|Is There Something I Should Know?
Author: Random Little Writer PM
They were no strangers to tense arguments and heated discussions, but there were still things left unsaid. A series of oneshots about Pamela Landy and Noah Vosen.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Romance - Pamela L. & N. Vosen - Chapters: 8 - Words: 3,160 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 10-01-11 - Published: 04-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6935716
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Well, I'm sorry to say this is the last chapter. Obviously this scene didn't happen in the movie, but I think these two deserve some closure.
Thanks to those who read and reviewed! And please tell me if Landy and Vosen are too out of character.
She walks into the restaurant, easily finding her way around, and tells the host who she's there to see. He points her in the direction of a table that's just a few feet away, as he did mere days ago. There's a sense of déjà vu as she heads to the table, as she expected—this is the same restaurant where she and Noah talked about the disaster that was Simon Ross' assassination.
Earlier that day Pamela had received a call. She answered hesitantly; after all, tomorrow she was to testify about Operation Blackbriar, and the caller could be a Blackbriar lackey trying to scare her out of it. When she heard Noah Vosen's voice, she assumed the worst, though he only said he had to talk to her. Against her better judgment, she agreed to meet him.
She sits at the table with uncertainty, a small part of her wondering if this was a ploy to convince her not to testify, or at least leave his name out of it. She thinks about asking him if he's going to order another omelet—even men who are about to go to prison need to eat.
Noah's wearing a nice, expensive suit as usual, as a sort of last hurrah before his life is finally taken from him. He looks at her with mild surprise. "I didn't think you would actually come."
"I guess that makes two of us," Pamela says. The small talk stops there; she's not going to waste any time. "What do you want, Noah?"
He stalls for a bit, as if thinking of what he wants to say first. Then, out of nowhere: "Kramer was going to frame you."
She stares at him, her face showing no emotion, though she's certain he can see the disbelief in her eyes. "What?"
"He told me himself," Noah says. "He said that if Blackbriar went south, you would take the fall."
It takes a little while for his words to sink in. She's surprised and then she isn't. She's known Ezra Kramer for a fairly long time; his ruthlessness makes Noah's worst traits look positively sweet-natured. His plan to use her as a scapegoat doesn't seem very far-fetched.
"Would you have gone along with it?" she asks.
Noah doesn't hesitate. He looks right at her. "I'm not going to apologize for anything I did. But I wasn't overly fond of that plan."
He's being too cooperative, too honest. Pamela searches his body language for any sign of lying and finds nothing. Something about this entire meeting feels wrong. "Why are you telling me this?"
He sighs, frustrated. At least that is familiar. "Pam, you're always asking me to tell you things. Now I am."
"I never asked you to tell me I was being used," she says.
"I wanted to tell you." His voice is a little snappish this time. "Did you know I wasn't supposed to tell you about Blackbriar? I did it anyway."
She's starting to get annoyed. "I asked you about Blackbriar. You never would have told me otherwise."
"Really?" he asks. "Do you believe that?"
She wants to know why she would even believe someone like him. Someone who lied every day, who thought he was doing the right thing when he killed U.S. citizens and his own colleagues. Every fiber in her body is telling her not to believe a word he says.
And yet something inside her does. Some part of her that refuses to be ignored believes he would have told her. Or perhaps it just wants to believe he would have told her.
Pamela wants to believe in him.
"Pam." Noah breaks into her thoughts. "Do you know why I kept you alive?"
Kept her alive?
She remembers. He's talking about the training facility. In her mind, he didn't so much keep her alive as just choose not to kill her right then and there. But Noah is right—she can't figure out why he didn't end her life.
He could have done it easily. He could have pulled the trigger and destroyed her as she had done to him. Just one more crime to add to the list, yet another name whose death was ordered.
Noah looks her straight in the eye and tells her.
Pamela can hardly believe what she's hearing. At first she thinks she heard wrong, she's twisting his words into what she wants to hear. It plays over and over in her mind and finally, she looks into his eyes and she knows.
Noah is telling the truth.
She doesn't know what to say.
He slowly gets up from his chair; the meeting has suddenly come to an end. What needed to be said was said. Then he stops, looks at her in a way she never thought him capable of, and asks her, "Wait for me?"
Pamela knows what he means. He's going to be incarcerated. Then she looks at him and realizes that behind the question is another one, and for once they are on the same page. She knows what he's trying to say.
So she answers both of his questions, the said and the unsaid.