High School

by : Dru

A/N : Okay the italics at the begining is the end of pt.1 of chapter 13 : truth. I'm so sorry that this took so long and I hope that at least someone is still intrested in reading this fic. So, I hope you enjoy and again, sorry for the long delay.

Right now this is un-beta-ed, so all grammar and spelling errors are totally my fault.

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"Finally. Now all this drama aside, I really need that watch you have. Because as soon as this elevator opens I'm out of here." Syd told him, as she slipped her pendant into one of the pockets of her blazer. It had two, at the front, just deep enough to hold her necklace.

"No. You can't have that. I need it. I have a job too, you know. Equally important. I'm not giving it up without a fight." He told her, even though he was well aware that all this time she had been pointing his own gun at him. It just hadn't crossed his mind somehow to try and overpower her and get the gun. He had just wanted to know what had happned to her. He had his back to the elevator doors now, maybe not such a smart idea.

She was really close to him now, she looked up over his shoulder, over the elevator doors and saw that they were getting closer to her exit-floor.


Chapter. 13, Part.2 : Hurt

Suddenly before he knew it or could do anything about it, she pulled him into a kiss. A very deep kiss, that for a few moments Julian felt himself return. He heard this distant 'DING!' that probably meant the elevator had reached it's destination and stopped, but he didn't pay it much attention.

Sydney opened her eyes, she had slipped her hands into his pocket, got the watch, slipped it into her pocket and looked over his shoulder. There stood Simon, with a perplexed look on his face. Then she remembered why she was kissing Julian, and since he had his hands on her waist, she punched him in the stomach and he kneeled over from that unexpected blow to the gut.


PRESENT:

Knew the signs

Wasn't right

I was stupid for a while

Swept away by you,

And now I feel like the fool.

"So, she punched you and got away with the watch you had gotten before her? And she did that by kissing you" Francie asked him, as she looked at her fianceƩ with a pissed of look in her eyes.

"Well, yes. She did it to distract me." He told her, even though he thought it sounded insane as he said it.

"Well, I think maybe you're not over her. Hell, you were never over her. I was kidding myself when I thought you actually loved me enought to get married to me. You only stopped fully brooding a few years ago and you still brood a lot, though." She told him, as she looked at him with hurt in her eyes.

So confused, my hearts bruised,

Was I ever loved by you?

"Fran, you know I love you. And really I would marry you. I want to marry you. She's not a part of my life. She hasn't been for the last 9 years. You hav..." He telling her, trying to plead with her when she looked from the flowers to him with unshed tears in her brown eyes.

"But, Julian, you have a 9 year old daughter with her. And you know you want her and not me, for christ's sake, you still have her dog." Fran told him, pointing to the closed bedroom door where Sark was sleeping on the bed.

Out of reach, so far,

I never had you heart,

Out of reach, couldn't see,

We were never meant to be.

"That was just so that Jack wouldn't put him to sleep or something. He never liked her dog. I'm just keepin him untill Sy..." He almost finished saying when he sees the flowers end on the floor, around them water and a broken vase. He looks up at the now standing Francie, shocked.

"You see, you might have convinced yourself that you love me, but deep down your still waiting for her to return. I'm sorry, Julian, but I can't marry you. You know, I love you and all but I think I deserve someone who loves me and wants to marry me, and not just because my best friend up and left. Leaving you behind with me, the second prize." She told him, as she picked up the broken blue glass vase.

"Your not a second prize." He told her, almost under his breath, but she heard him and looked up. But as she did that she didn't notice a sharp edge on one of the broken pieces and cuts herself by accident in the palm.

Catch myself from despair,

I could drown if I stay here,

Keeping busy every day,

I know I will be okay.

She drops the piece, it just breaks into more tiny pieces, and goes to the kitchen to get something to stop the blood from leaking from her palm. She practically jerks her hand away from Julian, when he took her injured hand to see it, and that made the blood drip over the edges of her hand, the blood making little red dots on their floor.

"Don't. Don't be all nice and like nothing is wrong. Everything is wrong now. I'll just get some clothes, go to Jaci Adam's place and get the rest of my stuff when your on your next mission." She told him, her voice breaking as she put on the make-shift bandage of a clean washing cloth.

But I was ?

So confused, my hearts bruised,

Was I ever loved by you?


THE NEXT DAY : Jaci and Adam's kitchen

"So, anyway I was thinking that we should hold a bridal shower for Lauren. It's only a week away. They've been engaged for 2 years, and just now getting married." Jacinthe Marceline told Francie, who was decorating the cake for the twins (Chris and Sara) birthday. All four kids, Chris Sara, Ryan Emma, were at their grandmothers while Jaci and Francie got everything ready.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want. She's your friend." Francie told her, with little intrest about it, as she licked some frosting of her left thumb.

"Come on, What's wrong? You just suddenly showed up yesterday, clutching a bloody washingcloth in your hand. No explenations. You know, you can trust me." Jaci told her, putting down the gift she had been wrapping.

Out of reach, so far,

I never had your heart,

Out of reach, couldn't see,

We were never meant to be.

"He has a kid, you know? 9 years old." Francie told her, after 10 minutes of her just standing by the sink and looking out the kitchen window that looked over the backyard that had a swingset, green-green grass the white picket fence.

"What? who? Julian?" Jaci asked the woman who had become a trusted friend after Sydney disappeared all those years ago, leving one of her childhood friends broken hearted.

"Yeah. (sad laughter) Her name's Yuliana. You know, just like Julian. Just the feminine, and russian, version of the name." Francie told her, as she took of the apron that had a penguin cooking on the front.

Out of reach, so far,

You never gave your heart,

In my reach, I can see,

There's a life out there for me.

"With who did he have this kid with?" Jaci asked, not connecting the two. Sydney leaving 9 years ago and Julian having a 9 year old daughter. It had been 7 years since she had requested a job that didn't require her going on missions. She didn't like the idea of risking her life when she had a son at home, waiting for her. But she did miss it sometimes, but she felt the risk was even higher now. With four children now.

"Who do you think?" Francie asked, bitter. They were doing the final touches, as Adam went to get the kids. He was a teacher, and besides doing that this saturday, he had to grade some papers and stuff.

"Sydney? Is that why she left? Then why didn't her dad go with her?" Jaci asked, confused. If that was the reason she and her mother left, then why didn't her dad go too?

"Actually, I don't think that's the reason. I think it was just a fluke or something. She seems to be working for someone that wanted to get the same thing that the CIA wanted and she played a very dirty trick on Julian to get it." Francie told her, as she picked up the cake and walked towards the fridge.

"What trick? Is that why you came here? I know you guy's had a fight, but you've had a few and you've always gotten back together. Is it diffrent this time?" Jaci asked her, as Francie finished putting the cake in the fridge and turned to face her.

"She kissed him, stole the watch and then punched him in the stomach so it left him breathless because it was totally out of the blue. I came here cause it's finally over. We're not getting back together again. I won't be a second prize any longer." Francie told her, as she started to tidy up around where she had been decorating the cake.

"Then why are you still wearing your engagement ring?" Jaci pointed at Francie's ring, a platinum and diamond one.

"Well, I had just yet to take it off. My finger is going to feel very naked without it though." She told her, and before they could talk about it more the front door was opened.

"Mom, we're home!" Shouted Emma, Adam Jaci's oldest daughter. She had her father's red hair and her mother's grey eyes.

"Don't play with that ball insi..." Jaci was telling Ryan, one of the twins, as said soccer ball landed with a crash ontop of a closted and knocking down a glass statue of a horse. Glass went everywhere. Thank god it was basically on the other side of the room, where none of the kids had been sitting.

"I'll go and get something to clean it up with." Francie told Jaci who was already picking up the biggest pieces, and Adam who was leading the kids to where they were going to eat desert since they had already eaten the cake.

"Thanks, Fran. There's a broom in a closet, in the kitchen. Shouldn't be that hard to find." Jaci told her, as she tip-toed around the remains of a childhood birtday gift from her parents. It had been for her 9th birthday, the year before they moved from France to America and she met Julian. But somehow it didn't upset her that much that the thing broke, she had never had a good relationship with her parents and didn't care that much about anything they gave her. Might sound harsh, but that was just how it was.

Francie had been looking through the damn closet for what seemed forever, when she decided to go and find Jaci. She turned around and saw a person digging through the freezer. A blonde, male person.

Jaci came into the kitech, a soory look on her face and the broom Francie had been going insane over, looking for it. She froze right there, in the doorway, when she saw Francie looking at the back of Julian's head.

"Umh, Fran? I'm so sorry, but I found the bro..." Jaci was saying, as Julian's head snapped up and out of the freezer. Wide, alert blue eyes and and hands filled with ice cream containers.

"Adam asked me to get the desert for the kids." He told Jaci, who was still slightly frozen in the doorway, "How are you?" He asked Francie, stupidly, as he looked at her bandaged hand.

"You fully well know how I feel!" She muttered, at him, twisting her engagement-ring around on her finger before removing it and walking towards Julian. As she passed him, she put the ring in his hands. Making him drop the ice cream.

She walked to Jaci and took the broom. Jaci went after, but not before shooting a scathing look in Julian's direction. Francie was gonna clean up that mess, and then she planned on going to the guest bedroom she had stayed in last night and sulk, but when she got there, the mess had been taken care of, so she just went straight to the bedroom and the sulking in some comfy clothes (a T-shirt she had once stolen from Julian, black sweats and thick, red socks).


Russia :

Syd and Yuli were watching the Simpsons on DVD, season 1, when Irina walked in and Syd looked up from the Tv took see what she wanted.

"Sydney, could I talk to you for a minute, outside?" She asked her daughter, who had already stood up and was looking at her questioningly.

"Sure, Mom. What's wrong?" Syd asked, as she stepped outside her bedroom, dressed in her old and worn green T-shirt she had stolen long before Francie stole one of his grey T-shirt.

"Someone told me that you had called Julian. Left a message on his answearing machine. Why?" She asked Syd, who looked her straight in the eyes and looked just like her mother. Not backing down. Neither of them backing down.

"He finally figured out who I was, took him long enough. I just wanted to say 'sorry' to him. That wasn't going to hurt." Syd told her, bitingly saying each word coldly to her mother.

"That was stupid. Revealing who you were, you are aware off course that he's CIA?" She told her, adressing her daughter like she's an idiot or something.

"Off course, I know. If not why the hell would I be meeting him on all these recent missions?" Syd told her, rolling her eyes. "And don't you suggest he could have been working for K-direcorate or the alliance, something like that. Vaughn worked for SD-6. The snowman almost killed him, I stopped Noah from killing my ex-boyfriend." She reminded her mom, as she looked out the window at the in-serious-need-of-a-trim-Tree being bathed in rain.

"Yes, I remember and no, I wasn't going to say something like that. And didn't you kill Agent Vaughn, in the end?" Irina asked her, as she tilted her head to one side and smirked.

"No, actually, we were fighting and he fell on Noah's ice pick. Anyway, that mission was a success anyway, so why are you bringing that up now? It's been 5 years. It was my first real overseas-mission without you." Syd asked her, as she sat down on a window-sill and leaned her forhead against the cold window.

"No, actually you brought it up. It's your way of getting away from things you don't want to discuss." Irina told her, sitting down near her and looking at her daughter as Syd looked out into the night. "But really, Sydney, you shouldn't have left that message." She told her, sighing a little. Sometimes she thought her daughter was still 19.

"But I still miss him and Yuli doesn't even know who he is. Don't you think she should know her father? I had mine for 19 years. She's only met him once, and he had no idea who she was. Mom, isn't that unfair to her?" Syd asked her mom, turning away from the window and looking into Irina's eyes trying to make her understand.

"It is, but it's not like she was ever meant to happen." The words were out of Irina's mouth, before she could help it. Sydney looked like she had been punched in the stomach.

"What? Mom? How could you say that about your own grand-daughter? What, was I never supposed to happen, either or was I just apart of your mission? Snag a important CIA oppertive and get knocked up." Syd asked her, spitting out the last words.

"No, you were a happy mistake. You know I love you and Yuli, but I exspected you to get pregnant later in life. Not at 19. I never liked him before, and I sure as hell haven't grown to like him since he as you said 'knocked' you up." Irina told her, as she stood up and looked down on her daughter who was sitting there shocked.

"I. HATE. YOU." Syd bit out, as she stood up and looked at her Mom, before she went inside her room where Yuli was still watching the Simpsons and laughing unaware of what was ahppening outside the bedroom. Syd went in, locked her room and went back to watchin the simpsons, crying softly.

"What's wrong, Mom?" She asked, looking up at her Mom with crystal blue eyes sparkled with curiosity and sadness. Her mom hadn't cried in a long time.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. You know, you look so like your father. I swear that one day you'll get to meet him, Yuli." She told her, as she hugged her 9 year old daughter.

"Yeah, I know. You've told me like 1000 times before. Can we finish watchin the simpsons now?" Yuli asked, as she wriggled herself free from her mom's slightly smothering hug.

"Yeah, sure. But then you need to go to sleep." She told the brunette, as she snuggled down beside her and focused her eyes on the TV again.

"Aren't you going to sleep too?" Yuli asked, eyes still on the Tv.

"No, not yet. I have some things to do, but as soon as I'm done I'll wake you up." Syd told her, as she smoothed Yuli's hair down and kissed her forhead.

"Why, what are you going to do?" Yulia asked, looking up at her mom.

"Like I said, nothing important. So, just finish this disc and go to sleep, Yuli." Syd told her, as she stood up and moved to open the window a bit since the rain was over.


Three Hours Later :

Syd shook her daughter, and as Yulia opened her eyes she saw that it was starting to lighten up in the sky. She truned around and saw all their bags packed.

"Mom, are we going on another vaction?" She asked, as she sat up in bed and reached for the clothes Syd had put near the foot of the bed.

"No, were just leaving here. Where do you want to go? Italy, Spain, Greece, Ireland?" Syd asked her, as she closed the window and sat down on the bed as Yuli got dressed.

"I want to see my dad. Can we go see him? Do you know where he is?" Yuli asked her, as she finished putting on her socks.

"I don't know, honey. That's might be a bit difficult. You know, with our life and all." Syd told her, looking at anything but her daughter.

"Is this because he's this CIA-thing and you work for grandmom and this CIA doesn't like her?" Yuli asked her mom, who whipped her eyes up to Yuli's face.

"What? Yuliana derevko-lazarey, were you spying on us earlier?" Syd asked her confused girl, and yes, she used Julian's last name because it was his daughter too.

"Well, maybe but only cause you were talking kinda loud and all. Also I had the Tv on mute." Her daughter started out seriously, but was smirking in the end.

"Really, and why was the Tv on mute?" Syd asked, rolling her eyes at her too-like-her-father-for-her-own-good-daughter.

"Isn't it obvious, so I could hear you better." Yuli told her, laughter sparkling in her light-blue eyes.

"Come on, we bettter get moving before someone wakes up." Syd told her, as she picked up some bags and Yuli picked up her bags.

Irina watched her daughter and grand-daughter driving away, as the sun was starting to come up, from her bedroom window with tears in her eyes. Unshed though, off course.

She knew that she had driven her daughter to do this and Sydney needed to do this. When she was ready, she'd come back. It's not like she could just waltz in where Julian worked and say 'hey, I want to be good now. So, how can I get a job here because my daughter's father works here and I really want to stay close to him now.' Actually though, if she was convincing enough she might pull something like that off.


To Be Continued...

A/N : So, what do you think? Please, tell me. I'm almost reveiw/reply deprived. lol. Anyway, it's finaly finished and it only took a few months. I finished this at 05:47 am 3.02.2005 while on Tv was playing Hellboy with the creators commentry. Man, I'm gonna be tired and ugh, work. :doh: Why do I do this to myself? I know, cause I write best at night and when I get going I have to use it 'till the last drop because if I take a break and decide to do ti later, it's gone.

Anyway, Please! review or reply depends if your on or sd-1. Or send me an e-mail if your on my freewebs-webpage for this fic. I'll try and update sooner the next chapter.

The lyrics are from the song Out Of Reach by Gabriella. It's in Bridget Jones's Diary and I have it on DVD and sometimes have it on repeat while writing something cause it's a comfy movie to have in the background.

Next chapter : a family reunion. Beware, I plan on having it fluffy and just probably all-around nice for most of the chap.

Dru, bloody tired but feeling a bit accomplished for finally finishing this damn pt. 2 of ch.13. :D :P