smarterchilds child
Cadet
Make Love, Not war!
By Courtney
Rated pg13
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hope u like it
LOS ANGELES:
“Sydney.” Jack’s voice echoed through Langley’s vacant hall. She spun around, all ready irritated with her day, it was only early. Her first formal briefing with Dixon hadn’t been pleasant, well, it would have been if Lauren hadn’t been there. All she wanted to do was go home, who was she kidding, all she wanted to do was cry, cry all the tears she had been keeping in for days, stored inside of her hollow self. She hadn’t cried, she wasn’t even the emotional type, the type TOO cry. “Sydney,” Jack repeated when Sydney had reached him. He didn’t know quite what to say, he felt the impulse to talk to her, maybe help her, after all, he was her father. “Maybe to,.. .. .To sort things out, we could talk. . .Over dinner some time.” The words hadn’t come out quite the way he had wanted them to. Sydney’s eyes became glossy , “Maybe sometime, later.” She smiled at her father. There was a lull, she was not quite sure why, she should be ecstatic, after all the times HE had stood HER up. “Some time, definitely, I just. . .I , , I got to go.” She said as she tripped over herself as she hurried down the hall.
The cool Los Angeles breeze felt good against her stinging eyes, it contained the stream of tears about to flow. She opened the door to the Pontiac the CIA had provided her. She didn’t think about much as she drove into downtown LA, she felt useless, and unneeded as she approached her house, or closet as she preferred to call it. IT was tiny, with one bedroom, one bathroom and a small kitchen with living room. It was bland, meaningless, just like her life. The walls had been repainted over several times, coat after coat, covering story after story, Sometimes she felt as if the house was talking to her, telling her that she was no one, just another coat of paint. She searched for her key in her large bag full of random essentials (*wink wink*). Cell phone, hair spray, gloves, compact, camera, GPS, keys, ah there they are. She said to herself. She let herself into her house and kicked off her heeled work shoes, sinking into a comfy couch. She flipped on the TV, General Hospital flickered across the screen. Sonny kissed Carly passionately and Sydney couldn’t hold it in any longer. The tears flowed, all the happy memories coming back to her of when she had kissed Vaughn, and done more. She sobbed, pouted and even felt sorry for herself , NOT a normal thing for her to do.
Vaughn, she had actually thought she loved him, and could be happy with him. She even thought that he loved her back, and that when she returned, well no she didn’t know any thing, but that things would be the same. “God was I wrong.” she murmured. “I hate my life,” she thought, “WHY the hell me?” She needed to physically hurt something. The phone rang and she threw it against the wall with all her rage, she didn’t care anymore, about anything. Everything that meant something in her life was gone, EVERYTHING, that meant anything.
The door bell rang, the door was tall and wooden ,with no glass windows to view through, Sydney stumbled to the door. She opened the door a small bit so it was ajar. Vaughn stood there looking at her, at her worst in possibly history, well not history, but of her new life, and well she tired to slam the door in his face, he had already tried to take a step toward entering, she tried to push him back, “Syd, Sydney calm down!” he tried to push her back in, but with the package he was carrying, it got in the way and flew up into the air. He watched it fall, the blue bag with little daises on it. IT ripped, the broken pieces of clay pottery scattered across the entry way, the baby rose bush, yellow , a symbol for hope lay amongst the dirt on the floor. There was silence. Sydney felt bad for what she had done, that was a gift to her. Vaughn was hurt, he had hand picked this from the nursery garden and look at it, ruined. Attempting to break the silence he made a little joke, or so he thought. “You broke my pot.” he said, half smiling in a half heartedly way, He felt only half of most things lately, half a heart for teaching, half a heart for Lauren, half a heart for his dam life. Sydney was furious, what was his comment meant for? A joke? Well she didn’t take it as one. “And you broke my heart!” She slammed the door in his face, sinking down against it. She didn’t feel bad for breaking the pot any more. “f*** him.” she murmured as she let the tears roll silently down her face.
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The sun filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting a warm glow upon Sydney’s head. She blinked, waking up to a bright Monday morning. She stretched smiling to herself. I guess I could start over she thought, Start something new. She started the shower, the water felt cool against her skin, cleansing her, it made her feel good, refreshed, maybe a shower was her key to a good mood. She decided to start the day off good, well with Lauren working for the CIA she wasn’t sure how long that would last.
Sydney looked through her closet, it was early Friday morning. What was she going to wear to work. She chose a black skirt out of many black skirts that lined her closet. A gray tank top fit well, she didn’t care about what she looked like, she just put clothes on, just happening to look good. She grabbed her bag full of miscellaneous things, adding lips stick, mascara, tissues and a star bucks coffee card. It was warm outside and the car seat stuck to her legs, she lifted her leg, her boots were new, shiny, hadn’t been on any missions. Again, had no history.
The Pontiac pulled into the driveway of the CIA, Sydney applied a coat of lipstick and smacked her lips. ‘Go Get ‘Em!” she said as she winked to herself in the mirror. Shutting the car door she walked through the maze of parked cars, sliding by Lexis’s and dodging mirrors on SUVs. There were so many types of people who worked for the CIA, she hadn’t realized this before, she thought everyone was alike, but no, she was wrong.
She pushed the glass door open and many people smiled at whom she didn’t know, she smiled politely back. There Her father sat, in his office, staring a computer screen, stoking his chin in his familiar way. She set her bag down at her desk, striding towards Marshall. He sat at his computer playing some gnome game, he stood up immediately, “Um, Hey. .Sydney, I believe Wiess . . .he, he wants you, well not wants you, but, … .well wants to see you.” Sydney smiled and hugged Marshall just for the sake of it. “Ok, I feel A LOT better.” she said after a sigh. Sydney looked at Wiess who was staring at her from across the room. God is she hot. He thought , Sydney smiled at him and sat down in the hard back chair in his office. Lauren came in setting a stack of files on his desk and sat next to me, I stiffened, but maintained my composure. “Lauren, Sydney, you are going to be sent to Puerto Rico, We believe this is where the Convent’s home base is, thought there are many bases around the world, including the US. “ He slid a stack of papers toward Sydney, and Lauren grabbed one off the desk. Her hand glittered in the morning sun. All Sydney could stare at was the size of that rock. It was huge! It illuminated her boney, skinny finger. Sydney gritted her teeth, ‘God I hate her even more.’ she thought.
Lauren looked so fragile, petite, young, innocent,’ how could SHE ever work for the CIA. I supposed people think that of me sometimes’ Sydney thought, Wiess smiled. “You leave tomorrow, I suggest you get home and take care of any business needed.” Sydney got up and left abruptly, but Lauren lingered, pausing to attempt to say something to her, but that would NOT be happening if Sydney had anything to do about it.
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Lauren took her time getting home, she knew Michael wouldn’t be home till after school. She went down town, drifting through shops. In Victoria Secret she found the perfect night gown, it was black and skimpy, young and sexy. She eagerly purchased it and hurried home, to be there before Michael arrived.
She unlocked the front door and slipped eagerly into the complicated lingerie. She closed the curtains and sat on the bed, waiting. At 1:10, just as expected she heard a key in the front door. Then foot steps toward the bed room where Michael would get changed to take Chance, their golden retriever for a walk. He stopped in the door way and stared at her. “I leave tomorrow.” she stated, she walked up to him and began kissing him, unbuttoning his shirt, he kissed her back, eagerly trying to unbuckle his belt, it got caught on the lace of her gown. “s***.” he murmured. There it was off, then he became stiff, he climbed on top of her, she giggled breathlessly, crushed under his weight, he ripped off her night gown eagerly and fumbled with her breast, then he stopped, he felt limp, not excited, he thought of Sydney, she crawled on top of him, wanting more, wanting to be whole with him, “What’s the matter?” she asked as she nibbled at his ear. “I. .I cant,” he said, he backed away from her and sat at the edge of the bed.” Why?” She sat next to him, rubbing his chest, horny as ever. “IS, is there some one else?” she asked, not sure why that had come out. He didn’t say anything, “Is it Sydney?” she asked not waiting for a response she grabbed his robe off the hook on the back off the door, “You son of a b****, you f***ing bastard!” She was furious, “You still f***ing love her! You ***hole!” she slammed the bedroom door, but cam back seconds later, furiously throwing on clothes, she grabbed her keys and slammed the door to the house, leaving Vaughn emotionless behind.
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Sydney picked up the phone and dialed her fathers cell. “Hello.” he answered, “What do you know about Will?” she asked, knowing he knew something. “It’ll be breaking protocol. . .” he paused there was a silence, “Under an alias, 104 West Maple street.” he hung up, Sydney smiled to herself. She went to her closet and pulled out a black skirt, she cut it from the top, leaving it short, she pulled a white tee-shirt over her head, cutting slits in it, and wearing a black bra underneath. She went to the bath room and held scissors in her hand, her hair had gotten quite long, this’ll do for now! She thought, she trimmed her hair to her shoulders, at its highest layer, then all sorts of other layers, she outlined her lips in dark red lipstick and her eyes finley in black, she slipped on her boots, “Now these boots will have some history.“ she said aloud.
At 104 West Maple street Sydney didn’t know what to do, she stood there at the door, she knocked, a man with short hair, bleach blond looked at her? “May I help you?” he asked. “Thank God!” Sydney hugged Will, he stiffened, “Do I know you?” She stepped back from him, “Oh My God.” He whispered.
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DUN DUN DUN! Not very dramatic ending, but hey, that’s all I have for now, ill post later today, hope u like it. I have tons of gr8 ideas in my head. How will I ever write them all down?
By Courtney
Rated pg13
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hope u like it
LOS ANGELES:
“Sydney.” Jack’s voice echoed through Langley’s vacant hall. She spun around, all ready irritated with her day, it was only early. Her first formal briefing with Dixon hadn’t been pleasant, well, it would have been if Lauren hadn’t been there. All she wanted to do was go home, who was she kidding, all she wanted to do was cry, cry all the tears she had been keeping in for days, stored inside of her hollow self. She hadn’t cried, she wasn’t even the emotional type, the type TOO cry. “Sydney,” Jack repeated when Sydney had reached him. He didn’t know quite what to say, he felt the impulse to talk to her, maybe help her, after all, he was her father. “Maybe to,.. .. .To sort things out, we could talk. . .Over dinner some time.” The words hadn’t come out quite the way he had wanted them to. Sydney’s eyes became glossy , “Maybe sometime, later.” She smiled at her father. There was a lull, she was not quite sure why, she should be ecstatic, after all the times HE had stood HER up. “Some time, definitely, I just. . .I , , I got to go.” She said as she tripped over herself as she hurried down the hall.
The cool Los Angeles breeze felt good against her stinging eyes, it contained the stream of tears about to flow. She opened the door to the Pontiac the CIA had provided her. She didn’t think about much as she drove into downtown LA, she felt useless, and unneeded as she approached her house, or closet as she preferred to call it. IT was tiny, with one bedroom, one bathroom and a small kitchen with living room. It was bland, meaningless, just like her life. The walls had been repainted over several times, coat after coat, covering story after story, Sometimes she felt as if the house was talking to her, telling her that she was no one, just another coat of paint. She searched for her key in her large bag full of random essentials (*wink wink*). Cell phone, hair spray, gloves, compact, camera, GPS, keys, ah there they are. She said to herself. She let herself into her house and kicked off her heeled work shoes, sinking into a comfy couch. She flipped on the TV, General Hospital flickered across the screen. Sonny kissed Carly passionately and Sydney couldn’t hold it in any longer. The tears flowed, all the happy memories coming back to her of when she had kissed Vaughn, and done more. She sobbed, pouted and even felt sorry for herself , NOT a normal thing for her to do.
Vaughn, she had actually thought she loved him, and could be happy with him. She even thought that he loved her back, and that when she returned, well no she didn’t know any thing, but that things would be the same. “God was I wrong.” she murmured. “I hate my life,” she thought, “WHY the hell me?” She needed to physically hurt something. The phone rang and she threw it against the wall with all her rage, she didn’t care anymore, about anything. Everything that meant something in her life was gone, EVERYTHING, that meant anything.
The door bell rang, the door was tall and wooden ,with no glass windows to view through, Sydney stumbled to the door. She opened the door a small bit so it was ajar. Vaughn stood there looking at her, at her worst in possibly history, well not history, but of her new life, and well she tired to slam the door in his face, he had already tried to take a step toward entering, she tried to push him back, “Syd, Sydney calm down!” he tried to push her back in, but with the package he was carrying, it got in the way and flew up into the air. He watched it fall, the blue bag with little daises on it. IT ripped, the broken pieces of clay pottery scattered across the entry way, the baby rose bush, yellow , a symbol for hope lay amongst the dirt on the floor. There was silence. Sydney felt bad for what she had done, that was a gift to her. Vaughn was hurt, he had hand picked this from the nursery garden and look at it, ruined. Attempting to break the silence he made a little joke, or so he thought. “You broke my pot.” he said, half smiling in a half heartedly way, He felt only half of most things lately, half a heart for teaching, half a heart for Lauren, half a heart for his dam life. Sydney was furious, what was his comment meant for? A joke? Well she didn’t take it as one. “And you broke my heart!” She slammed the door in his face, sinking down against it. She didn’t feel bad for breaking the pot any more. “f*** him.” she murmured as she let the tears roll silently down her face.
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The sun filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting a warm glow upon Sydney’s head. She blinked, waking up to a bright Monday morning. She stretched smiling to herself. I guess I could start over she thought, Start something new. She started the shower, the water felt cool against her skin, cleansing her, it made her feel good, refreshed, maybe a shower was her key to a good mood. She decided to start the day off good, well with Lauren working for the CIA she wasn’t sure how long that would last.
Sydney looked through her closet, it was early Friday morning. What was she going to wear to work. She chose a black skirt out of many black skirts that lined her closet. A gray tank top fit well, she didn’t care about what she looked like, she just put clothes on, just happening to look good. She grabbed her bag full of miscellaneous things, adding lips stick, mascara, tissues and a star bucks coffee card. It was warm outside and the car seat stuck to her legs, she lifted her leg, her boots were new, shiny, hadn’t been on any missions. Again, had no history.
The Pontiac pulled into the driveway of the CIA, Sydney applied a coat of lipstick and smacked her lips. ‘Go Get ‘Em!” she said as she winked to herself in the mirror. Shutting the car door she walked through the maze of parked cars, sliding by Lexis’s and dodging mirrors on SUVs. There were so many types of people who worked for the CIA, she hadn’t realized this before, she thought everyone was alike, but no, she was wrong.
She pushed the glass door open and many people smiled at whom she didn’t know, she smiled politely back. There Her father sat, in his office, staring a computer screen, stoking his chin in his familiar way. She set her bag down at her desk, striding towards Marshall. He sat at his computer playing some gnome game, he stood up immediately, “Um, Hey. .Sydney, I believe Wiess . . .he, he wants you, well not wants you, but, … .well wants to see you.” Sydney smiled and hugged Marshall just for the sake of it. “Ok, I feel A LOT better.” she said after a sigh. Sydney looked at Wiess who was staring at her from across the room. God is she hot. He thought , Sydney smiled at him and sat down in the hard back chair in his office. Lauren came in setting a stack of files on his desk and sat next to me, I stiffened, but maintained my composure. “Lauren, Sydney, you are going to be sent to Puerto Rico, We believe this is where the Convent’s home base is, thought there are many bases around the world, including the US. “ He slid a stack of papers toward Sydney, and Lauren grabbed one off the desk. Her hand glittered in the morning sun. All Sydney could stare at was the size of that rock. It was huge! It illuminated her boney, skinny finger. Sydney gritted her teeth, ‘God I hate her even more.’ she thought.
Lauren looked so fragile, petite, young, innocent,’ how could SHE ever work for the CIA. I supposed people think that of me sometimes’ Sydney thought, Wiess smiled. “You leave tomorrow, I suggest you get home and take care of any business needed.” Sydney got up and left abruptly, but Lauren lingered, pausing to attempt to say something to her, but that would NOT be happening if Sydney had anything to do about it.
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Lauren took her time getting home, she knew Michael wouldn’t be home till after school. She went down town, drifting through shops. In Victoria Secret she found the perfect night gown, it was black and skimpy, young and sexy. She eagerly purchased it and hurried home, to be there before Michael arrived.
She unlocked the front door and slipped eagerly into the complicated lingerie. She closed the curtains and sat on the bed, waiting. At 1:10, just as expected she heard a key in the front door. Then foot steps toward the bed room where Michael would get changed to take Chance, their golden retriever for a walk. He stopped in the door way and stared at her. “I leave tomorrow.” she stated, she walked up to him and began kissing him, unbuttoning his shirt, he kissed her back, eagerly trying to unbuckle his belt, it got caught on the lace of her gown. “s***.” he murmured. There it was off, then he became stiff, he climbed on top of her, she giggled breathlessly, crushed under his weight, he ripped off her night gown eagerly and fumbled with her breast, then he stopped, he felt limp, not excited, he thought of Sydney, she crawled on top of him, wanting more, wanting to be whole with him, “What’s the matter?” she asked as she nibbled at his ear. “I. .I cant,” he said, he backed away from her and sat at the edge of the bed.” Why?” She sat next to him, rubbing his chest, horny as ever. “IS, is there some one else?” she asked, not sure why that had come out. He didn’t say anything, “Is it Sydney?” she asked not waiting for a response she grabbed his robe off the hook on the back off the door, “You son of a b****, you f***ing bastard!” She was furious, “You still f***ing love her! You ***hole!” she slammed the bedroom door, but cam back seconds later, furiously throwing on clothes, she grabbed her keys and slammed the door to the house, leaving Vaughn emotionless behind.
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Sydney picked up the phone and dialed her fathers cell. “Hello.” he answered, “What do you know about Will?” she asked, knowing he knew something. “It’ll be breaking protocol. . .” he paused there was a silence, “Under an alias, 104 West Maple street.” he hung up, Sydney smiled to herself. She went to her closet and pulled out a black skirt, she cut it from the top, leaving it short, she pulled a white tee-shirt over her head, cutting slits in it, and wearing a black bra underneath. She went to the bath room and held scissors in her hand, her hair had gotten quite long, this’ll do for now! She thought, she trimmed her hair to her shoulders, at its highest layer, then all sorts of other layers, she outlined her lips in dark red lipstick and her eyes finley in black, she slipped on her boots, “Now these boots will have some history.“ she said aloud.
At 104 West Maple street Sydney didn’t know what to do, she stood there at the door, she knocked, a man with short hair, bleach blond looked at her? “May I help you?” he asked. “Thank God!” Sydney hugged Will, he stiffened, “Do I know you?” She stepped back from him, “Oh My God.” He whispered.
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DUN DUN DUN! Not very dramatic ending, but hey, that’s all I have for now, ill post later today, hope u like it. I have tons of gr8 ideas in my head. How will I ever write them all down?
