Title: The Good Stuff
Author: Queenie aka Nicole
Beta: Screech!
Disclaimer: Let's see, I own everything, Simon is alive and sitting next to me on my right, Sark on my left, and Vaughn underneath me, Lauren is dead, and when he's not with me, Vaughn is with Syd. No, really, I own none of the characters you recognize and love (or don't love), they belong to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot, ABC, etc. You get the point.
Rating: Let's keep it at PG-13, if it needs to be higher, I'll warn you.
Pairings: Well, obviously S/V, maybe I'll hook Weiss up with someone, not sure though.
Spoilers: Still staying AU!
Summary: In all their time together, there have been many good times, now, that he is no longer her bodyguard, and life has to go on, will it last?
Dedication: To Screech, Sarah and Toni for always giving me someone to talk to and horse around with and just be plain stupid with. And to all the readers of Butdhu – you all push me to write more. And to my stalkers, who keep pushing me to update.
Author's Note: I couldn't hold out on all of you for another day! So ta-da! For your reading pleasure, this will in fact have more angst than Butdhu, because surely you didn't expect it to stay fluffy sweet forever, did you?
The Good Stuff
[Prologue]
It had been three months since he had gotten her back in his life, three long months that seemed to fly by like nothing.
They had basically moved in together, not officially, but he was there every day, he spent every night there, and Donovan, his pudgy little bull- dog had taken up residence there also.
It was on one of those nights that they were curled up in each other's embrace on the couch, watching some chick-flick she had picked out that he was thinking about a lot of things.
So many things had been on his mind for the last few days, that as he sat on the couch with Sydney, he wasn't even paying attention to the movie, or how when the main character died at the end, a few tears slipped down Sydney's cheeks.
He wasn't pulled out of his reverie until Sydney tugged on his hand, Donovan at her heels, "Are you ready to go to bed?"
"Sure," he nodded, allowing her to help him stand up off of the couch, "I'm actually tired also."
She smiled playfully, and winked at him, "I never said you had to be tired, I just asked if you wanted to go to the bedroom."
Donovan barked, getting impatient at having to wait for his master and his new owner.
"I think Donovan is getting a little impatient."
Vaughn chuckled, "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"
~&~&~
An hour later, Sydney lay curled up against his chest, her head using him as her pillow, but he couldn't sleep, he had too many thoughts coursing through his head to sleep.
His hand grappled in the drawer next to the bed that Sydney had given him a few weeks before after she had teased him about bringing a book bag with him full of his belongings, and as his hand rooted around, it came in contact with a velvet box -- the velvet box he had been searching for.
Pulling it out and raising it above his head, he clicked it open so the box was tilted, and he could see the contents of it.
He had been walking around with the box in his pocket for a week, since exactly once week before he had been walking by the jewelry store on his way to meet Sydney for lunch, when he had seen it.
And he had known it was perfect.
Had felt that it was perfect.
So he had impulsively bought it, wondering if it was too soon to be thinking about things like that.
And now he had a plan.
~&~&~
The next night they were going out to eat dinner at a new place downtown that had just opened up, Vaughn's friend Craig had recommended it.
As they walked in the front doors, the maitre'd showed them to their booth in the back that was alight with scented candles.
It was beautiful.
She left menus with them, promising to be back in a few minutes to take down their orders, and they sat in silence as they read over the menu.
"Syd, I have to use the bathroom, so if the waitress comes back, order me the chicken parmesan, okay?"
Sydney nodded as he placed a chaste kiss on her lips and headed off towards the bathrooms, but right before he got there, he veered to the left, going to find the manager, who happened to be a close family friend.
"Jacques," Vaughn called, as he saw the man's back.
"Michel," Jacques greeted, "What a joy to see you! Your mother told me you had a girlfriend, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Vaughn smiled, "Actually, I need your help..."
~&~&~
Sydney looked around anxiously when ten minutes later he still hadn't returned from the bathroom, and if he wasn't back in two minutes, she was going to go into the bathroom on her own, searching for him.
But a voice on a microphone, broadcasted all through the restaurant, caused her head to snap up towards the stage, "Please welcome Michael Vaughn, singing 'I Knew I Loved You.'"
Applause rang out throughout the restaurant as Sydney turned bright red.
"Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
And there it goes
I think I've found my best friend."
All eyes stayed rapt on Vaughn as he poured his hear out to her in the song, and surprisingly, his voice wasn't that bad.
"I know it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe."
As he continued to sing, Sydney felt the tears sting her eyes as they started to uncontrollably run down her cheeks.
"I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life."
He stepped down off of the stage, microphone in hand, and slowly started walking towards their table, his eyes connecting with Sydney's, and never breaking the contact.
"There's just no rhyme of reason
Only this sense of completion
And in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home."
As he got closer and closer to her, tears started falling down her cheeks faster, until her vision was blurred so much so that she could no longer watch his progress towards her.
"I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe."
The closer he got, the closer he got to the verge of tears, and when he was but two steps away from Sydney, he pulled the little velvet box out of his pocket and...
"I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life."
...got down on one knee, all the while still holding the microphone and speaking his proposal into it.
The black velvet box was snapped open.
And she sniffled, wiping at her eyes.
He smiled before gulping, and biting the bullet.
"Sydney Anne Bristow, I love you more than I ever thought I would be able to love anyone, my dog loves you, my mother loves you, my family loves you, everyone loves you, will you make me the happiest man in the universe and marry me?"
TBC...
~&~&~
*Lyrics from "I Knew I Loved You" by Savage Garden*
So, you like? I sure hope you did.
Author: Queenie aka Nicole
Beta: Screech!
Disclaimer: Let's see, I own everything, Simon is alive and sitting next to me on my right, Sark on my left, and Vaughn underneath me, Lauren is dead, and when he's not with me, Vaughn is with Syd. No, really, I own none of the characters you recognize and love (or don't love), they belong to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot, ABC, etc. You get the point.
Rating: Let's keep it at PG-13, if it needs to be higher, I'll warn you.
Pairings: Well, obviously S/V, maybe I'll hook Weiss up with someone, not sure though.
Spoilers: Still staying AU!
Summary: In all their time together, there have been many good times, now, that he is no longer her bodyguard, and life has to go on, will it last?
Dedication: To Screech, Sarah and Toni for always giving me someone to talk to and horse around with and just be plain stupid with. And to all the readers of Butdhu – you all push me to write more. And to my stalkers, who keep pushing me to update.
Author's Note: I couldn't hold out on all of you for another day! So ta-da! For your reading pleasure, this will in fact have more angst than Butdhu, because surely you didn't expect it to stay fluffy sweet forever, did you?
The Good Stuff
[Prologue]
It had been three months since he had gotten her back in his life, three long months that seemed to fly by like nothing.
They had basically moved in together, not officially, but he was there every day, he spent every night there, and Donovan, his pudgy little bull- dog had taken up residence there also.
It was on one of those nights that they were curled up in each other's embrace on the couch, watching some chick-flick she had picked out that he was thinking about a lot of things.
So many things had been on his mind for the last few days, that as he sat on the couch with Sydney, he wasn't even paying attention to the movie, or how when the main character died at the end, a few tears slipped down Sydney's cheeks.
He wasn't pulled out of his reverie until Sydney tugged on his hand, Donovan at her heels, "Are you ready to go to bed?"
"Sure," he nodded, allowing her to help him stand up off of the couch, "I'm actually tired also."
She smiled playfully, and winked at him, "I never said you had to be tired, I just asked if you wanted to go to the bedroom."
Donovan barked, getting impatient at having to wait for his master and his new owner.
"I think Donovan is getting a little impatient."
Vaughn chuckled, "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"
~&~&~
An hour later, Sydney lay curled up against his chest, her head using him as her pillow, but he couldn't sleep, he had too many thoughts coursing through his head to sleep.
His hand grappled in the drawer next to the bed that Sydney had given him a few weeks before after she had teased him about bringing a book bag with him full of his belongings, and as his hand rooted around, it came in contact with a velvet box -- the velvet box he had been searching for.
Pulling it out and raising it above his head, he clicked it open so the box was tilted, and he could see the contents of it.
He had been walking around with the box in his pocket for a week, since exactly once week before he had been walking by the jewelry store on his way to meet Sydney for lunch, when he had seen it.
And he had known it was perfect.
Had felt that it was perfect.
So he had impulsively bought it, wondering if it was too soon to be thinking about things like that.
And now he had a plan.
~&~&~
The next night they were going out to eat dinner at a new place downtown that had just opened up, Vaughn's friend Craig had recommended it.
As they walked in the front doors, the maitre'd showed them to their booth in the back that was alight with scented candles.
It was beautiful.
She left menus with them, promising to be back in a few minutes to take down their orders, and they sat in silence as they read over the menu.
"Syd, I have to use the bathroom, so if the waitress comes back, order me the chicken parmesan, okay?"
Sydney nodded as he placed a chaste kiss on her lips and headed off towards the bathrooms, but right before he got there, he veered to the left, going to find the manager, who happened to be a close family friend.
"Jacques," Vaughn called, as he saw the man's back.
"Michel," Jacques greeted, "What a joy to see you! Your mother told me you had a girlfriend, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Vaughn smiled, "Actually, I need your help..."
~&~&~
Sydney looked around anxiously when ten minutes later he still hadn't returned from the bathroom, and if he wasn't back in two minutes, she was going to go into the bathroom on her own, searching for him.
But a voice on a microphone, broadcasted all through the restaurant, caused her head to snap up towards the stage, "Please welcome Michael Vaughn, singing 'I Knew I Loved You.'"
Applause rang out throughout the restaurant as Sydney turned bright red.
"Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
And there it goes
I think I've found my best friend."
All eyes stayed rapt on Vaughn as he poured his hear out to her in the song, and surprisingly, his voice wasn't that bad.
"I know it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe."
As he continued to sing, Sydney felt the tears sting her eyes as they started to uncontrollably run down her cheeks.
"I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life."
He stepped down off of the stage, microphone in hand, and slowly started walking towards their table, his eyes connecting with Sydney's, and never breaking the contact.
"There's just no rhyme of reason
Only this sense of completion
And in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home."
As he got closer and closer to her, tears started falling down her cheeks faster, until her vision was blurred so much so that she could no longer watch his progress towards her.
"I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe."
The closer he got, the closer he got to the verge of tears, and when he was but two steps away from Sydney, he pulled the little velvet box out of his pocket and...
"I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life."
...got down on one knee, all the while still holding the microphone and speaking his proposal into it.
The black velvet box was snapped open.
And she sniffled, wiping at her eyes.
He smiled before gulping, and biting the bullet.
"Sydney Anne Bristow, I love you more than I ever thought I would be able to love anyone, my dog loves you, my mother loves you, my family loves you, everyone loves you, will you make me the happiest man in the universe and marry me?"
TBC...
~&~&~
*Lyrics from "I Knew I Loved You" by Savage Garden*
So, you like? I sure hope you did.