AN: Well, this is going pretty well so far. Thank you for the feedback.
This should be the last part.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but if I did I could think of some interesting things for Vaughn to do.
The same day, in the warehouse
He heard a car door shut, followed by the familiar grating sound of the warehouse door sliding open. He looked up just when she appeared around the corner. "Mission accomplished," she said with a smile and held something out for him. "Here's the real thing, Sloane is in his office admiring your fake."
"Thanks," he said with a preoccupied smile.
"Hey, is something up?" she asked. "You seem a little out of it."
"Yeah I guess you could say that. Why don't you have a seat Sydney, we need to talk." he said seriously.
"Is this about what I told you yesterday Vaughn? Because we really don't need to talk about it anymore, I understand…"
"No, you don't understand Sydney," he cut her off. Shocked, she looked at him waiting for him to continue. "You don't understand because last night I had the strangest dream…" He let his voice trail off, hoping that she would follow his train of thought.
"You had a dream?" she asked. Seeing his nod, she continued slowly. "About us?" Another nod, another guess, spoken even more slowly. "And Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yes, Sydney," he replied softly.
"Tell me about your dream," she requested.
"I really only remember two things. One was a scene of yet another time when I sent you out on a mission, and I started quoting Juliet's speech about how as you leave, it's as though I'm picturing you dead. It's true, every time you leave here I wonder if I'll see you again or if this whole crazy thing is going to fall down around us."
"And the other part you remember?"
"I was reliving the day Cole took over SD-6. This time when I came in after you, you looked at me and asked me how I'd gotten there and why, considering how hard it was to get in and how dangerous it was for me to be caught there."
"I did want to say something like that. I have never been more glad to see anyone in my entire life, but at the same time I was so terrified that you had just killed yourself in a vain attempt to save me. Why did you do it Vaughn?" she questioned intently.
"We'll get to that in a minute. First I want to hear about your dream," he said.
"Mine only had one scene really. I mean, it had more but there was only one really clear moment when it was definitely us and not just Romeo and Juliet. Most of the time it was pretty hazy who was what and where and…"
"Sydney. You're rambling."
"Sorry. Anyway, there was just this one really clear scene, Act 1, scene 5… right at the end, when they each discover who the other is…"
"My only love, sprung from my only hate…"
"Too early seen unknown, and known too late," she finished. "That's always been one of my favorite lines, but it was actually even clearer when you found out. 'Is she a Capulet? O dear account, my life is my foe's debt.' So I asked a question yesterday and you wouldn't answer me. Will you now?"
"You aren't crazy, you aren't the only one who sees this. We are most definitely star crossed, and…"
"Are we lovers Vaughn?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sydney."
"Just answer me Vaughn… Michael…"
Her use of his first name whittled away at his control. "This is dangerous, more than any counter mission I could send you on," he warned feebly.
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee," she said with understanding.
"I don't care what they do to me Sydney, it's what they would do to you that concerns me. Do you understand what this would mean? How much harder it would be to hide the fact that you're a double agent if you got involved with a CIA officer? And I know you wouldn't advertise our relationship to anyone, but SD-6 has a sneaky way of finding out things about you that you don't want them to know."
"I know… our relationship will be far from normal. No dates."
"No phone calls."
"Except from Joey's Pizza—by the way, Francie is ready to kill the phone company.
"I bet. No gifts."
"No anything until we take down SD-6 and can be normal people again. I know Vaughn… but we'd have enough, we'd have each other."
"You're sure then?" he asked tentatively, taking a step toward her.
"I'm sure," she replied confidently, moving closer.
Finally breaking down the walls of propriety and safety that had always separated them, he took her into his arms and gently brushed his lips against hers. His intent (if he really had one) was a short kiss, a brief moment to bind their promises to their hearts. But her quick indrawn breath and the way she leaned into him washed away any reserve he had and he allowed himself to simply feel… no thinking involved. He felt her lips under his, the way her soft hair felt against his hand as he placed it gently at the nape of her neck, the way she grabbed his arms as the kiss intensified. He relished the feeling of her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth, begging entrance. And as he opened his mouth to her, he felt her tongue slip against his in a motion that was at once as sweet as it was provocative.
Gradually, he also felt the burning in his lungs that signaled a need for oxygen. Breaking the kiss, he held her as his ragged breathing mingled with hers. "You need to go, we've been here too long," he whispered in her ear.
"I know," she sighed. Gently she pulled away from his embrace and said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good bye till it be morrow."
Vaughn softly gave the answering lines. "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest." Then a smile and she was gone.
And so Vaughn was left to wonder if what had begun by dreams and now lived only in the half lit hours between dusk and dawn would ever see the light of day or if it would always have a dreamlike quality to it.
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Romeo: Peace, peace Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing!
Mercutio: True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy…
Fin
AN: I forgot to mention that the lines quoted in the prefaces and here at the end are from Act 1, scene 4.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but if I did I could think of some interesting things for Vaughn to do.
The same day, in the warehouse
He heard a car door shut, followed by the familiar grating sound of the warehouse door sliding open. He looked up just when she appeared around the corner. "Mission accomplished," she said with a smile and held something out for him. "Here's the real thing, Sloane is in his office admiring your fake."
"Thanks," he said with a preoccupied smile.
"Hey, is something up?" she asked. "You seem a little out of it."
"Yeah I guess you could say that. Why don't you have a seat Sydney, we need to talk." he said seriously.
"Is this about what I told you yesterday Vaughn? Because we really don't need to talk about it anymore, I understand…"
"No, you don't understand Sydney," he cut her off. Shocked, she looked at him waiting for him to continue. "You don't understand because last night I had the strangest dream…" He let his voice trail off, hoping that she would follow his train of thought.
"You had a dream?" she asked. Seeing his nod, she continued slowly. "About us?" Another nod, another guess, spoken even more slowly. "And Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yes, Sydney," he replied softly.
"Tell me about your dream," she requested.
"I really only remember two things. One was a scene of yet another time when I sent you out on a mission, and I started quoting Juliet's speech about how as you leave, it's as though I'm picturing you dead. It's true, every time you leave here I wonder if I'll see you again or if this whole crazy thing is going to fall down around us."
"And the other part you remember?"
"I was reliving the day Cole took over SD-6. This time when I came in after you, you looked at me and asked me how I'd gotten there and why, considering how hard it was to get in and how dangerous it was for me to be caught there."
"I did want to say something like that. I have never been more glad to see anyone in my entire life, but at the same time I was so terrified that you had just killed yourself in a vain attempt to save me. Why did you do it Vaughn?" she questioned intently.
"We'll get to that in a minute. First I want to hear about your dream," he said.
"Mine only had one scene really. I mean, it had more but there was only one really clear moment when it was definitely us and not just Romeo and Juliet. Most of the time it was pretty hazy who was what and where and…"
"Sydney. You're rambling."
"Sorry. Anyway, there was just this one really clear scene, Act 1, scene 5… right at the end, when they each discover who the other is…"
"My only love, sprung from my only hate…"
"Too early seen unknown, and known too late," she finished. "That's always been one of my favorite lines, but it was actually even clearer when you found out. 'Is she a Capulet? O dear account, my life is my foe's debt.' So I asked a question yesterday and you wouldn't answer me. Will you now?"
"You aren't crazy, you aren't the only one who sees this. We are most definitely star crossed, and…"
"Are we lovers Vaughn?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sydney."
"Just answer me Vaughn… Michael…"
Her use of his first name whittled away at his control. "This is dangerous, more than any counter mission I could send you on," he warned feebly.
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee," she said with understanding.
"I don't care what they do to me Sydney, it's what they would do to you that concerns me. Do you understand what this would mean? How much harder it would be to hide the fact that you're a double agent if you got involved with a CIA officer? And I know you wouldn't advertise our relationship to anyone, but SD-6 has a sneaky way of finding out things about you that you don't want them to know."
"I know… our relationship will be far from normal. No dates."
"No phone calls."
"Except from Joey's Pizza—by the way, Francie is ready to kill the phone company.
"I bet. No gifts."
"No anything until we take down SD-6 and can be normal people again. I know Vaughn… but we'd have enough, we'd have each other."
"You're sure then?" he asked tentatively, taking a step toward her.
"I'm sure," she replied confidently, moving closer.
Finally breaking down the walls of propriety and safety that had always separated them, he took her into his arms and gently brushed his lips against hers. His intent (if he really had one) was a short kiss, a brief moment to bind their promises to their hearts. But her quick indrawn breath and the way she leaned into him washed away any reserve he had and he allowed himself to simply feel… no thinking involved. He felt her lips under his, the way her soft hair felt against his hand as he placed it gently at the nape of her neck, the way she grabbed his arms as the kiss intensified. He relished the feeling of her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth, begging entrance. And as he opened his mouth to her, he felt her tongue slip against his in a motion that was at once as sweet as it was provocative.
Gradually, he also felt the burning in his lungs that signaled a need for oxygen. Breaking the kiss, he held her as his ragged breathing mingled with hers. "You need to go, we've been here too long," he whispered in her ear.
"I know," she sighed. Gently she pulled away from his embrace and said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good bye till it be morrow."
Vaughn softly gave the answering lines. "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest." Then a smile and she was gone.
And so Vaughn was left to wonder if what had begun by dreams and now lived only in the half lit hours between dusk and dawn would ever see the light of day or if it would always have a dreamlike quality to it.
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Romeo: Peace, peace Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing!
Mercutio: True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy…
Fin
AN: I forgot to mention that the lines quoted in the prefaces and here at the end are from Act 1, scene 4.