sugababyboo
mrs. charlie
Seen better days
By-sugababyboo
Disclaimer-JJ, ABC, Bad Robot and Touchstone own Alias.
Rated PG-13 for language, lovin’ and sauciness
Genre-General.
Distribution-Just ask me first and give me credit.
Description-This is the sequel to my season finale story, "Unanticipated Changes"
Without a sound, she watched him sleep. The air conditioner murmured lightly as sunlight beamed through the bedroom window. A ray of light danced across his handsome face. She positioned her hand on his chest and felt him breathe.
Watching his chest rise and fall, she wondered if he had another dreamless sleep. Since they died, he hadn’t dreamt in weeks. Even when he was conscious, he seemed perpetually exhausted.
“Good morning,” Vaughn said.
Sydney peered into his dark jade eyes. “How did you sleep?”
“Still no dreams.”
“Do you think that she’ll come out today?”
Since that terrible night, Stephanie had been living with Sydney and Vaughn.
“I honestly don’t know,” there were wrinkles on his forehead.
“Vaughn..it’s been over eight weeks since their funeral. She didn’t even go to that.”
“Sydney, she needs time,” he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “On the 18 year anniversary of my father’s death, she went with me to his grave. She told me that if her parents died, she wouldn’t to their funeral. She didn’t want to remember them that way, and I respected her decision, I still do,” he yawned as he sat up.
She couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty whenever he mentioned his father. There will never be a time, when she won’t feel guilt for her mother’s sin.
She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. “I was six, so I didn’t really understand the extent of it. I-I just thought that she would be gone for a short while. I can’t even imagine how I would be if I had lost her when I was 16. I lost Laura Bristow, not Irina Derevko; my mother, not the murderer.”
“Sydney, I’m not going to be upset at you for mourning. We just need to be there for her and right now, that means giving her space,” he pulled her off the bed and stood up. “I’m going to shower.”
Her mobile phone rang. “I’ll be there in a few,” she grabbed the phone.
“Ok,” he went into the bathroom.
“Hello?” She said into the phone.
“Sydney,” Jack said.
“Dad? What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to you…we should meet for breakfast.”
She caught off-guard by her father’s suggestion. “Um..yeah. How about at Joe’s diner?”
“That would be fine. I’ll see you in 30?”
“Make it 45? I need to get ready for work and make some breakfast for Vaughn and Steph.”
“How is she?” He sounded concerned.
“The same as last week. Time is what she needs.”
“I know, losing someone you love is never easy.”
She was surprised at slightest amount of emotion she heard in his voice.
“I think I should get ready, I’ll see you.”
“All right then.”
“Bye,” she hung up.
Humming, Will drove to Vaughn’s house. Since he had recovered from his stab wound, he had been on vacation. It was the CIA’s version of an apology. He spent most of his time at Vaughn’s, chaperoning Stephanie at Sydney’s request.
He known her well, but he wasn’t as to close to her like, Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss. It troubled him to see how miserable she was; it was like the life was drained out of her. He just did his best to accommodate her while he still making himself available.
Cautiously, he got out of his car and knocked on Vaughn’s front door. For some reason, his bulldog, Donovan, hated Will. The other day he was lucky, Donovan was at Vaughn’s mother’s house. Last week, he had torn Will’s pink t-shirt that said, “Free Ride.”
“Hi,” Sydney said as she hugged Will before letting him in.
The aroma of coffee, sausages and scrambled eggs filled his nostrils as he sat in the living room.
“Is she any better?” He asked.
She shrugged, “It depends on how you look at it. After I placed her breakfast by the door, she took it in.”
“That’s progress, at least she takes it when she knows that you’re here.”
“Morning Will,” Vaughn said.
“Hey Vaughn,” Will said turning on the television.
“We’ll see you when we get home,” Sydney headed out the door.
“Donovan is sleeping, so don’t worry,” Vaughn quipped as he followed her.
“Ha ha,” he said sarcastically.
After watching an hour of television, he decided to enter the kitchen for a glass of water. Vigilantly, Donovan guarded the refrigerator.
“Nice Donovan,” Will said as he slowly reached for the handle of the refrigerator.
Donovan barked furiously.
“HOOH!” Will screamed. “You know what? I’m going to drink from the tap.”
By-sugababyboo
Disclaimer-JJ, ABC, Bad Robot and Touchstone own Alias.
Rated PG-13 for language, lovin’ and sauciness
Genre-General.
Distribution-Just ask me first and give me credit.
Description-This is the sequel to my season finale story, "Unanticipated Changes"
Without a sound, she watched him sleep. The air conditioner murmured lightly as sunlight beamed through the bedroom window. A ray of light danced across his handsome face. She positioned her hand on his chest and felt him breathe.
Watching his chest rise and fall, she wondered if he had another dreamless sleep. Since they died, he hadn’t dreamt in weeks. Even when he was conscious, he seemed perpetually exhausted.
“Good morning,” Vaughn said.
Sydney peered into his dark jade eyes. “How did you sleep?”
“Still no dreams.”
“Do you think that she’ll come out today?”
Since that terrible night, Stephanie had been living with Sydney and Vaughn.
“I honestly don’t know,” there were wrinkles on his forehead.
“Vaughn..it’s been over eight weeks since their funeral. She didn’t even go to that.”
“Sydney, she needs time,” he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “On the 18 year anniversary of my father’s death, she went with me to his grave. She told me that if her parents died, she wouldn’t to their funeral. She didn’t want to remember them that way, and I respected her decision, I still do,” he yawned as he sat up.
She couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty whenever he mentioned his father. There will never be a time, when she won’t feel guilt for her mother’s sin.
She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. “I was six, so I didn’t really understand the extent of it. I-I just thought that she would be gone for a short while. I can’t even imagine how I would be if I had lost her when I was 16. I lost Laura Bristow, not Irina Derevko; my mother, not the murderer.”
“Sydney, I’m not going to be upset at you for mourning. We just need to be there for her and right now, that means giving her space,” he pulled her off the bed and stood up. “I’m going to shower.”
Her mobile phone rang. “I’ll be there in a few,” she grabbed the phone.
“Ok,” he went into the bathroom.
“Hello?” She said into the phone.
“Sydney,” Jack said.
“Dad? What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to you…we should meet for breakfast.”
She caught off-guard by her father’s suggestion. “Um..yeah. How about at Joe’s diner?”
“That would be fine. I’ll see you in 30?”
“Make it 45? I need to get ready for work and make some breakfast for Vaughn and Steph.”
“How is she?” He sounded concerned.
“The same as last week. Time is what she needs.”
“I know, losing someone you love is never easy.”
She was surprised at slightest amount of emotion she heard in his voice.
“I think I should get ready, I’ll see you.”
“All right then.”
“Bye,” she hung up.
Humming, Will drove to Vaughn’s house. Since he had recovered from his stab wound, he had been on vacation. It was the CIA’s version of an apology. He spent most of his time at Vaughn’s, chaperoning Stephanie at Sydney’s request.
He known her well, but he wasn’t as to close to her like, Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss. It troubled him to see how miserable she was; it was like the life was drained out of her. He just did his best to accommodate her while he still making himself available.
Cautiously, he got out of his car and knocked on Vaughn’s front door. For some reason, his bulldog, Donovan, hated Will. The other day he was lucky, Donovan was at Vaughn’s mother’s house. Last week, he had torn Will’s pink t-shirt that said, “Free Ride.”
“Hi,” Sydney said as she hugged Will before letting him in.
The aroma of coffee, sausages and scrambled eggs filled his nostrils as he sat in the living room.
“Is she any better?” He asked.
She shrugged, “It depends on how you look at it. After I placed her breakfast by the door, she took it in.”
“That’s progress, at least she takes it when she knows that you’re here.”
“Morning Will,” Vaughn said.
“Hey Vaughn,” Will said turning on the television.
“We’ll see you when we get home,” Sydney headed out the door.
“Donovan is sleeping, so don’t worry,” Vaughn quipped as he followed her.
“Ha ha,” he said sarcastically.
After watching an hour of television, he decided to enter the kitchen for a glass of water. Vigilantly, Donovan guarded the refrigerator.
“Nice Donovan,” Will said as he slowly reached for the handle of the refrigerator.
Donovan barked furiously.
“HOOH!” Will screamed. “You know what? I’m going to drink from the tap.”