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Adult +
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A Perfect Marriage?
I do not own Alias, but I do own the character Jan Oramu. Enjoy! Please review -
A PERFECT MARRIAGE? - PART 1: MEMORIES OF LOVE (RATING R)
Jan Oramu watched his friends while he was drinking some champagne.
The two friends had not that long ago become husband and wife. A
lone tear fell down his eyes, not because he hadn't been the one to
get married to the woman to whom his friend had just exchanged his
vows to, but because he was so happy for them.
Jan knew he'd never be that lucky again, ever since his girlfriend
Mischa had been killed right before his eyes and he had gotten that
injury around his navel. The whole area around it was burned, and
only skin was visible.
That was one of the reasons he never tanned during summerdays. Not
that he'd ever got the chance to after joining an organization
called APO, fully known as Authorized Personnel Only.
The now married friends had been his longest ones, and they both had
advised their boss to let him join the agency. That was before
Mischa had been killed.
Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn. They had both tried so hard to
get their mutual friend to move on, even saving him from an
attempted suicide. Because to Jan Oramu, Mischa had been the love of
his life.
"Penny for your thoughts, Jan?" asked a voice behind him.
He turned around and froze. It was Arvin Sloane, his boss!!
" 'A dead boy for your thoughts' should be a more fitting term if
you ask it, Mr. Sloane." Jan shot back. Then he left a stunned boss
at his spot while going to the balcony. Jan sighed heavily while
admiring its beautiful view outside.
"JAN! Thank you so much for having been our best man!" said two
unified voices. Jan didn't turn around, he knew DAMN well to who
those two voices belonged: Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn.
Only when their friend felt the touch on each shoulder did he turn
around. "I just wish Mischa had been here to see it!" said a tear-
streaked Jan.
Jan was hugged by both friends. He smiled through his tears as his
friends didn't know what to say to that. "You know, I should be the
one hugging you BOTH!" Jan said and did just that. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Jan." Sydney said, then shared a look with her husband. One
that resembled 'He still isn't over her?'
"Anyway, I gotta go you guys. It's been a great wedding. I'll see
you two tomorrow at work!" Jan said and left after putting his empty
glass on the tray. Sydney followed him. "Jan, wait! Are you sure --?"
"Chill, Syd! I haven't drank a lot and I won't be foolish enough to
do something like that again!" Jan said, indicating the last time he
had tried to commit suicide over losing Mischa. "Enjoy your Wedding
Night! Make it a night to remember!" were Jan's words that
interrupted Sydney's sentence.
Jan Oramu didn't have to drive that long to his home. After closing
the door Jan stripped himself off of his clothes and took an
enjoyable shower, or at least, he tried.
After the shower, Jan put the dirty clothes in the washing machine
and operated the system to wash his clothes for tomorrow. Then, Jan
grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from a drawer. Jan Oramu was a big
fan of keeping things clean and listening to music before turning in.
It hadn't been long or the memories came flooding back of Jan and
Mischa's favorite song:
"Ahihahihahihahie
Memories of love
You know my world
This is my right
You can take my love but not my life
I dream of you inside my mind
Love revelations we will find."
*****
Two people making love on the couch, a sudden sound is all that's
needed to break them up....
*****
"Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories of love are melting in my arms, in my arms
Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories will stay forever with your love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love."
*****
"I knew I'd find you here, just not so cozy with a girl."
"What do YOU want, JULIAN?" Jan yelled. "And she's not just ANY
girl, she's my girlfriend!"
"Really, Agent Oramu? Good to know." Sark aims the gun and shoots
Mischa before she knows what's going on. A fight ensues between Jan
and Sark.
*****
"The mood is right, I'm feeling fine
When we move our bodies through the night
You call my name right from the start
My destination for your heart"
Memories of Love."
*****
Sark has a stark nude Jan Oramu on the ground.
"And this is for taking my Lauren away..." Sark says and engulfs
Jan's navel with fire. Jan screams in pain while Sark grinning
evilly leaves the room.
*****
The song ends.... The tears that a half-nude Jan has cried abruptly
stop flowing after the last seconds of the song. He grabs the radio,
pulling the plug out of the electricity box and hurls it out of the
window!!!! He watches the glass shatter into a thousand fragments.
"Love.... is for the weak. Marriage... is for the weakest. Oh
Sydney..." Jan whispers dangerously...
*TBC*
A PERFECT MARRIAGE? - PART 1: MEMORIES OF LOVE (RATING R)
Jan Oramu watched his friends while he was drinking some champagne.
The two friends had not that long ago become husband and wife. A
lone tear fell down his eyes, not because he hadn't been the one to
get married to the woman to whom his friend had just exchanged his
vows to, but because he was so happy for them.
Jan knew he'd never be that lucky again, ever since his girlfriend
Mischa had been killed right before his eyes and he had gotten that
injury around his navel. The whole area around it was burned, and
only skin was visible.
That was one of the reasons he never tanned during summerdays. Not
that he'd ever got the chance to after joining an organization
called APO, fully known as Authorized Personnel Only.
The now married friends had been his longest ones, and they both had
advised their boss to let him join the agency. That was before
Mischa had been killed.
Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn. They had both tried so hard to
get their mutual friend to move on, even saving him from an
attempted suicide. Because to Jan Oramu, Mischa had been the love of
his life.
"Penny for your thoughts, Jan?" asked a voice behind him.
He turned around and froze. It was Arvin Sloane, his boss!!
" 'A dead boy for your thoughts' should be a more fitting term if
you ask it, Mr. Sloane." Jan shot back. Then he left a stunned boss
at his spot while going to the balcony. Jan sighed heavily while
admiring its beautiful view outside.
"JAN! Thank you so much for having been our best man!" said two
unified voices. Jan didn't turn around, he knew DAMN well to who
those two voices belonged: Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn.
Only when their friend felt the touch on each shoulder did he turn
around. "I just wish Mischa had been here to see it!" said a tear-
streaked Jan.
Jan was hugged by both friends. He smiled through his tears as his
friends didn't know what to say to that. "You know, I should be the
one hugging you BOTH!" Jan said and did just that. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Jan." Sydney said, then shared a look with her husband. One
that resembled 'He still isn't over her?'
"Anyway, I gotta go you guys. It's been a great wedding. I'll see
you two tomorrow at work!" Jan said and left after putting his empty
glass on the tray. Sydney followed him. "Jan, wait! Are you sure --?"
"Chill, Syd! I haven't drank a lot and I won't be foolish enough to
do something like that again!" Jan said, indicating the last time he
had tried to commit suicide over losing Mischa. "Enjoy your Wedding
Night! Make it a night to remember!" were Jan's words that
interrupted Sydney's sentence.
Jan Oramu didn't have to drive that long to his home. After closing
the door Jan stripped himself off of his clothes and took an
enjoyable shower, or at least, he tried.
After the shower, Jan put the dirty clothes in the washing machine
and operated the system to wash his clothes for tomorrow. Then, Jan
grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from a drawer. Jan Oramu was a big
fan of keeping things clean and listening to music before turning in.
It hadn't been long or the memories came flooding back of Jan and
Mischa's favorite song:
"Ahihahihahihahie
Memories of love
You know my world
This is my right
You can take my love but not my life
I dream of you inside my mind
Love revelations we will find."
*****
Two people making love on the couch, a sudden sound is all that's
needed to break them up....
*****
"Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories of love are melting in my arms, in my arms
Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories will stay forever with your love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love."
*****
"I knew I'd find you here, just not so cozy with a girl."
"What do YOU want, JULIAN?" Jan yelled. "And she's not just ANY
girl, she's my girlfriend!"
"Really, Agent Oramu? Good to know." Sark aims the gun and shoots
Mischa before she knows what's going on. A fight ensues between Jan
and Sark.
*****
"The mood is right, I'm feeling fine
When we move our bodies through the night
You call my name right from the start
My destination for your heart"
Memories of Love."
*****
Sark has a stark nude Jan Oramu on the ground.
"And this is for taking my Lauren away..." Sark says and engulfs
Jan's navel with fire. Jan screams in pain while Sark grinning
evilly leaves the room.
*****
The song ends.... The tears that a half-nude Jan has cried abruptly
stop flowing after the last seconds of the song. He grabs the radio,
pulling the plug out of the electricity box and hurls it out of the
window!!!! He watches the glass shatter into a thousand fragments.
"Love.... is for the weak. Marriage... is for the weakest. Oh
Sydney..." Jan whispers dangerously...
*TBC*