Title: Untitled
Author: Penny
Summary: Christmas of 2003 brings back memories of the Christmas before William Vaughn's death. Lots of S/V.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JJ Abrams
Feedback: Please
A/N: I post this on the boards, however since the boards are down, I figured I'd post here, because I want to get this done before Christmas
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"Is this new?" Will walks over to pick up a sleek silver frame; it was smaller and more modern then its antique older brother, nevertheless it fit perfectly on Sydney's bedside table. Will has never seen the picture before either, it looks to have been taken on Christmas back in the seventies. Sydney as a little girl under the mistletoe kissing a boy Will didn't recognize; he didn't look to happy at Sydney's jester.
Sydney comes over and takes the frame out of Will's hand and places it back in its rightful place. She smiles and ignores Will's question.
"Sydney?"
"Yes?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
Snorting she doesn't say a word. He looks at her bewildered and she tells him, "It's was taken when I was four." She puts emphasis on the period, telling him: drop the issues.
Will, being Will, pressed on. "Who's the boy?"
Grinning, Sydney picks up the frame and settles down on her bed. The curiosity is driving Will insane; he sits down in front of her, and using his eyes exhorts her to tell him.
She fidgets, "It's Vaughn."
Will blinks twice, "Vaughn."
Sydney nods.
"As in…"
"The very same."
"I thought that…"
"So did I, but apparently we knew each other before our parents died."
Sydney wishes she had just bit her lip, because Will looks like he's preparing himself for a very long story.
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Author: Penny
Summary: Christmas of 2003 brings back memories of the Christmas before William Vaughn's death. Lots of S/V.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JJ Abrams
Feedback: Please
A/N: I post this on the boards, however since the boards are down, I figured I'd post here, because I want to get this done before Christmas
*
"Is this new?" Will walks over to pick up a sleek silver frame; it was smaller and more modern then its antique older brother, nevertheless it fit perfectly on Sydney's bedside table. Will has never seen the picture before either, it looks to have been taken on Christmas back in the seventies. Sydney as a little girl under the mistletoe kissing a boy Will didn't recognize; he didn't look to happy at Sydney's jester.
Sydney comes over and takes the frame out of Will's hand and places it back in its rightful place. She smiles and ignores Will's question.
"Sydney?"
"Yes?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
Snorting she doesn't say a word. He looks at her bewildered and she tells him, "It's was taken when I was four." She puts emphasis on the period, telling him: drop the issues.
Will, being Will, pressed on. "Who's the boy?"
Grinning, Sydney picks up the frame and settles down on her bed. The curiosity is driving Will insane; he sits down in front of her, and using his eyes exhorts her to tell him.
She fidgets, "It's Vaughn."
Will blinks twice, "Vaughn."
Sydney nods.
"As in…"
"The very same."
"I thought that…"
"So did I, but apparently we knew each other before our parents died."
Sydney wishes she had just bit her lip, because Will looks like he's preparing himself for a very long story.
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