Chapter 14 : Want
Disclaimer in the first chapter
It's not as fluffy as I thought it would be and all errors my fault.
Tom was looking forward to his shift being over, so that he could go home and well, do nothing important. He just wanted to watch some TV, eat, go to sleep. He didn't live a very exciting life. He looked up from the ground just in time to see a beautiful, young woman come up to him with a big but kinda smile on her face.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" The doorman asked the black haired woman, dressed in a red summer dress.
"Well, do you know what apartment Julian Lazarey is in? You see, he's my brother and I want to surprise him since we haven't haven't seen each other in a few years, and I've never been here before." She told the middle-aged doorman, with heavily accented english.
"Well, I'm not supposed to tell people such info. Doyou have any ID's that say your his sister or something?" He asked her, a bit troubled. She only smiles at him and hands him a passport.
"I just came from Greece." She told him, to explain the carry-on bag and passport, smiling. He looked at the passport that said 'Anya Lazarey' Born : 10-11-1984. He looked up from the picture of her with brown hair and she again smiled ; "I just dyed it before coming here. I like to change my hair color often." He looked down again for a second, before handing it over to her again.
"Thanks." She told him, with a shy smile now. She stuffed it into her overflowing purse.
"He's on the fourth floor, apartment seven." He tells her, smiling at the polite young lady.
"Thanks so much. Please, can you say nothing to him when he gets home. You know, no need to ruin the surprise." She told him, grinnning. She seemed to be such a carefree person, he thought. How he wished he had her spirit. Not that he wanted to be female, no, just her spirit. He chuckled slightly at his insane mumbling in his mind.
"Sure, miss. My lips are sealed. But do you have key?" He asked her, since this was her first time here and all.
"Yes, I do have one because you see, when he moved here he sent me a copy of his key. So, if I ever came here I didn't have to wait for him to get home or something silly like that. But thanks for asking." She told him, as she showed him her key.
"Okay, then I just hope you and your brother have a good reunion." He told her, giving her a warm smile of his own.
"Me too." She told him, as she toyed with a necklace that had a star on it.
L.A CIA HQ :
"So, they told you to take some time off, huh? Because of Syd and that watch?" Danny Hecht asked Julian, when he returned from Devlin's office.
"Yeah, Mr. Bristow suggested it and off course, Devlin listened to him and not me." Julian muttered, as he got ready to go home.
"That sucks, man. Does he still hold a grudge against you for datin his daughter?" He asked Julian, who was looking for his car-keyes.
"Probably blames me for her disapparance and all." He told Danny, totally pissed of about the whole thing though not showing it. Jack acted sometimes like it was Julian's fault that his wife and daughter went missing.
4th floor, 7th apartment :
She opened the flat with the key she got sent and as she opened, Sark came running to see who it was. First he compleatly stopped, looked at her with his ears up and tail still. She smiled at him, got down on one knee and scratched him behind one ear. That got the tail moving and everything moving. He was glad to see her.
"Hi, there. It's been a few years since we saw each other, huh? Is Julian taking good care of you?" She asked, as she stood up and put away her bag. Then she sat down on the couch and motioned for him to come closer.
"I need to take a shower, but I want to surprise him. Can you bark real loud when he comes home? So, I can keep quiet." She asked him, looking into his excited face. His answear was to put his front paws on her lap and lick her face. She just laughed, and pushed him down to the floor.
Julian walked up to his apartment building and gave the doorman a small smile. The doorman smiled back, but like he knew something Julian didn't.
He took the lift, when he came to his apartment door and was about to open the door, he heard sark bark. He probably just wanted to get out or something. Julian was just going to change into some nicer clothes, comfy ones instead of the suit he wore to work today, and then go to the store to get something to eat. He'd take sak with him.
She finished her shower only a few minutes before Julian got home. She was just getting dressed and such when Sark barked. She waited for Julian to leave, before she opened the bathroom door. She was now dressed in hip-hugging jeans, a green T-shirt and black flip-flops.
-What am I to you?
Tell me baby true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue-
Norah Jones's 'what am I to you?' was the first thing Julian heard, as he opened the door and walked in with sark in his leash. Then he smelt something good in the kitchen.
The day before : Italy
"So, did you get the key I sent you?" Anya asked her.
"Yeah, just arrived this morning. Thanks so much, again. I would have totally understood if you wouldn't have. Because I know I hurt him." Syd told his sister, on the phone.
"Hey, it's okay. It's not like you wanted to leave or anything. Just don't hurt him again. You only get so many chances, you know. But besides that, how's mom treating you and Yuli?" Anya asked her, who was packing some stuff into a carry-on bag.
"Oh, I know she'll spoil her rotten once I'm gone. She always does." Syd said smiling, but she understood why because it wasn't everyday Valeriya got to see her grand-daughter Like Irina who they had off course lived with the last nine or so years.
"Sydney?" He asked, shocked, as he saw her in the kitchen. She turned around from the past she was cooking and started again to scratch Sark behind one ear. She looked up at Julian, smiled and stood up.
"Hi, Julian. You in the mood for pasta?" She asked, as she washed her hands in the sink before returning to the cooking.
"Do you see anything wrong with this picture?" He asked her, as she chopped up some vegtables.
"Wrong?" She asked, with this sparkle in her brown eyes. If she hadn't changed much in the last nine years, that sparkle meant she was about to laugh.
"Yeah, wrong. You cooking. And in my kitchen, lik you belong here. Like you didn't disappear years ago. And can you actually cook?" He asked her, as she was now putting two plates on the kitchen table.
"Why would you assume I can't cook?" She asked, as she put some on each plate. "Okay, so it's pre-made and just re-heated souce and all. Didn't make do much cooking. Only thing I made from scratch was the salad." She told him, as she put the salad between the plates. The bag of groceries he had put on the floor next to the fridge forgotten.
"What are you doing here, Sydney? How did you even get in? Did you break in?" He asked, as they started to eat. Hey, he wasn't not going to not eat. He was hungry.
"I want you to come see your daughter. And no, I didn't break in. I used a key." She told him, smirking as she put some salad on her plate. He was looking at her, like he couldn't believe she was really there.
"Is that a T-shirt of mine? I was wondering what happned to that one." He told her, as she pointed his fork with some past on it, at her T-shirt. "And by the way, then where is Yuliana and where in the hell did you get a key?" She just smiled at him and rolled her eyes.
"It WAS your T-shirt, I stole it 9 years ago." She told him, taking her first bite of pasta. "Yuli's with her grandmother, and your sister sent me her key. That reminds me, the doorman that was here when I arrived thinks I'm Anya. Do I really look 21?" She asked him, smiling sweetly.
"Yes, you actually do a little bit. Especially with the long, blonde hair and all. Though I preferred the brown color." He told her, kinda thinkin this was all a bit weird and dream like. Because how often had he dreamt of a scene kinda like this with her? Them in the kitchen, making plesant small talk over dinner.
"I have to ask you this : Fourth floor, Seventh apartment? Please, tell me that wasn't intentional, cause that's so lame." She told him, as she pointed her fork at him, playfully.
"That was an accident, I swear. I actually didn't think about it untill now. You left her with Laura? And have you been talking to my sister?" He asked her, because how could Anya been talking to Syd when Syd had been 'lost' for years? Had she known something he didn't?
"Who do you think wanted your father dead? She probably hated him more than you, and off course; she told me she off course hated him for what he did to you." She told him, calmly, as she continued eating. "And no, I didn't leave Yuli with my mom.I left her somewhere else.Like I said, I want you to come with me to see her. She asked if we could visit you, I told her it'd be complicated, but I want her to see her father at least once. Now, are you going to come or not?" She asked, getting a bit worked up, as she swept a blonde lock behind her ear.
"Off course, I already said I'd be there. Wait, you said grandmother but you but you didn't leave her with Laura? Did you leave her with MY MOTHER? She hasn't seen or heard from you in years and then you just put her in care of Yuliana?" He asked her, getting more and more confused.
"(sigh) Didn't you hear a thing I said earlier? Your. Sister. Had. Your. Dad. Killed!" She told him, like he needed everything spelled out for him.
"What? Anya did not have him killed. Why would she?" He told Syd, as she just rolled her eyes at him.
"Yes, she had him killed. Valeriya asked my mother to have someone kill him because Anya asked Valeriya, and off course, mom put her best person to it. Me." She told him, smirking. "Nothing but the best for age old friends." She said, dramatically and then chuckling a bit. Julian was get more and more freaked out by the minute.
"So, let me get this straight. You slit my father's throat because you're your mothers best what, assasin?" He asked her, looking for confrimation before goin on. She just nodded her head. "And since that seemed to be no problem to ask for, I assume she's know where you three were all these years." He told her, and again she just nodded before saying;
"Yep, that's pretty much it. He didn't remember me. Was all 'You were Julian's girlfriend? What do you want with me? I haven't talked to him in years.' So, I told him what I wanted with him. He was easy." She told him, her face looking like it was lost in a memory.
"Jesus christ, what did your mother do to you?" He asked, shocked, because he couldn't imagine 19 year old Syd turning out like this without a little outside help.
"Ever heard of Project : Christmas?" She asked him, looking straight into his eyes. All sobered up and sad.
"Yeah, me and Danny researched that for a while. How do you know about it?" He asked her, they hadn't found anything majorly important and it had been put on hold for later.
"I'm one. You know, Project : Christmas kid. Well, not exactly like that but very similar. Mom used it on me. I never had a chance. And I'll never get away from this life." She told him, this defeated broken look in her eyes.
"I didn't know, I'm so sorry. But what do you mean, you can't get away? Off course you can. You just tell your mother you don't want to do this anymore." He told her, and she just laughed at him. Her fork, with the last of her pasta, falling to the floor.
"Your joking, right? I can't tell her I quit. She might be my mother; gives me space and all, but do you seriously think she's going to let me go? I know, that's not going to happen." She told him, her voice mocking him in the end.
"I'm sure she would understand if you talked to her." He told her, again she just rolled her eyes and picked up her finished plate. Put it in the sink, and then asked ; "Are you finished?" as she pointed at his half-eaten meal.
"Umh, yeah." He told her, as he stood up and picked up the plate. Dumping the rest in the garbage, and then the disc in the sink. As he turned around, she stood really close to him.
"You see, you really don't know my mother. You just remember that teacher-facade of hers." She told him, before walking away again, into the living-room, annoyed. He'd never get it.
"All right, lets drop the subject and talk about something else. Like why is your hair wet?" He asked her, he had noticed it when he walked into the kitchen, but he had put it aside for the moment because of the shock of seeing her there.
"Isn't it obvious? I took a shower." She told him, like she did that all the time and her taking a shower there wasn't the slightest bit weird.
"You...took a shower?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, I had spent how many hours on a plane and then some time with this black haired wig. And in this heat? I didn't wanna get smelly." She told him, as she took out the norah jones CD and instead turns on the radio.
-and how can i
stand here with you
and not be moved by you
would you tell me
how could it be
any better than this-
To Be Continued...
A/N : This update didn't even take 2 weeks. Aren't you glad? lol. I am, and the replys really helped so thanks.-hugs her reviewers- My muse has finally decided to let me write what I want to write. lol :p sorry, hyper. -blush- I'm gonna go start writing ch.15 now. Don't know when that one will be up and sorry there wasn't much fluff like I said there'd be.
Lyrics from norah jones's cd 'feels like home' and lifehouse's everything (don't know what cd)
-Dru
