Mystifying Mermaid
Cadet
Chapter One: Mommy's Here
"Mom?" Sydney choked out.
"Oh, Sydney, darling, how beautiful you've grown! Oh, dear, you're tied to this chair! Who did this, Sweetie?," asked Irina worriedly.
"Maybe the guy who knocked me out," Sydney shrugged.
"Somebody knocked you out? Who? And is that dried blood on your cheek?" Irina said worriedly, hovering over her daughter.
"An asian guy. And he hit me on the chin when I..." Sydney trailed off, then burst into tears suddenly.
"Oh, sweetie, let it all out! Now, I'm gonna get you out of this rope, okay? Then you're gonna tell your mom what's wrong, got it?" Irina questioned, and began untying the ropes binding her daughter.
"Okay,"Syd sniffled.
Irina had untied all the ropes and she was shocked by what she saw. Here was her daughter, who she hadn't seen for over 20 years, wearing a few scraps of leather and mesh.
"Sydney, sweetie, did you dye your hair blue?" asked Irina patiently.
"No," Sydney replied meekly.
"What are you wearing? I can't believe Jack let you wear that! I mean, I've never seen that much skin, and I was a lingrie model for Victoria's Secret when I was your age!" Irina shouted.
Sydney giggled. Then the giggle became a full blown snort. The snort became a guffaw. Pretty soon, Syd was rolling on the floor, but then Syd seemed to realize something and stopped.
"Ewwww! I did not need that visual, Mom! That's just wrong!" Syd said in playful disgust.
"How about you come with me, sweetie. We'll get you all cleaned up, okay?" Irina said kindly.
Syd got up off the floor and followed her mother to her room. Her mother cleaned the wound on her chin, remarking that this guard would meet with "Suit and Glasses" and lose his job. Then Irina let Syd pick out her own outfit. Syd picked out a pair of jeans, a black halter top, and a pair of white tennis shoes. She put them on and her mother grabbed her clothes and shoved them in a bag with her wig.
"Now will you tell me what's wrong?" Irina asked sweetly.
Syd opened her mouth and was about to speak when a figure swung down from the air vents.
The familar figure landed gracefully. It then proceeded in yelling, "SYDNEY!!!!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey, did ya'll like that? Who is the mysterious figure? Why was Sydney crying? What will Sydney do after she leaves her mom? What happened to Vaughn? Did Dixon report Sydney? Did Emily Die? What will happen to Will? And what is Jack's role in all this? Find out next time (or the time after that) on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Two: Restablished Romance
"Hey, Dad," Syd said calmly.
"Hey, Honey," Jack replied easily.
"I have waited almost thirty years for this." Irina said in a low voice.
Jack whipped around and saw Irina. To say he was shocked was an uderstatment. His "dead" wife was standing directly before his eyes!
"Hello, Honey. My the years have treated you well, eh, Jack?" Irina said circling Jack.
Jack stared at her for a moment, transfixed. Then a thought came to him, he hadn't gotten any action in forever! He would not even consider Barnett, that psycho-----! Besides, Sydney and her... her...Michael had enough against protocol relationships for the whole family. He was Jack Bristow, and NO BODY was good enough for him! But, Irina would do, after all, she was the mother of his daughter and she was totally hot!
"Laura...Irina...You do not look so bad yourself," Jack spluttered.
Irina blushed.
"Thanks, Honey. You know that you can call me Laura, right?" Irina replied shyly.
"Ummm, yeah," Jack stumbled over his words.
Jack then pivoted so he was facing Sydney.
"Go find Vaughn," was all Jack uttered.
At the mere mention of Vaughn's surname, Syd burst into tears.
"But, but, but...I don't know where to look," Syd blubbered, crying on the leather duster that she just happened to be wearing.
"Sweetie, is that his jacket?" Jack asked interestedly.
"Yes," came Syd's meak reply.
"What a gentleman..." Irina sighed.
With that, Syd started crying again. Jack turned to Irina.
"Where is Khasinau keeping the men that were involved in the flooding of the Circumfrence?" Jack barked to Irina.
Irina chewed her lip. She thought for a moment.
"Probably in the upstairs office," Irina replied finally.
"Syd, you go. I'll stay here with your mother, okay?" Jack ordered.
Jack shooed Syd out the door. Irina locked it. After this was done, Irina was all over him. She pushed him against a table and kissed him passionately.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Irina said breathless from the kiss.
"Probably as long as I have," replied Jack panting for breath.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What will become of Jack and Irina? Will Sydney save Vaughn from the wrath of Khasinau? Where is Will? Do you care? What about all the other cliffhangers? And where the heck is Sark? All these questions and more will be answered next time on...Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Three: The Kiss
Sydney ran down the hallway. She reached the door to the club and opened it. She attempted to weave through the crowd. A man reached out and grabbed her.
"Hey, Sweet Momma, you looking for a good Honey Dog?" the man slurred in Taiwanese.
Syd wrenched her arm free from the man's grasp. She rubbed her arm to try and rid it of the smell of alcohol. Then, she smacked him across the face.
"I remember you. I tried to dance with you but, your boyfriend pushed me away. Well, he's not here now and that won't stop me from making you mine!" the Taiwanese man said drunkenly.
"Oooh! You're asking for it now!" Syd said, temper flaring.
"What are you gonna do, report me?" the Taiwanese man taunted.
"I'm going to defend myself, of course!" Syd shouted in perfect Taiwanese.
The unintelligent man merely laughed. Syd kicked him hard in the stomach. He flew backward into a wall and crumpled to the floor. Syd then flipped backward several times, did a roll in the air, and landed on her feet on the narrow spiral staircase. She ran up the stairs. When she reached the door, she took out a lockpick and soon the door opened.
She raced in and hid behind a gurney.
If anyone had looked they would have seen a blur speed behind a gurney. Syd saw a gurney next to her. It had an automatic switch to make it move. She set it to high, noiselessly moved it to the middle of the hallway, and turned it on.
Khasinau was about to use the scalpel on a certain Vaughn, but he heard the commotion, and therefore went to check on it. He ran past Syd's hiding place. Syd grabbed the bar and used it to flip herself onto the top of the gurney. Then, grabbing the other bar, she flipped herself from a crouch to an upright position. She raced down the hall, looking at the bodies. Then she saw Vaughn. She ran to his side.
"Vaughn," Sydney pleaded.
"Sydney," Vaughn mumbled in his sleep, because he was dreaming about her.
"Vaughn," Syd said hopefully.
Vaughn was waking up a bit.
"Syd," Vaughn moaned.
"Khasinau's coming," Syd warned.
Vaughn's eyes still did not open. Syd thought for a moment. She had to do this. Anything to wake him up, she shrugged.
Syd slowly leaned over Vaughn. She got closer and closer until she was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His forehead wrinkled. She had wanted to do this for so long. Kiss away his worries, she thought. Too bad his worries are mostly me.
Syd leaned in, closed her eyes, moved closer and closer and...................................kissed Vaughn's forehead.
That of course woke Vaughn up. Vaughn saw his angel leaning above him. She was still kissing his forehead. He smiled a giddy grin, feeling like a schoolboy who had just kissed his first crush. He came back down to Earth.
"Khasinau's coming," Vaughn replied.
Syd snapped out of the haven she was in and moved away, a sheepish grin on her face. She must have kissed him for a minute or something. In reality, it had been 5 minutes, but all that mattered to her was the fact that he was there, alive, and she had kissed him.
She unfastened the belt trapping him against the table, her fingers brushing his bare flesh, and pulled the blanket off of him.
"Here, you need a shirt," she said, handing him the jacket she had worn.
"Thanks," was his jovial remark.
They sped out the door. Syd slid down the bannister and landed in Vaughn's arms. He spun her around.
They ran through the club. Vaughn pushed the drunk man away again. They ran to where Syd's mother was. They saw a note on the door. It said:
Dear Sydney,
Make yourself at home in the room next door. There is a working fridge,clothes for you and Mr. Vaughn, a bathroom, a king sized bed, a t.v., and many other things in there to keep yourself amused. Have fun!
Love,
Mom & Dad xoxoxoxoxo
"Sweet," Sydney mused.
Syd and Vaughn entered the room. Syd started crying. Vaughn, who had removed the jacket, but Syd didn't know that, hugged her.
Syd looked into his eyes and a strange feeling came over her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What strange feeling came over Syd? What's going to happen between her and Vaughn? What are Irina and Jack doing? Where is everyone else? Tune in next time on...Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Four: Uninhibited
Syd started rubbing her hands purposefully across Vaughn's bare chest. Vaughn was astounded. Something was not right about this. A second ago, they had been hugging in a more platonic manner, and now she was...what? Vaughn was shivering. Not because he was cold, but because Syd was touching him in THAT way.
"Syd, what are you doing?" Vaughn asked curiously.
"I think we both know what I'm doing, Mike," Syd whispered seductively in Vaughn's ear.
"Syd, WHY are you doing this?" Vaughn asked, with a bit of fear in his voice.
"Why are you not pleased with this?" Syd countered.
"Sydney, this isn't you," Vaughn said, delibrately changing the subject.
"Maybe I'm just more me than I've ever been," Syd said angrily.
"Syd, you shouldn't..."
"I know how I feel, but how about you?" Syd questioned, interrupting Vaughn.
"Syd, you're sick, you need to get help," Vaughn pleaded, purposely evading her question.
"DO YOU WANT ME OR NOT?" Syd screamed.
"Sydney, calm down..." Vaughn said, just as he was interrupted by Sydney again.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Vaughn. It's like I'm the only person in the room, like I just gave you a lapdance," Syd spoke softly, caressing Vaughn's face.
Vaughn blushed.
"Syd, you're not well. Let me help you," Vaughn pleaded, staring into Syd's eyes.
"I know you want this, why won't you allow Fate to intervene?" Syd questioned.
"The Syd I know wouldn't act like this, The Syd I know would never try to pull anything like this," Vaughn stated unwavering.
"Well then, I guess you don't know me!" Syd said, mad.
"Syd has control," Vaughn reassured her.
"She used to. It's unfair to deprive a woman of something she's wanted this long! I've never felt more alive!" Syd exclaimed, raising her arms toward the sky.
"You are inhibited, just like the rest of us," Vaughn stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're one to talk, you could have had me so many times in the warehouse, but you are so tightly wound, that you didn't even make a move," Syd said forcefully.
"Syd, nothing will ever happen between us," Vaughn stated boldly.
"Liar," Syd murmured, before lightly pressing her lips against his.
The pressure increased, and everywhere she touched him, he was on fire. He was kissing her with equal or more passion than she showed him. She deepened the kiss. Eventually, they had to break apart for oxygen.
"Wow," Syd breathed before promptly fainting.
"Yeah," Vaughn echoed.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
What will happen to Syd? If that just happened to Syd, what will happen to Vaughn? And Jack and Irina? What about all those other cliffhangers? Tune in next time on....... Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Five: Aid and Recovery
Vaughn caught Sydney in his arms, putting the kiss to the back of his mind. That was very hard to do. Matter of fact, he was still thinking about it.
He carried Syd to the bed.
"I'm not a china doll, Michael," Syd whispered in her sleep.
Hearing her speak made him nearly drop her. He gently placed her on the bed. He tucked her in the covers. She thrashed around a bit while he was doing this. She suddenly sat straight up in the bed.
"Wait," Syd said.
Vaughn did so. Syd promptly stripped off her shirt. Vaughn blushed heavily. He knew that this was still Wild Syd.
"Oh, come on, you've seen me in much less before, and you didn't seem to mind then!" Syd said groggily.
"There's a difference. You were yourself then," Vaughn stated.
"Don't leave me. And if you do, I get a kiss when you come back," Syd said very deliriously.
"Okay," Vaughn promised, pulling the covers over her.
He left the room. He went to Irina's bedroom, next door. He knocked softly. Nothing. He knocked harder. Irina heard this.
"Go away," Irina said breathlessly.
Vaughn shook his head. He had to do this. For Syd, he thought. Vaughn ran backwards. He then ran forward, kicking the door open. He was a bit grossed out by the scene before him.
Irina and Jack were making out. Gosh, would they ever come up for air? No wonder Irina was breathless. They obviously hadn't heard him.
"Ahem," Vaughn coughed.
Jack and Irina broke apart. Irina smiled sheepishly. Jack fixed a death glare on his face. He had had a lot of practice with this, what with using it on Will, annoying people, Noah, Danny, Vaughn, Sydney's boyfriend's, lower-level agents...You know, like EVERYONE. The death glare, however, clashed with the giddy grin on his face.
"What is it, Mr. Vaughn? I was busy!" Jack snapped.
Vaughn smirked, amused at seeing Jack close to flustered.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't tell Sydney, If that's what you were wondering," Vaughn taunted.
Jack gave him a special death glare to show that he shouldn't joke around.
"Sydney's sick," Vaughn said, failing to keep the emotion out of his voice.
Jack's death glare immediately changed into a worried look. Irina stopped blushing, her face pale with worry.
"What did she do?" asked Irina urgently.
"She acted totally out of character, has a fever, and fainted awhile ago," Vaughn replied, confused.
Irina turned paler. She looked about ready to faint.
"I was afraid of this," she said in a deadly whisper.
"Did you... Did you... touch any of the Circumefrence water?" Irina said shakily.
"Yeah, I nearly drowned in it," Vaughn snorted.
Irina rummaged in a drawer. She found a small packet of pills and a bottle of medicine. She grabbed a spoon and Jack's hand and raced to Syd's room.
"Vaughn, is that you? Where's my kiss?" Syd asked, blindly.
Jack glared at Vaughn. Vaughn blushed.
"I had to," He murmured.
Jack glared again.
"What? She can be really persistant," Vaughn shrugged.
Irina was giving Syd the pills and medication.
"I believe you," she remarked.
"Why?" asked Vaughn incredulously.
"That water makes you do crazy things. Like try to seduce people they are attracted to. See, there's nothing holding them back...No inhibitions," Irina said thoughtfully.
Vaughn blushed, again. Syd was coming to.
"What do you remember?" questioned Vaughn eagerly.
"Ummm...Hugging you...You carrying me...Not much else," Syd pondered.
"I thought so," Vaughn remarked a bit sadly.
"Did I do anything to you?" Syd asked suspiciously.
"Nope, nada, nothing at all," lied Vaughn, who was a bit depressed.
"Right," Syd said sarcastically.
Syd's mom handed Syd the pills and medicine. She whispered that if Vaughn tried to kiss her to promptly give him the pills. This, of course made Sydney blush.
"Sydney, dear, we must have a family reunion tomorrow," Irina said after a while.
"Okay," Syd replied.
"I'll go send Sark to pick them up," Irina replied, walking out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED..................
Who are Syd's relatives? Will Vaughn's be present? How are they related? When will I post next? When will all the other characters come into play? Find out next time on............Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.
Chapter Six: The Bristow/Vaughn Family Reunion
Syd rose early. Her newly found relatives were coming. She had to get ready. She silently slipped up from the bed and snuck over to the wardrobe. Out of nowhere, an arm grabbed her. The same arm covered her mouth.
She ran up the side of the wardrobe. She landed on her feet, free from the enemy's arms. She turned around, and saw...Vaughn.
Vaughn began laughing hard. He clutched his stomach. Syd glared at him.
"What is it with all the people glaring at me?" Vaughn said, gasping for breath.
"Don't ever do that again!" Syd warned.
Syd then opened the beautiful mahogany dresser. She pulled out a dress. She shooed Vaughn off after he chose his clothing.
The dress was pure white, strapless, and encrusted with precious gems. She did her hair up in a bun with pearls in it for decoration. She put on lots of beautiful jewelery, a gift from her mom (for all the missed birthdays, she said). She draped a gauzy shawl over her pale shoulders and stepped back from the full-lenghth mirror to admire the affect.
Vaughn stared at Sydney. She looked drop dead gorgeous! He looked and felt like a love-struck puppy. He too was dressed up, but, in his opinion, Sydney was better looking than he could ever be.
Irina popped up im the doorway.
"Children, time to wake up!" Irina hollered.
"We're up, Mom," said Sydney politely.
Irina was struck by her daughter's beauty. No wonder half of her guards were in love with her. She was radiant. She looked a bit like a bride on her wedding day. Who would the husband be? She stared directly at Vaughn. Yep, this man would do. She had plans. And she would stop at nothing to get them accomplished.
"Come now, time to meet the family," Irina announced.
Syd and Vaughn followed willingly. Irina led them to a large room. She through the doors open. Eleven people, decked up similarly to their little group appeared before them at a huge round table. She reconized only three faces out of the eleven.
One was her father. Ana Espinosa and Sark were there too. Oh no! They couldn't possibly! But they had to be...Oy with the poodles already!
The other guests were a raven-haired woman with blue eyes and a carefree attitude, a young brown-haired beauty with blue eyes that matched those of the raven-haired woman. The two were obviously related.
And sitting next to the women, were two men with whom they were bantering lightly with. The first one was a gruff-looking flannel wearing man with dark hair and eyes and the trademark blue backwards baseball hat. The younger one, who was talking to the brunette animatedly, had bark-colored hair that was gelled up. He was wearing a Metallica tee shirt. He too looked like he was related to the older man.
The small group looked like a family. She would remember this thought for a long time afterwards. She wondered how she was related to them, as they looked like more of a family on their own than they would with her.
The others at the table were twins, obviously. The two girls looked exactly like her. The guys favored Vaughn. She pondered their names. Oh well, she could find out later.
Irina stepped up to a microphone.
"Hello all! Our special guest have arrived, so lets get this party started. We are going to pass the microphone around, stating our name, home country..."
Irina could not hide her hertitage at that moment.
"...Our job, and some random facts about ourselves. I will begin," Irina stated.
"She reminds me of Paris," the brunette whispered.
The charcoal-haired woman laughed and nodded.
"I am Irina Anastasia Derevko. I am from Lenigrad, Russia, but that was back when it was named St. Petersburg. I am forty-seven years of age. I am a former KGB spy and am married to Jack Bristow," Irina described.
At the mention of the KGB, everyone except Vaughn, her dad, her, Sark, and Anna looked surprised.
"Woah!" The charcoal-headed woman breathed.
Irina passed the mike to Jack.
"I am Johnathan Donahue Bristow. I am forty-seven years old. I am from San Francisco. I sell airplane parts for Continental," Jack stated, rather bored.
The two dark-haired women cracked up. They promply shut up when Jack fixed his death glare upon them.
He passed it to Syd. Everyone stared at the Spyparents. They were shocked that the KGB and CIA agents, once mortal enemies, were married.
"Hi, ya'll! I'm Sydney Anne Bristow. I'm from Los Angeles, California. I am twenty-eight years old. I work for Credit Dauphine. Jack and Irina are my parents," Sydney said all of this calmly, and then she passed the
mike to Vaughn.
"Hello! I'm Michael William Vaughn. I am thirty years old. I work at the CIA. My dad was CIA. I am from Fleury, Normandy, France," Vaughn said clearly.
He passed it to the man in flannel, who looked a bit shell-shocked that there were so many spies present.
"Oh, well, I'm Luke Danes. I run a diner, I'm thirty-five,
from Stars Hollow, what more is there to tell," Luke said, shrugging. He nonchalantly passed the mike to his female companion.
"Hi! I'm Lorelai Victoria Gilmore and I'm a coffee addict! I am thirty-two and I manage The Independence Inn and I have a daughter named Rory, who's right next to me and I'm from Hartford, Connecticut, but I've lived in Stars Hollow for more than half of my life," Lorelai rambled, a mile per minute.
She was highly caffeinated! She spoke really fast. She was a bit on the bubbly side. She, in turn, passed the microphone to her daughter.
"Hi! I am Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, or Rory for short. I am a Stars Hollow native, I go to Chilton Prep., and I'm seventeen!" Rory announced.
Interesting, she thought. Rory passed the microphone to the juvenile deliquent next to her.
"I'm Jess Mariano. I live in Star's Hollow, but I'm origianlly from New York. I'm seventeen, too. I love reading, like my friend over here, Rory," Jess said quickly.
Rory blushed. There was SOMETHING going on between those two, thought Sydney.
He then passed the mike to Anna.
"I'm Anna Maria Espinosa. I am a top lawyer for Gamble and Dole Law. I am thirty-one. I am from Valencia, Spain, but I live in Moscow, Russia," Anna drawled.
She passed the mike to Sark with a look of distaste.
"I am Sark Alexander Khasinau. I was raised in London, England. I live here in Taipei, Taiwan. I work for Irina. I am twenty-two years old," Sark stated, poker face in place.
"What's the Sark stand for?" Blurted all the women except Anna and Irina.
"Sarcastic," Sark replied, face turned down.
Everyone, including Jack, burst into incontrollable fits of laughter. Sark pouted.
"You're all big fat MEANIEHEADS!" cried Sark.
This got them laughing even harder. Sark frowned and turned his head away from the laughter.
He chucked the mike at one of the Sydney twins. A Vaughn twin leap in front of her and took the hit. He handed her the mike gently. She curtsied.
"Hi, I'm Soleil d'Amore. I was raised in Fleury, Normandy. I'm twenty-eight. I work for Mes Aimes Miserables," stated Soleil calmly with a French accent. She passed the mike to the man next to her.
"I am Matthew Delorme. I am from Fleury too. I am thirty and I work for FIA. I am Sol's co-worker," he said nonchalantly.
He passed the mike to another woman who looked like Syd.
"I am Salome Rodriguez. I am from Madrid, Spain. I'm twenty-eight and I work for Los Angeles de Guardiana," Salome said with a very Spanish accent.
She passed the mike to Vaughn's last twin.
"I am Maurice Estarez. I am thirty, from Madrid, and I work for the SIG," he stated with a clear strong Spanish accent.
They had finished their statements. What was next?
TO BE CONTINUED...................
What will happen next? How are they all related? What about Will? And Dixon? And Emily? Find out next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Seven: Blood Ties
"I'm sure that you are all wondering your relation to the others present. I will answer all your questions now," said Irina intelligently.
Sydney was the first to speak.
"Mom, am I related to Anna?" Sydney questioned, nervously.
Syd's nervousness did not show to anyone but Vaughn. She did not want to be related to Anna, in any way.
"Sydney dear, Anna is unfortunately related to you. She is a weird variant of a half sister to you. The KGB was pressuring me to have an affair with Sloane. I of course, would not.
"I mean: A. I was married to your father. and B. Sloane is a slimy despicable weasel who is an insult to all villains. Anyway, they took some DNA from him and I and put them in the womb of one of K-Directorate's top agents, Marta Espinosa," Irina said this in a manner that matched her feelings towards Anna.
Her feelings towards Anna were disgust. Anna was a ----. She went after nearly any man with facial features. The girl hit on Khasinau, for crying out loud! She had to fend her away from Jack with a crowbar. She got it from her mother, Irina thought.
Sark spoke up next.
"Who is my mother?" pondered Sark.
"Sark, I am your mother," Irina replied sounding like Darth Vader.
"And Khasinau's my father, right?" questioned Sark.
"UGH! Who in their right mind would like their superior? No offense, Sydney! You're dad's Jack. I am not a ----! Anna, on the other hand..." Irina trailed off.
"MOM!" Anna shrieked.
"You don't have the right to call me that yet!" Irina yelled back at her.
"Sarcastic, why'd you name me that? No one in their right mind would name their kid that!"
"Well, what was I supposed to do? I was on major painkillers! And it's Sarcasm, not Sarcastic," Irina barked at her only son.
"Anyways, it fits you! The British accent adds to your natural air of sarcasm," said Irina, hands in the air.
"Hey, um, you, Crazy Paris Clone...Why am I here?" asked Lorelai uncertantly.
"Who is this Paris you speak of?" Irina asked impatiently.
"Probably my sister," muttered Sark.
"A good friend," Rory filled in, elbowing Lorelai.
"She's not like Paris. She's cool. You could have an intelligent conversation with her...unlike Bag Boy," Jess said, smirking.
"Who's Dean?" asked Sydney.
"My boyfriend," Rory replied.
"No wonder Jess hates his guts," said Sydney, smirking.
"Hey, you stole my smirk! That's my trademark!" Jess said scowling.
"I suppose that you use it when Bag Boy is towering over you, being all green with envy," Sydney shot back, smirk in place.
"Why would Dean be jealous of him?" asked Rory innocently.
"If it were up to Jess, Dean would be your ex-boyfriend. I do believe that he has made some progress on that goal, am I not correct, Rory?" Sydney remarked in that weird form of talking that her brother frequented.
Rory blushed. Jess had a surprised look on his face. How did she know so much?
Syd continued,"Anyway, you and Jess have a few things together that you and Dean do not possess. One thing is Chemistry. Another is the ability to talk about everything. And the last thing is having things in common. You need a lot of time to reflect on your relationship with Dean. Of course, Dean's probably too stupid to know that you two were not meant to be."
"Lorelai, you are my daughter. You were born before Jack had proposed to me. Jack is your father too. I could not raise you myself at the time, so I left you with Jack's sister. She had no children and her husband was out of town at the time that she would've been pregnant. I named you Lorelai in reflection of the marriage that would happen eventually between me and Jack. I knew that I would lure him to his death in the end, just like the Lorelei in fairy tales. I never thought that you would live up to your name, however," Lorelai stood there, shell-shocked.
"That's why me and Emily don't get along. She's not my mom. Hey, Ror, does that mean that we still have to go to Friday night dinners?" Lorelai said, recovering quickly.
"I'm afraid so. And she's your aunt," Rory stated matter-of-factly.
"Drat," said Lorelai sadly.
Lorelai looked at Rory and they both smiled. They ran to Irina and hugged her tightly. Syd, Vaughn, Luke, Jess, and Jack smiled.
"I love you," said Irina quietly.
"Me too, Mom, me too," muttered Lorelai.
"Why do I have two look-alikes?" asked Vaughn curiously.
"We are not your look-alikes!" yelled Matt and Mori.
"Actually, you are. Michael was born first," replied Irina factually.
Vaughn looked at her, confused.
"Bill told me, before They took him away..." Irina said, trailing off.
"So I suppose that you are my mother," Vaughn said sardonically.
"No, you and your brothers are Marie's. Those two were taken by Them. They were given to agents in the countries that you're from. My daughters, Soleil and Salome had the same thing happen to them," said Irina a bit dreamily.
"And them?" Vaughn questioned, pointing to Luke and Jess.
"Luke is your older brother. Your aunt's sister-in-law abducted Luke and Liz from the hospital as babies. Jess is Liz's son. That makes him your nephew..."said Irina, but was interrupted by Jack.
"Jess is my son. I was trying to get over Irina and Sydney. I was on a business trip in New York when I met your mother. Iwas really drunk...and one thing led to another..." rambled Jack.
Everyone was stunned.
"Eeeeeew! I did not need to hear that!" Sydney shrieked.
She then promptly began crying. Vaughn, per usual, comforted her.
"I agree with my sister on this! This is like one of the two things we agree on. The first is that Anna is stupider than Dean!" Sark said, turning green.
"I wouldn't know about that," Jess assured his half brother.
"Anna hit on Khasinau! Alexander Khasinau! The man is old enough to be Syd's grandfather, for crying out loud!" Sark said crazily.
"He is," Jack replied.
"Oh boy!" Syd said sadly.
"Why didn't you tell me this, Jack! I have a right to know! I mean, I mothered five of your children! I give you nine years of marriage, and this is how you repay me! Do you care about me at all! All I've ever done is love you and you hurt me time and time again!" said Irina hysterically.
"Hurt YOU! You betrayed me! You killed me! I am a mere shadow of what I once was! And it's all because of you! You abandonded me! You have abandoned every child you bore! Sark - off to boarding school, Sydney - with me, Salome- Spain, Soleil - France, Lorelai - my sister's, and you want absolutely nothing to do with Anna! Who's the real parent here!" Jack yelled.
"At least I didn't leave my children to a nanny! The KGB took them away from me! Every last one of them! I'm not speaking to you anymore, much less have a relationship with you! Go away!" Irina screamed.
Jack stormed out.
"So you and my father didn't..." Vaughn asked once Irina had calmed down.
Irina looked Vaughn straight in the eyes, noticing the hand that held Sydney's.
"Yes. We did," she replied in a hoarse whisper loud enough to be heard by everyone.
TO BE CONTINUED.................
Will Jack and Irina keep fighting?What are everyone's reactions to Irina's news? When will they go back home? When will Anna hit on the Vaughn brothers? What's happening on their home turf? What's Irina's story? Find out next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Eight: Faking it...Or Were They?
Irina held her breath. Sark turned a violent shade of green. Sydney felt faint. Vaughn was sweating. Anna had a self-satisfied smirk on her face. The others simply looked on in confusion, some not even understanding the implied meaning.
"I need to go lie down," said Syd softly.
"I'll go with you," Vaughn replied almost immediately.
They both blushed. Sydney was staggering. Vaughn, being the gentleman that he is, supported her. They went through the door behind the table.
Through this door were exactly six double beds, one single, a sleeping bag, six wardrobes, some couches, a tv, some video's, a fridge, tons of junk food, and everyone's luggage.
The sleeping arrangments would be chosen later. Vaughn carefully set the faint Syd on the bed. He, not feeling so great himself, layed down next to her. He glanced over at her and carefully kissed her on the forehead before drifting of into a blissful slumber filled with dreams of Sydney, SD-6 being taken down, and Sloane dying a very painful death.
"I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to the restroom," said Sark nauseously.
He ran from the room. Anna sneered at Irina.
"Who's the ---- now, Mom?" Anna said, gloating.
Irina's voice was icy cold. She had had a terrible day. Her and Jack had fought, she had seen Anna, she told of her deepest secrets...The list went on and on.
"I am not a ----. I did not hit on Khasinau, like you, Child. He is my father, and I'm sure he does not like to hear cat calls from women young enough to be his Granddaughter, which you are, by the way. And, as I said before, you have no right to call me Mother. Marta is more your mother than me. You inherited far more from her, even though our DNA may be similar. I do not want to hear another word from you this evening. Got it?" Irina said angrily.
Anna looked scared.
"Okay," came her meeble reply.
Irina spun on her heel and entered the bedroom. She smiled, looking at her daughter and her friend. They were soo cute. She would awaken them in fifteen minutes.
About five minutes later, Sark came in the room. The color had returned to his face. She suspected that he had thrown up. He was acting a bit too cheery.
The others talked quietly among themselves. Finally the fifteen minutes had passed. Irina roughly shook Syd and Vaughn awake. Nearly as soon as Vaughn awoke, Anna began flirting with him. She tried to "entice" him by rubbing against him, trying to kiss him, and more poor flirting.
After twenty minutes of this, Vaughn looked like a puppy that had been stuck in a room with a girl who dressed it in doll's clothes. The looks he sent everyone were pleading "Somebody save me!"
Syd saw this and decided to help him. She winked at him. He motioned for him to hurry up. She strutted over. She had changed into a pink tank top and bleached jeans.
"Anna, stop boring the poor guy to death!" Sydney said as if she were talking about the weather.
"Am not!" Anna remarked childishly.
"I could argue about this for almost thiry years, but I really think that his life would be very sad by then," Syd spoke, sounding a bit like her brother's.
"You act like you have any claim on him! I doubt that," Anna said snarkily.
"I do actually. He's my boyfriend. So back away, girl, before this gets ugly! You're ugly enough already!" Syd replied with a smirk.
"Prove that he's your boyfriend," Anna challenged.
"Why do I have to prove anything to YOU?" Syd said angrily.
"Looks like someone's a chicken! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!" shouted Anna.
"Is that a challenge?" Syd asked.
"Yes, I think so," Anna yelled.
"Bring it on!" yelled Syd.
"Kiss him," said Anna smugly.
"Okay. Here goes,"she whispered in Vaughn's ear.
Syd and Vaughn's lips collided. For the third time in his life, Vaughn felt like he was drowning. Only one of those times had he actually been drowning. This was even better than the first time. He felt priveleged. He had kissed Syd twice in two days! And both times were amazing. He thanked God for Anna doing this.
Wow! So this was what it was like to kiss Vaughn! Syd felt...Whoa! She was loving every minute of this. She loved this only a fourth as much as Vaughn himself. At it shall be the kiss by which all others are measured, thought Syd.
A few seconds later they broke apart, but not after Jack had spotted them. Everyone was shell-shocked at what they had just done. This was not good.
TO BE CONTINUED................................
What will Jack do after seeing Syd and Vaughn kiss?How will this affect Syd and Vaughn's relationship? What will all the others do? Will Sark be sick again? Will Anna learn her lesson? What about all the folks back home? Will Irina and Jack make up? And what about Irina's news? Find out in the next chapter of Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.
Chapter Nine: Unnoticed...I Wish!
Jack speed-walked over to Syd and Vaughn. He roughly grabbed their arms and pulled them to a closet. Unbeknownst to Jack, Irina was following them. She thought that her former husband had some nerve to drag her daughter and boyfriend around like they were toys. And then, of course, there was the fact that she was really mad at Jack.
Jack slammed the door shut behind them. He shoved Syd and Vaughn (especially Vaughn) against the wall.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL? THAT WAS BLATANTLY AGAINST PROTOCOL! YOU KNOW THAT MR. VAUGHN! WE ALL KNOW THAT! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO LEAVE YOU TWO WITH IRINA!" Jack yelled, pacing angrily.
He sent a powerful death glare at Vaughn. Syd wrapped her arms around Vaughn. She was scared. This, however, only made Jack madder.
"YOU CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER, EH? YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! I'M TELLING DEVLIN!" yelled Jack, whose face was blood red.
Irina spoke up.
"I did not encourage them yet. Anna egged them on. She was drooling on Michael, Syd came to help. She said that she was his girlfriend, Anna wanted proof. So they kissed. Big deal, THEY KISSED! So WHAT! Their relationship is none of your business. Or can you get that through your thick skull, Jack?" Irina argued.
Jack spun to face her. He looked livid.
"MY SKULL IS NOT THICK! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" Jack yelled, moving closer to Irina.
"I THINK I DO! I WAS YOUR WIFE AND THE WIFE IS ALWAYS RIGHT! YOU CANNOT BEAT ME IN AN ARGUMENT!" Irina yelled back, moving closer.
"YEAH RIGHT! LIZ AND JESS WERE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! AND YOU STILL BUTTED IN! YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE!" Jack yelled, still moving closer.
"I WAS YOUR WIFE! WE HAD JUST STARTED SOMETHING! I HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW! IF YOU HAD JUST TOLD ME, I WOULDN'T BE MAD!" Irina yelled back, moving closer again.
Jack and Irina were now so close that they were almost nose to nose. Sydney looked from one parent to another. She spoke up.
"Mom, Dad was not honest with either of us about his past relationships, but you did return the favor! What about you and Bill? We still have no explanation to that mystery," Sydney reminded.
Jack's head whipped to the side at the mention of Bill. Irina's eyes grew wide. Jack looked to Vaughn for confirmation. Vaughn looked down and nodded. Jack had a stricken look on his face. If he did cry, or show emotion, for that matter, Syd was sure that he would now if he could. Jack backed away from Irina. Syd pushed a chair underneath him.
"Let me explain," Irina pleaded.
Syd nodded.
Irina began what would become a long tale of sorrow, endurance, power, and corruption.
"It all began a few months after I had supposedly killed Bill Vaughn. I never really killed the men before, the KGB just took them into custody. This time was different. They ordered me to kill Bill and even gave me a gun. The thing that I didn't know was that the gun was filled with tranquilizer bullets. The KGB snapped a few photos, placed them in key spots, and dragged his body away." Irina paused.
"A few months later they ordered extraction because They needed me for a new op. So, I faked my death like I had done years before. They picked me up. For a few months, I lived in the lap of luxury with my father in Moscow. I even got to meet Stalin. Then, I was needed for an op. Dad warned me not to take it, but I payed his warnings no heed. I had just given birth to Sark a few months before, and I needed to relax, he said." Irina shook her head.
"Not listening to my father was one of the stupidest things I've ever done. But I was a patriot to my country and obeyed Stalin's every word. I left Sark with my father to raise while I was gone. I didn't know that I wouldn't come back for years." Irina looked sad.
"The KGB was obsessed with Rambaldi and other prophecies, much like Hitler. They had recently acquiered a prophecy. They forced me to memorize the prophecy. The prophecy went like this:
One day there shall arise a son of mine. He shall hold endless power with the right training. Many shall hunt him, but few shall truly succede in winning his loyalty. He, when coupled with the Slavic women of the line of Khas, shall form many entities of power, both good and evil.
This woman shall possess unseen marks, signs that she will be the one fortold in my works. She will be consumed with fury, a burning anger. Unless prevented by vulgar cost, this woman shall render the Union unto utter desolation. This woman, with no pretense, will have had her effect, never visiting the beauty of my sunrise behind Mount Sebatico. Perhaps a single hike would have prevented her fate.
She will have married another and birthed five children to him, and fleeing not willingly, she visits the depths of the sea twice in her lifetime. My desendant, too, is a parent to five, and with the same career as the woman's man, he shall perish at the hands of the woman to the world.
The world will know of only two of their ten children. The rest shall be left with others, bad and good. The two children announced to the world shall be more star-crossed than I and my sweet Bella. They knowingly and not follow in their parent's footsteps.
The children of my descendant and the woman, shall be special, abnormal, different, wtih many gifts. All ten of them will influence the world as the others. Some use their power for good, others evil. This family will undergo many trials and tribulations. Beware!" Irina finished.
"Anyway, the first thing the did was lock me in a room with Bill. I was shocked that he was alive. He explained how and why. I was later informed that I had to have children with him. I refused. I had a husband and I would not cheat on him, I said. They told me that he had forgotten, gotten over me, that it all was a lie. They threatened me with bodily harm." Irina trembled slightly.
"I would lie to them. Every month, however, they would give me a pregnancy test. I cheated on it. They found out and started using an error-proof one. Every time I didn't pass, they would remove an article of clothing from one of us. We would talk occasionally about things in the room. It had a bathroom and everything. Eventually, we had to give in. We were wearing next to nothing." Irina paused, and tears rans down her cheeks in rivulets.
"We had to. I became pregnant. They put me on experimental fertility drugs. I was pregnant with dectuplets. They took pictures of them. And videos. Ten was a record. They even turned it into Guiness. I had beaten a world record. All of my children lived. The KGB took them away from me."
"First born was Angelique Solange on November twenty-first at about nine o'clock at night. Haley Razi was born two minutes after Angelique. Then at seven forty the next morning, Mana Sibyl was born. Elita Alexis was born next, on the twenty-fifth of December. Then, the next morning, Michaela Remedy was born. On February fourteenth, Darci Miniya was born. Mardi Sema was born on Mardi Gra. Electra Messina arrived on July fourth. On October thirty-first at twelve o'clock midnight, Lena Desdemona was born. Last of all, Cassondra Lonnit was born on December thirty-first at twelve A.M." Irina wiped the tears away.
"The KGB took them away. Six years later, I was gonna make my escape. I ran to where they were kept. They had brainwashed a few. They didn't want to go. I managed to escape with Angelique, Mana, Elita, and Haley. They grabbed Bill just before we were going to escape. He told me to run with the children. I did this and met up with Dad. He offered me a vacation in Rome. I went and enjoyed myself. Rambaldi had created a time machine. They had used this to go back in time and make the children Syd's age. And, then to make a long story short, the KGB fell, I started building up The Man's Organization, and so on..." Irina rambled off.
Irina called out the door and a few figures walked in. Everyone was stunned.
TO BE CONTINUED.............................
Who are the mysterious figures? Is Bill alive? How many figures are there? How will everyone react to Irina's news? Will Jack forgive Irina? What about the others? All these questions and more will be answered next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Translations:
Angelique- Angel in French Solange- Angel of Sun or Earth
Haley- Hero Razi- Secret
Mana- Pyschic gifts Sibyl- Seer
Elita- The Chosen One Alexis- Defender of Mankind
Michaela- The female form of Michael Remedy- Cure
Darci- Dark One Miniya- Much is expected of her
Mardi- Tuesday in French Sema- Divine Omen
Electra- The Shining One Messina- The Spoiler
Lena- Illustrious Temptress Desdemona- Of the Devil
Cassondra- Not to be believed Lonnit- Imposter
Chapter Ten: Council to My Brothers
Irina turned around. She smiled. The others looked on in confusion. Meanwhile, a small crowd of family had gathered outside. They could hear voices.
"I bet Mom and Dad are getting it on in there," Lorelai said all-knowingly.
"LORELAI!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the crowd from Stars Hollow.
Lorelai shrugged. She shook her head. It could be happening, she thought. It was plausible. Gosh, people these days could stand nothing dirty. Luke had the least tolerence of all. That was exactly why she loved tormenting him.
"Nah! It's probably my uncle and Syd! If you ask me it's about time that he got some action. Go Sydney!" Jess remarked, smirking.
"Jess. You don't even know Michael," Luke said warningly.
"I might not know Michael, but I do know that my uncle and sister are getting it on in there," Jess said, trademark smirk in place.
"Hey! I just saw four more girls go in there! Your uncle is one lucky man!" Sark replied.
"Eeewww! Dirty," Lorelai remarked sarcastically.
It was at that moment that Jess realized that Lorelai was his half sister. He shuddered at the thought.
"Jess, what's wrong?" asked Rory worriedly.
"Nothing," Jess grunted.
"Stop acting like Luke," Lorelai remarked.
"We are related. Therefore, if I acted like Luke, then you would fall in love with me too, right Sis?" Jess taunted.
Boy that kid had some nerve! Saying that she was in love with Luke and calling her Sis! But you are...A little voice in her head interrupted. She squelched that thought. She and Jess had the same father! Eeeewwww! And this was the kid that was in love with her daughter! Poor Rory!
Lorelai was about to launch herself at Jess and begin strangling him when the door to the closet was thrown open. This did not stop Lorelai from her attack, however. Syd burst out and did a series of back flips. After doing what seemed like fourty-seven of them, she landed abruptly on her feet.
She slid in between her dueling siblings. She used her arms to keep them apart. An idea came to her and she ordered Luke to hold Lorelai and Rory to hold Jess. She knew that these two would distract the fighting Bristows.
The four unknown women, Vaughn, Irina, and Jack all stepped out of the closet, where they had been watching the scene before them interestedly. At certain points (like the one about him and Syd), Jack had, well, abused the walls.
Syd spun around.
"Who are you?" Syd barked the question savagely at the quartet.
The four looked at each other. They were all gorgeous, and there was something very familiar about them, thought Syd.
They looked about her age. She was a bit surprised that the men weren't going crazy over them. But then again, they were almost all spoken for.
The first one had shiny shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She looked a bit like...Oh who was it? Her eyes scoured the room and landed on Vaughn. He was good looking, she sighed a love-struck sigh mentally. Vaughn! That's who she looked like! This girl was a female version of Vaughn! She was wearing a long, white, shimmery dress. It was sleeveless with a silken cord tying it back. On her feet, she wore white matching slippers. She looked a bit angelic.
Her eyes wandered to the next woman. She had brown hair and piercing green eyes that obviously ran in the family. She was wearing a blue tank top and a blue ankle-length skirt. She more resembled her mother. But she looked a bit different. She had bags under her eyes and looked very weary, jet-lagged, and over-worked. Of course, so was she. She hid it a bit better, however. She looked a bit angry at the blonde.
The next girl had black shoulder-length hair and chocolate brown colored eyes.She looked perky and optimistic. She was smiling hugely. There was something off about her. She was wearing a white quarter-length shirt and a black skirt with a slit up each side that went to her knees. On her feet were simple slip-on white tennis shoes. This showed that she was as carefree as her smile suggested.
The last woman was probably the most complex of the four. She was wearing a shimmering purple peasant top with wide sleeves and a knee-length leopard print skirt. She wore a pale rose veil that covered her face from the eyes down. Countless bangles jingled at her wrists and ankles. A single necklace graced her pale neck. It was long with a cresent moon pendant in the center. The moon was made of an unknown metal or jem. Rings covered her slender fingers and large silver hoop earrings dangled from her ears. She was wearing platforms with a leather patchwork design of brown hues. The shoes made her four inches taller. She had reddish-brown hair and emerald-colored eyes, like her sister. She looked interesting to say the least.
"I suppose explantions are in order," the blonde replied.
"I am Angelique Vaughn. I help people. I am a guardian angel, if you will," she replied in a calm soothing tone.
Vaughn had used that tone on Sydney. Syd and Vaughn put the pieces together and a moment later, knowing looks crossed their faces.
The brunette snatched an invisible microphone from the blonde and began to introduce herself.
"Thanks, Angie!" she said harshly, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
This could get interesting, thought Sark.
"I have told you that I dislike that name time and time again. Please stop calling me that, Haley," Angelique said firmly.
"Whatever. I'm Haley Vaughn. You can call me Hales. I work for the C.I.A. If I tell you any more, I'd have to kill you," Haley joked.
"Really? What branch?" Sydney asked enthusiastically.
"SD-3," replied Haley, who was bored.
"Ever heard of Sydney Bristow?" Syd asked, with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Yeah. That's all Kendall ever talks about. The Ohio office is very dull. The bigshots over at SD-6 get all the good missions! It's a conspiracy I tell you!" Haley yelled angrily.
"Oh, uh yeah. That's me," Syd stuttered nervously.
"YOU! I've wanted to tell you something for a while!" Haley said menacingly.
Sydney went into a fighting stance. Haley opened her mouth to speak.
"Pysch!" she started cracking up.
She rolled on the floor a bit. The peaceful one laughed a bit and hopped over Haley, who Syd was glowering at.
"I'm Elita Alexis Vaughn. I am twenty-eight and I work for the C.I.A. I live in Overland Park, Kansas," she said cheerfully.
"The Chosen One, eh?" said Sydney suspiously.
"Yeah, I guess. I haven't used it much," she shrugged joyously.
The last mysterious woman appeared.
"I am Mana Sibyl Derevko. I am a sort of future incarnation of Rambaldi. I am a seer, psychic, telepath, prophet, artist, and mathmatician/scientist. Embrace the future," she spoke eloquently.
"We are also known as the Vaughn sisters. Or the dectuplets. Angelique's code name is Solace. Haley's is Truth. Elita's is Peacemaker. Mine is Mist. Six more of us roam the world, and it is our duty to find them and destroy the powers of evil with their help. And we must help in the Rambaldi Search for the Final Rambaldi Device. Hello family," said Mana elegantly.
"It is time for you to sleep or relax, which I'm sure all of you could use. We will go back to our rooms now," Angelique said soothingly.
"Angie, we haven't done the sleeping arrangements yet!" Haley screeched.
"Sorry. I forgot. Mana, you do the honors," Angelique replied calmly.
Mana looked at the beds and the people. She would do the sleeping bag first. Then the single bed and the others.
"Anna, you get the sleeping bag!" ordered Mana.
The dislike for Anna ran in the family. Mana used her telekinesis to plop Anna's stuff on the sleeping bag.
"Hey!" Anna yelled, annoyed.
Mana and everyone else rolled their eyes.
"Sarcasm, you get the single bed," Mana barked, smirking.
She used her telekinesis to unpack his clothes.
She looked at the couples, sensing strong bonds emenating from a few.
"Luke, Lorelai, you get the one with coffee cup flannel sheets. Jack, Irina, you get the one with the patriotic sheets. Soleil, Matthew, you get the one with suns and French writing on it. Salome, Maurice, you get the one with Spanish writing and guns on it. Jess, Rory, you get the one with books and clouds on it. And finally, Syd and Michael, you guys get the one with angels on the sheets." Mana explained, glad for all of the wishes that she was fulfilling.
Some started to protest. She unpacked the clothing and that was that. The Vaughn sisters left.
Sydney grabbed Luke and Jess. This made certain people a bit jealous.
"You must tell them that you are in love with them," Sydney replied bluntly.
"Who?" Luke asked, feining innocence.
Syd put her hands on her hips.
"You know who I'm talking about. My sister and niece," Syd replied.
"No," Luke said angrily, crossing his arms.
"Look, I love someone, okay? I will never get to tell them how I feel if something goes wrong, or I die. Me dying is much more likely than you would think. I can't even be seen in public with him. If we started a relationship, he could lose his job or we could both die. I might never get my chance. You better try for yours. With me it's life or death, for you, it's fear. They love you. They both were jealous of me taking ya'll here. What is life like without them?" Sydney said, crying softly.
"Terrible," both Jess and Luke replied.
"Don't live without them any longer. Tell them," Syd said, sniffling.
"Dean is no challenge to you Jess. He is pathetic. Pretend that he doesn't even exist. Someone that stupid is a waste of perfectly good organs," Syd joked, wiping away her tears.
And with that, she left.
TO BE CONTINUED.....................................
Will Jack forgive Irina? Will Luke and Jess say those three little words? Why was Anna so quiet? What about the other six? What will happen with Syd and Vaughn? Find out the answers to these questions and more next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.
Chapter Eleven: Proposals
Luke and Jess steeled themselves. They knew what they had to do. They walked back to those that they loved determined.
Jess wondered who Syd had been refering to. He had nothing to be afraid of, he reasoned. He had a lower chance of dying than his sister, and she couldn't tell those she loved that she loved them. He was doing this for her and himself. He had nothing to lose. Dean had never mattered. He had no challengers here. He was safe.
Lorelai went over to her and Luke's bed. She grabbed her pyjamas and took off her shirt, in front of everyone. Luke's face flushed. Lorelai finished putting on her pjs.
This night would be interesting, Sark noted, watching the couples.
They watched movies before going to bed. They saw Spy Kids, Never Been Kissed, and Dude, Where's My Car. Lorelai and Rory had insisted on Spy Kids, which they, of course had brought with them. Everyone else groaned, either because they were spies or they didn't want to watch a kids movie.
"My parents aren't cool enough to be spies," Syd said along with the video.
"And yet they are," Vaughn replied.
Jack and Irina were disgusted with the pathetic example of the spy life. Their faces were scrunched up. Sark was making threatening motions at the t.v. Anna had fallen asleep and was drooling on the floor.
Vaughn was watching Dude, Where's My Car?
"Hey, that girl looks like you, Syd," he remarked.
"Yeah right, Vaughn. It's probably just a doppelganger," Syd exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
"Hey look, it's a fire extinguisher!" Syd said, a few moments later.
"Yeah. Although I'd say that you can work one better, Syd," Vaughn joked, remembering both times they had used the item.
Five hours later, they got up and went to bed. Sark fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Irina and Jack crawled in the covers and snuggled. Syd and Vaughn lay back, glancing at one another every few seconds, rarely meeting eyes.
Jess began first. I have to get this off my chest, he thought.
"Hey Rory!" Jess called.
"Yeah," Rory replied tiredly.
"We have to talk," Jess said urgently.
"Okay," Rory replied curiously.
"Rory, I love you. I have loved you ever since we first spoke. I have wanted to tell you that for forever. Thanks to a friend of mine, it finally happened. Will you be my girlfriend, Rory?" Jess said boldly, pausing.
Rory's eyes lit up. She smiled.
"Really? I love you too, Jess. When I get home, I'm breaking up with Dean, okay?" Rory replied happily.
Rory then kissed Jess. Both had huge smiles on their faces. They slipped into slumber a few minutes later.
Meanwhile, Lorelai was talking animatedly to Luke.
"Lorelai, I have to tell you something," Luke urgently interrupted.
"Okay," Lorelai replied, interested.
"I've kept this from you for so long. It's gonna be such a relief to get this off my chest. Oh boy, here goes. Lorelai, I...I...I love you," Luke replied nervously.
Wow, Lorelai thought. Wow. I better say something fast. He looks like he's about to cry. Do I...Yes you do...
"Right back at ya," Lorelai replied joking.
Luke's face burst into a smile from ear to ear.
"Wait, I got something else to tell you. Lorelai, it might not be the right time or anything, and this is kinda fast, but I love you with every fiber of my being and...I was wondering...Will
"Mom?" Sydney choked out.
"Oh, Sydney, darling, how beautiful you've grown! Oh, dear, you're tied to this chair! Who did this, Sweetie?," asked Irina worriedly.
"Maybe the guy who knocked me out," Sydney shrugged.
"Somebody knocked you out? Who? And is that dried blood on your cheek?" Irina said worriedly, hovering over her daughter.
"An asian guy. And he hit me on the chin when I..." Sydney trailed off, then burst into tears suddenly.
"Oh, sweetie, let it all out! Now, I'm gonna get you out of this rope, okay? Then you're gonna tell your mom what's wrong, got it?" Irina questioned, and began untying the ropes binding her daughter.
"Okay,"Syd sniffled.
Irina had untied all the ropes and she was shocked by what she saw. Here was her daughter, who she hadn't seen for over 20 years, wearing a few scraps of leather and mesh.
"Sydney, sweetie, did you dye your hair blue?" asked Irina patiently.
"No," Sydney replied meekly.
"What are you wearing? I can't believe Jack let you wear that! I mean, I've never seen that much skin, and I was a lingrie model for Victoria's Secret when I was your age!" Irina shouted.
Sydney giggled. Then the giggle became a full blown snort. The snort became a guffaw. Pretty soon, Syd was rolling on the floor, but then Syd seemed to realize something and stopped.
"Ewwww! I did not need that visual, Mom! That's just wrong!" Syd said in playful disgust.
"How about you come with me, sweetie. We'll get you all cleaned up, okay?" Irina said kindly.
Syd got up off the floor and followed her mother to her room. Her mother cleaned the wound on her chin, remarking that this guard would meet with "Suit and Glasses" and lose his job. Then Irina let Syd pick out her own outfit. Syd picked out a pair of jeans, a black halter top, and a pair of white tennis shoes. She put them on and her mother grabbed her clothes and shoved them in a bag with her wig.
"Now will you tell me what's wrong?" Irina asked sweetly.
Syd opened her mouth and was about to speak when a figure swung down from the air vents.
The familar figure landed gracefully. It then proceeded in yelling, "SYDNEY!!!!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey, did ya'll like that? Who is the mysterious figure? Why was Sydney crying? What will Sydney do after she leaves her mom? What happened to Vaughn? Did Dixon report Sydney? Did Emily Die? What will happen to Will? And what is Jack's role in all this? Find out next time (or the time after that) on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Two: Restablished Romance
"Hey, Dad," Syd said calmly.
"Hey, Honey," Jack replied easily.
"I have waited almost thirty years for this." Irina said in a low voice.
Jack whipped around and saw Irina. To say he was shocked was an uderstatment. His "dead" wife was standing directly before his eyes!
"Hello, Honey. My the years have treated you well, eh, Jack?" Irina said circling Jack.
Jack stared at her for a moment, transfixed. Then a thought came to him, he hadn't gotten any action in forever! He would not even consider Barnett, that psycho-----! Besides, Sydney and her... her...Michael had enough against protocol relationships for the whole family. He was Jack Bristow, and NO BODY was good enough for him! But, Irina would do, after all, she was the mother of his daughter and she was totally hot!
"Laura...Irina...You do not look so bad yourself," Jack spluttered.
Irina blushed.
"Thanks, Honey. You know that you can call me Laura, right?" Irina replied shyly.
"Ummm, yeah," Jack stumbled over his words.
Jack then pivoted so he was facing Sydney.
"Go find Vaughn," was all Jack uttered.
At the mere mention of Vaughn's surname, Syd burst into tears.
"But, but, but...I don't know where to look," Syd blubbered, crying on the leather duster that she just happened to be wearing.
"Sweetie, is that his jacket?" Jack asked interestedly.
"Yes," came Syd's meak reply.
"What a gentleman..." Irina sighed.
With that, Syd started crying again. Jack turned to Irina.
"Where is Khasinau keeping the men that were involved in the flooding of the Circumfrence?" Jack barked to Irina.
Irina chewed her lip. She thought for a moment.
"Probably in the upstairs office," Irina replied finally.
"Syd, you go. I'll stay here with your mother, okay?" Jack ordered.
Jack shooed Syd out the door. Irina locked it. After this was done, Irina was all over him. She pushed him against a table and kissed him passionately.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Irina said breathless from the kiss.
"Probably as long as I have," replied Jack panting for breath.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What will become of Jack and Irina? Will Sydney save Vaughn from the wrath of Khasinau? Where is Will? Do you care? What about all the other cliffhangers? And where the heck is Sark? All these questions and more will be answered next time on...Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Three: The Kiss
Sydney ran down the hallway. She reached the door to the club and opened it. She attempted to weave through the crowd. A man reached out and grabbed her.
"Hey, Sweet Momma, you looking for a good Honey Dog?" the man slurred in Taiwanese.
Syd wrenched her arm free from the man's grasp. She rubbed her arm to try and rid it of the smell of alcohol. Then, she smacked him across the face.
"I remember you. I tried to dance with you but, your boyfriend pushed me away. Well, he's not here now and that won't stop me from making you mine!" the Taiwanese man said drunkenly.
"Oooh! You're asking for it now!" Syd said, temper flaring.
"What are you gonna do, report me?" the Taiwanese man taunted.
"I'm going to defend myself, of course!" Syd shouted in perfect Taiwanese.
The unintelligent man merely laughed. Syd kicked him hard in the stomach. He flew backward into a wall and crumpled to the floor. Syd then flipped backward several times, did a roll in the air, and landed on her feet on the narrow spiral staircase. She ran up the stairs. When she reached the door, she took out a lockpick and soon the door opened.
She raced in and hid behind a gurney.
If anyone had looked they would have seen a blur speed behind a gurney. Syd saw a gurney next to her. It had an automatic switch to make it move. She set it to high, noiselessly moved it to the middle of the hallway, and turned it on.
Khasinau was about to use the scalpel on a certain Vaughn, but he heard the commotion, and therefore went to check on it. He ran past Syd's hiding place. Syd grabbed the bar and used it to flip herself onto the top of the gurney. Then, grabbing the other bar, she flipped herself from a crouch to an upright position. She raced down the hall, looking at the bodies. Then she saw Vaughn. She ran to his side.
"Vaughn," Sydney pleaded.
"Sydney," Vaughn mumbled in his sleep, because he was dreaming about her.
"Vaughn," Syd said hopefully.
Vaughn was waking up a bit.
"Syd," Vaughn moaned.
"Khasinau's coming," Syd warned.
Vaughn's eyes still did not open. Syd thought for a moment. She had to do this. Anything to wake him up, she shrugged.
Syd slowly leaned over Vaughn. She got closer and closer until she was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His forehead wrinkled. She had wanted to do this for so long. Kiss away his worries, she thought. Too bad his worries are mostly me.
Syd leaned in, closed her eyes, moved closer and closer and...................................kissed Vaughn's forehead.
That of course woke Vaughn up. Vaughn saw his angel leaning above him. She was still kissing his forehead. He smiled a giddy grin, feeling like a schoolboy who had just kissed his first crush. He came back down to Earth.
"Khasinau's coming," Vaughn replied.
Syd snapped out of the haven she was in and moved away, a sheepish grin on her face. She must have kissed him for a minute or something. In reality, it had been 5 minutes, but all that mattered to her was the fact that he was there, alive, and she had kissed him.
She unfastened the belt trapping him against the table, her fingers brushing his bare flesh, and pulled the blanket off of him.
"Here, you need a shirt," she said, handing him the jacket she had worn.
"Thanks," was his jovial remark.
They sped out the door. Syd slid down the bannister and landed in Vaughn's arms. He spun her around.
They ran through the club. Vaughn pushed the drunk man away again. They ran to where Syd's mother was. They saw a note on the door. It said:
Dear Sydney,
Make yourself at home in the room next door. There is a working fridge,clothes for you and Mr. Vaughn, a bathroom, a king sized bed, a t.v., and many other things in there to keep yourself amused. Have fun!
Love,
Mom & Dad xoxoxoxoxo
"Sweet," Sydney mused.
Syd and Vaughn entered the room. Syd started crying. Vaughn, who had removed the jacket, but Syd didn't know that, hugged her.
Syd looked into his eyes and a strange feeling came over her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What strange feeling came over Syd? What's going to happen between her and Vaughn? What are Irina and Jack doing? Where is everyone else? Tune in next time on...Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Four: Uninhibited
Syd started rubbing her hands purposefully across Vaughn's bare chest. Vaughn was astounded. Something was not right about this. A second ago, they had been hugging in a more platonic manner, and now she was...what? Vaughn was shivering. Not because he was cold, but because Syd was touching him in THAT way.
"Syd, what are you doing?" Vaughn asked curiously.
"I think we both know what I'm doing, Mike," Syd whispered seductively in Vaughn's ear.
"Syd, WHY are you doing this?" Vaughn asked, with a bit of fear in his voice.
"Why are you not pleased with this?" Syd countered.
"Sydney, this isn't you," Vaughn said, delibrately changing the subject.
"Maybe I'm just more me than I've ever been," Syd said angrily.
"Syd, you shouldn't..."
"I know how I feel, but how about you?" Syd questioned, interrupting Vaughn.
"Syd, you're sick, you need to get help," Vaughn pleaded, purposely evading her question.
"DO YOU WANT ME OR NOT?" Syd screamed.
"Sydney, calm down..." Vaughn said, just as he was interrupted by Sydney again.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Vaughn. It's like I'm the only person in the room, like I just gave you a lapdance," Syd spoke softly, caressing Vaughn's face.
Vaughn blushed.
"Syd, you're not well. Let me help you," Vaughn pleaded, staring into Syd's eyes.
"I know you want this, why won't you allow Fate to intervene?" Syd questioned.
"The Syd I know wouldn't act like this, The Syd I know would never try to pull anything like this," Vaughn stated unwavering.
"Well then, I guess you don't know me!" Syd said, mad.
"Syd has control," Vaughn reassured her.
"She used to. It's unfair to deprive a woman of something she's wanted this long! I've never felt more alive!" Syd exclaimed, raising her arms toward the sky.
"You are inhibited, just like the rest of us," Vaughn stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're one to talk, you could have had me so many times in the warehouse, but you are so tightly wound, that you didn't even make a move," Syd said forcefully.
"Syd, nothing will ever happen between us," Vaughn stated boldly.
"Liar," Syd murmured, before lightly pressing her lips against his.
The pressure increased, and everywhere she touched him, he was on fire. He was kissing her with equal or more passion than she showed him. She deepened the kiss. Eventually, they had to break apart for oxygen.
"Wow," Syd breathed before promptly fainting.
"Yeah," Vaughn echoed.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
What will happen to Syd? If that just happened to Syd, what will happen to Vaughn? And Jack and Irina? What about all those other cliffhangers? Tune in next time on....... Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Five: Aid and Recovery
Vaughn caught Sydney in his arms, putting the kiss to the back of his mind. That was very hard to do. Matter of fact, he was still thinking about it.
He carried Syd to the bed.
"I'm not a china doll, Michael," Syd whispered in her sleep.
Hearing her speak made him nearly drop her. He gently placed her on the bed. He tucked her in the covers. She thrashed around a bit while he was doing this. She suddenly sat straight up in the bed.
"Wait," Syd said.
Vaughn did so. Syd promptly stripped off her shirt. Vaughn blushed heavily. He knew that this was still Wild Syd.
"Oh, come on, you've seen me in much less before, and you didn't seem to mind then!" Syd said groggily.
"There's a difference. You were yourself then," Vaughn stated.
"Don't leave me. And if you do, I get a kiss when you come back," Syd said very deliriously.
"Okay," Vaughn promised, pulling the covers over her.
He left the room. He went to Irina's bedroom, next door. He knocked softly. Nothing. He knocked harder. Irina heard this.
"Go away," Irina said breathlessly.
Vaughn shook his head. He had to do this. For Syd, he thought. Vaughn ran backwards. He then ran forward, kicking the door open. He was a bit grossed out by the scene before him.
Irina and Jack were making out. Gosh, would they ever come up for air? No wonder Irina was breathless. They obviously hadn't heard him.
"Ahem," Vaughn coughed.
Jack and Irina broke apart. Irina smiled sheepishly. Jack fixed a death glare on his face. He had had a lot of practice with this, what with using it on Will, annoying people, Noah, Danny, Vaughn, Sydney's boyfriend's, lower-level agents...You know, like EVERYONE. The death glare, however, clashed with the giddy grin on his face.
"What is it, Mr. Vaughn? I was busy!" Jack snapped.
Vaughn smirked, amused at seeing Jack close to flustered.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't tell Sydney, If that's what you were wondering," Vaughn taunted.
Jack gave him a special death glare to show that he shouldn't joke around.
"Sydney's sick," Vaughn said, failing to keep the emotion out of his voice.
Jack's death glare immediately changed into a worried look. Irina stopped blushing, her face pale with worry.
"What did she do?" asked Irina urgently.
"She acted totally out of character, has a fever, and fainted awhile ago," Vaughn replied, confused.
Irina turned paler. She looked about ready to faint.
"I was afraid of this," she said in a deadly whisper.
"Did you... Did you... touch any of the Circumefrence water?" Irina said shakily.
"Yeah, I nearly drowned in it," Vaughn snorted.
Irina rummaged in a drawer. She found a small packet of pills and a bottle of medicine. She grabbed a spoon and Jack's hand and raced to Syd's room.
"Vaughn, is that you? Where's my kiss?" Syd asked, blindly.
Jack glared at Vaughn. Vaughn blushed.
"I had to," He murmured.
Jack glared again.
"What? She can be really persistant," Vaughn shrugged.
Irina was giving Syd the pills and medication.
"I believe you," she remarked.
"Why?" asked Vaughn incredulously.
"That water makes you do crazy things. Like try to seduce people they are attracted to. See, there's nothing holding them back...No inhibitions," Irina said thoughtfully.
Vaughn blushed, again. Syd was coming to.
"What do you remember?" questioned Vaughn eagerly.
"Ummm...Hugging you...You carrying me...Not much else," Syd pondered.
"I thought so," Vaughn remarked a bit sadly.
"Did I do anything to you?" Syd asked suspiciously.
"Nope, nada, nothing at all," lied Vaughn, who was a bit depressed.
"Right," Syd said sarcastically.
Syd's mom handed Syd the pills and medicine. She whispered that if Vaughn tried to kiss her to promptly give him the pills. This, of course made Sydney blush.
"Sydney, dear, we must have a family reunion tomorrow," Irina said after a while.
"Okay," Syd replied.
"I'll go send Sark to pick them up," Irina replied, walking out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED..................
Who are Syd's relatives? Will Vaughn's be present? How are they related? When will I post next? When will all the other characters come into play? Find out next time on............Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.
Chapter Six: The Bristow/Vaughn Family Reunion
Syd rose early. Her newly found relatives were coming. She had to get ready. She silently slipped up from the bed and snuck over to the wardrobe. Out of nowhere, an arm grabbed her. The same arm covered her mouth.
She ran up the side of the wardrobe. She landed on her feet, free from the enemy's arms. She turned around, and saw...Vaughn.
Vaughn began laughing hard. He clutched his stomach. Syd glared at him.
"What is it with all the people glaring at me?" Vaughn said, gasping for breath.
"Don't ever do that again!" Syd warned.
Syd then opened the beautiful mahogany dresser. She pulled out a dress. She shooed Vaughn off after he chose his clothing.
The dress was pure white, strapless, and encrusted with precious gems. She did her hair up in a bun with pearls in it for decoration. She put on lots of beautiful jewelery, a gift from her mom (for all the missed birthdays, she said). She draped a gauzy shawl over her pale shoulders and stepped back from the full-lenghth mirror to admire the affect.
Vaughn stared at Sydney. She looked drop dead gorgeous! He looked and felt like a love-struck puppy. He too was dressed up, but, in his opinion, Sydney was better looking than he could ever be.
Irina popped up im the doorway.
"Children, time to wake up!" Irina hollered.
"We're up, Mom," said Sydney politely.
Irina was struck by her daughter's beauty. No wonder half of her guards were in love with her. She was radiant. She looked a bit like a bride on her wedding day. Who would the husband be? She stared directly at Vaughn. Yep, this man would do. She had plans. And she would stop at nothing to get them accomplished.
"Come now, time to meet the family," Irina announced.
Syd and Vaughn followed willingly. Irina led them to a large room. She through the doors open. Eleven people, decked up similarly to their little group appeared before them at a huge round table. She reconized only three faces out of the eleven.
One was her father. Ana Espinosa and Sark were there too. Oh no! They couldn't possibly! But they had to be...Oy with the poodles already!
The other guests were a raven-haired woman with blue eyes and a carefree attitude, a young brown-haired beauty with blue eyes that matched those of the raven-haired woman. The two were obviously related.
And sitting next to the women, were two men with whom they were bantering lightly with. The first one was a gruff-looking flannel wearing man with dark hair and eyes and the trademark blue backwards baseball hat. The younger one, who was talking to the brunette animatedly, had bark-colored hair that was gelled up. He was wearing a Metallica tee shirt. He too looked like he was related to the older man.
The small group looked like a family. She would remember this thought for a long time afterwards. She wondered how she was related to them, as they looked like more of a family on their own than they would with her.
The others at the table were twins, obviously. The two girls looked exactly like her. The guys favored Vaughn. She pondered their names. Oh well, she could find out later.
Irina stepped up to a microphone.
"Hello all! Our special guest have arrived, so lets get this party started. We are going to pass the microphone around, stating our name, home country..."
Irina could not hide her hertitage at that moment.
"...Our job, and some random facts about ourselves. I will begin," Irina stated.
"She reminds me of Paris," the brunette whispered.
The charcoal-haired woman laughed and nodded.
"I am Irina Anastasia Derevko. I am from Lenigrad, Russia, but that was back when it was named St. Petersburg. I am forty-seven years of age. I am a former KGB spy and am married to Jack Bristow," Irina described.
At the mention of the KGB, everyone except Vaughn, her dad, her, Sark, and Anna looked surprised.
"Woah!" The charcoal-headed woman breathed.
Irina passed the mike to Jack.
"I am Johnathan Donahue Bristow. I am forty-seven years old. I am from San Francisco. I sell airplane parts for Continental," Jack stated, rather bored.
The two dark-haired women cracked up. They promply shut up when Jack fixed his death glare upon them.
He passed it to Syd. Everyone stared at the Spyparents. They were shocked that the KGB and CIA agents, once mortal enemies, were married.
"Hi, ya'll! I'm Sydney Anne Bristow. I'm from Los Angeles, California. I am twenty-eight years old. I work for Credit Dauphine. Jack and Irina are my parents," Sydney said all of this calmly, and then she passed the
mike to Vaughn.
"Hello! I'm Michael William Vaughn. I am thirty years old. I work at the CIA. My dad was CIA. I am from Fleury, Normandy, France," Vaughn said clearly.
He passed it to the man in flannel, who looked a bit shell-shocked that there were so many spies present.
"Oh, well, I'm Luke Danes. I run a diner, I'm thirty-five,
from Stars Hollow, what more is there to tell," Luke said, shrugging. He nonchalantly passed the mike to his female companion.
"Hi! I'm Lorelai Victoria Gilmore and I'm a coffee addict! I am thirty-two and I manage The Independence Inn and I have a daughter named Rory, who's right next to me and I'm from Hartford, Connecticut, but I've lived in Stars Hollow for more than half of my life," Lorelai rambled, a mile per minute.
She was highly caffeinated! She spoke really fast. She was a bit on the bubbly side. She, in turn, passed the microphone to her daughter.
"Hi! I am Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, or Rory for short. I am a Stars Hollow native, I go to Chilton Prep., and I'm seventeen!" Rory announced.
Interesting, she thought. Rory passed the microphone to the juvenile deliquent next to her.
"I'm Jess Mariano. I live in Star's Hollow, but I'm origianlly from New York. I'm seventeen, too. I love reading, like my friend over here, Rory," Jess said quickly.
Rory blushed. There was SOMETHING going on between those two, thought Sydney.
He then passed the mike to Anna.
"I'm Anna Maria Espinosa. I am a top lawyer for Gamble and Dole Law. I am thirty-one. I am from Valencia, Spain, but I live in Moscow, Russia," Anna drawled.
She passed the mike to Sark with a look of distaste.
"I am Sark Alexander Khasinau. I was raised in London, England. I live here in Taipei, Taiwan. I work for Irina. I am twenty-two years old," Sark stated, poker face in place.
"What's the Sark stand for?" Blurted all the women except Anna and Irina.
"Sarcastic," Sark replied, face turned down.
Everyone, including Jack, burst into incontrollable fits of laughter. Sark pouted.
"You're all big fat MEANIEHEADS!" cried Sark.
This got them laughing even harder. Sark frowned and turned his head away from the laughter.
He chucked the mike at one of the Sydney twins. A Vaughn twin leap in front of her and took the hit. He handed her the mike gently. She curtsied.
"Hi, I'm Soleil d'Amore. I was raised in Fleury, Normandy. I'm twenty-eight. I work for Mes Aimes Miserables," stated Soleil calmly with a French accent. She passed the mike to the man next to her.
"I am Matthew Delorme. I am from Fleury too. I am thirty and I work for FIA. I am Sol's co-worker," he said nonchalantly.
He passed the mike to another woman who looked like Syd.
"I am Salome Rodriguez. I am from Madrid, Spain. I'm twenty-eight and I work for Los Angeles de Guardiana," Salome said with a very Spanish accent.
She passed the mike to Vaughn's last twin.
"I am Maurice Estarez. I am thirty, from Madrid, and I work for the SIG," he stated with a clear strong Spanish accent.
They had finished their statements. What was next?
TO BE CONTINUED...................
What will happen next? How are they all related? What about Will? And Dixon? And Emily? Find out next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Seven: Blood Ties
"I'm sure that you are all wondering your relation to the others present. I will answer all your questions now," said Irina intelligently.
Sydney was the first to speak.
"Mom, am I related to Anna?" Sydney questioned, nervously.
Syd's nervousness did not show to anyone but Vaughn. She did not want to be related to Anna, in any way.
"Sydney dear, Anna is unfortunately related to you. She is a weird variant of a half sister to you. The KGB was pressuring me to have an affair with Sloane. I of course, would not.
"I mean: A. I was married to your father. and B. Sloane is a slimy despicable weasel who is an insult to all villains. Anyway, they took some DNA from him and I and put them in the womb of one of K-Directorate's top agents, Marta Espinosa," Irina said this in a manner that matched her feelings towards Anna.
Her feelings towards Anna were disgust. Anna was a ----. She went after nearly any man with facial features. The girl hit on Khasinau, for crying out loud! She had to fend her away from Jack with a crowbar. She got it from her mother, Irina thought.
Sark spoke up next.
"Who is my mother?" pondered Sark.
"Sark, I am your mother," Irina replied sounding like Darth Vader.
"And Khasinau's my father, right?" questioned Sark.
"UGH! Who in their right mind would like their superior? No offense, Sydney! You're dad's Jack. I am not a ----! Anna, on the other hand..." Irina trailed off.
"MOM!" Anna shrieked.
"You don't have the right to call me that yet!" Irina yelled back at her.
"Sarcastic, why'd you name me that? No one in their right mind would name their kid that!"
"Well, what was I supposed to do? I was on major painkillers! And it's Sarcasm, not Sarcastic," Irina barked at her only son.
"Anyways, it fits you! The British accent adds to your natural air of sarcasm," said Irina, hands in the air.
"Hey, um, you, Crazy Paris Clone...Why am I here?" asked Lorelai uncertantly.
"Who is this Paris you speak of?" Irina asked impatiently.
"Probably my sister," muttered Sark.
"A good friend," Rory filled in, elbowing Lorelai.
"She's not like Paris. She's cool. You could have an intelligent conversation with her...unlike Bag Boy," Jess said, smirking.
"Who's Dean?" asked Sydney.
"My boyfriend," Rory replied.
"No wonder Jess hates his guts," said Sydney, smirking.
"Hey, you stole my smirk! That's my trademark!" Jess said scowling.
"I suppose that you use it when Bag Boy is towering over you, being all green with envy," Sydney shot back, smirk in place.
"Why would Dean be jealous of him?" asked Rory innocently.
"If it were up to Jess, Dean would be your ex-boyfriend. I do believe that he has made some progress on that goal, am I not correct, Rory?" Sydney remarked in that weird form of talking that her brother frequented.
Rory blushed. Jess had a surprised look on his face. How did she know so much?
Syd continued,"Anyway, you and Jess have a few things together that you and Dean do not possess. One thing is Chemistry. Another is the ability to talk about everything. And the last thing is having things in common. You need a lot of time to reflect on your relationship with Dean. Of course, Dean's probably too stupid to know that you two were not meant to be."
"Lorelai, you are my daughter. You were born before Jack had proposed to me. Jack is your father too. I could not raise you myself at the time, so I left you with Jack's sister. She had no children and her husband was out of town at the time that she would've been pregnant. I named you Lorelai in reflection of the marriage that would happen eventually between me and Jack. I knew that I would lure him to his death in the end, just like the Lorelei in fairy tales. I never thought that you would live up to your name, however," Lorelai stood there, shell-shocked.
"That's why me and Emily don't get along. She's not my mom. Hey, Ror, does that mean that we still have to go to Friday night dinners?" Lorelai said, recovering quickly.
"I'm afraid so. And she's your aunt," Rory stated matter-of-factly.
"Drat," said Lorelai sadly.
Lorelai looked at Rory and they both smiled. They ran to Irina and hugged her tightly. Syd, Vaughn, Luke, Jess, and Jack smiled.
"I love you," said Irina quietly.
"Me too, Mom, me too," muttered Lorelai.
"Why do I have two look-alikes?" asked Vaughn curiously.
"We are not your look-alikes!" yelled Matt and Mori.
"Actually, you are. Michael was born first," replied Irina factually.
Vaughn looked at her, confused.
"Bill told me, before They took him away..." Irina said, trailing off.
"So I suppose that you are my mother," Vaughn said sardonically.
"No, you and your brothers are Marie's. Those two were taken by Them. They were given to agents in the countries that you're from. My daughters, Soleil and Salome had the same thing happen to them," said Irina a bit dreamily.
"And them?" Vaughn questioned, pointing to Luke and Jess.
"Luke is your older brother. Your aunt's sister-in-law abducted Luke and Liz from the hospital as babies. Jess is Liz's son. That makes him your nephew..."said Irina, but was interrupted by Jack.
"Jess is my son. I was trying to get over Irina and Sydney. I was on a business trip in New York when I met your mother. Iwas really drunk...and one thing led to another..." rambled Jack.
Everyone was stunned.
"Eeeeeew! I did not need to hear that!" Sydney shrieked.
She then promptly began crying. Vaughn, per usual, comforted her.
"I agree with my sister on this! This is like one of the two things we agree on. The first is that Anna is stupider than Dean!" Sark said, turning green.
"I wouldn't know about that," Jess assured his half brother.
"Anna hit on Khasinau! Alexander Khasinau! The man is old enough to be Syd's grandfather, for crying out loud!" Sark said crazily.
"He is," Jack replied.
"Oh boy!" Syd said sadly.
"Why didn't you tell me this, Jack! I have a right to know! I mean, I mothered five of your children! I give you nine years of marriage, and this is how you repay me! Do you care about me at all! All I've ever done is love you and you hurt me time and time again!" said Irina hysterically.
"Hurt YOU! You betrayed me! You killed me! I am a mere shadow of what I once was! And it's all because of you! You abandonded me! You have abandoned every child you bore! Sark - off to boarding school, Sydney - with me, Salome- Spain, Soleil - France, Lorelai - my sister's, and you want absolutely nothing to do with Anna! Who's the real parent here!" Jack yelled.
"At least I didn't leave my children to a nanny! The KGB took them away from me! Every last one of them! I'm not speaking to you anymore, much less have a relationship with you! Go away!" Irina screamed.
Jack stormed out.
"So you and my father didn't..." Vaughn asked once Irina had calmed down.
Irina looked Vaughn straight in the eyes, noticing the hand that held Sydney's.
"Yes. We did," she replied in a hoarse whisper loud enough to be heard by everyone.
TO BE CONTINUED.................
Will Jack and Irina keep fighting?What are everyone's reactions to Irina's news? When will they go back home? When will Anna hit on the Vaughn brothers? What's happening on their home turf? What's Irina's story? Find out next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Chapter Eight: Faking it...Or Were They?
Irina held her breath. Sark turned a violent shade of green. Sydney felt faint. Vaughn was sweating. Anna had a self-satisfied smirk on her face. The others simply looked on in confusion, some not even understanding the implied meaning.
"I need to go lie down," said Syd softly.
"I'll go with you," Vaughn replied almost immediately.
They both blushed. Sydney was staggering. Vaughn, being the gentleman that he is, supported her. They went through the door behind the table.
Through this door were exactly six double beds, one single, a sleeping bag, six wardrobes, some couches, a tv, some video's, a fridge, tons of junk food, and everyone's luggage.
The sleeping arrangments would be chosen later. Vaughn carefully set the faint Syd on the bed. He, not feeling so great himself, layed down next to her. He glanced over at her and carefully kissed her on the forehead before drifting of into a blissful slumber filled with dreams of Sydney, SD-6 being taken down, and Sloane dying a very painful death.
"I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to the restroom," said Sark nauseously.
He ran from the room. Anna sneered at Irina.
"Who's the ---- now, Mom?" Anna said, gloating.
Irina's voice was icy cold. She had had a terrible day. Her and Jack had fought, she had seen Anna, she told of her deepest secrets...The list went on and on.
"I am not a ----. I did not hit on Khasinau, like you, Child. He is my father, and I'm sure he does not like to hear cat calls from women young enough to be his Granddaughter, which you are, by the way. And, as I said before, you have no right to call me Mother. Marta is more your mother than me. You inherited far more from her, even though our DNA may be similar. I do not want to hear another word from you this evening. Got it?" Irina said angrily.
Anna looked scared.
"Okay," came her meeble reply.
Irina spun on her heel and entered the bedroom. She smiled, looking at her daughter and her friend. They were soo cute. She would awaken them in fifteen minutes.
About five minutes later, Sark came in the room. The color had returned to his face. She suspected that he had thrown up. He was acting a bit too cheery.
The others talked quietly among themselves. Finally the fifteen minutes had passed. Irina roughly shook Syd and Vaughn awake. Nearly as soon as Vaughn awoke, Anna began flirting with him. She tried to "entice" him by rubbing against him, trying to kiss him, and more poor flirting.
After twenty minutes of this, Vaughn looked like a puppy that had been stuck in a room with a girl who dressed it in doll's clothes. The looks he sent everyone were pleading "Somebody save me!"
Syd saw this and decided to help him. She winked at him. He motioned for him to hurry up. She strutted over. She had changed into a pink tank top and bleached jeans.
"Anna, stop boring the poor guy to death!" Sydney said as if she were talking about the weather.
"Am not!" Anna remarked childishly.
"I could argue about this for almost thiry years, but I really think that his life would be very sad by then," Syd spoke, sounding a bit like her brother's.
"You act like you have any claim on him! I doubt that," Anna said snarkily.
"I do actually. He's my boyfriend. So back away, girl, before this gets ugly! You're ugly enough already!" Syd replied with a smirk.
"Prove that he's your boyfriend," Anna challenged.
"Why do I have to prove anything to YOU?" Syd said angrily.
"Looks like someone's a chicken! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!" shouted Anna.
"Is that a challenge?" Syd asked.
"Yes, I think so," Anna yelled.
"Bring it on!" yelled Syd.
"Kiss him," said Anna smugly.
"Okay. Here goes,"she whispered in Vaughn's ear.
Syd and Vaughn's lips collided. For the third time in his life, Vaughn felt like he was drowning. Only one of those times had he actually been drowning. This was even better than the first time. He felt priveleged. He had kissed Syd twice in two days! And both times were amazing. He thanked God for Anna doing this.
Wow! So this was what it was like to kiss Vaughn! Syd felt...Whoa! She was loving every minute of this. She loved this only a fourth as much as Vaughn himself. At it shall be the kiss by which all others are measured, thought Syd.
A few seconds later they broke apart, but not after Jack had spotted them. Everyone was shell-shocked at what they had just done. This was not good.
TO BE CONTINUED................................
What will Jack do after seeing Syd and Vaughn kiss?How will this affect Syd and Vaughn's relationship? What will all the others do? Will Sark be sick again? Will Anna learn her lesson? What about all the folks back home? Will Irina and Jack make up? And what about Irina's news? Find out in the next chapter of Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.
Chapter Nine: Unnoticed...I Wish!
Jack speed-walked over to Syd and Vaughn. He roughly grabbed their arms and pulled them to a closet. Unbeknownst to Jack, Irina was following them. She thought that her former husband had some nerve to drag her daughter and boyfriend around like they were toys. And then, of course, there was the fact that she was really mad at Jack.
Jack slammed the door shut behind them. He shoved Syd and Vaughn (especially Vaughn) against the wall.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL? THAT WAS BLATANTLY AGAINST PROTOCOL! YOU KNOW THAT MR. VAUGHN! WE ALL KNOW THAT! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO LEAVE YOU TWO WITH IRINA!" Jack yelled, pacing angrily.
He sent a powerful death glare at Vaughn. Syd wrapped her arms around Vaughn. She was scared. This, however, only made Jack madder.
"YOU CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER, EH? YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! I'M TELLING DEVLIN!" yelled Jack, whose face was blood red.
Irina spoke up.
"I did not encourage them yet. Anna egged them on. She was drooling on Michael, Syd came to help. She said that she was his girlfriend, Anna wanted proof. So they kissed. Big deal, THEY KISSED! So WHAT! Their relationship is none of your business. Or can you get that through your thick skull, Jack?" Irina argued.
Jack spun to face her. He looked livid.
"MY SKULL IS NOT THICK! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" Jack yelled, moving closer to Irina.
"I THINK I DO! I WAS YOUR WIFE AND THE WIFE IS ALWAYS RIGHT! YOU CANNOT BEAT ME IN AN ARGUMENT!" Irina yelled back, moving closer.
"YEAH RIGHT! LIZ AND JESS WERE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! AND YOU STILL BUTTED IN! YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE!" Jack yelled, still moving closer.
"I WAS YOUR WIFE! WE HAD JUST STARTED SOMETHING! I HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW! IF YOU HAD JUST TOLD ME, I WOULDN'T BE MAD!" Irina yelled back, moving closer again.
Jack and Irina were now so close that they were almost nose to nose. Sydney looked from one parent to another. She spoke up.
"Mom, Dad was not honest with either of us about his past relationships, but you did return the favor! What about you and Bill? We still have no explanation to that mystery," Sydney reminded.
Jack's head whipped to the side at the mention of Bill. Irina's eyes grew wide. Jack looked to Vaughn for confirmation. Vaughn looked down and nodded. Jack had a stricken look on his face. If he did cry, or show emotion, for that matter, Syd was sure that he would now if he could. Jack backed away from Irina. Syd pushed a chair underneath him.
"Let me explain," Irina pleaded.
Syd nodded.
Irina began what would become a long tale of sorrow, endurance, power, and corruption.
"It all began a few months after I had supposedly killed Bill Vaughn. I never really killed the men before, the KGB just took them into custody. This time was different. They ordered me to kill Bill and even gave me a gun. The thing that I didn't know was that the gun was filled with tranquilizer bullets. The KGB snapped a few photos, placed them in key spots, and dragged his body away." Irina paused.
"A few months later they ordered extraction because They needed me for a new op. So, I faked my death like I had done years before. They picked me up. For a few months, I lived in the lap of luxury with my father in Moscow. I even got to meet Stalin. Then, I was needed for an op. Dad warned me not to take it, but I payed his warnings no heed. I had just given birth to Sark a few months before, and I needed to relax, he said." Irina shook her head.
"Not listening to my father was one of the stupidest things I've ever done. But I was a patriot to my country and obeyed Stalin's every word. I left Sark with my father to raise while I was gone. I didn't know that I wouldn't come back for years." Irina looked sad.
"The KGB was obsessed with Rambaldi and other prophecies, much like Hitler. They had recently acquiered a prophecy. They forced me to memorize the prophecy. The prophecy went like this:
One day there shall arise a son of mine. He shall hold endless power with the right training. Many shall hunt him, but few shall truly succede in winning his loyalty. He, when coupled with the Slavic women of the line of Khas, shall form many entities of power, both good and evil.
This woman shall possess unseen marks, signs that she will be the one fortold in my works. She will be consumed with fury, a burning anger. Unless prevented by vulgar cost, this woman shall render the Union unto utter desolation. This woman, with no pretense, will have had her effect, never visiting the beauty of my sunrise behind Mount Sebatico. Perhaps a single hike would have prevented her fate.
She will have married another and birthed five children to him, and fleeing not willingly, she visits the depths of the sea twice in her lifetime. My desendant, too, is a parent to five, and with the same career as the woman's man, he shall perish at the hands of the woman to the world.
The world will know of only two of their ten children. The rest shall be left with others, bad and good. The two children announced to the world shall be more star-crossed than I and my sweet Bella. They knowingly and not follow in their parent's footsteps.
The children of my descendant and the woman, shall be special, abnormal, different, wtih many gifts. All ten of them will influence the world as the others. Some use their power for good, others evil. This family will undergo many trials and tribulations. Beware!" Irina finished.
"Anyway, the first thing the did was lock me in a room with Bill. I was shocked that he was alive. He explained how and why. I was later informed that I had to have children with him. I refused. I had a husband and I would not cheat on him, I said. They told me that he had forgotten, gotten over me, that it all was a lie. They threatened me with bodily harm." Irina trembled slightly.
"I would lie to them. Every month, however, they would give me a pregnancy test. I cheated on it. They found out and started using an error-proof one. Every time I didn't pass, they would remove an article of clothing from one of us. We would talk occasionally about things in the room. It had a bathroom and everything. Eventually, we had to give in. We were wearing next to nothing." Irina paused, and tears rans down her cheeks in rivulets.
"We had to. I became pregnant. They put me on experimental fertility drugs. I was pregnant with dectuplets. They took pictures of them. And videos. Ten was a record. They even turned it into Guiness. I had beaten a world record. All of my children lived. The KGB took them away from me."
"First born was Angelique Solange on November twenty-first at about nine o'clock at night. Haley Razi was born two minutes after Angelique. Then at seven forty the next morning, Mana Sibyl was born. Elita Alexis was born next, on the twenty-fifth of December. Then, the next morning, Michaela Remedy was born. On February fourteenth, Darci Miniya was born. Mardi Sema was born on Mardi Gra. Electra Messina arrived on July fourth. On October thirty-first at twelve o'clock midnight, Lena Desdemona was born. Last of all, Cassondra Lonnit was born on December thirty-first at twelve A.M." Irina wiped the tears away.
"The KGB took them away. Six years later, I was gonna make my escape. I ran to where they were kept. They had brainwashed a few. They didn't want to go. I managed to escape with Angelique, Mana, Elita, and Haley. They grabbed Bill just before we were going to escape. He told me to run with the children. I did this and met up with Dad. He offered me a vacation in Rome. I went and enjoyed myself. Rambaldi had created a time machine. They had used this to go back in time and make the children Syd's age. And, then to make a long story short, the KGB fell, I started building up The Man's Organization, and so on..." Irina rambled off.
Irina called out the door and a few figures walked in. Everyone was stunned.
TO BE CONTINUED.............................
Who are the mysterious figures? Is Bill alive? How many figures are there? How will everyone react to Irina's news? Will Jack forgive Irina? What about the others? All these questions and more will be answered next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device!
Translations:
Angelique- Angel in French Solange- Angel of Sun or Earth
Haley- Hero Razi- Secret
Mana- Pyschic gifts Sibyl- Seer
Elita- The Chosen One Alexis- Defender of Mankind
Michaela- The female form of Michael Remedy- Cure
Darci- Dark One Miniya- Much is expected of her
Mardi- Tuesday in French Sema- Divine Omen
Electra- The Shining One Messina- The Spoiler
Lena- Illustrious Temptress Desdemona- Of the Devil
Cassondra- Not to be believed Lonnit- Imposter
Chapter Ten: Council to My Brothers
Irina turned around. She smiled. The others looked on in confusion. Meanwhile, a small crowd of family had gathered outside. They could hear voices.
"I bet Mom and Dad are getting it on in there," Lorelai said all-knowingly.
"LORELAI!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the crowd from Stars Hollow.
Lorelai shrugged. She shook her head. It could be happening, she thought. It was plausible. Gosh, people these days could stand nothing dirty. Luke had the least tolerence of all. That was exactly why she loved tormenting him.
"Nah! It's probably my uncle and Syd! If you ask me it's about time that he got some action. Go Sydney!" Jess remarked, smirking.
"Jess. You don't even know Michael," Luke said warningly.
"I might not know Michael, but I do know that my uncle and sister are getting it on in there," Jess said, trademark smirk in place.
"Hey! I just saw four more girls go in there! Your uncle is one lucky man!" Sark replied.
"Eeewww! Dirty," Lorelai remarked sarcastically.
It was at that moment that Jess realized that Lorelai was his half sister. He shuddered at the thought.
"Jess, what's wrong?" asked Rory worriedly.
"Nothing," Jess grunted.
"Stop acting like Luke," Lorelai remarked.
"We are related. Therefore, if I acted like Luke, then you would fall in love with me too, right Sis?" Jess taunted.
Boy that kid had some nerve! Saying that she was in love with Luke and calling her Sis! But you are...A little voice in her head interrupted. She squelched that thought. She and Jess had the same father! Eeeewwww! And this was the kid that was in love with her daughter! Poor Rory!
Lorelai was about to launch herself at Jess and begin strangling him when the door to the closet was thrown open. This did not stop Lorelai from her attack, however. Syd burst out and did a series of back flips. After doing what seemed like fourty-seven of them, she landed abruptly on her feet.
She slid in between her dueling siblings. She used her arms to keep them apart. An idea came to her and she ordered Luke to hold Lorelai and Rory to hold Jess. She knew that these two would distract the fighting Bristows.
The four unknown women, Vaughn, Irina, and Jack all stepped out of the closet, where they had been watching the scene before them interestedly. At certain points (like the one about him and Syd), Jack had, well, abused the walls.
Syd spun around.
"Who are you?" Syd barked the question savagely at the quartet.
The four looked at each other. They were all gorgeous, and there was something very familiar about them, thought Syd.
They looked about her age. She was a bit surprised that the men weren't going crazy over them. But then again, they were almost all spoken for.
The first one had shiny shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She looked a bit like...Oh who was it? Her eyes scoured the room and landed on Vaughn. He was good looking, she sighed a love-struck sigh mentally. Vaughn! That's who she looked like! This girl was a female version of Vaughn! She was wearing a long, white, shimmery dress. It was sleeveless with a silken cord tying it back. On her feet, she wore white matching slippers. She looked a bit angelic.
Her eyes wandered to the next woman. She had brown hair and piercing green eyes that obviously ran in the family. She was wearing a blue tank top and a blue ankle-length skirt. She more resembled her mother. But she looked a bit different. She had bags under her eyes and looked very weary, jet-lagged, and over-worked. Of course, so was she. She hid it a bit better, however. She looked a bit angry at the blonde.
The next girl had black shoulder-length hair and chocolate brown colored eyes.She looked perky and optimistic. She was smiling hugely. There was something off about her. She was wearing a white quarter-length shirt and a black skirt with a slit up each side that went to her knees. On her feet were simple slip-on white tennis shoes. This showed that she was as carefree as her smile suggested.
The last woman was probably the most complex of the four. She was wearing a shimmering purple peasant top with wide sleeves and a knee-length leopard print skirt. She wore a pale rose veil that covered her face from the eyes down. Countless bangles jingled at her wrists and ankles. A single necklace graced her pale neck. It was long with a cresent moon pendant in the center. The moon was made of an unknown metal or jem. Rings covered her slender fingers and large silver hoop earrings dangled from her ears. She was wearing platforms with a leather patchwork design of brown hues. The shoes made her four inches taller. She had reddish-brown hair and emerald-colored eyes, like her sister. She looked interesting to say the least.
"I suppose explantions are in order," the blonde replied.
"I am Angelique Vaughn. I help people. I am a guardian angel, if you will," she replied in a calm soothing tone.
Vaughn had used that tone on Sydney. Syd and Vaughn put the pieces together and a moment later, knowing looks crossed their faces.
The brunette snatched an invisible microphone from the blonde and began to introduce herself.
"Thanks, Angie!" she said harshly, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
This could get interesting, thought Sark.
"I have told you that I dislike that name time and time again. Please stop calling me that, Haley," Angelique said firmly.
"Whatever. I'm Haley Vaughn. You can call me Hales. I work for the C.I.A. If I tell you any more, I'd have to kill you," Haley joked.
"Really? What branch?" Sydney asked enthusiastically.
"SD-3," replied Haley, who was bored.
"Ever heard of Sydney Bristow?" Syd asked, with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Yeah. That's all Kendall ever talks about. The Ohio office is very dull. The bigshots over at SD-6 get all the good missions! It's a conspiracy I tell you!" Haley yelled angrily.
"Oh, uh yeah. That's me," Syd stuttered nervously.
"YOU! I've wanted to tell you something for a while!" Haley said menacingly.
Sydney went into a fighting stance. Haley opened her mouth to speak.
"Pysch!" she started cracking up.
She rolled on the floor a bit. The peaceful one laughed a bit and hopped over Haley, who Syd was glowering at.
"I'm Elita Alexis Vaughn. I am twenty-eight and I work for the C.I.A. I live in Overland Park, Kansas," she said cheerfully.
"The Chosen One, eh?" said Sydney suspiously.
"Yeah, I guess. I haven't used it much," she shrugged joyously.
The last mysterious woman appeared.
"I am Mana Sibyl Derevko. I am a sort of future incarnation of Rambaldi. I am a seer, psychic, telepath, prophet, artist, and mathmatician/scientist. Embrace the future," she spoke eloquently.
"We are also known as the Vaughn sisters. Or the dectuplets. Angelique's code name is Solace. Haley's is Truth. Elita's is Peacemaker. Mine is Mist. Six more of us roam the world, and it is our duty to find them and destroy the powers of evil with their help. And we must help in the Rambaldi Search for the Final Rambaldi Device. Hello family," said Mana elegantly.
"It is time for you to sleep or relax, which I'm sure all of you could use. We will go back to our rooms now," Angelique said soothingly.
"Angie, we haven't done the sleeping arrangements yet!" Haley screeched.
"Sorry. I forgot. Mana, you do the honors," Angelique replied calmly.
Mana looked at the beds and the people. She would do the sleeping bag first. Then the single bed and the others.
"Anna, you get the sleeping bag!" ordered Mana.
The dislike for Anna ran in the family. Mana used her telekinesis to plop Anna's stuff on the sleeping bag.
"Hey!" Anna yelled, annoyed.
Mana and everyone else rolled their eyes.
"Sarcasm, you get the single bed," Mana barked, smirking.
She used her telekinesis to unpack his clothes.
She looked at the couples, sensing strong bonds emenating from a few.
"Luke, Lorelai, you get the one with coffee cup flannel sheets. Jack, Irina, you get the one with the patriotic sheets. Soleil, Matthew, you get the one with suns and French writing on it. Salome, Maurice, you get the one with Spanish writing and guns on it. Jess, Rory, you get the one with books and clouds on it. And finally, Syd and Michael, you guys get the one with angels on the sheets." Mana explained, glad for all of the wishes that she was fulfilling.
Some started to protest. She unpacked the clothing and that was that. The Vaughn sisters left.
Sydney grabbed Luke and Jess. This made certain people a bit jealous.
"You must tell them that you are in love with them," Sydney replied bluntly.
"Who?" Luke asked, feining innocence.
Syd put her hands on her hips.
"You know who I'm talking about. My sister and niece," Syd replied.
"No," Luke said angrily, crossing his arms.
"Look, I love someone, okay? I will never get to tell them how I feel if something goes wrong, or I die. Me dying is much more likely than you would think. I can't even be seen in public with him. If we started a relationship, he could lose his job or we could both die. I might never get my chance. You better try for yours. With me it's life or death, for you, it's fear. They love you. They both were jealous of me taking ya'll here. What is life like without them?" Sydney said, crying softly.
"Terrible," both Jess and Luke replied.
"Don't live without them any longer. Tell them," Syd said, sniffling.
"Dean is no challenge to you Jess. He is pathetic. Pretend that he doesn't even exist. Someone that stupid is a waste of perfectly good organs," Syd joked, wiping away her tears.
And with that, she left.
TO BE CONTINUED.....................................
Will Jack forgive Irina? Will Luke and Jess say those three little words? Why was Anna so quiet? What about the other six? What will happen with Syd and Vaughn? Find out the answers to these questions and more next time on Kate Jones and the Last Rambaldi Device.
Chapter Eleven: Proposals
Luke and Jess steeled themselves. They knew what they had to do. They walked back to those that they loved determined.
Jess wondered who Syd had been refering to. He had nothing to be afraid of, he reasoned. He had a lower chance of dying than his sister, and she couldn't tell those she loved that she loved them. He was doing this for her and himself. He had nothing to lose. Dean had never mattered. He had no challengers here. He was safe.
Lorelai went over to her and Luke's bed. She grabbed her pyjamas and took off her shirt, in front of everyone. Luke's face flushed. Lorelai finished putting on her pjs.
This night would be interesting, Sark noted, watching the couples.
They watched movies before going to bed. They saw Spy Kids, Never Been Kissed, and Dude, Where's My Car. Lorelai and Rory had insisted on Spy Kids, which they, of course had brought with them. Everyone else groaned, either because they were spies or they didn't want to watch a kids movie.
"My parents aren't cool enough to be spies," Syd said along with the video.
"And yet they are," Vaughn replied.
Jack and Irina were disgusted with the pathetic example of the spy life. Their faces were scrunched up. Sark was making threatening motions at the t.v. Anna had fallen asleep and was drooling on the floor.
Vaughn was watching Dude, Where's My Car?
"Hey, that girl looks like you, Syd," he remarked.
"Yeah right, Vaughn. It's probably just a doppelganger," Syd exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
"Hey look, it's a fire extinguisher!" Syd said, a few moments later.
"Yeah. Although I'd say that you can work one better, Syd," Vaughn joked, remembering both times they had used the item.
Five hours later, they got up and went to bed. Sark fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Irina and Jack crawled in the covers and snuggled. Syd and Vaughn lay back, glancing at one another every few seconds, rarely meeting eyes.
Jess began first. I have to get this off my chest, he thought.
"Hey Rory!" Jess called.
"Yeah," Rory replied tiredly.
"We have to talk," Jess said urgently.
"Okay," Rory replied curiously.
"Rory, I love you. I have loved you ever since we first spoke. I have wanted to tell you that for forever. Thanks to a friend of mine, it finally happened. Will you be my girlfriend, Rory?" Jess said boldly, pausing.
Rory's eyes lit up. She smiled.
"Really? I love you too, Jess. When I get home, I'm breaking up with Dean, okay?" Rory replied happily.
Rory then kissed Jess. Both had huge smiles on their faces. They slipped into slumber a few minutes later.
Meanwhile, Lorelai was talking animatedly to Luke.
"Lorelai, I have to tell you something," Luke urgently interrupted.
"Okay," Lorelai replied, interested.
"I've kept this from you for so long. It's gonna be such a relief to get this off my chest. Oh boy, here goes. Lorelai, I...I...I love you," Luke replied nervously.
Wow, Lorelai thought. Wow. I better say something fast. He looks like he's about to cry. Do I...Yes you do...
"Right back at ya," Lorelai replied joking.
Luke's face burst into a smile from ear to ear.
"Wait, I got something else to tell you. Lorelai, it might not be the right time or anything, and this is kinda fast, but I love you with every fiber of my being and...I was wondering...Will