3 A.M.
Adele
DISCLAIMER:I don't own Alias, or Michael Vartan. It's a sad cruel world, and JJ Abrahms is a lucky man owning both basically. I don't own the song used in this story… Matchbox 20 does.
Romance
Summary: Late night conversations in the rain.
S/V
Song Fic: 3 A.M. Matchbox20 (Yourself, or Someone Like You)
Vaughn's View
I woke up and realized that I wasn't in my own bed, or my own room for that matter. I look at my surroundings and going over the nights event remembering. A grin appears on my face as the rain pounds against Sydney's apartment windows. I turn over to look at the most amazing person I know. My soul mate and now girlfriend, but all that is there is crumpled blankets, and a shape of where someone was lying on a pillow next to me. I get up immediately, worrying… Where could she be? I go over to the window, and I see her. She is down in her front lawn with her hands out on either side of her, and her face pointed towards the sky. I rush out of the room throwing on my clothes. I get to her door, and slam my feet into my shoes not caring whether they are on the right feet or not.
"Syd? What are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold," I say. I'm always worrying about her.
She looks over to me and grins, "It's three A.M. I must be lonely."
"What?" I asked now fully confused.
"It's a song. I always thought it sort of explains things in my life. I used to go out in the rain when I was younger. I feel like each raindrop knows a tiny detail about me. No one else knew anything about me," she has turned away making it hard for me to read her expression.
"Syd, things have changed since you were younger. I know you… More then I know anyone else," I say softly as I pull her into my arms, "No more three A.M. rain dances."
"I can't make any promises," she said kissing me softly on my lips. The rain dances on our faces, and I have to say that it was an amazing feeling being with her in this moment. She led me back into her apartment. As she passed, she shed each wet clothing item she was wearing. She climbed into her bed, and motioned for me to join her. I lay down next to her pulling her into my arms. She clicked play on her small bedside CD player, and cuddled close to me. Soon I heard her rhythmic breathing a sign she was asleep. As I drifted off to sleep myself, I heard the last few words to the song playing.
Well, I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
The rains gonna wash it away I believe it.
Adele
DISCLAIMER:I don't own Alias, or Michael Vartan. It's a sad cruel world, and JJ Abrahms is a lucky man owning both basically. I don't own the song used in this story… Matchbox 20 does.
Romance
Summary: Late night conversations in the rain.
S/V
Song Fic: 3 A.M. Matchbox20 (Yourself, or Someone Like You)
Vaughn's View
I woke up and realized that I wasn't in my own bed, or my own room for that matter. I look at my surroundings and going over the nights event remembering. A grin appears on my face as the rain pounds against Sydney's apartment windows. I turn over to look at the most amazing person I know. My soul mate and now girlfriend, but all that is there is crumpled blankets, and a shape of where someone was lying on a pillow next to me. I get up immediately, worrying… Where could she be? I go over to the window, and I see her. She is down in her front lawn with her hands out on either side of her, and her face pointed towards the sky. I rush out of the room throwing on my clothes. I get to her door, and slam my feet into my shoes not caring whether they are on the right feet or not.
"Syd? What are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold," I say. I'm always worrying about her.
She looks over to me and grins, "It's three A.M. I must be lonely."
"What?" I asked now fully confused.
"It's a song. I always thought it sort of explains things in my life. I used to go out in the rain when I was younger. I feel like each raindrop knows a tiny detail about me. No one else knew anything about me," she has turned away making it hard for me to read her expression.
"Syd, things have changed since you were younger. I know you… More then I know anyone else," I say softly as I pull her into my arms, "No more three A.M. rain dances."
"I can't make any promises," she said kissing me softly on my lips. The rain dances on our faces, and I have to say that it was an amazing feeling being with her in this moment. She led me back into her apartment. As she passed, she shed each wet clothing item she was wearing. She climbed into her bed, and motioned for me to join her. I lay down next to her pulling her into my arms. She clicked play on her small bedside CD player, and cuddled close to me. Soon I heard her rhythmic breathing a sign she was asleep. As I drifted off to sleep myself, I heard the last few words to the song playing.
Well, I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
The rains gonna wash it away I believe it.