Title: Broken Photographs
Author: Caro
Rating: PG
Category: Syd/Vaughn angst-galore!
Dedication: This one goes out to all of my Guardian Angel pals!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish I owned Alias, however, I assure you they are not mine and never will be, sadly.
Vaughn walked languidly down a street with both tension and excitement building in him. He saw that the street name marked Maple Avenue matched the street name on the sheet of paper he had printed out months earlier. Countless times he had contemplated his current actions in his chair, in his stuffy CIA office. He wondered what she looked liked, if her hair was short, or long. If she had a tan, or was still had that ivory color of skin. In his mind, she never changed, she would always be the girl who stole his heart from the very first time he saw her walk into the CIA conference room to write her statement. Her fiery red hair had matched her perseverance and she always amazed him with her ability to completely captivate him.
Briefly looking up at the stars, Michael Vaughn noted how they seemed to be twinkling at him, yet he could not decide whether they were laughing at him for living in a dream world or if they were pushing him towards her doorstep. He enjoyed the crispness of the New England summer air, it was so unlike the smoggy Los Angeles air, which made everybody feel as if they were trapped inside of a heated box with no air holes.
Vaughn took a crinkled photograph out of his pocket and sighed as he remembered Sydney's good-bye party that the CIA had thrown her. After all the SD branches had been brought down, Sydney stayed true to her word that she wanted no part of the spy business. She proclaimed how she needed to find herself in a world without the constant reminders of all the darkness that she had encountered on his missions. The picture was of Vaughn and Sydney laughing with Vaughn's arm gently draped across Sydney's shoulder and Sydney looking at Vaughn right in the eyes. There were pieces of cake on a table next to them. Vaughn had just made a joke about Weiss's luck, or lack there of, with women. Vaughn's luck however turned out for the better that night.
Since Francie's marriage to Bill, an old childhood friend who had resurfaced, Sydney had their old place all to herself. Vaughn drove her back to her house, not yet ready to let the love of his life walk out of the CIA doors never to see her again. He needed more time with her, even if it was only the short distance to where she lived.
"Vaughn…Michael… I can't say goodbye to you, not yet. Do you want to come inside and talk. No CIA talk, missions, no debriefing. Just two friends conversing."
Vaughn parked the car and relished in the fact that he didn't have to look over his shoulder in wonder if SD-6 had followed them. On the brief walking distance from the driveway to the front door, Vaughn grabbed Sydney's hand as their fingers entwined. He was amazed at how utterly perfect the moment felt.
Sydney must have felt it too. Neither of them remembered or cared who made the first move, but within moments their hands were exploring the territories of each other's bodies that their fingers had been yearning touch for so long. Each kiss released the passion built up by the past. Each moan and breath spoke volumes to the other. They spent the night living out each of their mutual desires for each other over the past few years. The next morning, when the sun shown through the window, Sydney snuggled closer to Vaughn. Both knew that the dawning of the new day was beckoning for Sydney to take her boxed up belongings and hit the road.
"Come with me." Sydney pleaded between kisses.
"I can't." Sydney knew that Vaughn felt obligated to stay with the CIA, whether out of devotion to his father's memory, making a difference in the world, or because being a CIA agent was the one true thing that gave his life a purpose.
After Vaughn helped Sydney put all of her luggage into her newly bought SUV, they shared one last hug, embracing the emotions felt throughout their time together. Sydney leaned in to give him one last kiss. He gently smoothed the back of her hair, relishing the silkiness of it. Her eyes once again pleaded with him to come with her. But the look in his eyes told her that he couldn't do it.
"I love you. If you need anything… anything at all, you've got my number." Sydney smiled as she remembered when he said those words in the past. When she was at her lowest point. He was her guardian angel, distance, time, and space couldn't erase that fact.
"I love you too. Goodbye Agent Vaughn." With a light peck on the cheek, she got in her car.
He watched as her car got smaller and smaller in the distance until you could only see the row of houses and the grayness of the street.
Ten years later, an older and wiser version of that man stood outside a house that matched the description of the directions to her house that he had printed out from his computer.
As he was about to take a step to cross the street and ring the doorbell, he saw the kitchen light turn on. A women with medium length brown hair carried a child in her arms and sat her down on the countertop to tend to the wound that the child had gotten on her knee. Vaughn smiled as he saw how Sydney hadn't changed much at all. She still looked as beautiful as she did in his memory.
A man soon followed into the kitchen as he placed a soft kiss atop the child's head and then bent down to kiss her knee. The child giggled after Sydney placed the bandage on the wounded area, and then jumped off the counter and playfully ran into another room. He watched as the man slid his arm around Sydney's small waist and proceeded to kiss her.
It was then when Sydney had her arms wrapped around the gentleman's neck that Vaughn saw the sparkling of a diamond ring on her finger. His heart broke into a million pieces as all of his hopes came crashing to the ground. Although he prepped himself on his flight to New England that she might be married and might have children, his heart still hopes for a chance to rekindle what they had shared all that time ago. That he would ring the doorbell and Sydney would hug him, and tell him that she had been waiting for him. That she was always waiting for him and there was no other guy for her but him.
He was happy though. She had found someone to love and live her life with. After all that she had gone through during her life in L.A, he couldn't help but feel proud of her. Proud that she made it through the darkness and had found the happiness that life can offer. He knew that she was happy, and he was content knowing that.
The photograph of the two of them at Sydney's goodbye party slowly slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground as Vaughn suddenly realized he didn't belong here anymore. He didn't have a place in Sydney's life.
Sydney stopped kissing her husband when she felt a strange feeling come over her. She looked out the window only to see the shadow of a man walking away.
She walked outside, her daughter skipping behind her, following. She looked down the street, but only saw the darkness of the shadows that the trees had cast on the street and walkways.
In the distance she heard a car engine start up and the sound of the tires as the vehicle sped away.
"Mommy, it's you!!"
Sydney walked over to where her daughter was standing, on the sidewalk across the street from their house. She took the picture from her daughter's hand. Tears started brimming around her eyes as she quickly wiped them away, so her daughter wouldn't see.
"Mommy, who is the man in the picture with you?"
Sydney hesitated as she saw the curiosity that lay in her daughter's eyes. She had the same blue eyes as her father, and the same dimple in her chin. "Mikeighla, that's your father."
The End!!
Please, let me know what you think!!
Author: Caro
Rating: PG
Category: Syd/Vaughn angst-galore!
Dedication: This one goes out to all of my Guardian Angel pals!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish I owned Alias, however, I assure you they are not mine and never will be, sadly.
Vaughn walked languidly down a street with both tension and excitement building in him. He saw that the street name marked Maple Avenue matched the street name on the sheet of paper he had printed out months earlier. Countless times he had contemplated his current actions in his chair, in his stuffy CIA office. He wondered what she looked liked, if her hair was short, or long. If she had a tan, or was still had that ivory color of skin. In his mind, she never changed, she would always be the girl who stole his heart from the very first time he saw her walk into the CIA conference room to write her statement. Her fiery red hair had matched her perseverance and she always amazed him with her ability to completely captivate him.
Briefly looking up at the stars, Michael Vaughn noted how they seemed to be twinkling at him, yet he could not decide whether they were laughing at him for living in a dream world or if they were pushing him towards her doorstep. He enjoyed the crispness of the New England summer air, it was so unlike the smoggy Los Angeles air, which made everybody feel as if they were trapped inside of a heated box with no air holes.
Vaughn took a crinkled photograph out of his pocket and sighed as he remembered Sydney's good-bye party that the CIA had thrown her. After all the SD branches had been brought down, Sydney stayed true to her word that she wanted no part of the spy business. She proclaimed how she needed to find herself in a world without the constant reminders of all the darkness that she had encountered on his missions. The picture was of Vaughn and Sydney laughing with Vaughn's arm gently draped across Sydney's shoulder and Sydney looking at Vaughn right in the eyes. There were pieces of cake on a table next to them. Vaughn had just made a joke about Weiss's luck, or lack there of, with women. Vaughn's luck however turned out for the better that night.
Since Francie's marriage to Bill, an old childhood friend who had resurfaced, Sydney had their old place all to herself. Vaughn drove her back to her house, not yet ready to let the love of his life walk out of the CIA doors never to see her again. He needed more time with her, even if it was only the short distance to where she lived.
"Vaughn…Michael… I can't say goodbye to you, not yet. Do you want to come inside and talk. No CIA talk, missions, no debriefing. Just two friends conversing."
Vaughn parked the car and relished in the fact that he didn't have to look over his shoulder in wonder if SD-6 had followed them. On the brief walking distance from the driveway to the front door, Vaughn grabbed Sydney's hand as their fingers entwined. He was amazed at how utterly perfect the moment felt.
Sydney must have felt it too. Neither of them remembered or cared who made the first move, but within moments their hands were exploring the territories of each other's bodies that their fingers had been yearning touch for so long. Each kiss released the passion built up by the past. Each moan and breath spoke volumes to the other. They spent the night living out each of their mutual desires for each other over the past few years. The next morning, when the sun shown through the window, Sydney snuggled closer to Vaughn. Both knew that the dawning of the new day was beckoning for Sydney to take her boxed up belongings and hit the road.
"Come with me." Sydney pleaded between kisses.
"I can't." Sydney knew that Vaughn felt obligated to stay with the CIA, whether out of devotion to his father's memory, making a difference in the world, or because being a CIA agent was the one true thing that gave his life a purpose.
After Vaughn helped Sydney put all of her luggage into her newly bought SUV, they shared one last hug, embracing the emotions felt throughout their time together. Sydney leaned in to give him one last kiss. He gently smoothed the back of her hair, relishing the silkiness of it. Her eyes once again pleaded with him to come with her. But the look in his eyes told her that he couldn't do it.
"I love you. If you need anything… anything at all, you've got my number." Sydney smiled as she remembered when he said those words in the past. When she was at her lowest point. He was her guardian angel, distance, time, and space couldn't erase that fact.
"I love you too. Goodbye Agent Vaughn." With a light peck on the cheek, she got in her car.
He watched as her car got smaller and smaller in the distance until you could only see the row of houses and the grayness of the street.
Ten years later, an older and wiser version of that man stood outside a house that matched the description of the directions to her house that he had printed out from his computer.
As he was about to take a step to cross the street and ring the doorbell, he saw the kitchen light turn on. A women with medium length brown hair carried a child in her arms and sat her down on the countertop to tend to the wound that the child had gotten on her knee. Vaughn smiled as he saw how Sydney hadn't changed much at all. She still looked as beautiful as she did in his memory.
A man soon followed into the kitchen as he placed a soft kiss atop the child's head and then bent down to kiss her knee. The child giggled after Sydney placed the bandage on the wounded area, and then jumped off the counter and playfully ran into another room. He watched as the man slid his arm around Sydney's small waist and proceeded to kiss her.
It was then when Sydney had her arms wrapped around the gentleman's neck that Vaughn saw the sparkling of a diamond ring on her finger. His heart broke into a million pieces as all of his hopes came crashing to the ground. Although he prepped himself on his flight to New England that she might be married and might have children, his heart still hopes for a chance to rekindle what they had shared all that time ago. That he would ring the doorbell and Sydney would hug him, and tell him that she had been waiting for him. That she was always waiting for him and there was no other guy for her but him.
He was happy though. She had found someone to love and live her life with. After all that she had gone through during her life in L.A, he couldn't help but feel proud of her. Proud that she made it through the darkness and had found the happiness that life can offer. He knew that she was happy, and he was content knowing that.
The photograph of the two of them at Sydney's goodbye party slowly slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground as Vaughn suddenly realized he didn't belong here anymore. He didn't have a place in Sydney's life.
Sydney stopped kissing her husband when she felt a strange feeling come over her. She looked out the window only to see the shadow of a man walking away.
She walked outside, her daughter skipping behind her, following. She looked down the street, but only saw the darkness of the shadows that the trees had cast on the street and walkways.
In the distance she heard a car engine start up and the sound of the tires as the vehicle sped away.
"Mommy, it's you!!"
Sydney walked over to where her daughter was standing, on the sidewalk across the street from their house. She took the picture from her daughter's hand. Tears started brimming around her eyes as she quickly wiped them away, so her daughter wouldn't see.
"Mommy, who is the man in the picture with you?"
Sydney hesitated as she saw the curiosity that lay in her daughter's eyes. She had the same blue eyes as her father, and the same dimple in her chin. "Mikeighla, that's your father."
The End!!
Please, let me know what you think!!