Title: Apology
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, though I wouldn't mind owning Vaughn;) Don't sue me(
Rating: PG:13
Spoliers: None
R/R: please!
Sydney wrapped her arms around herself as she looked out at the peaceful ocean. She had given into her tears a while ago. She could fix her makeup later. The wind blew against her gently, enough to make her dress billow in it.
Vaughn had a terrible feeling in his gut. He knew something had to be wrong. He looked out his window and saw Sydney standing on the beach. Every superstition he had went away, and although he could only see her from behind, he knew that whatever was wrong had to do with her. He hurried down the stairs and out back, ignoring and waving off the tons of people asking him questions about this and that. He walked out to the beach where she was, stopping a few feet behind her.
"Sydney?"
She barely turned her head, looking down. She didn't say anything. He walked over to her and stood in front of her, she had clear streams of tears running down her cheeks. He cautiously put his hands on her upper arms.
"What's wrong?"
She looked up at him, unable to control herself from beginning to cry again. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry. After a minute, she pulled away from him just slightly, wiping off where there was a puddle of tears on his white shirt. She carefully wiped beneath her eyes, careful not to further ruin her makeup.
"Sydney, sweetie, please tell me." His crystal blue eyes were full of concern and compassion.
She took in a deep, ragged breath and looked him in the eyes. "Michael…I am not going to beat around the bush or anything…my…my mother showed up today. She walked into my room." She looked at him, he looked at her in disbelief.
"H…how is that possible?"
She shook her head, still not really believing it herself.
"She said…she faked her death…it was all a lie…again. She, she…I don't even know anymore. She said that she had to do it, so the KGB would leave her alone…leave me and my father alone, that she wanted nothing more to do with them, and how hard it was to leave us, and I mean, she went on and on…" she took a breath. "And yet…the fact remains, no matter what her reason or how sorry she is…she killed innocent people…" her bottom lip trembled as she fought tears. "…she killed your father."
Vaughn was shocked, he held Sydney in his arms tightly.
"Sydney, I…I don't know what to say. I honestly don't. In one way, I don't want to believe it…but…maybe, her being here can…can give you some closure," he shook his head. "I don't even know what I am saying." He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. He looked at her, and he realized he hadn't said anything about how beautiful she looked. He gave her a kind smile. "Sydney…this may not be the best time…but you look beautiful…absolutely gorgeous."
She couldn't help but smile at him.
"Thank you." Her eyes drifted from his face to focus behind him. He turned to follow her gaze, to her mother. He instinctively took her hand in his own and stood a small ways in front of her.
"So you are Michael?"
He nodded, his jaw clenched tightly. He squeezed Sydney's hand. Laura looked from him to Sydney then back again.
"Michael…Vaughn?"
He nodded again. She bowed her head. Sydney stepped toward Vaughn, putting her free hand on his shoulder.
"May I…offer you my…my sincere apologies." She said solemnly.
Vaughn didn't think before he spoke.
"You can offer them." He said coolly.
Laura nodded slightly, not knowing what to say.
Sydney spoke up. "What is it…that you want?" she looked her mother in the eyes, it was like looking at an older version of herself.
Her mother looked at her, then to Vaughn. Her eyes returned to her daughter's face. "Forgiveness. That's all I wanted. To have forgiveness for a mistake…for many HUGE mistakes…that I…I knew were wrong." She looked at them, a tear running down her face. "I am…so sorry." She turned and walked away.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, though I wouldn't mind owning Vaughn;) Don't sue me(
Rating: PG:13
Spoliers: None
R/R: please!
Sydney wrapped her arms around herself as she looked out at the peaceful ocean. She had given into her tears a while ago. She could fix her makeup later. The wind blew against her gently, enough to make her dress billow in it.
Vaughn had a terrible feeling in his gut. He knew something had to be wrong. He looked out his window and saw Sydney standing on the beach. Every superstition he had went away, and although he could only see her from behind, he knew that whatever was wrong had to do with her. He hurried down the stairs and out back, ignoring and waving off the tons of people asking him questions about this and that. He walked out to the beach where she was, stopping a few feet behind her.
"Sydney?"
She barely turned her head, looking down. She didn't say anything. He walked over to her and stood in front of her, she had clear streams of tears running down her cheeks. He cautiously put his hands on her upper arms.
"What's wrong?"
She looked up at him, unable to control herself from beginning to cry again. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry. After a minute, she pulled away from him just slightly, wiping off where there was a puddle of tears on his white shirt. She carefully wiped beneath her eyes, careful not to further ruin her makeup.
"Sydney, sweetie, please tell me." His crystal blue eyes were full of concern and compassion.
She took in a deep, ragged breath and looked him in the eyes. "Michael…I am not going to beat around the bush or anything…my…my mother showed up today. She walked into my room." She looked at him, he looked at her in disbelief.
"H…how is that possible?"
She shook her head, still not really believing it herself.
"She said…she faked her death…it was all a lie…again. She, she…I don't even know anymore. She said that she had to do it, so the KGB would leave her alone…leave me and my father alone, that she wanted nothing more to do with them, and how hard it was to leave us, and I mean, she went on and on…" she took a breath. "And yet…the fact remains, no matter what her reason or how sorry she is…she killed innocent people…" her bottom lip trembled as she fought tears. "…she killed your father."
Vaughn was shocked, he held Sydney in his arms tightly.
"Sydney, I…I don't know what to say. I honestly don't. In one way, I don't want to believe it…but…maybe, her being here can…can give you some closure," he shook his head. "I don't even know what I am saying." He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. He looked at her, and he realized he hadn't said anything about how beautiful she looked. He gave her a kind smile. "Sydney…this may not be the best time…but you look beautiful…absolutely gorgeous."
She couldn't help but smile at him.
"Thank you." Her eyes drifted from his face to focus behind him. He turned to follow her gaze, to her mother. He instinctively took her hand in his own and stood a small ways in front of her.
"So you are Michael?"
He nodded, his jaw clenched tightly. He squeezed Sydney's hand. Laura looked from him to Sydney then back again.
"Michael…Vaughn?"
He nodded again. She bowed her head. Sydney stepped toward Vaughn, putting her free hand on his shoulder.
"May I…offer you my…my sincere apologies." She said solemnly.
Vaughn didn't think before he spoke.
"You can offer them." He said coolly.
Laura nodded slightly, not knowing what to say.
Sydney spoke up. "What is it…that you want?" she looked her mother in the eyes, it was like looking at an older version of herself.
Her mother looked at her, then to Vaughn. Her eyes returned to her daughter's face. "Forgiveness. That's all I wanted. To have forgiveness for a mistake…for many HUGE mistakes…that I…I knew were wrong." She looked at them, a tear running down her face. "I am…so sorry." She turned and walked away.