Disclaimer:
See the prologue
A/N: thanks so much for your reviews,
because I wasn't sure how good the Prologue was and I thought it
was extremely crappy. Thanks for making my day.
Chapter 1
Hallucination or reality?
Sydney's POV
f.
I thought. I tried different reasons in my head, trying to see which
one sounded more reasonable.
"Ummm, Syd?" Weiss asked.
"Oh,
it's about the mission. Sark-" I started.
"What did that
bastard with the freakishly good hair do to you?" Weiss pumped me
for information.
"He- uh, he, he bugged me on the mission. It's
nothing really." I lied.
"What did he do?" Weiss
persisted.
"He, uh, called me fat. I didn't think it would get
to me, but it's really been bugging me." I fibbed.
"Syd.
Your not fat. You know that. Your in better shape than most women I
know. Hell, your in better shape than me." Weiss comforted.
"You're a woman now?" I joked.
"You know what I'm
talking about." Weiss rejoined when his phone rang. He turned away
mouthing 'Vaughn.'
I nodded, showing that I understood and
turned to go back inside my house. I stopped dead in my tracks. There
in the shadows was a silent Sark. I sucked in my breath and closed my
eyes attempting to blink him away.
"Syd?" Weiss called
averting my attention.
"Yes?" I answered. "Umm…" I
turned back to where Sark had been, but he was no longer there.
"Are
you ok?" Weiss questioned concerned.
"yeah, what do you say,
we got get something to eat?" I proposed.
"Sure, whose treat?"
he asked.
"Mine." I answered, getting into my car.
"Wow,
I was going to order the cheapest thing on the menu, but now I think
I'll do quite the contrary." he joked before I lightly punched
him on the arm.
As I drove I wondered if I had only imagined him.
Turning on the radio, I turned it up, hoping to block the thoughts
form my head.
"Are you sure your okay?" Weiss asked, turning
down the radio.
"Yea, why?" I asked, eyes still on the road.
"Because you look like you've just seen a ghost" he
responded.
"Maybe." I whispered.
Weiss looked as if he
were going to pursue the conversation, but he dropped it soon
afterward.
"McDonalds." Weiss answered.
"huh?" was my
brilliant response.
"You asked where I wanted to eat. Seriously
Syd, you are losing it." Weiss told me. "Are you sure you wanna
go get something to eat?"
"Yea, and a cat scan." I mumbled.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Nothing." I answered, pulling into
the McDonalds. I pulled into the nearest empty parking space.
Grabbing my wallet, I deposited it in the back of my jeans. My pink
shirt got lightly whipped because of the breeze. Weiss looked a
little odd wearing a suit to McDonalds. I went and sat down at a
table while Weiss ordered with my money.
It took him about 5
minutes to return with our food because of the crowd.
"Are
suits all you own?" I joked. "you remind me of someone else who
always wears suits."
"Oh really, who?" he asked,
distributing our food.
"s-my dad." I lied, caught off guard.
"well thanks." Weiss joked.
"Hey, there's a soft side
to Jack Bristow that not many know about." I told him.
"I'm
sure there is." Weiss told me.
It didn't matter because my
attention was already diverted to the entrance and who had just
walked in.
Weiss glanced over and swore, " I swear I didn't
know he'd be here."
It didn't take him long to reach our
table. "Hey Syd, didn't expect you to be here." Vaughn greeted
with some floozy on his arm. "hey, did you meet my girlfriend,
Teresa?"
"No, I haven't had the pleasure. Are you sure she
can be here, I mean doesn't she have to been in school right now."
I retorted.
"umm, no actually, it's Teacher planning day."
the floozy answered.
Weiss's smile disappeared.
Teresa
flipped her golden blonde hair. Mascara displayed obviously on her
face. Her tanned complexion did wonders for it and the red lipstick
accented her lips. She wore an orange tank top and booty shorts.
"Can you excuse us please Teresa?" Vaughn asked.
"Sure."
Teresa answered, French kissing him.
I rolled my eyes at this as
Teresa walked away.
"Look, I know what you're thinking and
don't blame Weiss." Vaughn started.
"What! I'm not
blaming him! I'm blaming you and that little Twinkie of yours!"
I whispered.
"She is not a Twinkie." Vaughn
persisted.
"what? She is old enough to be my younger sister! She
is still in College! She is just barely old enough to drink!" I
persisted.
"She is 22 than you very much." Vaughn
added.
"Yeah, and your 35, BIG, difference there Einstein." I
retorted.
"Look, I don't really care what you think."
Vaughn told me.
"Excuse me," I got up, "but I've got to
use the bathroom." On my way to the bathroom I purposefully bumped
into Vaughn, giving him a deadly glare.
Weiss's
POV
"What is she doing here?" Vaughn asked me.
"Look,
you told me to meet you in 5 minutes. I wouldn't have had enough
time to ditch her. I'm sorry. Look, we'll just separate you, Syd,
and the Twinkie." I reasoned.
"Stop calling her that." he
whispered angrily.
"Sorry." I apologized with a sigh. "I
mean, it's getting harder and harder to do this. I can't have my
two best friends at each others throats. I mean you two used to be
frenching each other and now your like each other's enemy. I mean
seriously, do you know how hard it was to separate you two?"
"Well,
times have changed; hopefully for the better. I need your support for
this." Vaughn persisted.
Sydney's POV
I turned on
the water in the bathroom and scooped up some water with my hands. I
then started splashing the water upon my face. It was then that I
realized 'Come Clean' was playing on the radio.
"Let it wash
away my sanity…" Hillary sang.
I think it already has,
I joked mentally. Grabbing a paper towel , I dried my face. "Keep
it together, Syd." I murmured. I tossed the paper towel in the
trash before leaving the bathroom. I was heading back to the table
when I noticed a piece of paper on the ground. Bending down, I picked
it up and scanned it. It was a brochure to some all knowing psychic.
"What a bunch of crap." I muttered. For some reason, however,
I could not seem to put the brochure down. Instead, I tucked it away
in my back pocket, before continuing on to the table.
"Hey, your
back." Weis greeted.
"Yea, you know, I'm not really in the
mood to eat anymore. Could, Vaughn take you home? There's someplace
I would like to go." I told him.
"umm… sure. Well, have
fun." he called.
"thanks." I replied, walking out the door.
Unlocking and opening my car, I got inside, with a destination in
mind. "Ok Miss Bridget, you've got an hours, one I get there to
convince me. Maybe you can convince me I'm not crazy. If so, I hope
you can tell me what this is all about."
Sark's
POV
I bumped into an elderly woman holding brochures.
"I'm
sorry." I apologized to the woman who reminded me of my
grandmother.
"Tis, ok son. Here, take one of these." she told
me, handing me a brochure.
"Miss Bridget…" I read out loud.
A/N:Eh, not much of a cliffhanger, but what can you expect? I'm bored. Sorry, so comments? Please read and review. I promise, the story's getting better…
…blaming that
twinkie… this was inspired from Serving Sara where she says
"I'm
blaming you you Twinkie and that ass of a husband
of mine."
