CHAPTER.10:

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"Sydney?"

The green eyes are shocked, but then ice over. She stood up, papers in one hand and a gun in the other. She looks him over, smirks and shoots him in the right shoulder.

He doesn't fall, but he took a few steps backwards. She walked past him, and he grabbed her hand. She turned, and grabbed his hurt shoulder, digging her nails into his wound. Then she pushed him, he lost his footing and fell, she walked away. He heard her high-heeled footsteps for a few moments, before she was too far away.

"Are you all right?" Danny asked him, in the/through the com/m. Julian got up, the wound bleeding badly.

"No, off course I'm not all right. I got shot in my damn shoulder, and then she drove her nails into it. Then I fall on said shoulder. Does it sound like I'm all right?! Plus, that woman got the Rambaldi papers." Julian told Danny, pissed of and hurt.


Asya Derevko walked away from the wounded blonde man, smirking, and looking very happy. She got what she came for.

But when she reached her car, that mask fell away. She couldn't believe she shot him. Okay, just in the shoulder but still shot him. But what bothered her was this; what the HELL was he even doing there!!?

It's not like he wanted to shoot him, but he was CIA and they couldn't get these papers. Her mother wanted them, too.

She threw her jacket in the back seat, and pulled on a necklace she had under her shirt. It was a platinum heart pendant with a platinum cable chain and one round diamond (0.04 Carats) centered at the bottom of the heart. Julian had given it to her on her 18th birthday.


APRIL 17, 2004:

"Happy birthday, Sydney." Julian told her, as soon as she opened the front door. He gave her a small square, package. It was wrapped in shiny green wrapping paper and had some red string around it that came into a bow.

She smiled, and hugged him before kissing him. "Thanks. Wonder what it is. I can open it now, right?" She asked him, playfully as they headed to her room. When they entered, Sark was lying on the floor, chewing on a shoe.

"Hey! Give me that! Bad dog. Leave the shoes alone." Syd told the black lab, as she took hold of his collar and pulled him to the door that led into the garden. She opened it, and pushed the unwilling dog out into the garden.

"Sorry about that. He hasn't been totally trained. So, what do you wanna do today?" Syd asked Julian, as she went back to opening her present.

"I don't know. Just what ever you want." He told her, as they entered her room. It was a bit of a mess but not that much, just a few clothes.

She opened the box, and saw a beautiful heart pendant with her birthstone-a diamond-in the bottom of the heart. She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

"So, I guess you like it?" He asked her, smiling.

"It's great, but it must have cost a fortune. You didn't need to buy something like this. Where did you get the money?" Syd asked him, her arms still around his neck.

"My mom. She wanted me to give you something special. After all, you are the daughter of one of her oldest friends. So, where is everybody?" Julian asked her, as he sat down on her bed.

"Dad's on another trip, what a shock," Syd tells him, as she rolls her eyes. "And my mom went to get her sister, Katya. She's coming to stay for a few days. I don't like her; I think she's a bit creepy. Could you help me put this on?" She asked him, as she lifted her hair up after handing him the necklace.

He did that, and as soon as he'd closed the spring ring clasp, she got up from the bed and walked to her mirror. It was a beautiful mirror in a golden-painted frame that looked antique.

She came back, and sat down on his lap. She smiled, kissing him. His arms wound their way around her waist, pulling her closer. She nibbled on his crooked lower lip, and he laughed, pulling her down on the bed with him. "You are now my new favourite person." She told him, laughter in her eyes and voice.

"What, I wasn't before?" He asked her, going along with her joke. She had her head on his chest.

"No, that was my mom. Now you are." She smiled at him, looking up at his face, as she laughed.

"So, what do you really wanna do today?" He asked her, it was 11:30 AM on a Saturday, as she made circles with her fingers on his chest. "It is your birthday after all."

"My mom was going to do some stuff with her sister anyway after she picked her up. So, we've got the house to ourselves for a few hours." She cocked her head to the side lost in thought.

"It is strictly up to you; I aim to please."

She started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest softly on the way up. "I (kiss) want (kiss) you (kiss) to (kiss) make love (kiss, kiss) to me." She kissed him softly on the lips, and looked at him seriously.

"Sydney...are you sure?"

She started peeling away his shirt to reveal a smooth chest. "I want nothing more."

His mouth found hers, and their tongues dueled in a passionate dance as their clothes were stripped off. She was lying there on top of him, and he couldn't help but stare. "God, you're beautiful," and she started to blush. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I love you."

For the next two...


Asya was shook from her flashback, and put her necklace back under her shirt, when her partner entered the car.

"What took you so long?" She asked him, as he sat beside her mumbling, "What's wrong, honey?" She asked him, adding the honey in a teasing voice. The brunette still mumbling, as he picked at his left pants leg.

"Damn CIA. Some brown-haired guy knocked me out, and now I have a splitting headache. Did you get it?" He asked her, as she started the car.

"Yeah, piece of cake." She told him, before leaning over and kissing him, then driving out of the parking lot.


When Asya got home she looked nothing like the red haired woman that shot Julian. She had short blonde hair and grey eyes. She was so tired; she just wanted to give the papers to her mother and go to bed.

When she walked into the lobby, a little brown haired girl came rushing down the stairs and into Asya's arms. The girl was dressed in powder-blue PJ's with pearl white clouds. Some of the clouds had white cows with purple spots, that seemed to be eating the pearl white clouds.

"Hi, Yuli. Miss me?" Asya asked the little girl.

"Off course! Grandmom's no fun. I'm so glad you're home, Mom." Yuliana Derevko told her mother, as she snuggled closer to Asya.

"How was the trip, Asya? Did it go all right?" Irina Derevko asked her daughter, as she comes into the lobby from the same direction as Yuli had come from just a few moment's ago.

"It was a success. Here are the papers. Has Simon called? He took a different plane than me and you know how he tends to skip out on me." Asya told her mom, after handing her the rambaldi pages that she shot Julian for over, and rolled her eyes.

Irina saw that something was troubling her daughter, but before she could ask Asya what was wrong, Yuliana yawned and put her head on Asya's shoulder.

"I better get her to bed. Good night, Mom." Asya told her mother, as she started up the stairs.

Yulia lifted her head up and looked at her with sleepy blue eyes ; "Tell me about your old dog, Mom." She asked her mom, then yawning again.

Irina looked at her 27 year old daughter, carrying her grand-daughter up to her bedroom, as she told Yuli a tale from another life. Irina wished they hadn't had to run away, but it was just no longer safe there.


1995:

"Listen, sweetheart, one day we are going to have to leave this place. I don't know when, but we'll have to leave everything behind. Pets, friends, your father. When that happens, just pack what you can't live without. And you have to promise me not to tell anyone about this. All right?" Laura asked her 8 year old bundle of happiness.

Sydney stared at her mom, and nodded.

"I promise."


To Be Continued...

A/N: so, this took some time to write but I finally finished it. Thanks so much to landi104 for writing that last bit of the '17 April' flashback. Kinda saved me. :D

Chapter 11 is finished, kinda but I still have to type it up and such. I'm also having some troubles with the wireless net, so I might not get online as much as usually.

Please, leave a reply. They make me happy, writey and motivated. :p :d

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