Originally posted online: Early 2004
Disclaimer: Sydney, Vaughn, and any other characters from Alias that will appear in this fic belong to the brilliant, the fabulous, the absolute genius J.J. Abrams and his gang. I also don't own the idea of having Sydney go back in time to marry Vaughn. That came from the end of "Kate & Leopold". Thanks for letting me borrow them!

A/N: This fic was a personal challenge just to see if I could write what it would be like for Sydney back in 1890. Other than that, my only goal was giving you guys some more fluff out of the "Syd & Michel" storyline. Here's hoping I succeeded!

I also decided to go ahead and post as many chapters as I can at once, because I don't when I'll have this much internet access again, having to share the computer with hubby. If you're receiving e-mails for my updates, sorry about the onslaught!

Any conversation between anyone other than Sydney and Vaughn when they are completely alone, should be assumed is being spoken in French.

Enjoy!!


Prologue (taken from the end of "Syd & Michel"):

Sydney smiled when she found the anchored rope still hooked over Vaughn's balcony railing as she expected it would be, and climbed up the rope, half-expecting to find him sound asleep in his bed. But his room was still lighted as she tossed her leg over the railing and came to stand on the balcony floor. She froze when she saw him walk out of the doors twenty feet away. She was hidden in the shadows, so he didn't see her, and he leaned up against the wall between the two sets of doors, sighed loudly, and rubbed his face, staring back at the moon.

As much of a mess that he was, he was still a sight for sore eyes. Sydney wanted nothing more than to hold him and kiss him, and it all had to start with getting his attention. Taking a step toward him into the light, she called out, "Michael."

His head snapped up at the sound of her voice and his mouth dropped open as he stared at her for a long minute. "Sydney?" he finally asked, and she was sure he thought he was hallucinating by the disbelieving tone in his voice.

She took another step forward and nodded nervously. "Yes."

"You came back?" He was clearly confused.

"I came back to be with you," she answered, hoping that her words would straighten him out. She further convinced him he wasn't dreaming by adding, "I love you."

He was in front of her in three long strides, and wrapped his arms around her, breathing her in. He couldn't believe it was true, but he spoke the first words that came to his mind. "I love you so much." He followed that confession he finally got to complete saying to her wakened state, by asking the obvious questions. "How did you come back? I mean, what about the future--?"

She interrupted in order to explain his questions away. "Weiss is our great-great-grandson," she told him.

It took a second for that to register, and he pulled back to look into her eyes. "'Our'…?"

She smiled shyly. "If you'll have me."

Kissing her fully was his way of answering, pulling her tight against him, and deepening the kiss as much as he possibly could while they were standing up. Sydney didn't mind it and let herself fall into his firm embrace, and feel his tongue pleasurably sweep through her mouth.

They were both breathless and lightheaded when they finally broke apart and leaned their foreheads together. "I'm so glad you came back," he whispered, deep with emotion.

"I am too."

He tilted his head back. "What about your father? And your friends?"

"They gave me their blessing. They wanted me to be happy, and the only way I could be happy was with you."

He kissed her again in response, and held her face to meet her eyes again. "I love you," he repeated. "I wanted to say that all week."

"Me too," she admitted.

Vaughn suddenly felt his knees weaken with fatigue, and he laughed, "All of a sudden, I feel so tired."

"Why?"

"Well, it's probably because I didn't sleep at all after you left."

"I didn't either," she smiled. "I guess we should get some sleep."

"Mm-hmm. But, I don't have a guest room made up."

"We could share," she bit her bottom lip nervously after her suggestion.

He just grinned and turned to pull her into his room. "You know, I don't think I would want it any other way," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder comfortably.

"Doesn't your mother live here?" He turned to look at her beside him and nodded. "How are you going to explain me to her?" she wondered out loud.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I'm sure we'll think of something by morning."

She grinned, thinking of waking up with him in the morning again. "But, I thought you were tired," she just had to ask with a teasing lilt to her voice.

His face matched hers. "I am. But I want to spend the night with you."

Sydney actually blushed, feeling the heat travel all the way to her toes. "So…you don't want to go to sleep?"

Stopping beside his four-poster bed, he pulled her into his arms, making Sydney grin and show the dimples that he loved so much. Then he answered her question, leaning in to prepare for another smoldering kiss. "Not just yet."