While watching the Alias marathon I was struck with an interesting idea; what if Sydney never told Danny about SD-6? Would she ever have met Vaughn? That spawned the beginnings of this, my first fanfic. Read, review, and most of all, enjoy!
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Chapter I: Lilies in the Sun
By: Lulu
The sun peeked out from a curtain of clouds, its heat encompassing each gentle breeze that passed down below. The wind blew softly through the tall blades of green grass, rolling through the sloping hills. The sky was a blunt blue, bright and glowing, its hue mocking their purpose.
He hated doing this. Yet they kept asking him to do it, so often that he went without being asked. He stood straight and tall, as he always had, staring straight through the priest before him. Pools of a pastel green lit his large irises, glowing through the film of sadness that was drawn taut over them. His eyes wandered to the child next to the widower, a small brown-haired girl who peered out blankly at the flag covered casket. The look on her face brought back memories that he had long tried to bury in the back of his mind, feelings that always resurfaced with every casket, every funeral, every orphaned child.
Maybe Alice was right, he thought. Maybe that was why he was so quiet, so reserved, so hidden. At the start of their relationship he had been different. So alive, so romantic and spontaneous. His job had begun to take a toll of his personal life and slowly the passion they once had died. So did their relationship.
Only one thing kept him sane through everything, the one thing Alice had given him as a reminder of sorts of the better days. She might have looked nothing like her mother, yet something about her had Alice written all over it. Maybe it was the way Olivia laughed, or may it was the way her eyes literally bled from pain when she cried. Whatever it was his daughter kept him alive, and for that Vaughn would be forever grateful.
Then it was time for him to play his part. He gave the widower the agency's condolences and knelt before the child, placing a thumb on the tip of her pigtails. She looked up at him with a deep anger and sadness that could break the smallest heart. Damn them, he thought. Damn whoever could take away a child's mother and still sleep at night. He smiled gently at her, using his forefinger and thumb to raise her chin.
"Mister, why isn't my mommy coming home?" The question itself was simple, yet he had not the heart to answer it. Instead he tweaked the time of her nose and swallowed the small lump in his throat.
"Sweetie, you're mommy's an angel now," he replied, smiling softly. She smiled, pressing her lips together in a noticeable effort to keep down the tears. He pulled his hand out from behind his back and handed her a single lily, which her father than instructed her to place atop the mahogany wood. As they walked to the car she held her father's hand tightly, waiting patiently as the door was opened for her. Just before stepping in she twisted around and waved, a small smile plastered on her face.
He placed his own lily onto the casket before him and began the walk to his car. The caravan following the hearse had been long and seemingly endless, yet the walk didn't bother Vaughn. Near a large folded oak a woman stood, running a finger along the top of the headstone. As he opened the door to his car, their eyes met, and she smiled. He grinned back and got in the car, fording the road home.
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The sun was painfully bright, too bright for the way she felt. It had been five years since she lost her husband, five years of living life without her Danny. His laugh, his smile, his eyes, all were still vivid in her memory as if it had been only days since they were last together.
Sydney stood before the headstone, a boutique of Easter lilies held tightly between her fingers. She knelt before the grave and placed them down, resting on her heels. A large lump grew in her throat, tears clouding over her deep brown eyes. She smiled and laughed gently, swallowing and wiping the tears under her eyelashes.
" Hey Danny. I'm back. I can't believe it's already been five years. The kids and I, we're holding our own, but I miss you so much. They miss you. Aidan is looking more and more like you everyday and Charlotte's shooting up. No one believes she's five; she certainly doesn't act like it. Laura has your eyes, so deep and full of meaning." Her voice was caught, and when she opened her mouth to continue sound failed to filter out. She drew in a deep breath and paused before she continued.
"Work is a bitch, as always. The boss finally cut the frequency of my trips because of the kids…." She continued on, plucking little details from a life that he unwillingly left behind. An hour later she stood up and brushed the grass from her knees, her beep jerking her out of the calm reverie she had built herself. She sighed and ran a finger along the top of the tombstone.
She glanced out at the paved road that twisted and turned between the grassy hills of the solemn cemetery, her eyes falling on the form of a tall man getting into his car. It had been a hassle just finding a place to park, as a stone black hearse led a lengthily caravan to a freshly unearthed plot. When she saw the American flag draped over the casket she immediately thought of a veteran or active officer, her mind briefly considering an intelligence agent.
The sight of the man sent a strange chill up her spine, and as their eyes met, she smiled gently. Immediately she was rewarded by a handsome grin before he got into his car and drive down the path. She sighed and began trekking down to the pavement, a warm breeze wrapping around her. Starting the car, she kissed at the air, blowing it towards the grave. I love you Danny, she thought. Save me a lily up there.
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All right now it's your turn….please review!!! I have some of the second chapter waiting…and if I don't get either a review or feedback (good or bad) I'll hold it hostage!