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Author's notes-To Kerry, who said I should move from SWish to full-on SWeiss. Here y'go, babe. You rock.
Feedback-always greatly appreciated.
Spoilers-Mm. The Two maybe. Just general Season 3-ness.
Eyes in the Dark-The end of one thing and the beginning of something new. Sequel to Boris Sent You.
He rushed up the stairs. Oh, this was bad. This was more than bad. This was a discussion he had to have with the only friend he could count on: Eric Weiss.
He'd tried calling the apartment on the drive over and was greeted with an answering machine. Opting for his cell, he was again asked to leave his name and number with a promise of a swift return.
He'd tried calling over to the warehouse, remembering that it was Halloween and Weiss loved their spooky holiday tradition. It was unfortunately unsuccessful as well. Figuring it was late enough that the kids had headed home, he headed for Weiss's apartment, to wait outside the door if he had to.
He had a problem. A big problem. He and Lauren had had a fight--a knockdown, drag-out argument that shook framed photographs on the wall. Everything was brought up, including the one topic he really hadn't wanted to discuss: Sydney.
He loved Lauren, really he did. He'd loved Sydney. Best of all, he'd talked a good talk to Sydney about moving on but it wasn't necessarily true. It was hard to explain to Lauren. It was hard to get the words that he needed to form coherent sentences. He knew, though. He knew he could talk to his long-time friend, the true voice of reason in his life. His Jiminy Cricket of sorts.
Finally reaching the correct floor, he exited the stairwell and started towards his friend's apartment. What he saw, however, made him stop dead in his tracks and retreat to shadowy cover. But, it wouldn't have mattered if he'd stood on a soapbox and shouted his arrival under bright and flashing neon signs.
Weiss and Sydney were oblivious to their surroundings.
"It can't be just coincidence," she said. "I just don't buy it. You weren't the slightest bit curious. You weren't the slightest bit surprised when you saw me." She leaned towards him, smiling softly. She'd figured it all out. "This was planned."
"Well," Weiss began. "I was going to be the headless horseman," he acknowledged with a slight, sheepish smile.
"What changed your mind?" She playfully crossed her arms, her eyes locked with his.
"I saw the wig in your apartment. I knew that wasn't a work wig."
She placed her hands on his arms gently and gave him The Look. Vaughn knew The Look so well. That used to be The Look she gave to him when he'd done something sweet, something kiss-worthy. He'd never seen her give The Look to anyone else and it was... startling to him, especially to see it aimed at Weiss. While Weiss was his best friend and a great guy, that was... That was his heart falling to his knees, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
And then it happened. The final nail was put in the coffin of the Sydney and Vaughn relationship. She leaned in, kissing his lips softly, tenderly. They looked at each other for a long, silent moment before he kissed her again and it was different. It wasn't platonic anymore. That was very real. Exceptionally real. That was Sydney Bristow and Eric Weiss on the verge of a budding relationship.
The relationship that used to be his. The relationship that should've been his. That would've been his had they lived normal lives, lives that didn't include lying and evil men hell-bent on taking over the world.
It was all over now.
End.
Author's notes-To Kerry, who said I should move from SWish to full-on SWeiss. Here y'go, babe. You rock.
Feedback-always greatly appreciated.
Spoilers-Mm. The Two maybe. Just general Season 3-ness.
Eyes in the Dark-The end of one thing and the beginning of something new. Sequel to Boris Sent You.
He rushed up the stairs. Oh, this was bad. This was more than bad. This was a discussion he had to have with the only friend he could count on: Eric Weiss.
He'd tried calling the apartment on the drive over and was greeted with an answering machine. Opting for his cell, he was again asked to leave his name and number with a promise of a swift return.
He'd tried calling over to the warehouse, remembering that it was Halloween and Weiss loved their spooky holiday tradition. It was unfortunately unsuccessful as well. Figuring it was late enough that the kids had headed home, he headed for Weiss's apartment, to wait outside the door if he had to.
He had a problem. A big problem. He and Lauren had had a fight--a knockdown, drag-out argument that shook framed photographs on the wall. Everything was brought up, including the one topic he really hadn't wanted to discuss: Sydney.
He loved Lauren, really he did. He'd loved Sydney. Best of all, he'd talked a good talk to Sydney about moving on but it wasn't necessarily true. It was hard to explain to Lauren. It was hard to get the words that he needed to form coherent sentences. He knew, though. He knew he could talk to his long-time friend, the true voice of reason in his life. His Jiminy Cricket of sorts.
Finally reaching the correct floor, he exited the stairwell and started towards his friend's apartment. What he saw, however, made him stop dead in his tracks and retreat to shadowy cover. But, it wouldn't have mattered if he'd stood on a soapbox and shouted his arrival under bright and flashing neon signs.
Weiss and Sydney were oblivious to their surroundings.
"It can't be just coincidence," she said. "I just don't buy it. You weren't the slightest bit curious. You weren't the slightest bit surprised when you saw me." She leaned towards him, smiling softly. She'd figured it all out. "This was planned."
"Well," Weiss began. "I was going to be the headless horseman," he acknowledged with a slight, sheepish smile.
"What changed your mind?" She playfully crossed her arms, her eyes locked with his.
"I saw the wig in your apartment. I knew that wasn't a work wig."
She placed her hands on his arms gently and gave him The Look. Vaughn knew The Look so well. That used to be The Look she gave to him when he'd done something sweet, something kiss-worthy. He'd never seen her give The Look to anyone else and it was... startling to him, especially to see it aimed at Weiss. While Weiss was his best friend and a great guy, that was... That was his heart falling to his knees, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
And then it happened. The final nail was put in the coffin of the Sydney and Vaughn relationship. She leaned in, kissing his lips softly, tenderly. They looked at each other for a long, silent moment before he kissed her again and it was different. It wasn't platonic anymore. That was very real. Exceptionally real. That was Sydney Bristow and Eric Weiss on the verge of a budding relationship.
The relationship that used to be his. The relationship that should've been his. That would've been his had they lived normal lives, lives that didn't include lying and evil men hell-bent on taking over the world.
It was all over now.
End.