A/N: It’s probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, starting a fic on the eve of a new season premiere, but I haven’t seen it yet (stupid foreign country) so if all my facts are wrong excuse me. I apologise. This is set after Syd goes missing and stuff. So post-season 2 finale. Oh, and if this stuff didn’t actually happen, I’m making it up. And also, Francie didn’t really die. Don’t make me explain why, cuz I don’t really know, but that’s the real Francie in Chapter one. Work with me on that.
Rated PG-13, cuz I just feel safer when I know my ass won’t be busted for under-rating my fics. So I over rate them instead. Besides…there is excessive drinking outside of social circumstances…don’t do that at home kids
***Insert Random Disclaimer here. ***
Chapter One
Ben and Jerry; Coffee or Pistachio
Will was sitting on the couch, staring out the window. In front of him was the road, a few parked cars along the sides. Up the road he could hear children playing street hockey. The trees swayed gently in the wind. Further up the road he could hear the faint rumbling of traffic along the main road. The occasional siren whirred past, horns honked, children laughed and cried. He felt so distant from everything. Watching the world from Syd’s living room window, waiting for her to return.
She had only taken a quick walk to the corner store for ice cream and a movie, but he always worried about her. He worried about her when she was on missions around the world. He thought of her when she was with Vaughn. He couldn’t stand to sleep when he knew she could be in danger. He knew she could take care of herself, and she’d proven it to him many, many times. She’d even saved his life on more than one occasion. He knew he couldn’t save her from what was out there waiting for her, but he hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could save Sydney from herself.
She’s too strong, he thought. There is a time and a place for everything. But not for Sydney. She doesn’t allow herself a time or a place to grieve. She pushes the hardest things to the back of her mind and forgets about them. It’s all she can do to cope with everything she’s been through. He wanted to always be there for her when she needed him. He wanted to be able to help her let everything out, but she was too strong. Too together. Too composed. Her father had been the perfect role model for her in that respect. Still grieving the loss of Laura twenty-odd years down the line, he had learnt how to compartmentalise, and Sydney had taken a leaf out of his book.
Will continued to stare out the window, waiting for her to return. He heard footsteps, even before they hit the pavement. He could tell Sydney’s footstep in any shoe in a group of a billion people. He knew her so well. He memorised her every detail. Everything she did, anything she said. He knew that she had wanted AC/DC’s ‘Back in Black’ for fifteen years. He bought it for her birthday the year they met. Will Tippin remembered details, and he stored them in the back of his mind. When he heard Sydney coming up the path, he walked over to the front door, and opened it for her, just as she was about to pull it open. He hung over the edge of it, and she smiled at him. He smiled back, and took the bag from her hand.
"Am I ever going to open the door to my own house?"
"Not while I’m here, and I can open it for you." He turned and smiled at her, closing the door behind them.
"So, wanna know what movie I got for us?"
"Nope, I just want to check out the ice cream."
"Do you ever stop eating Will? You’re like a human garbage disposal!"
They both laughed, and Will took out the carton of ‘Ben’n’Jerry’s’.
"Aww. You got Pistachio. You know I don’t like Pistachio." He made fake puppy eyes and started whining.
"You’ll eat anything, even if it isn’t technically edible!" The whining grew louder. "Oh relax, you can have the coffee one in the freezer. You know Francie won’t eat it. Where is she by the way?"
"She was going to have a sho-"
"I’m here, let the movie begin! What did movie did you get? Oh Syd, you didn’t buy coffee did you? You know I don’t eat that."
"The coffee is for Will, I bought the pistachio for us."
"And for Will once he’s finished that one." Both girls giggled, and Will had a look of mock hurt on his face.
"I’m appalled you two would think that about me! I am not a glutton! I plan to help you finish the pistachio before I start on the coffee." He laughed with both of them, and lunged for the ice cream, spoon in hand.
"Hey, that’s ours!" yelled Francie. "Get him Syd! That’s ours!"
A play fight ensued on the kitchen floor, with ice cream, spoons, arms, legs and best friends flying everywhere. Eventually Will had the upper hand, having eaten over half of the pistachio. Francie jumped up as Will was devouring it. She scooped the carton of coffee ice cream off the counter, and held it over the wide-open garbage can.
"Hold it right there Tippin. Put your weapons on the floor and back away with your hands in the air. Get him Syd." She took his hands behind his back. "Good. Now back away from the ice cream, and the coffee doesn’t get hurt. Now take him to the couch and tie him up."
Sydney led him to the couch, and tied him up using the cord from the curtains. She only roped him loosely, and during the previews he ‘escaped’ and grabbed the coffee off the counter. He then slotted himself between Francie and Syd, and stole another bite of their ice cream.
"Oi buster!" said Syd as she poked him jokingly in the ribs with the spoon. "You stay away from that, it’s ours."
"Oh all right. What movie are we watching?"
"You’ll have to wait and see. You were more interested in the ice cream, and you lost your chance to find out. Too bad."
"Okay. I’ll wait." And he put his feet on the coffee table and put his arms around Syd and Francie.
A/N: I promise to post every week, and this story is finished, so there will be no writers block
Rated PG-13, cuz I just feel safer when I know my ass won’t be busted for under-rating my fics. So I over rate them instead. Besides…there is excessive drinking outside of social circumstances…don’t do that at home kids
***Insert Random Disclaimer here. ***
Chapter One
Ben and Jerry; Coffee or Pistachio
Will was sitting on the couch, staring out the window. In front of him was the road, a few parked cars along the sides. Up the road he could hear children playing street hockey. The trees swayed gently in the wind. Further up the road he could hear the faint rumbling of traffic along the main road. The occasional siren whirred past, horns honked, children laughed and cried. He felt so distant from everything. Watching the world from Syd’s living room window, waiting for her to return.
She had only taken a quick walk to the corner store for ice cream and a movie, but he always worried about her. He worried about her when she was on missions around the world. He thought of her when she was with Vaughn. He couldn’t stand to sleep when he knew she could be in danger. He knew she could take care of herself, and she’d proven it to him many, many times. She’d even saved his life on more than one occasion. He knew he couldn’t save her from what was out there waiting for her, but he hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could save Sydney from herself.
She’s too strong, he thought. There is a time and a place for everything. But not for Sydney. She doesn’t allow herself a time or a place to grieve. She pushes the hardest things to the back of her mind and forgets about them. It’s all she can do to cope with everything she’s been through. He wanted to always be there for her when she needed him. He wanted to be able to help her let everything out, but she was too strong. Too together. Too composed. Her father had been the perfect role model for her in that respect. Still grieving the loss of Laura twenty-odd years down the line, he had learnt how to compartmentalise, and Sydney had taken a leaf out of his book.
Will continued to stare out the window, waiting for her to return. He heard footsteps, even before they hit the pavement. He could tell Sydney’s footstep in any shoe in a group of a billion people. He knew her so well. He memorised her every detail. Everything she did, anything she said. He knew that she had wanted AC/DC’s ‘Back in Black’ for fifteen years. He bought it for her birthday the year they met. Will Tippin remembered details, and he stored them in the back of his mind. When he heard Sydney coming up the path, he walked over to the front door, and opened it for her, just as she was about to pull it open. He hung over the edge of it, and she smiled at him. He smiled back, and took the bag from her hand.
"Am I ever going to open the door to my own house?"
"Not while I’m here, and I can open it for you." He turned and smiled at her, closing the door behind them.
"So, wanna know what movie I got for us?"
"Nope, I just want to check out the ice cream."
"Do you ever stop eating Will? You’re like a human garbage disposal!"
They both laughed, and Will took out the carton of ‘Ben’n’Jerry’s’.
"Aww. You got Pistachio. You know I don’t like Pistachio." He made fake puppy eyes and started whining.
"You’ll eat anything, even if it isn’t technically edible!" The whining grew louder. "Oh relax, you can have the coffee one in the freezer. You know Francie won’t eat it. Where is she by the way?"
"She was going to have a sho-"
"I’m here, let the movie begin! What did movie did you get? Oh Syd, you didn’t buy coffee did you? You know I don’t eat that."
"The coffee is for Will, I bought the pistachio for us."
"And for Will once he’s finished that one." Both girls giggled, and Will had a look of mock hurt on his face.
"I’m appalled you two would think that about me! I am not a glutton! I plan to help you finish the pistachio before I start on the coffee." He laughed with both of them, and lunged for the ice cream, spoon in hand.
"Hey, that’s ours!" yelled Francie. "Get him Syd! That’s ours!"
A play fight ensued on the kitchen floor, with ice cream, spoons, arms, legs and best friends flying everywhere. Eventually Will had the upper hand, having eaten over half of the pistachio. Francie jumped up as Will was devouring it. She scooped the carton of coffee ice cream off the counter, and held it over the wide-open garbage can.
"Hold it right there Tippin. Put your weapons on the floor and back away with your hands in the air. Get him Syd." She took his hands behind his back. "Good. Now back away from the ice cream, and the coffee doesn’t get hurt. Now take him to the couch and tie him up."
Sydney led him to the couch, and tied him up using the cord from the curtains. She only roped him loosely, and during the previews he ‘escaped’ and grabbed the coffee off the counter. He then slotted himself between Francie and Syd, and stole another bite of their ice cream.
"Oi buster!" said Syd as she poked him jokingly in the ribs with the spoon. "You stay away from that, it’s ours."
"Oh all right. What movie are we watching?"
"You’ll have to wait and see. You were more interested in the ice cream, and you lost your chance to find out. Too bad."
"Okay. I’ll wait." And he put his feet on the coffee table and put his arms around Syd and Francie.
A/N: I promise to post every week, and this story is finished, so there will be no writers block