Fallen chains
By BloodMoth
Disclaimer: I do not own alias or any of the characters affiliated with it. Nor do I own any other registered trade mark mentioned in this fanfiction.
Notes: My name is Becka, and I have not actually seen past the episode where they are taken hostage by the Koreans and he kisses her, and that evil cow is not yet found out dammit! This is just my ideas so no spoilers please cos the US knows the ending!
The rain was pouring down outside the window, the soft sound of the television in the background could be heard, Vaughn was sitting on his big brown leather sofa by himself, looking through the old stuff from Lauren and his wedding, their letters and photographs and books and memories. He felt oddly detached as he rifled through old photo's and anniversary cards, like she was no longer a part of him. Looking out of the window Vaughn could see nothing but black nights sky with the occasional flash of lightning and the gentle roar of distant thunder. The fire was flickering, reflecting it's light off the empty wine glass and plate he had just had his dinner on.
Vaughn suddenly stopped as he came across a different photo, this one was not of Lauren but of Sydney and him when they were at the park, lying on the grass, the photo was obviously taken by one of them by holding the camera away at arms length, she was smiling and he was laughing, her smile was soft and happy and he felt a rush of feeling and emotion, not like these photos of Lauren, he betrayed him and if there was one thing he hated, especially around this job let alone a relationship, it was a liar. Vaughn hung his head and rubbed his head so that his soft brown hair flicked back up with each stroke, What if he had waited? Seen it through? Sydney and he could be here right now, and he would not have to be alone, having lost both the women he had once loved. But she was dead! He could never have suspected she was alive, it was not fair on him to blame himself, under the circumstances, he was right to move on. Thinking back to those nights, when Vaughn lay alone, crying for Sydney, thinking her dead, and she was alive somewhere thinking of him. The irony was not lost on him. Vaughn rose from the carpet and began to put the old photos into boxes to throw out tomorrow, he wanted to keep as little as possible of the woman who betrayed him, he wanted to throw her out of his life. He would be happy if she never saw him again. But he didn't feel that way about Sydney, all he thought about was her, all day and all night. Seeing her at work killed him and he wished that he could move on, but he could not. He cleared the plates away and sat down, turning the volume up slightly he began to watch old re-runs of "friends", their lives seemed so much less complicated now that he had experienced his own dramas revolving around love and heart break. His eyes began to close and he slipped into a dream of Sydney, the way his arms wrapped around her and the way they used to make love, the way they were so good together. He was awoken suddenly by the door bell, a low ding dong, looking over at the clock he saw that the time was about 3:20 AM, frowning he switched the TV off and went to the door, unbolting the chain he pulled the door open to see Sydney, the love of his life, the woman he was just dreaming about, standing soaked through, shivering, at his door step..............
By BloodMoth
Disclaimer: I do not own alias or any of the characters affiliated with it. Nor do I own any other registered trade mark mentioned in this fanfiction.
Notes: My name is Becka, and I have not actually seen past the episode where they are taken hostage by the Koreans and he kisses her, and that evil cow is not yet found out dammit! This is just my ideas so no spoilers please cos the US knows the ending!
The rain was pouring down outside the window, the soft sound of the television in the background could be heard, Vaughn was sitting on his big brown leather sofa by himself, looking through the old stuff from Lauren and his wedding, their letters and photographs and books and memories. He felt oddly detached as he rifled through old photo's and anniversary cards, like she was no longer a part of him. Looking out of the window Vaughn could see nothing but black nights sky with the occasional flash of lightning and the gentle roar of distant thunder. The fire was flickering, reflecting it's light off the empty wine glass and plate he had just had his dinner on.
Vaughn suddenly stopped as he came across a different photo, this one was not of Lauren but of Sydney and him when they were at the park, lying on the grass, the photo was obviously taken by one of them by holding the camera away at arms length, she was smiling and he was laughing, her smile was soft and happy and he felt a rush of feeling and emotion, not like these photos of Lauren, he betrayed him and if there was one thing he hated, especially around this job let alone a relationship, it was a liar. Vaughn hung his head and rubbed his head so that his soft brown hair flicked back up with each stroke, What if he had waited? Seen it through? Sydney and he could be here right now, and he would not have to be alone, having lost both the women he had once loved. But she was dead! He could never have suspected she was alive, it was not fair on him to blame himself, under the circumstances, he was right to move on. Thinking back to those nights, when Vaughn lay alone, crying for Sydney, thinking her dead, and she was alive somewhere thinking of him. The irony was not lost on him. Vaughn rose from the carpet and began to put the old photos into boxes to throw out tomorrow, he wanted to keep as little as possible of the woman who betrayed him, he wanted to throw her out of his life. He would be happy if she never saw him again. But he didn't feel that way about Sydney, all he thought about was her, all day and all night. Seeing her at work killed him and he wished that he could move on, but he could not. He cleared the plates away and sat down, turning the volume up slightly he began to watch old re-runs of "friends", their lives seemed so much less complicated now that he had experienced his own dramas revolving around love and heart break. His eyes began to close and he slipped into a dream of Sydney, the way his arms wrapped around her and the way they used to make love, the way they were so good together. He was awoken suddenly by the door bell, a low ding dong, looking over at the clock he saw that the time was about 3:20 AM, frowning he switched the TV off and went to the door, unbolting the chain he pulled the door open to see Sydney, the love of his life, the woman he was just dreaming about, standing soaked through, shivering, at his door step..............
