Hey everyone,
ldhi:
Let me start by
for not being here for a while.. life's been extremely crazy.. between work and school.. I barely get anytime to stay on..
aranoid: With work, I get sent out of town for at least 2 days every week and then, when I get back into town, college takes up the rest of my time..
I could go on and on as to how busy I am, but don't wanna bore you all to tears..
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I haven't forgotten my fics, but the updates will take a bit more longer than usual.. I will definitely try to be frequent, but no guarantees...
I appreciate all of your patience with me... :flowers: and thank you for staying along.
Previously:
With no humor, he tells her a little about the newly reformed Will Tippin, “You have no idea. Between training for the CIA along with several forms of martial arts from a variety of sources and my wife, I now know how to kill a person in ten different ways with just only a finger.”
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Her eyes grew wide with tears again, “I never wanted to bring you into my life..”
He twisted his head to work out the small kink in his neck. While doing this, he closed his eyes and his mind slipped away to when she first went missing. While Vaughn and Jack went thoroughly over the physical evidence, he went through the tapes of when Irina Derevko was locked up and all the conversations with Vaughn, Jack Bristow and her for anything. It was easy to notice the contrasting clashing personalities between mother and daughter but the most common shared trait was the very commandeering presences.
‘Same ideology but different time period as well as players..’ At this thought, an eerie feeling passed through him as his eyes popped back open; while he stood on one side of this glass and Sydney was on the other.
He looked down for a minute to gather his thoughts and wondered if he should tell her about who else the CIA had. Even though she was exhausted, he figured he might as well tell rather her hearing this crucial news from someone else. “I am not sure if I’m supposed to tell you anything pertaining to Sark or your mother... but we have them both in custody.”
She had a stunned look on her face, “What?!? Sark and my mother? How?”
“Sark was betrayed by his own and brought in while Vaughn had gotten to your mother.” How could he explain the circumstances of how each were brought in? Everyone knew of Sark’s cliched situation but how Irina Derevko was brought back was something entirely different. The CIA had gotten the
‘avenging rogue agent’ version from Vaughn but only nine people, including him, his wife, Jack Bristow, Eric Weiss, Marcus Dixon, Marshall Flinkman along with his wife Carrie and Irina Derevko knew the actual detailed truth of her capture.
He watched as she went through the motions.
“You’re kidding, right? Vaughn brought in my mother?
As in Michael Vaughn?”
He answered her without any hesitation, “Yes.”
“Even my dad couldn’t catch up to her...” She shook her heard, almost as if she was still trying to believe what I’ve just said, “He was a good agent, considerate lover then and now.. now he is the CIA’s f*cking Golden Boy and husband.”
He would not deny, at some point in his previous CIA free life, that he didn’t like that man, Michael Vaughn, especially when they first met. It was true, he was jealous of the man who came out of nowhere and stole the heart of the woman he had been so blindly in love with. Even before Sydney disappeared, he had seen the Vaughn wasn’t the malicious man he had made him out to be and that he was willing to help an unknown man get back who had been discredited and lost his career. Eventually, he’d gotten over Sydney and gained the respect of a man who didn’t know him but willing set him up with a new purpose in life. As soap opera-ish as this all sounded, he fell in love with his other best friend, gotten a covert governmental job and then suddenly, life took a drastic turn downhill. How his marriage comes into play in all this.. well, that’s a whole different story...
What she says breaks him out his current stream of thoughts. ”He is the most
abso-f*cking-lutely perfect man.” Bitterness just oozed from her.
He sighed having enough of her sarcasm, “You might have known him then but he is a different man now so deal with it..” He snarled and walked away.
He passed by a nervous Colton on the way out and took a deep breath before walking out through the Ops Center, knowing that his conversation with Sydney was being taped on both audio and visual. He knew someone was bound to stop him to question his actions and surely enough, it was the bald ass who probably spit shined his head, jumped into his face.
“What the hell was that about Agent Tippin? She has been through enough. You didn’t have to tell her about Sark and Irina Derevko.”
One would have thought that this bastard actually cared about her if they heard what he just said but Will and others saw through his facade. He was afraid of the shock and emotional outburst the I just put her through and also that he took away the leverage over her.
Will had more of an important call to make and AD Kendall was wasting his time. “I told her what she had the right to know..” he replied coldly and walked away. He heard a few agent snicker and then go about their business.
People had lost respect for Kendall for the way he did not hand the recovery of Sydney when she went missing those two years ago, but for not having a life with a wife, kids and the average white picket fenced house outside work, the Agency took pity on him and let him keep his rank. Basically, he was just show and tell.
As Will reached the roof, he pulled out his CIA standard issue cell phone. Speed dialing the first number, he waited for the receiver to pick up.
“What?!?” The other voice greeted harshly. A few years back, Vaughn would never have answered his phone this way but again, the people and times change.
“You need to come back. She’s been expecting you..”
He let out a string of cusses while his voice changed, “I know, Will. I know.. I’m just trying to ..” A loud sigh is heard, “...cope with all this.”
In the past year that he came back, bringing along with him the infamous Irina Derevko to Los Angeles, he had gotten to know this multi-layered, perilously humble man known as Michael Vaughn. They may not have been related by blood but he became Will’s brother in every sense of the word. He knew that Vaughn wouldn’t hesitate to lay down his life for him and this idea was vice versa, my own for his. This also applied to the other eight members of the dysfunctional family unit they had created and were by far the most catastrophically ideal.
Vaughn cleared his voice, bringing Will out of his thoughts, “Give me ‘til the end of the week..” He said quietly and hung up.
He walked back down to the Ops center, having a slight clue as to where he might be but if Vaughn did not want to found, they would not be able to locate him. He had become a very resourceful man and could be anywhere but everyone knew they did not have to worry about him running away because despite all the changes, he was still a true man of his word.
He headed back down to his office to put a call to Jack and tell him about the session with his daughter. He rather Jack hear the whole story from him than that bald idiot...
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Whatcha think?!?
The confrontation between Syd & Vaughn will happen... soon. Since it's been two years, keep in mind that everyone, and I do mean
everyone has changed dramatically.
Farah :bye: