Total Vaughn Lover The Other Side of the Story
Season II Part V
"Follow me," Agent Loren said to Sydney and the rest of the gang when the van they were in came to a stop in a secluded corner which was still in close vicinity with the huge white building that was the hospital.
Sydney stretched her arms out and gently rolled her neck around. She looked down at her attire of a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. They were all dressed in casual clothes. Apparently in this hospital, procedure was not to change into uniform until about five minutes to the beginning of the doctor's shift, in other words they couldn't very well walk in there with surgical scrubs on.
Hill and Cowell were the first to leave. Sydney followed right after them. She gave them both a glance, each in turn returning her smile. She was glad that Cowell had decided to break away from Camden without making a scene. It was the first moment of fresh air Sydney had been able to take since they'd left the CIA field office. Camden and Cowell had unfortunately been seated next to each other for reasons that alluded her and all they'd done was bicker like high school kids on a field trip.
"Okay, everyone all here," Hill inquired as he double checked him. "Wonderful. All right, Agent Loren, you take Cowell and me to see reception. We'll want to get on a good note with them so they'll want to cooperate with the Central Intelligence Agency for once in their life," he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he instructed his female friend.
"Um~~~I think I should be with Bristow," Cowell piped up suddenly which made all the agents give him a look. "As I am her handler," he added sheepishly. His facial expression actually said, "leave her with Camden and you'll have a very unhappy handler on your hands!"
Hill didn't even consider it for a second. "No~~~you need to come with us, for Sydney's benefit. You need to get her paper processed so she can get in to see Lansing," he explained with a haughty grin. He then turned to Camden and Bristow who were already standing next to each other. "Camden can take Bristow to the surgical ward. We will meet up at our designated rendez-vous point, "the doctor's lounge," on the South End.
Silence followed that comment and Hill, their designated ops guy turned drill sergeant for the present mission began to look irritated.
"Did anybody hear me, or was I talking to myself?"
"We heard you," the agents individually reassured the quick-tempered Agent Hill.
"Right, does anyone not understand what they are doing?"
No one made a peep.
"Excellent. Let's proceed. Agents, you have a walkie talkie on you, use it though only in the case of an emergency. I do know that they were charged back at HQ but check into it frequently by doing a test call to make sure they are working," Hill spouted. Loren took Cowell by the arm and checked his for him.
Hill looked over at Camden who was looking shyly at Sydney. "Camden, I trust you remember how to get there."
Camden animated the moment he heard his name being called. "Yes, I do."
He grinned at the two agent then went back over to his team, pushed through Cowell and Loren then strode through the front doors to the hospital. Sydney was just about to follow them when Ethan grabbed her elbow.
"Nah. We're going to go through the emergency bay. It's the closest entrance to the CIA-affiliated sector of the building," he informed her and then took hold of her walkie talkie. "May I?"
Sydney smiled as she handed it over, trying not to look like she's just been humiliated by that goof. She didn't know why but she was so nervous to be around Camden that she thought she'd be lucky if she remembered her alias and not mess up her cover up.
"Seems to be in order," he reported as he handed the object back to Sydney who swiftly put it back into her pocket.
An awkward silence.
"So, are you feeling okay?" Ethan blurted out suddenly as they paced around to the other end of the building which consisted of going through an alley way so half the time they were staring at their feet, making sure they knew what they were stepping on. "I have a shot of mophine with me if you start getting any pain."
He got no answer.
He rose an eyebrow Syd's way when he saw what she was doing. "Syd? I guess you're a bit preoccupied with note cards."
"Oh~~~" Sydney stammered with a flustered expression. "It's my alias. I~~~I'm so nervous I didn't think I could remember who I'm supposed to be. I always carry a note card in case I get a brain fart." She kept her eyes trained on the card, trying to commit: "Dr. Dawn Schroeder, Surgeon, specialized in gastro and cardio and spinal procedures, graduate of Yale, married to Dennis Schroder, two kids," to her memory.
Ethan looked very uncomfortable and she was sure she knew why.
"Syd~~~I can't help but think that you're uncomfortable around me, that you're intentionally trying to avoid my gaze."
Sydney didn't stop walking.
"Syd, I called him."
She froze. He knew she would. She slowly turned to face him. "W~when?"
"Today. Right after you left the room," he replied and then let out a nervous chuckle. "I was dialing the number before I knew what I was doing. I~~~I guess I had to know it was him."
"W~was it?" she asked gently as she pulled him off the side, away from the ambulances that were pulling in and going back out.
"Y~yeah," he exhaled, a smile lighting up his face. "I could tell the moment I heard him answer the phone. It was good o'l l'il bro Mike."
Sydney felt a smile overcome her features and did nothing to suppress it. "That's great. How did he react to hearing you? He must have wondered when you have been all these years."
Ethan's smile faded. "Actually, I didn't say anything," he admitted, looking suddenly very sad. "I didn't know what to say."
Sydney gave him a look to tell him she understood.
"I mean, I wanted to say something, I did. I would have liked nothing more than to have told him, "yeah, I'm Jason Gorzo, that freak who helped you bring down "The Rapture," and I acted like a freak because I wanted to tell you you're my brother and I just didn't know how." There was another paused before he let out a tired sigh. "But~~~I couldn't."
"No~~~no! Ethan, you can't do that. You've got to tell him you exist, thirty years is enough of you two being apart," she chided him, her voice getting shrill and for a second she wondered if it had been loud enough to attract the attention of by standers. Fortunately nobody turned their way.
"I almost did~~~Until he realized I was Jason Gorzo, which I don't know how. And I can't begin to explain how unhappy he sounded. He was disgusted, and that's putting it nicely, Syd. He probably hates me."
She gave him a sympathetic glance. Then folded her arms as she thought of how to help this kind man, and only because he reminded her strongly of someone she was in love with.
"Do you want me to call Vaughn and get his story on why he doesn't like your former alter ego?"
"No, that's a bad idea. One, you didn't know about Jason Gorzo since he never told you. And so if he gets a call regarding him so soon after receiving a call from who he thinks was Jason Gorzo, he's going to immediately assume that you're in my company, then he might think you're in danger."
"Why?" she demanded, suddenly, backing up. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to be standing so close to him.
"Because knowing Vaughn, he's going to think I'd want to get revenge on him, who wouldn't after how he left me? It wasn't a nice good bye."
Sydney agreed. She looked into his eyes and didn't see any danger there. Maybe it was really Vaughn just having issues with letting go of the past. Ether way Sydney wanted to reunite the two brothers, this means she needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Ethan, I really want to help you out but I don't' think I can yet. I think there's more to this than you're telling me."
"There probably is."
"W~Would you be willing to tell me about it? I know we're not friends but you are the brother of my husband," Sydney put in, careful not to push.
Ethan's forlorn expression broke a grin. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" he then paused for another moment before he took hold of Sydney's hands. "Agent Bristow, I really appreciate the thought, you seem to understand how important this is to me. I~~~I will definitely think about it. Give me a few hours to mull it over. I don't~~~really, talk about the time I spent with the Rapture. Most people just hear the name and freak out."
"Like when anybody ever finds out my mom is Irena Derebko," Sydney quipped.
"Yeah~~~" he said, trying to sound like he wasn't freaked out by that revelation. "Something like that."
They shared another awkward silent.
Finally it was Sydney who spoke up.
"Well, I take dinner at about seven but I'll settle for the moment this mission is over," Sydney hinted. "I actually have an appetite today, Usually that medical stuff wipes me out."
"Um~~~Okay. I'll get back to you on that," he replied, amazed by her understanding and persistence.
"Good, you do that," she told him then went through the emergency bay doors. Camden trailed a few feet behind. He knew why his brother was in love with her, he had to be careful not to be attracted to her himself.
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"So you must be the genius colleague we've been waiting for."
Sydney just stared, fumbling with her labcoat from anxiety. It wasn't until Dr. Camden took her hand that she stopped trembling.
"You are Dr. Schroeder, correct?" the chief resident clarified as if he thought he'd made a mistake.
"She is," Ethan confirmed before there could be a moment of hesitation. "She's just a bit nervous."
"That would explain it," he shrugged then glanced from Sydney to Ethan and then back. "I guess that you two must know each other from somewhere else, might explain why you're comfortable with holding her hand."
Sydney and Ethan stared down at their hands and blushed. "Uh~~~Yeah~~~we met at~~~" he glanced at her for a second then replied, "college," at the same time Sydney blurted out, "internship."
"W~well, you two do go way back. I hope that there isn't any bad blood between you two, romantic relationships gone bad not only ruin great friendships but make working together hard."
"Actually, I'm her brother-in-law," Ethan cut in, wearing a smile. "She's married to my brother."
"The worst kind," he grimaced. "And your brother approved of how close you two are?"
"She's like a real sister to me, doc. I'm not seeing her behind my brother's back."
"It happens, Dr. Camden. You just seem to have saved more brain cells than some of your peers who have done exactly that." He smiled at Sydney. "I expect your man is an excellent person. I'm very fond of Camden, you're in good hands. There's nothing to be nervous about Ms. Schroeder."
"W~where is Dr. Ruhter?" Ethan put in then, for some reason anxious to get away from the resident.
"Waiting for you at surgery I believe," he informed him, the color draining from his face. "You're here to see him?"
"Yes."
"Can I ask why?"
It finally hit her that this doctor knew something was up with Dr. Ruhter, though if he knew he was CIA was unclear! And this nice Christian-based doc was probably against anything that included cunning or act of deceit.
"Dr. Camden!"
Ethan turned his head and grinned. "Dr. Ruhter, we were just talking about you."
"Nothing bad I hope. I was starting to get worried that you'd gotten lost," the short, blond fifty-some surgeon complained. "Can I go ahead and take it from here?"
"Suit yourself," he snarled, "you always do."
Dr. Ruhter nodded to him, not listening to a word he said. "Why don't you two come with me."
The three beckoned a good bye then went through four hallways and a few secrets door ways till they came to a big metal door. A security device that identified the agent by finger print stood next to it.
Sydney watched as Dr. Ruhter pulled off his hand, or actually a slip of skin like material that covered his regular hand prints. But the bigger surprise was when he pulled out his face that happened to be a life-like mask. Underneath was a boy who didn't look over fifteen.
"C~Camden! T~that's a boy!"
"Excuse me, I'm a teenager," the boy shot back, clearly offended. He slapped his hand down against the device to be identified. He went through without a hitch.
The door unlocked with a huge click.
"All right guys, let's go in," he sighed, looking less than enthusiastic as he went through the door. Syd was so stunned that Ethan had to literally drag her through the door.
They reached another odor and Dr. Ruhter stopped to snatch a clipboard hanging there and began reviewing it. Meanwhile she decided to peek through the window. David Lansing was lying in there, just like she'd pictured in her mind.
"That's not David Lansing," Ethan informed her, feeling her unasked question.
"It's not? B~but she looks just like him!" Sydney gasped, a hand flying to her mouth.
"True, but that's because he's a clone," the teenage boy informed her. Sydney had to bite her lip to keep from saying what she was thinking inside which was along the lines of, he was too young, he needed to respect her, little boys should be seen and not heard.
"I'm a clone too."
Sydney glared back at him, so sure she had to have heard him wrong. "W~what?"
"Oh, haven't been formerly introduced have we? I'm Frank Ruhter, youngest agent in the CIA, first clone I believe," Frank replied then held out his hand to her. "I am a cone of the great former agent, Agent Davis Ruhter. His lifetime job was working out the nooks and cranies of Project Christmas, but unfortunately he met his end by being killed by the tumor himself, fifteen years ago. Hence I was created."
"O~Oh." Sydney leaned against the door and put a hand to her forehead. She felt a horrendous headache coming on, threatening to ruin her eating plans.
"They did use the technology they used to create Francie Calfo's double, but that doesn't mean they were all made evil," Dr. Camden pronounced as they moved into a room that looked identical to that of a doctor's exam room.
"Okay, Agent Bristow, if you can kindly change into this" Dr. Ruther requested, holding a gown out to her.
"You've got be kidding me," she groaned, her eyes flashing angrily at both doctors sitting in the room, one which she was beginning to trust. "I thought we were going to rehearse the procedure that is going to be performed on Lansing. Unless you are doing it on me."
"Now really, did you think the CIA would put a knife in the hand of somebody who doesn't know how to use it?" Frank chuckled, amused by Sydney's naiveness. "No, you're strinctly going to observe the procedure, we only made you a doctor because if not you wont' have access to half the places we need you to go to. Your job is basically to make sure the sample makes it to the right hands, and to make sure no one find out what happened. To~~~to put it quite frankly Agent Bristow, we're extremely worried about you. The tumor hasn't formed in you yet, and it should have, by now. Unless it's a different strain and then we're in trouble."
"W~Why are you so sure that I've been affected?"
"Because you're a project Christmas candidate, hell you're a Project Christmas treasure, it would make sense. But if my intel is correct, you've been under session of exploration and nothing has shown up on your results."
"That is correct," Camden told Ruhter who nodded thoughtfully, checked over her chart then finally looked like he knew he was going to do something.
"Well I think we're going to do what we did to Lansing when we couldn't find the tumor. I'm going to draw some liquid from your spin and see if I can't find a reasonable explanation to this," Dr. Ruhter replied. "So if you can go change."
Sydney gave a reluctant sigh, promising herself to curse Kendall and went over to the curtain to change. She returned about five minutes later, just wanting to get it over with. She was promptly asked to sit on the table.
"You did complete blood work and the reacting of the tissue samples?" Dr. Ruhter demanded taking hold of Camden's papers.
Camden nodded,
"Okay, I'm going to try something different. Does she have an hour to crash?" he inquired of the agent who pulled out his walkie talkie.
"Yeah, give me a second to get in contact with Hill," he told them and put a quick call into the other agents. "Yeah? Perfect. So she can't get in till six anyway. Wonderful. Yeah, talk to you later. This is "Deception," signing off."
Ruhter and Sydney both gave him an expectant glance, Syd however more reluctant than the doctor.
"She's good. Let's go ahead and do it."
"Great," he beamed then sat down and talked to Sydney. "Okay, first off, I'm going to plough into the scar, there should be a certain swelling in there. We're going to drain that and then like I said ealier, we're going to perform a spinal tap. After those two things are done, go ahead and take her to Lansing."
Ethan acknowledged him with a frown then he laid Sydney back a little as he pulled up her gown. He then very gently removed the bandage then her hands against the table.
"What's going on?" Sydney whispered, not comprehending Ethan's actions.
"Don't look Syd," he warned her, looking remorseful. "I've watched him do this a few time and since he's good at what he does, it's going to be really quick. But~~~it's going to hurt like hell."
Sydney's eyes widened when she saw the long silver rotating probe in Dr. Ruhter's hands. "Y~you're going to let him do what with that?"
"Don't look Syd," he repeated as the doctor stabbed the humming instrument into the scar then probed around for a few seconds before he worked it through a hard wall of throbbing skin.
She didn't look, her eyes were too blurred by tears.
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Total Vaughn Lover
Season II Part V
"Follow me," Agent Loren said to Sydney and the rest of the gang when the van they were in came to a stop in a secluded corner which was still in close vicinity with the huge white building that was the hospital.
Sydney stretched her arms out and gently rolled her neck around. She looked down at her attire of a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. They were all dressed in casual clothes. Apparently in this hospital, procedure was not to change into uniform until about five minutes to the beginning of the doctor's shift, in other words they couldn't very well walk in there with surgical scrubs on.
Hill and Cowell were the first to leave. Sydney followed right after them. She gave them both a glance, each in turn returning her smile. She was glad that Cowell had decided to break away from Camden without making a scene. It was the first moment of fresh air Sydney had been able to take since they'd left the CIA field office. Camden and Cowell had unfortunately been seated next to each other for reasons that alluded her and all they'd done was bicker like high school kids on a field trip.
"Okay, everyone all here," Hill inquired as he double checked him. "Wonderful. All right, Agent Loren, you take Cowell and me to see reception. We'll want to get on a good note with them so they'll want to cooperate with the Central Intelligence Agency for once in their life," he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he instructed his female friend.
"Um~~~I think I should be with Bristow," Cowell piped up suddenly which made all the agents give him a look. "As I am her handler," he added sheepishly. His facial expression actually said, "leave her with Camden and you'll have a very unhappy handler on your hands!"
Hill didn't even consider it for a second. "No~~~you need to come with us, for Sydney's benefit. You need to get her paper processed so she can get in to see Lansing," he explained with a haughty grin. He then turned to Camden and Bristow who were already standing next to each other. "Camden can take Bristow to the surgical ward. We will meet up at our designated rendez-vous point, "the doctor's lounge," on the South End.
Silence followed that comment and Hill, their designated ops guy turned drill sergeant for the present mission began to look irritated.
"Did anybody hear me, or was I talking to myself?"
"We heard you," the agents individually reassured the quick-tempered Agent Hill.
"Right, does anyone not understand what they are doing?"
No one made a peep.
"Excellent. Let's proceed. Agents, you have a walkie talkie on you, use it though only in the case of an emergency. I do know that they were charged back at HQ but check into it frequently by doing a test call to make sure they are working," Hill spouted. Loren took Cowell by the arm and checked his for him.
Hill looked over at Camden who was looking shyly at Sydney. "Camden, I trust you remember how to get there."
Camden animated the moment he heard his name being called. "Yes, I do."
He grinned at the two agent then went back over to his team, pushed through Cowell and Loren then strode through the front doors to the hospital. Sydney was just about to follow them when Ethan grabbed her elbow.
"Nah. We're going to go through the emergency bay. It's the closest entrance to the CIA-affiliated sector of the building," he informed her and then took hold of her walkie talkie. "May I?"
Sydney smiled as she handed it over, trying not to look like she's just been humiliated by that goof. She didn't know why but she was so nervous to be around Camden that she thought she'd be lucky if she remembered her alias and not mess up her cover up.
"Seems to be in order," he reported as he handed the object back to Sydney who swiftly put it back into her pocket.
An awkward silence.
"So, are you feeling okay?" Ethan blurted out suddenly as they paced around to the other end of the building which consisted of going through an alley way so half the time they were staring at their feet, making sure they knew what they were stepping on. "I have a shot of mophine with me if you start getting any pain."
He got no answer.
He rose an eyebrow Syd's way when he saw what she was doing. "Syd? I guess you're a bit preoccupied with note cards."
"Oh~~~" Sydney stammered with a flustered expression. "It's my alias. I~~~I'm so nervous I didn't think I could remember who I'm supposed to be. I always carry a note card in case I get a brain fart." She kept her eyes trained on the card, trying to commit: "Dr. Dawn Schroeder, Surgeon, specialized in gastro and cardio and spinal procedures, graduate of Yale, married to Dennis Schroder, two kids," to her memory.
Ethan looked very uncomfortable and she was sure she knew why.
"Syd~~~I can't help but think that you're uncomfortable around me, that you're intentionally trying to avoid my gaze."
Sydney didn't stop walking.
"Syd, I called him."
She froze. He knew she would. She slowly turned to face him. "W~when?"
"Today. Right after you left the room," he replied and then let out a nervous chuckle. "I was dialing the number before I knew what I was doing. I~~~I guess I had to know it was him."
"W~was it?" she asked gently as she pulled him off the side, away from the ambulances that were pulling in and going back out.
"Y~yeah," he exhaled, a smile lighting up his face. "I could tell the moment I heard him answer the phone. It was good o'l l'il bro Mike."
Sydney felt a smile overcome her features and did nothing to suppress it. "That's great. How did he react to hearing you? He must have wondered when you have been all these years."
Ethan's smile faded. "Actually, I didn't say anything," he admitted, looking suddenly very sad. "I didn't know what to say."
Sydney gave him a look to tell him she understood.
"I mean, I wanted to say something, I did. I would have liked nothing more than to have told him, "yeah, I'm Jason Gorzo, that freak who helped you bring down "The Rapture," and I acted like a freak because I wanted to tell you you're my brother and I just didn't know how." There was another paused before he let out a tired sigh. "But~~~I couldn't."
"No~~~no! Ethan, you can't do that. You've got to tell him you exist, thirty years is enough of you two being apart," she chided him, her voice getting shrill and for a second she wondered if it had been loud enough to attract the attention of by standers. Fortunately nobody turned their way.
"I almost did~~~Until he realized I was Jason Gorzo, which I don't know how. And I can't begin to explain how unhappy he sounded. He was disgusted, and that's putting it nicely, Syd. He probably hates me."
She gave him a sympathetic glance. Then folded her arms as she thought of how to help this kind man, and only because he reminded her strongly of someone she was in love with.
"Do you want me to call Vaughn and get his story on why he doesn't like your former alter ego?"
"No, that's a bad idea. One, you didn't know about Jason Gorzo since he never told you. And so if he gets a call regarding him so soon after receiving a call from who he thinks was Jason Gorzo, he's going to immediately assume that you're in my company, then he might think you're in danger."
"Why?" she demanded, suddenly, backing up. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to be standing so close to him.
"Because knowing Vaughn, he's going to think I'd want to get revenge on him, who wouldn't after how he left me? It wasn't a nice good bye."
Sydney agreed. She looked into his eyes and didn't see any danger there. Maybe it was really Vaughn just having issues with letting go of the past. Ether way Sydney wanted to reunite the two brothers, this means she needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Ethan, I really want to help you out but I don't' think I can yet. I think there's more to this than you're telling me."
"There probably is."
"W~Would you be willing to tell me about it? I know we're not friends but you are the brother of my husband," Sydney put in, careful not to push.
Ethan's forlorn expression broke a grin. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" he then paused for another moment before he took hold of Sydney's hands. "Agent Bristow, I really appreciate the thought, you seem to understand how important this is to me. I~~~I will definitely think about it. Give me a few hours to mull it over. I don't~~~really, talk about the time I spent with the Rapture. Most people just hear the name and freak out."
"Like when anybody ever finds out my mom is Irena Derebko," Sydney quipped.
"Yeah~~~" he said, trying to sound like he wasn't freaked out by that revelation. "Something like that."
They shared another awkward silent.
Finally it was Sydney who spoke up.
"Well, I take dinner at about seven but I'll settle for the moment this mission is over," Sydney hinted. "I actually have an appetite today, Usually that medical stuff wipes me out."
"Um~~~Okay. I'll get back to you on that," he replied, amazed by her understanding and persistence.
"Good, you do that," she told him then went through the emergency bay doors. Camden trailed a few feet behind. He knew why his brother was in love with her, he had to be careful not to be attracted to her himself.
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"So you must be the genius colleague we've been waiting for."
Sydney just stared, fumbling with her labcoat from anxiety. It wasn't until Dr. Camden took her hand that she stopped trembling.
"You are Dr. Schroeder, correct?" the chief resident clarified as if he thought he'd made a mistake.
"She is," Ethan confirmed before there could be a moment of hesitation. "She's just a bit nervous."
"That would explain it," he shrugged then glanced from Sydney to Ethan and then back. "I guess that you two must know each other from somewhere else, might explain why you're comfortable with holding her hand."
Sydney and Ethan stared down at their hands and blushed. "Uh~~~Yeah~~~we met at~~~" he glanced at her for a second then replied, "college," at the same time Sydney blurted out, "internship."
"W~well, you two do go way back. I hope that there isn't any bad blood between you two, romantic relationships gone bad not only ruin great friendships but make working together hard."
"Actually, I'm her brother-in-law," Ethan cut in, wearing a smile. "She's married to my brother."
"The worst kind," he grimaced. "And your brother approved of how close you two are?"
"She's like a real sister to me, doc. I'm not seeing her behind my brother's back."
"It happens, Dr. Camden. You just seem to have saved more brain cells than some of your peers who have done exactly that." He smiled at Sydney. "I expect your man is an excellent person. I'm very fond of Camden, you're in good hands. There's nothing to be nervous about Ms. Schroeder."
"W~where is Dr. Ruhter?" Ethan put in then, for some reason anxious to get away from the resident.
"Waiting for you at surgery I believe," he informed him, the color draining from his face. "You're here to see him?"
"Yes."
"Can I ask why?"
It finally hit her that this doctor knew something was up with Dr. Ruhter, though if he knew he was CIA was unclear! And this nice Christian-based doc was probably against anything that included cunning or act of deceit.
"Dr. Camden!"
Ethan turned his head and grinned. "Dr. Ruhter, we were just talking about you."
"Nothing bad I hope. I was starting to get worried that you'd gotten lost," the short, blond fifty-some surgeon complained. "Can I go ahead and take it from here?"
"Suit yourself," he snarled, "you always do."
Dr. Ruhter nodded to him, not listening to a word he said. "Why don't you two come with me."
The three beckoned a good bye then went through four hallways and a few secrets door ways till they came to a big metal door. A security device that identified the agent by finger print stood next to it.
Sydney watched as Dr. Ruhter pulled off his hand, or actually a slip of skin like material that covered his regular hand prints. But the bigger surprise was when he pulled out his face that happened to be a life-like mask. Underneath was a boy who didn't look over fifteen.
"C~Camden! T~that's a boy!"
"Excuse me, I'm a teenager," the boy shot back, clearly offended. He slapped his hand down against the device to be identified. He went through without a hitch.
The door unlocked with a huge click.
"All right guys, let's go in," he sighed, looking less than enthusiastic as he went through the door. Syd was so stunned that Ethan had to literally drag her through the door.
They reached another odor and Dr. Ruhter stopped to snatch a clipboard hanging there and began reviewing it. Meanwhile she decided to peek through the window. David Lansing was lying in there, just like she'd pictured in her mind.
"That's not David Lansing," Ethan informed her, feeling her unasked question.
"It's not? B~but she looks just like him!" Sydney gasped, a hand flying to her mouth.
"True, but that's because he's a clone," the teenage boy informed her. Sydney had to bite her lip to keep from saying what she was thinking inside which was along the lines of, he was too young, he needed to respect her, little boys should be seen and not heard.
"I'm a clone too."
Sydney glared back at him, so sure she had to have heard him wrong. "W~what?"
"Oh, haven't been formerly introduced have we? I'm Frank Ruhter, youngest agent in the CIA, first clone I believe," Frank replied then held out his hand to her. "I am a cone of the great former agent, Agent Davis Ruhter. His lifetime job was working out the nooks and cranies of Project Christmas, but unfortunately he met his end by being killed by the tumor himself, fifteen years ago. Hence I was created."
"O~Oh." Sydney leaned against the door and put a hand to her forehead. She felt a horrendous headache coming on, threatening to ruin her eating plans.
"They did use the technology they used to create Francie Calfo's double, but that doesn't mean they were all made evil," Dr. Camden pronounced as they moved into a room that looked identical to that of a doctor's exam room.
"Okay, Agent Bristow, if you can kindly change into this" Dr. Ruther requested, holding a gown out to her.
"You've got be kidding me," she groaned, her eyes flashing angrily at both doctors sitting in the room, one which she was beginning to trust. "I thought we were going to rehearse the procedure that is going to be performed on Lansing. Unless you are doing it on me."
"Now really, did you think the CIA would put a knife in the hand of somebody who doesn't know how to use it?" Frank chuckled, amused by Sydney's naiveness. "No, you're strinctly going to observe the procedure, we only made you a doctor because if not you wont' have access to half the places we need you to go to. Your job is basically to make sure the sample makes it to the right hands, and to make sure no one find out what happened. To~~~to put it quite frankly Agent Bristow, we're extremely worried about you. The tumor hasn't formed in you yet, and it should have, by now. Unless it's a different strain and then we're in trouble."
"W~Why are you so sure that I've been affected?"
"Because you're a project Christmas candidate, hell you're a Project Christmas treasure, it would make sense. But if my intel is correct, you've been under session of exploration and nothing has shown up on your results."
"That is correct," Camden told Ruhter who nodded thoughtfully, checked over her chart then finally looked like he knew he was going to do something.
"Well I think we're going to do what we did to Lansing when we couldn't find the tumor. I'm going to draw some liquid from your spin and see if I can't find a reasonable explanation to this," Dr. Ruhter replied. "So if you can go change."
Sydney gave a reluctant sigh, promising herself to curse Kendall and went over to the curtain to change. She returned about five minutes later, just wanting to get it over with. She was promptly asked to sit on the table.
"You did complete blood work and the reacting of the tissue samples?" Dr. Ruhter demanded taking hold of Camden's papers.
Camden nodded,
"Okay, I'm going to try something different. Does she have an hour to crash?" he inquired of the agent who pulled out his walkie talkie.
"Yeah, give me a second to get in contact with Hill," he told them and put a quick call into the other agents. "Yeah? Perfect. So she can't get in till six anyway. Wonderful. Yeah, talk to you later. This is "Deception," signing off."
Ruhter and Sydney both gave him an expectant glance, Syd however more reluctant than the doctor.
"She's good. Let's go ahead and do it."
"Great," he beamed then sat down and talked to Sydney. "Okay, first off, I'm going to plough into the scar, there should be a certain swelling in there. We're going to drain that and then like I said ealier, we're going to perform a spinal tap. After those two things are done, go ahead and take her to Lansing."
Ethan acknowledged him with a frown then he laid Sydney back a little as he pulled up her gown. He then very gently removed the bandage then her hands against the table.
"What's going on?" Sydney whispered, not comprehending Ethan's actions.
"Don't look Syd," he warned her, looking remorseful. "I've watched him do this a few time and since he's good at what he does, it's going to be really quick. But~~~it's going to hurt like hell."
Sydney's eyes widened when she saw the long silver rotating probe in Dr. Ruhter's hands. "Y~you're going to let him do what with that?"
"Don't look Syd," he repeated as the doctor stabbed the humming instrument into the scar then probed around for a few seconds before he worked it through a hard wall of throbbing skin.
She didn't look, her eyes were too blurred by tears.
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