A/N - I failed to mention (I am doing that a lot lately) that Sydney is now a English teacher… and since I have no clue what they teach to you in college I have made her a 9th grade teacher.
For the classroom scene I am using my 8th grade English class as an example. I am the quiet one who never speaks… so you might not get a chance to see me.
The radio clock started to play some kind of rock music, which was way to… rocky. Max woke with a start hitting the damn contraption till it shut up, wondering why he wasn't in his room. Looking around he saw all Faith's posters and realized he was in her room.
Remembering his little trip down the hall, he stood up and went over to the desk. He picked up his notebook and opened it, reading what he last wrote. Taking the pen and starting to write he exited the room to go get dressed for school.
"Hey baby." Sydney gave Max a smile as she got her things for work ready. She was finally an English teacher… all that hard work had paid off.
"Hey mom." He didn't look up from his notebook as he walked straight into his room.
Vaughn walked out of his and Sydney's room not taking his eyes off Max. When he finally did he smiled at Sydney. "You should just call in sick. We'll call and say that Max is sick too." He slid his arm around her waist. "You two should be there helping us look…"
"Well, you find something and you call me okay?" He gave her a nod. "Then I will pick up Max and meet you at your office."
"Know what?" He gave a smile.
"No, what?" Sydney continued getting her bag ready.
"Haladki is actually helping us." Sydney spun around and laughed.
"You better get to work or you're going to be late." She pushed him in the direction of the door.
He left without another word.
"Max!" Sydney called as she walked over to her son's room. "Come on, or you're going to be late for school." She opened the door to his room and watched him in silence as put his books in his backpack.
"I'm coming mom." He took a glance at her.
"Max?" Sydney sat on the bed.
"Yeah, mom?" He finished putting his green notebook in the backpack and looked up at her.
"Why don't you ever smile?" She reached out and pushed a strand of his dark brown hair from his eyes.
Max shrugged. He was never really happy enough to give anyone a smile. Yeah, he smirked and gave small smiles, but that was only once in a while.
"You should." Sydney motioned to his backpack. "Now let's go or we'll both be late."
They both headed out and Sydney locked the door behind her.
Faith paced the floor of the safe house. She'd been up five, she went to sleep at two, and it was now eight.
Taking a glance over to Jason she sat on the couch still looking at him. "What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?..." She whispered over and over. She didn't want to leave… As much as her brain told her to get up and run away, get back to her family… she didn't want to hurt him.
Plus, he was kinda cute when he slept. Walking over to him she sat on the edge of the bed. His brown hair fell slightly over his eyes, covering the lids which concealed his gorgeous ocean blue eyes. He was on his side, one hand under the pillow under his head, the other was on the mattress in front of him.
Reaching over she pushed his hair from his eyelids, watching. She wanted to sit there forever… but she didn't want to be sitting there when he woke up. So, she got up, making sure the movement didn't wake him, and sat on the couch again.
Pulling her knees up to her head she rested her chin on them… what the hell am I supposed to do now?
"Ok, who here doesn't know the story of Romeo and Juliet?" Sydney asked her students.
"Whoever doesn't has really been living in a nutshell!"
"Paul!" Sydney smiled. "Not everyone in the world knows the whole story."
"Ok. Fine. Then back to the question." A girl, Kelly, stood up and looked at everyone in the classroom as she spoke. "Who here doesn't know the story of Romeo and Juliet?"
No one raised their hand so Sydney started to hand out the books they'd be reading from.
"Everyone knows the assignment." She nodded to the blackboard where what they were supposed to read was written.
"I don't get it. Who wants to read about two people who kill themselves in the end?" Another boy, Michael spoke up.
"Obviously you don't." Kelly muttered to him. "It's supposed to be a romantic story about two people who'll do anything for each other."
"There is no one really like that in the world so why does it matter?" Peter looked at Sydney.
"There are people like that in the world. And you have no idea how close they are to you." She pointed at him and then gave him a book.
Just then the phone in the room rang.
"Hello?" Sydney picked it up. "Yes… Max?... okay… I'll be right there…" She hung up the phone. "Mrs. Shay will be here in a minute to take over, I have to leave." She started to gather her things as Mrs. Shay entered the room.
"What happened?" The students liked Sydney. They had met her son Max, some of them knew Faith, but Faith is in eleventh grade… they don't usually talk to ninth graders.
"Max is sick. I have to pick him up." The class waved good-bye to her.
"Hey baby." She said as she entered the nurse's office at the elementary school.
"Hi mom." He gave her a smirk and a small wave.
"He doesn't have a fever, but he says he feels like he's going to throw up." The nurse smiled at Sydney. "And you remember the last time he actually did…"
"Yes, I remember." Sydney turned to Max. "Come on sweetie. Let's get you home and in bed." She picked up his backpack and followed him outside.
Jason yawned as he woke up. Last night… oh God… last night. Not a good thought. He looked in front of himself. Faith wasn't there. Sitting up quickly he looked around. Finally his eyes settled on the couch.
Her back was to him, chin resting on her knees. Dressed in the clothes she had been wearing before. Jeans and a t-shirt.
Getting up quietly he put on his jeans, making sure he didn't inform her that he was awake now. He was surprised she hadn't left.
Walking over to the couch he watched as she spun around and looked at him.
"Hey." Jason whispered. God, I want to know what she's thinking.
"Hey." Faith repeated. She put her feet back on the ground and stared up at him, biting her lip.
"You, uh… you shouldn't do that." He pointed to her lip. "Bite too hard and you'll… you'll cut your lip." So, she stopped.
Using one hand she pushed her hair behind her shoulder. As she did that he sat down, not too close, but close enough.
"Why didn't you leave when you had the chance?" He whispered. He didn't know why he was whispering, he just was.
Faith moved closer to him. If he was gonna whisper so was she. "You told me yesterday you didn't want to see anyone get hurt." He nodded at her words. "Well… neither do I."
"If you left… who was going to get hurt?" He waited for her answer… not sure if that was the question he wanted to ask.
Thinking about it she realized that if she had left, the person who would have been hurt the most… is her. "Me." She answered looking at him. They were close now. So close that their legs were touching.
"Guess that makes two of us." He barely got the 'us' out before she kissed him.
Both her hands were on the back of his neck, pushing the kiss deeper. One of his hands was in her hair, the other on her back, caressing it. Then she fell back, pulling him with her.
Vaughn looked at the clock. 1:00. "Have they decided yet?" He flipped the coin he was holding in between his fingers.
Weiss shook his head. "Not that I know of." Then he noticed the coin. "Okay… if you are gonna do the whole coin thing… then I am allowed…" He pulled out his yo-yo. "To do the yo-yo thing." He flipped it fast so it was in sleeping mode.
Vaughn… just looked toward the clock again. 1:01.