Disclaimer #1: I don't own anything, but I am often caught daydreaming that
I do!
Disclaimer #2!!! S/V fans read this!! I am one of you I swear!! But more than that I am a fan of Sydney being happy! And every so often I get this sinking feeling that Vaughn is the one Sydney is meant to be with. Ahhh I can't believe I'm saying this. Seriously I was jumping up and down when they hooked up, but I kinda feel like Vaughn is this love sick puppy following Sydney around, and that she doesn't respect him enough. Sad for both of them, but for some reason I had a nagging urge to explore other possibilities for her. I hate the Sark thing so not him, but someone Sydney has respect for. Someone there is a lot of mystery with, someone ..well just read and find out!! Just forgive me, this is very hard and though I love S and V together and apart, I must explore my imagination!
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"Sydney this is Agent Moore. He'll be accompanying you back to the States." She wasn't really listening to him. She barely acknowledged the presence of the men standing in front of her. She shifted her weight slightly on to her left foot, but remained staring at the floor. Vaughn was too distraught to care anyway. He'd barely been able to force words out of his mouth. But he stood hands fidgeting in his pockets, staring at the same spot on the ground. It took a lot for him to make eye contact with Agent Moore, even. At the present moment he felt incredibly exposed to the world, and some part of him was afraid that anyone looking into his eyes could see right into his very soul. Maybe the guilt was making him feel this way. Maybe it was the fact that Sydney was standing so near. But he glanced at Agent Moore, and away as quickly as he could, afraid that this stranger could see his emotions fully, or even see his thoughts.
However in trying to conceal his emotions Vaughn simply made them that much more obvious to Agent Moore. Though he couldn't read Vaughn's mind, Moore could almost feel his emotions. A mixture of guilt and angst, coupled with an unbelievable anguish, and regret. He could tell just by looking at Agent Vaughn that there was something between him and the recently discovered Agent Bristow. Though he wasn't positive what the pair had, or had had with each other, it was quite obvious that neither could stand being together much longer.
"Agent Bristow if you'll come with me we'll be taking a cab to the airport." His Irish accent caused Sydney to glance up at him. She didn't recognize it but knew it wasn't a Northern accent. It was soft, which made Sydney assume that he had been well educated in the southern part Ireland. He was tall, almost 6'3", at Sydney's estimate. His build was bigger than Vaughn's, and though he was only a few inches taller, Agent Moore held himself with such confidence that he seemed to tower over Vaughn. His light brown hair was cut short, and his blue eyes were intense. His face was not stern, but focused, and when she looked at him his eyes softened slightly. She looked away almost immediately, and nodded. Agent Moore turned to leave, but before Sydney could follow him, Vaughn caught her arm.
"Sydney, I would go with you, but security measures and all. I'll see you in LA." Without a word he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Sydney standing and staring at him as he left.
"Agent Bristow." Moore called in his soft Irish tone. She was still standing and watching Vaughn's departure. Sydney was swiftly pulled back into reality and began to follow Agent Moore.
Once they were at the street corner, Agent Moore hailed a cab and one screeched to a halt in front of them within seconds. He opened the door and helped Sydney in before taking his place next to her. He said something in Chinese to the driver, and the cab pulled away instantly.
Sydney stared out the window to the spot where they had been previously standing. Her mind was still in overdrive trying to evaluate everything that had just occurred. She had been missing for two years. She had no memories, and no recollection of her whereabouts, or actions. So many questions flooded her mind at once that the tears began to flow from her eyes, in much the same fashion. She continued to stare out the window even though she couldn't see anything through the tears. She was constantly trying to force her mind away from Vaughn, and his brief but anguish ridden explanation.
"We thought you were dead. You've been missing for almost two years. Yes, Sydney I'm married...but. It's a long story. Sydney I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you're going through. I do want you to know how happy it makes me to see you again, to know you're really alive."
"Umm.I'm sorry we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Hayden Moore." Agent Moore tore her from her reverie, which Sydney was incredibly grateful for. As she turned from the widow she wiped the tears from her eyes. When she finally focused, she saw Agent Moore smiling a sort of sympathetic smile, and holding outstretched hand toward her. She took his hand tentatively and shook it. His grip was strong and focused. She smiled a little as another tear escaped her eye.
"It's nice to meet you Hayden Moore. I'm Sydney." She said as she let go of his hand and reached to wipe her eyes yet again. She dropped his gaze for a moment before looking back at him. He looked at though he wanted to say more, and breathed in as if to speak, but then looked away from her and let the air out of him lungs slowly.
Sydney was glad that he hadn't decided to speak. She really did not want his pity or sympathy at the moment, and decided to resume looking out the window. The rest of the drive to the airport was silent, save the tone deaf singing of the cab driver in Chinese.
When their cab neared the Airport, Agent Moore handed Sydney an envelope, but didn't say a word. The small package contained a passport for a one "Leslie Carmichael," and a wad of both American and Chinese money. She pocketed both items and looked to Agent Moore, who nodded. He then reached out his hand and gave her a small golden band. "Here honey." He said as he dropped it into her hand. His Irish accent had vanished and he smiled innocently at her. All traces of sympathy or deliberateness were gone, and what was left seemed to be the happy-go-lucky eyes of a tourist. Sydney stared down at the ring in front of her and sighed as she slipped it onto her left ring finger. As the cab came to a halt, Sydney found herself wishing that the ring on Vaughn's finger was a pretense, just as hers was.
Disclaimer #2!!! S/V fans read this!! I am one of you I swear!! But more than that I am a fan of Sydney being happy! And every so often I get this sinking feeling that Vaughn is the one Sydney is meant to be with. Ahhh I can't believe I'm saying this. Seriously I was jumping up and down when they hooked up, but I kinda feel like Vaughn is this love sick puppy following Sydney around, and that she doesn't respect him enough. Sad for both of them, but for some reason I had a nagging urge to explore other possibilities for her. I hate the Sark thing so not him, but someone Sydney has respect for. Someone there is a lot of mystery with, someone ..well just read and find out!! Just forgive me, this is very hard and though I love S and V together and apart, I must explore my imagination!
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"Sydney this is Agent Moore. He'll be accompanying you back to the States." She wasn't really listening to him. She barely acknowledged the presence of the men standing in front of her. She shifted her weight slightly on to her left foot, but remained staring at the floor. Vaughn was too distraught to care anyway. He'd barely been able to force words out of his mouth. But he stood hands fidgeting in his pockets, staring at the same spot on the ground. It took a lot for him to make eye contact with Agent Moore, even. At the present moment he felt incredibly exposed to the world, and some part of him was afraid that anyone looking into his eyes could see right into his very soul. Maybe the guilt was making him feel this way. Maybe it was the fact that Sydney was standing so near. But he glanced at Agent Moore, and away as quickly as he could, afraid that this stranger could see his emotions fully, or even see his thoughts.
However in trying to conceal his emotions Vaughn simply made them that much more obvious to Agent Moore. Though he couldn't read Vaughn's mind, Moore could almost feel his emotions. A mixture of guilt and angst, coupled with an unbelievable anguish, and regret. He could tell just by looking at Agent Vaughn that there was something between him and the recently discovered Agent Bristow. Though he wasn't positive what the pair had, or had had with each other, it was quite obvious that neither could stand being together much longer.
"Agent Bristow if you'll come with me we'll be taking a cab to the airport." His Irish accent caused Sydney to glance up at him. She didn't recognize it but knew it wasn't a Northern accent. It was soft, which made Sydney assume that he had been well educated in the southern part Ireland. He was tall, almost 6'3", at Sydney's estimate. His build was bigger than Vaughn's, and though he was only a few inches taller, Agent Moore held himself with such confidence that he seemed to tower over Vaughn. His light brown hair was cut short, and his blue eyes were intense. His face was not stern, but focused, and when she looked at him his eyes softened slightly. She looked away almost immediately, and nodded. Agent Moore turned to leave, but before Sydney could follow him, Vaughn caught her arm.
"Sydney, I would go with you, but security measures and all. I'll see you in LA." Without a word he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Sydney standing and staring at him as he left.
"Agent Bristow." Moore called in his soft Irish tone. She was still standing and watching Vaughn's departure. Sydney was swiftly pulled back into reality and began to follow Agent Moore.
Once they were at the street corner, Agent Moore hailed a cab and one screeched to a halt in front of them within seconds. He opened the door and helped Sydney in before taking his place next to her. He said something in Chinese to the driver, and the cab pulled away instantly.
Sydney stared out the window to the spot where they had been previously standing. Her mind was still in overdrive trying to evaluate everything that had just occurred. She had been missing for two years. She had no memories, and no recollection of her whereabouts, or actions. So many questions flooded her mind at once that the tears began to flow from her eyes, in much the same fashion. She continued to stare out the window even though she couldn't see anything through the tears. She was constantly trying to force her mind away from Vaughn, and his brief but anguish ridden explanation.
"We thought you were dead. You've been missing for almost two years. Yes, Sydney I'm married...but. It's a long story. Sydney I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you're going through. I do want you to know how happy it makes me to see you again, to know you're really alive."
"Umm.I'm sorry we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Hayden Moore." Agent Moore tore her from her reverie, which Sydney was incredibly grateful for. As she turned from the widow she wiped the tears from her eyes. When she finally focused, she saw Agent Moore smiling a sort of sympathetic smile, and holding outstretched hand toward her. She took his hand tentatively and shook it. His grip was strong and focused. She smiled a little as another tear escaped her eye.
"It's nice to meet you Hayden Moore. I'm Sydney." She said as she let go of his hand and reached to wipe her eyes yet again. She dropped his gaze for a moment before looking back at him. He looked at though he wanted to say more, and breathed in as if to speak, but then looked away from her and let the air out of him lungs slowly.
Sydney was glad that he hadn't decided to speak. She really did not want his pity or sympathy at the moment, and decided to resume looking out the window. The rest of the drive to the airport was silent, save the tone deaf singing of the cab driver in Chinese.
When their cab neared the Airport, Agent Moore handed Sydney an envelope, but didn't say a word. The small package contained a passport for a one "Leslie Carmichael," and a wad of both American and Chinese money. She pocketed both items and looked to Agent Moore, who nodded. He then reached out his hand and gave her a small golden band. "Here honey." He said as he dropped it into her hand. His Irish accent had vanished and he smiled innocently at her. All traces of sympathy or deliberateness were gone, and what was left seemed to be the happy-go-lucky eyes of a tourist. Sydney stared down at the ring in front of her and sighed as she slipped it onto her left ring finger. As the cab came to a halt, Sydney found herself wishing that the ring on Vaughn's finger was a pretense, just as hers was.