Looking once more at the address on the sheet of paper, Sydney realized she
did indeed have the right house. She had taken Vaughn's personal file and
photocopied the page that listed his address.
"And this is my house?" Vaughn asked, apparently not remembering any of it.
Sydney nodded her head. "Apparently." Sydney had left her car at her father's house and had taken Vaughn's car that Jack had sent over to the hospital for her. She pulled the key out of the ignition and both of them opened their doors. "I'm going to grab your bag and my stuff, here's the key you can go on in."
"I can carry the stuff." He protested
She popped open the trunk. "Really, it's no big deal, this is nothing. Go inside."
"Sydney, I have amnesia, I'm not paralyzed. I can bring in my own things." He was beginning to get annoyed at being treated like a baby.
"Vaughn, go inside."
"Ok, we're going to need to set some rules here."
"Damn straight we are. First things first, I'm you're caretaker for the next week. So, accept it."
"Don't quit your day job." He spat back.
Sydney looked at him sternly. "Believe me, I couldn't even if I wanted too. You want to carry this stuff in so badly, be my guest." She dropped the luggage, bags, and medical information she was holding all to the pavement and walked coldly past him.
Before Sydney was worried about controlling her sexual impulses around Vaughn, now she was just trying to control her urge to kick his ass. "He's such a jerk." She muttered as she searched through Vaughn's key chain to figure out which key unlocked the door.
"Success!" She sighed triumphantly as she found the correct key. Vaughn trailed right behind her, effortlessly carrying in the stuff.
"Bags for malady." He quipped.
"I'm going to check out the place, you have quite a big house for one guy who spends most of his time at his office."
"I have a life also you know.I think." Vaughn's try at a joke brought a smile to Sydney's lips and the spat outside was easily forgotten.
Vaughn trailed Sydney around the house as she pointed out the obvious rooms, such as the laundry room, bathrooms, TV room, company room, etc. "This is without a doubt your room."
"You know, this could very well be a guest room." Vaughn said, looking around at the framed autographed picture of some hockey player, a hockey stick leaning against one wall, and across the room a basketball was placed in the corner. He had a few t-shirts strewn on the hardwood flooring. "Ok, so maybe it is my room."
This wasn't exactly how Sydney had pictured his room in her fantasies. Course in those, she wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings, just the feel of his hot kisses trailing her body and the feel of his sweaty skin against hers. Sydney shook her head and scattered those thoughts away, worried that soon she would be needing a very cold shower. A shower that Vaughn used daily, washing his wet naked body. 'oh not good' Sydney chided herself at her juvenile thoughts.
Sydney moved out into the hallway and opened the closed door that was directly across from Vaughn's room. "Excellent." She exclaimed. A nice, clean spare bedroom that had a bed completed with bed linens and everything. Course it was a little less inviting than Vaughn's room since the bed here was smaller than his, his bed looked softer and more comfy. But then again, Sydney passed it off as the fact that Vaughn actually slept in that bed, thus giving it all the appeal.
"Sydney!"
"Wh-huh?" Vaughn's words darted Sydney out of her thoughts.
"You were just a million miles away from here."
"Oh, sorry about that" She blushed.
Sydney then followed around Vaughn, hoping that him going around would spark a memory of some sort within him. "Anything coming to you?"
He looked at the photographs on the mantle in the living room. "Nothing. I feel like a ghost. Like I can look at all these pictures of myself but it's not me. I'm not that guy anymore, I'm something different. As if my brain and my heart have just completely disconnected and I can't remember anything about myself." He paused a moment. "And then there's you. I don't know you, but I feel connected to you. When I'm around you, I feel different, I can't put my finger on it. You said we have never been romantically involved but it doesn't feel that way. Maybe I'm just going crazy." He ran a hand through his hair.
Smiling with tears in her eyes she took his hand in hers. "No Vaughn, you're not crazy. You are far from crazy. You're one of the most brilliant men I've ever known. But you are right about us. Come on, I want to show you something." She took his hand and dragged him out the door, vaguely hearing his soft "where are we going?" inquiries.
"And this is my house?" Vaughn asked, apparently not remembering any of it.
Sydney nodded her head. "Apparently." Sydney had left her car at her father's house and had taken Vaughn's car that Jack had sent over to the hospital for her. She pulled the key out of the ignition and both of them opened their doors. "I'm going to grab your bag and my stuff, here's the key you can go on in."
"I can carry the stuff." He protested
She popped open the trunk. "Really, it's no big deal, this is nothing. Go inside."
"Sydney, I have amnesia, I'm not paralyzed. I can bring in my own things." He was beginning to get annoyed at being treated like a baby.
"Vaughn, go inside."
"Ok, we're going to need to set some rules here."
"Damn straight we are. First things first, I'm you're caretaker for the next week. So, accept it."
"Don't quit your day job." He spat back.
Sydney looked at him sternly. "Believe me, I couldn't even if I wanted too. You want to carry this stuff in so badly, be my guest." She dropped the luggage, bags, and medical information she was holding all to the pavement and walked coldly past him.
Before Sydney was worried about controlling her sexual impulses around Vaughn, now she was just trying to control her urge to kick his ass. "He's such a jerk." She muttered as she searched through Vaughn's key chain to figure out which key unlocked the door.
"Success!" She sighed triumphantly as she found the correct key. Vaughn trailed right behind her, effortlessly carrying in the stuff.
"Bags for malady." He quipped.
"I'm going to check out the place, you have quite a big house for one guy who spends most of his time at his office."
"I have a life also you know.I think." Vaughn's try at a joke brought a smile to Sydney's lips and the spat outside was easily forgotten.
Vaughn trailed Sydney around the house as she pointed out the obvious rooms, such as the laundry room, bathrooms, TV room, company room, etc. "This is without a doubt your room."
"You know, this could very well be a guest room." Vaughn said, looking around at the framed autographed picture of some hockey player, a hockey stick leaning against one wall, and across the room a basketball was placed in the corner. He had a few t-shirts strewn on the hardwood flooring. "Ok, so maybe it is my room."
This wasn't exactly how Sydney had pictured his room in her fantasies. Course in those, she wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings, just the feel of his hot kisses trailing her body and the feel of his sweaty skin against hers. Sydney shook her head and scattered those thoughts away, worried that soon she would be needing a very cold shower. A shower that Vaughn used daily, washing his wet naked body. 'oh not good' Sydney chided herself at her juvenile thoughts.
Sydney moved out into the hallway and opened the closed door that was directly across from Vaughn's room. "Excellent." She exclaimed. A nice, clean spare bedroom that had a bed completed with bed linens and everything. Course it was a little less inviting than Vaughn's room since the bed here was smaller than his, his bed looked softer and more comfy. But then again, Sydney passed it off as the fact that Vaughn actually slept in that bed, thus giving it all the appeal.
"Sydney!"
"Wh-huh?" Vaughn's words darted Sydney out of her thoughts.
"You were just a million miles away from here."
"Oh, sorry about that" She blushed.
Sydney then followed around Vaughn, hoping that him going around would spark a memory of some sort within him. "Anything coming to you?"
He looked at the photographs on the mantle in the living room. "Nothing. I feel like a ghost. Like I can look at all these pictures of myself but it's not me. I'm not that guy anymore, I'm something different. As if my brain and my heart have just completely disconnected and I can't remember anything about myself." He paused a moment. "And then there's you. I don't know you, but I feel connected to you. When I'm around you, I feel different, I can't put my finger on it. You said we have never been romantically involved but it doesn't feel that way. Maybe I'm just going crazy." He ran a hand through his hair.
Smiling with tears in her eyes she took his hand in hers. "No Vaughn, you're not crazy. You are far from crazy. You're one of the most brilliant men I've ever known. But you are right about us. Come on, I want to show you something." She took his hand and dragged him out the door, vaguely hearing his soft "where are we going?" inquiries.