendall that report," Leighton ordered him, letting the file slip from his hands so Michael had to scramble for it.
"Why can't you deliver it?" Michael shot back taking full advantage of his superiority thanks to his numerous years in the CIA. Besides wasn't he the type of guy to brown nose his boss?"
"Kendall specifically asked for you to do it. He has faith you can accomplish that task," Cowell said with distaste. "Besides, I have things I must attend to tomorrow, which of course is none of your business."
Michael snickered.
"Man, take you expertise and shove it," Michael thought and could barely restrain from saying it.
"I know you're upset that Ms. Bristow has taken, "ill," he chuckled, showing "ill" in finger quotes. "I promise I'll tell her you're thinking of her."
"No need, Cowell," Michael replied confidently. "At least I can do work and manage my personal life, but then, you don't have one."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that crack," Leighton reassured him smiling evily, but Michael could tell smart-ass agent hadn't been ready for that blow. "Good night Agent Vaughn."
"Back at ya,' he shot back and watched Cowell leave. The moment he was gone the color drained from his face and wiped away his smart-ass smile.
"Exactly what the hell did he mean by "ill?" Michael grumbled, it was almost as if Cowell had met with Sydney or seen her at work. But no, Will wouldn't do that to him, would he?"
Michael shrugged off the thought Michael was starting to feel Leighton Cowell wanted to be around Sydney more than for his psychiatric and Agent-related duties. So obviously what Leighton had mentioned or hinted was to make him jealous. He'd be a fop; to believe it.
So he didn't. He went over to his desk to grab his bag and was surprised to see Weiss coming back with a mug he'd just filled.
"Eric didn't see you there. What are you doing here?" Michael asked, making it a question.
"Something came up," Weiss frowned as he retreated onto his seat. "And you know Kendall."
Michael nodded, giving him a knowing and sympathetic glance. "You on all night?"
"Not by choice," Weiss confirmed and took a sip of his beverage. "What about you, you heading out?"
"Finally, after spending an afternoon with Cowell, Mr. I think I'm God's gift to everything, I'm going to need to sleep to recooperate."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then bud," Weiss yawned as he finished up an e-mail message and pressed enter after a moment of hesitation.
"Yeah," Michael was saying when his computer "sang" and notified him he got a message.
"Hey, Mike, thought you were leaving," Weiss reminded him.
"Yeah, it's just I got a message," Michael replied, half-absently.
"Okay, well I'm going to go bug someone for printer ink," Weiss murmured hurridely and left.
Michael felt something was up with him but decided not to think anything of it. His eyes shifted to his screen. He clicked on the icon for e-mail and retrieved his new message.
To: Agent M. Vaughn From: Blank Subject: Thought you should know
Anonymous? What was this a joke? He knew it wasn't a virus control.
He clicked it open and saw a message that looked somewhat official. His curiousity got the better of him and he read.
Agent Vaughn I know you're not supposed to know this but I couldn't keep it to myself not when you're so torn and messed up.
So it was a friend obviously someone was looking out for him and had sent this courtesy message.
(message cont)
Two weeks ago Agent Sydney Bristow put in an "okay," for the mission concerning Project Christmas. Here is a copy of the order. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael made sure no one was looking opened the file.
He was shocked.
Sydney had been here, she hadn't been ill for two weeks. Will had lied to him.
He closed the file, hit delete before he read the last part of the message.
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As you can see, it's a standard mission, so you have nothing to worry about. The only thing that got me was it's not indicated anywhere of her approx return. So Mike, she has one more day before she goes off to who knows where and you won't get to see her till who knows when. So if you love her, tell her, because something even I can't grasp is going on, tell her before it's too late.
Anonymous ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael shuddered as his beautiful emerald eyes registered those horrible words.
One day? One day and she would be on her mission, the one that could drive her insane, the one he'd warned her so much about?
One day? He wanted to see her, yes he'd have had her in his arms five days ago if she'd let him. But they weren't talking and he had no clue where she was. If Sydney was going she'd probably be staying in a note and who knew how many hotels there were in Los Angeles.
Weiss appeared back in his seat, looking very mournful. "Hey Mike."
Michael didn't register Weiss was talking more or less sitting there for a few minutes. "Weiss."
"You read it?"
Michael nodded, scratching his head, rubbing his chin, his face, anything to keep from going crazy. But it as too late. Then Michael replayed the words in his head. "Wait Weiss, how did you know I read it?'
"I didn't say I knew what you read."
"Yeah, but you didn't even ask me if I was okay either. That's because you know, don't you?" then Michael gulped. "Y~you sent that e-mail didn't you?"
Weiss stared hard at Michael then gave in.
"Yeah, Mike. It was me who sent you that message."
"B~but, Weiss, on the CIA net? You could have gotten into major trouble, termination even," Michael reminded him, trembling because he was scared for his friend.
"Michael these two years have woken me up, watching you defy everything anybody said until you came to it yourself that you'd done all you could. You spend billions and what's an e-mail telling you the information you should know anyway? You and Sydney have shown me there's some things you've got to do and you do them without taking any crap from anybody. That love is worth breaking rules for, especially what you and Syd had and still have."
"Weiss, man."
"And I would break a rule or two for a friend and Mike, you're one of the best, I'm not going to sit here knowing the information that could change everything and watch you destroy your life. So do something about it. Find her and tell her you'll be praying and waiting to welcome her home," Weiss ordered him.
"Dang, Eric. When did you get so romantic?" Michael was in awe.
"Ugh! I am romantic. It's what I get for hanging around you guys!" Weiss groaned.
"Hey somebody when you meet a woman it's going to count," Michael chirruped as he logged of his account.
"Yeah, but we don't' need to discuss that because a woman for me is long off. I'm still young, there's things I want to do before I settle down," he claimed then shooed Michael out. "Get out of here, Michael, before my grouchiness wears off on you."
"I'm going, I'm going," he chuckled then got very serious as he said. "Thanks Weiss, for the e-mail, that speech. I think I'll be okay as long as you work in the next cubicle."
Weiss was visibly touched. "It was nothing, Mike."
But Weiss sat grinning, ready to tackle his next hours of work and Michael left grinning, for a moment trying to focus on the good things, not the bad things in his life.
`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Speaking of bad things.
Sean drove past Jessica's house, frowned and drove a little farther. He was there to see Jess but he didn't want to park at her house, not after she'd ruined things between him and Sydney Bristow.
So what was he doing here?"
He'd received a desperate phone call from a crying Jessica. Sean couldn't make out what she was trying to say so had made the mistake of saying he was coming over.
He got out of his car and headed back tot he house. Of course part of him wanted to believe Jessica wanted him there and had finally opened her eyes. And believe it or not, Sean was an extremely nice guy and because of the intense connection they'd once shared, he felt obligated to make sure she wasn't trying to kill herself.
And if that sparked a romance, so be it. Sean wanted Sydney even now more than ever after her aggressiveness but Jessica was no slouch either. He didn't even talk to his wife anymore. What was her name?
He tentatively approached the darkened house. It didn't seem anybody was home. But he was a vehicle parked there. He wondered, could Jess had found a way to make Michael return to her and could they be making love right now?
Sean quickly made that thought disappear. Nope, not even Jessica could make Michael turn away from Sydney.
But it was possible he'd assumed she was at home. Come to think of it, she oculd be anywhere.
He took a relieving sigh and knocked on the door, the best case scenario could be Jess either not home, waiting for him in sexy lingerie or making love to Michael. His showing up would probably shock him so bad he would go sterile. Sean entertained that thought as he knocked again.
Still no answer.
He was about to give up when he decided to give the doorknob a try.
It turned.
This was getting eerie, combine that with the chilly atmosphere and you had the scene of a main character moments before he discovered the person the character is looking for, dead, murdered or a result of suicide.
This face made his heart beat fast.
"Jess!" he hissed desperately. "Jessica!"
Sean had a split second to register a piece of chine was flying over to him, and this was no toss.
He ducked just in time, the china splattered against the wall behind him.
"Jess! Stop! Stop it Jess!" He ordered her, ducking the silver she was now slamming him, catching the ones he could.
"Don't tell me to stop it, you bastard!" Jessica shrieked. "You left me again and I'm not letting you get away this time! I'll kill you if I have to!"
Sean realized Jessica was thinking he was Michael and he had to correct him but she was crazy enough to seriously injure him.
Sean took a breath when he saw Jessica was approaching him. He was prepared it she tried anything. He was in the stance that would enable him to easily flip Jessica onto her back.
"Jess, you're not going to win! Don't do this," Sean pleaded with her.
"No, you're the one who's not going to win!" she corrected and charged him. She had an object in her hand and Sean didn't have time to figure out what it was.
"Jess, don't make me do anything I don't want to do," he warned her, bracing himself for Jessica's next move.
"Shut up! Another word and I'll make you forget Sydney ever existed."
Sean squinted and concluded the object in her hand was a hypodermic needle.
"No, Jess, you've got this all wrong!" Sean protested, trying to figure out how he could grab her without being plunged by the mysterious concoction in Jessica's grasp.
"No, you're the one who's wrong. And you're going to pay, Michael, you're going to pay!" she bellowed and charged at him. Sean concentrated on the needle as she grabbed her body and slammed her against the linoleum floor.
"Where's the cap for this thing?" Sean asked Jessica, now that he had the needle. She didn't reply. Sean got up , assuming Jessica was in shock and headed to the bathroom to dispose of it.
He returned and saw Jessica rise to her feet. "Jess, I'm warning you not to play with dangerous objects. Look what you almost did to me," he tsk tsked me."
"Sean, I didn't expect you to show up," Jessica argued, folding her arms. 'I thought you were my husband."
"But you called me," Sean reminded her but Jess' face showed she had no recollection of making that call.
"The only call I remember making is the one to Michael. I told you to come over? Why would I do that? I assumed we weren't talking, you haven't call in a month," Jessica pouted, flicked on the lights.
"We are. But you called me and you sounded really upset. I seriously thought you wanted to apologize to me, maybe make up for what you did," Sean sniveled, slapping his thighs. "But if you don't want me here, I'll leave. Excuse me for making such a big mistake of actually believing you'd take responsibility for your actions."
Sean turned on hell and opened the door.
"Wait Sean," Jessica pleaded. "I may not have called you or I have no recollection of calling you, but that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you."
Sean closed his lids, trying to believe what he'd wanted, coming over to her house could still happen.
He closed the door and locked it.
"The least I could do is talk to you since I haven't been able to talk to anybody these past few days," Jessica groaned as though she believed Sean would feel sorry for her.
"Mmm."
"I'm going to get some coffee, I'll meet you in the living room," she todl him.
Sean shrugged but headed to what looked like a living room. It was his first time in Michael Vaughn's residence and even though the couch looked and felt comfy, he had the overwhelming feeling he didn't belong here.
"Foldger's okay?" Jessica inquired as she set two mugs onto the coffee table.
"Irish cream?"
"No, Michael drinks it straight," Jessica lamented, clearly upset by mentioning his name.
"Should have known," Sean grimaced but took his cup. "I'll let it go this time."
Jessica flashed him a tired smile of thanks, took her cup and settled into an arm chair.
Sean was alarmed now that he could really look at Jessica. Her once gorgeous hair hung in unwashed strings around her pale face. Her eyes were rimmed with read, making her look a lot older than her age. It didn't take an x-ray to tell her heart was severely bruised. Her night gown hung loosely on her body and her breast bones were definite, indicating she'd lost weight in the month away from her husband
"Well I'm here, Jess," he broke in, breaking the silence. "Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Jessica didn't raise her eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" Michael had finally made my worst nightmare come true, he's gone back to Sydney!"
Sean could barely stiffle his giggle. Here he was, witnessing Jessica had, for once lost what she'd wanted and she looked extremely pathetic.
"Well what did you expect, Jess?" Sean cooed. "You knew from the day Sydney came back Michael will someday return to her. Sydney is sexy, smart~~~sexy. I even got over you because I wanted her so much."
Jessica glared at Sean. Her eyes screamed "that is not helping!"
"So that's your brilliant plan?" he teased, wearing an incredulous smile, taking a generous swig of coffee.
"I don't."
Sean choked on his coffee, not expecting the bluntness of Jessica's answer.
He didn't expect Jessica to say what she said next either.
"Sean, do you remember when you told me that you're indispensable? I've come to the conclusion you're not. I couldn't have gotten through half of the scams I pulled in college and high school if you hadn't been there to watch my back," Jessica confessed. "It took me ten years to realize it, maybe I'm not as slick and smart as I always thought I was."
Sean had told hold onto the armchair to keep himself from jumping in his seat. God, he felt like the miracle worker!
"Having admitted that, I'm going to admit this. I've tried every trick in the book. I don't' know what to do. Sean Gaskin, can you please help me get Michael back?"
"Why are you asking me?" Sean assailed. "I think you were doing pretty fine yourself with the make-him-forget serum. Although if you succeeded, you'd end up in the penatentry."
"I'm not joking anymore, Sean! I know I used to just date the hot guys and throw them away for the next one but this is different! Nobody will ever be Michael. Please Sean, I need your help. Tell me what I can do to make Michael want me. You wanted me before."
"Yeah, and keyword is "before," Sean stated firmly. "I don't' know what I can do. I would make Sydney jealous but we tried that and that didn't work."
Jessica nodded. "Okay, you're right, I screwed that up. But you're the Sean Gaskin that kept me from getting beaten up or in trouble with the police. You're my last hope for happiness," she needled him. "Please, Sean, I'll even sleep with you."
Sean studied Jessica with amusement. Man, that was the proof he needed, this woman was desperate and had he not been rejected by Sydney and changed, he might have considered taking on her offer. "Don't you think that will show Michael that you've moved on with me? Besides, am I good enough for you anymore?"
Jessica was concerned with the lack of confidence in his voice;
"Well, don't worry about that because I don't want to have sex with you anyway," Sean fired. "I wanted to sleep with Syd, but you can't make that happen, you're the one who opened your big mouth!"
"Sean, I was stuck. I didn't expect to be kidnapped by her, and I certainly didn't expect her to pull a gun!"
"Because she didn't," Sean shot back, angrily. "Besides, you're lucky you're alive and it's all because of her."
No! She couldn't go through this again.
"Well, since you buy those kind of stories, it doesn't surprise me that you're stuck again," he laughed menacingly. He finished the last bit of the coffee, set it down, then stood up.
"Sean, please, I need you. You're my only friend."
"Friend? Since when?"
"Sean."
"Jess, even if I had any idea how to help you, I wouldn't lift a finger unless you can get Sydney to come back to me, but we both know you don't know how to do that. So let's pretend we didn't have this conversation," he suggested and left Jessica.
And just to make things worse, all the lights went out when Sean slammed the door, leaving Jessica in a dismal darkness.
Okay! And on to Part XIII, which is going to change things! Last day for Syd in L.A, it's sure to affect a lot of lives, like Michael.hint hint! Let's hope Michael grows a brain, maybe I'll make that happen!
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Leo's L'il sista
Part XIII (Part II) The Other Side of the Story Leo's l'il sista
"Well that's done," Cowell exhaled as he shut last of the equipment into one of the cabinets.
"Thank heaven," Michael cursed under his breath. One more minute with the perfectly perfect Leighton Cowell was undoubtedly going to drive him up the wall. He was surprised the guy sweat.
"Make sure you give Kendall that report," Leighton ordered him, letting the file slip from his hands so Michael had to scramble for it.
"Why can't you deliver it?" Michael shot back taking full advantage of his superiority thanks to his numerous years in the CIA. Besides wasn't he the type of guy to brown nose his boss?"
"Kendall specifically asked for you to do it. He has faith you can accomplish that task," Cowell said with distaste. "Besides, I have things I must attend to tomorrow, which of course is none of your business."
Michael snickered.
"Man, take you expertise and shove it," Michael thought and could barely restrain from saying it.
"I know you're upset that Ms. Bristow has taken, "ill," he chuckled, showing "ill" in finger quotes. "I promise I'll tell her you're thinking of her."
"No need, Cowell," Michael replied confidently. "At least I can do work and manage my personal life, but then, you don't have one."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that crack," Leighton reassured him smiling evily, but Michael could tell smart-ass agent hadn't been ready for that blow. "Good night Agent Vaughn."
"Back at ya,' he shot back and watched Cowell leave. The moment he was gone the color drained from his face and wiped away his smart-ass smile.
"Exactly what the hell did he mean by "ill?" Michael grumbled, it was almost as if Cowell had met with Sydney or seen her at work. But no, Will wouldn't do that to him, would he?"
Michael shrugged off the thought Michael was starting to feel Leighton Cowell wanted to be around Sydney more than for his psychiatric and Agent-related duties. So obviously what Leighton had mentioned or hinted was to make him jealous. He'd be a fop; to believe it.
So he didn't. He went over to his desk to grab his bag and was surprised to see Weiss coming back with a mug he'd just filled.
"Eric didn't see you there. What are you doing here?" Michael asked, making it a question.
"Something came up," Weiss frowned as he retreated onto his seat. "And you know Kendall."
Michael nodded, giving him a knowing and sympathetic glance. "You on all night?"
"Not by choice," Weiss confirmed and took a sip of his beverage. "What about you, you heading out?"
"Finally, after spending an afternoon with Cowell, Mr. I think I'm God's gift to everything, I'm going to need to sleep to recooperate."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then bud," Weiss yawned as he finished up an e-mail message and pressed enter after a moment of hesitation.
"Yeah," Michael was saying when his computer "sang" and notified him he got a message.
"Hey, Mike, thought you were leaving," Weiss reminded him.
"Yeah, it's just I got a message," Michael replied, half-absently.
"Okay, well I'm going to go bug someone for printer ink," Weiss murmured hurridely and left.
Michael felt something was up with him but decided not to think anything of it. His eyes shifted to his screen. He clicked on the icon for e-mail and retrieved his new message.
To: Agent M. Vaughn From: Blank Subject: Thought you should know
Anonymous? What was this a joke? He knew it wasn't a virus control.
He clicked it open and saw a message that looked somewhat official. His curiousity got the better of him and he read.
Agent Vaughn I know you're not supposed to know this but I couldn't keep it to myself not when you're so torn and messed up.
So it was a friend obviously someone was looking out for him and had sent this courtesy message.
(message cont)
Two weeks ago Agent Sydney Bristow put in an "okay," for the mission concerning Project Christmas. Here is a copy of the order. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael made sure no one was looking opened the file.
He was shocked.
Sydney had been here, she hadn't been ill for two weeks. Will had lied to him.
He closed the file, hit delete before he read the last part of the message.
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As you can see, it's a standard mission, so you have nothing to worry about. The only thing that got me was it's not indicated anywhere of her approx return. So Mike, she has one more day before she goes off to who knows where and you won't get to see her till who knows when. So if you love her, tell her, because something even I can't grasp is going on, tell her before it's too late.
Anonymous ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael shuddered as his beautiful emerald eyes registered those horrible words.
One day? One day and she would be on her mission, the one that could drive her insane, the one he'd warned her so much about?
One day? He wanted to see her, yes he'd have had her in his arms five days ago if she'd let him. But they weren't talking and he had no clue where she was. If Sydney was going she'd probably be staying in a note and who knew how many hotels there were in Los Angeles.
Weiss appeared back in his seat, looking very mournful. "Hey Mike."
Michael didn't register Weiss was talking more or less sitting there for a few minutes. "Weiss."
"You read it?"
Michael nodded, scratching his head, rubbing his chin, his face, anything to keep from going crazy. But it as too late. Then Michael replayed the words in his head. "Wait Weiss, how did you know I read it?'
"I didn't say I knew what you read."
"Yeah, but you didn't even ask me if I was okay either. That's because you know, don't you?" then Michael gulped. "Y~you sent that e-mail didn't you?"
Weiss stared hard at Michael then gave in.
"Yeah, Mike. It was me who sent you that message."
"B~but, Weiss, on the CIA net? You could have gotten into major trouble, termination even," Michael reminded him, trembling because he was scared for his friend.
"Michael these two years have woken me up, watching you defy everything anybody said until you came to it yourself that you'd done all you could. You spend billions and what's an e-mail telling you the information you should know anyway? You and Sydney have shown me there's some things you've got to do and you do them without taking any crap from anybody. That love is worth breaking rules for, especially what you and Syd had and still have."
"Weiss, man."
"And I would break a rule or two for a friend and Mike, you're one of the best, I'm not going to sit here knowing the information that could change everything and watch you destroy your life. So do something about it. Find her and tell her you'll be praying and waiting to welcome her home," Weiss ordered him.
"Dang, Eric. When did you get so romantic?" Michael was in awe.
"Ugh! I am romantic. It's what I get for hanging around you guys!" Weiss groaned.
"Hey somebody when you meet a woman it's going to count," Michael chirruped as he logged of his account.
"Yeah, but we don't' need to discuss that because a woman for me is long off. I'm still young, there's things I want to do before I settle down," he claimed then shooed Michael out. "Get out of here, Michael, before my grouchiness wears off on you."
"I'm going, I'm going," he chuckled then got very serious as he said. "Thanks Weiss, for the e-mail, that speech. I think I'll be okay as long as you work in the next cubicle."
Weiss was visibly touched. "It was nothing, Mike."
But Weiss sat grinning, ready to tackle his next hours of work and Michael left grinning, for a moment trying to focus on the good things, not the bad things in his life.
`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Speaking of bad things.
Sean drove past Jessica's house, frowned and drove a little farther. He was there to see Jess but he didn't want to park at her house, not after she'd ruined things between him and Sydney Bristow.
So what was he doing here?"
He'd received a desperate phone call from a crying Jessica. Sean couldn't make out what she was trying to say so had made the mistake of saying he was coming over.
He got out of his car and headed back tot he house. Of course part of him wanted to believe Jessica wanted him there and had finally opened her eyes. And believe it or not, Sean was an extremely nice guy and because of the intense connection they'd once shared, he felt obligated to make sure she wasn't trying to kill herself.
And if that sparked a romance, so be it. Sean wanted Sydney even now more than ever after her aggressiveness but Jessica was no slouch either. He didn't even talk to his wife anymore. What was her name?
He tentatively approached the darkened house. It didn't seem anybody was home. But he was a vehicle parked there. He wondered, could Jess had found a way to make Michael return to her and could they be making love right now?
Sean quickly made that thought disappear. Nope, not even Jessica could make Michael turn away from Sydney.
But it was possible he'd assumed she was at home. Come to think of it, she oculd be anywhere.
He took a relieving sigh and knocked on the door, the best case scenario could be Jess either not home, waiting for him in sexy lingerie or making love to Michael. His showing up would probably shock him so bad he would go sterile. Sean entertained that thought as he knocked again.
Still no answer.
He was about to give up when he decided to give the doorknob a try.
It turned.
This was getting eerie, combine that with the chilly atmosphere and you had the scene of a main character moments before he discovered the person the character is looking for, dead, murdered or a result of suicide.
This face made his heart beat fast.
"Jess!" he hissed desperately. "Jessica!"
Sean had a split second to register a piece of chine was flying over to him, and this was no toss.
He ducked just in time, the china splattered against the wall behind him.
"Jess! Stop! Stop it Jess!" He ordered her, ducking the silver she was now slamming him, catching the ones he could.
"Don't tell me to stop it, you bastard!" Jessica shrieked. "You left me again and I'm not letting you get away this time! I'll kill you if I have to!"
Sean realized Jessica was thinking he was Michael and he had to correct him but she was crazy enough to seriously injure him.
Sean took a breath when he saw Jessica was approaching him. He was prepared it she tried anything. He was in the stance that would enable him to easily flip Jessica onto her back.
"Jess, you're not going to win! Don't do this," Sean pleaded with her.
"No, you're the one who's not going to win!" she corrected and charged him. She had an object in her hand and Sean didn't have time to figure out what it was.
"Jess, don't make me do anything I don't want to do," he warned her, bracing himself for Jessica's next move.
"Shut up! Another word and I'll make you forget Sydney ever existed."
Sean squinted and concluded the object in her hand was a hypodermic needle.
"No, Jess, you've got this all wrong!" Sean protested, trying to figure out how he could grab her without being plunged by the mysterious concoction in Jessica's grasp.
"No, you're the one who's wrong. And you're going to pay, Michael, you're going to pay!" she bellowed and charged at him. Sean concentrated on the needle as she grabbed her body and slammed her against the linoleum floor.
"Where's the cap for this thing?" Sean asked Jessica, now that he had the needle. She didn't reply. Sean got up , assuming Jessica was in shock and headed to the bathroom to dispose of it.
He returned and saw Jessica rise to her feet. "Jess, I'm warning you not to play with dangerous objects. Look what you almost did to me," he tsk tsked me."
"Sean, I didn't expect you to show up," Jessica argued, folding her arms. 'I thought you were my husband."
"But you called me," Sean reminded her but Jess' face showed she had no recollection of making that call.
"The only call I remember making is the one to Michael. I told you to come over? Why would I do that? I assumed we weren't talking, you haven't call in a month," Jessica pouted, flicked on the lights.
"We are. But you called me and you sounded really upset. I seriously thought you wanted to apologize to me, maybe make up for what you did," Sean sniveled, slapping his thighs. "But if you don't want me here, I'll leave. Excuse me for making such a big mistake of actually believing you'd take responsibility for your actions."
Sean turned on hell and opened the door.
"Wait Sean," Jessica pleaded. "I may not have called you or I have no recollection of calling you, but that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you."
Sean closed his lids, trying to believe what he'd wanted, coming over to her house could still happen.
He closed the door and locked it.
"The least I could do is talk to you since I haven't been able to talk to anybody these past few days," Jessica groaned as though she believed Sean would feel sorry for her.
"Mmm."
"I'm going to get some coffee, I'll meet you in the living room," she todl him.
Sean shrugged but headed to what looked like a living room. It was his first time in Michael Vaughn's residence and even though the couch looked and felt comfy, he had the overwhelming feeling he didn't belong here.
"Foldger's okay?" Jessica inquired as she set two mugs onto the coffee table.
"Irish cream?"
"No, Michael drinks it straight," Jessica lamented, clearly upset by mentioning his name.
"Should have known," Sean grimaced but took his cup. "I'll let it go this time."
Jessica flashed him a tired smile of thanks, took her cup and settled into an arm chair.
Sean was alarmed now that he could really look at Jessica. Her once gorgeous hair hung in unwashed strings around her pale face. Her eyes were rimmed with read, making her look a lot older than her age. It didn't take an x-ray to tell her heart was severely bruised. Her night gown hung loosely on her body and her breast bones were definite, indicating she'd lost weight in the month away from her husband
"Well I'm here, Jess," he broke in, breaking the silence. "Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Jessica didn't raise her eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" Michael had finally made my worst nightmare come true, he's gone back to Sydney!"
Sean could barely stiffle his giggle. Here he was, witnessing Jessica had, for once lost what she'd wanted and she looked extremely pathetic.
"Well what did you expect, Jess?" Sean cooed. "You knew from the day Sydney came back Michael will someday return to her. Sydney is sexy, smart~~~sexy. I even got over you because I wanted her so much."
Jessica glared at Sean. Her eyes screamed "that is not helping!"
"So that's your brilliant plan?" he teased, wearing an incredulous smile, taking a generous swig of coffee.
"I don't."
Sean choked on his coffee, not expecting the bluntness of Jessica's answer.
He didn't expect Jessica to say what she said next either.
"Sean, do you remember when you told me that you're indispensable? I've come to the conclusion you're not. I couldn't have gotten through half of the scams I pulled in college and high school if you hadn't been there to watch my back," Jessica confessed. "It took me ten years to realize it, maybe I'm not as slick and smart as I always thought I was."
Sean had told hold onto the armchair to keep himself from jumping in his seat. God, he felt like the miracle worker!
"Having admitted that, I'm going to admit this. I've tried every trick in the book. I don't' know what to do. Sean Gaskin, can you please help me get Michael back?"
"Why are you asking me?" Sean assailed. "I think you were doing pretty fine yourself with the make-him-forget serum. Although if you succeeded, you'd end up in the penatentry."
"I'm not joking anymore, Sean! I know I used to just date the hot guys and throw them away for the next one but this is different! Nobody will ever be Michael. Please Sean, I need your help. Tell me what I can do to make Michael want me. You wanted me before."
"Yeah, and keyword is "before," Sean stated firmly. "I don't' know what I can do. I would make Sydney jealous but we tried that and that didn't work."
Jessica nodded. "Okay, you're right, I screwed that up. But you're the Sean Gaskin that kept me from getting beaten up or in trouble with the police. You're my last hope for happiness," she needled him. "Please, Sean, I'll even sleep with you."
Sean studied Jessica with amusement. Man, that was the proof he needed, this woman was desperate and had he not been rejected by Sydney and changed, he might have considered taking on her offer. "Don't you think that will show Michael that you've moved on with me? Besides, am I good enough for you anymore?"
Jessica was concerned with the lack of confidence in his voice;
"Well, don't worry about that because I don't want to have sex with you anyway," Sean fired. "I wanted to sleep with Syd, but you can't make that happen, you're the one who opened your big mouth!"
"Sean, I was stuck. I didn't expect to be kidnapped by her, and I certainly didn't expect her to pull a gun!"
"Because she didn't," Sean shot back, angrily. "Besides, you're lucky you're alive and it's all because of her."
No! She couldn't go through this again.
"Well, since you buy those kind of stories, it doesn't surprise me that you're stuck again," he laughed menacingly. He finished the last bit of the coffee, set it down, then stood up.
"Sean, please, I need you. You're my only friend."
"Friend? Since when?"
"Sean."
"Jess, even if I had any idea how to help you, I wouldn't lift a finger unless you can get Sydney to come back to me, but we both know you don't know how to do that. So let's pretend we didn't have this conversation," he suggested and left Jessica.
And just to make things worse, all the lights went out when Sean slammed the door, leaving Jessica in a dismal darkness.
Okay! And on to Part XIII, which is going to change things! Last day for Syd in L.A, it's sure to affect a lot of lives, like Michael.hint hint! Let's hope Michael grows a brain, maybe I'll make that happen!
Lots of Love, Please Review!!!
Leo's L'il sista
