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Aug. 23rd, 2005 10:47 pm
yahtzee63 gave me a prompt. It's so not a drabble. Like, maybe three drabbles. But definitely not one. I apologize.
Then let's go for "Alias," Syd and SpyDaddy, a piece of "Laura's" jewelry. Yay!
Laura loved pearls, smooth and cool. She said she felt that they were the most elegant, the most subtle. Jack was used to their flash at her throat, the glimmer around her wrist, pearl-drops in her ears. He brought her back pearls from his travels- seed-pearl hair clips from Prague, a triple-strand bracelet from Bangkok, a pearl ring from Brasilia, earrings from Thailand, a necklace with pearls the size of marbles, an extravagant anniversary present from London.
They are Sydney's, now, the box of jewelry Laura wasn't wearing, the pearls nestled in velvet pouches to protect them from the gaudy diamonds and obnoxious rubies. Laura didn't have a will. He remembers going through them all, Sydney is sleeping down the hall, having exhausted herself from crying.
He was going to give Sydney the anniversary necklace as a wedding gift; he brought it to a jewelry store to be restrung and polished after Sydney informed him that Danny had indeed proposed. When Danny died, Jack wondered once idly if they were perhaps cursed.
When Sydney proves herself to be the miracle Laura had always claimed she was, Jack invites her to his apartment to show her one of the few things of Laura's he had kept.
She examines it, still reverent, Irina's face when she discovered the Rambaldi manuscript, perfectly pasted onto Sydney's. "I remember these," she says softly, "They were Mom's."
And Jack wonders if Irina knows that her greatest legacy is her daughter's love.
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Date: 2005-08-23 08:35 pm (UTC)When Danny died, Jack wondered once idly if they were perhaps cursed.
I particularly love that. Just because I'm sick and macabre. Or something.
And, oh, the end. *sighs* Beeeautiful.
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Date: 2005-08-24 07:34 pm (UTC)I couldn't think of a way to end it. And I was about two hundred words over. So I was like, la la la...
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