This is my take on what would have happened if Jack and Weiss hadn't
interrupted.:crazy:
[U] Promise [/U]
Vaughn sat on the desk in the dark warehouse, with only one lone light shining on his figure - waiting.waiting for Sydney to arrive. Waiting for everything to be normal again. Normal.what does that word mean? Normal.as in agent-handler protocol relationship normal, or -
The squeaking of Sydney's sneakers drove him out of his thoughts. He watched as Sydney peered through the metal gates. Was that a look of relief on her face? Must be the lighting. Shadows alter the facial expressions, he told himself.
Not until she stood in front of him, in those wet clothes, did she speak.
"Vaughn." Sydney said softly. "I can't.I - don't you [I]ever[/I] do that to me again! You had me so worried.when I found your coat in the lab." her voice shook with both anger and grief.
"Syd -" Vaughn started, lifting his gaze from the gray cement floor.
"I had to see Barnett.I - she said I was bitter because I wasn't part of the. search team."
"I never had any confidence in psychiatrists anyway," Vaughn said lightly, trying to lighten the mood.
"But you don't understand. What she said was true. It was true. I wanted to go back to Taipei and find you. Even if that meant I had to turn every building upside down, I would."
Vaughn's eyes were now locked on Sydney.
"You had me scared. Really scared. I was more worried than I was.about Will."
Vaughn successfully suppressed a slight smile at that one.
"But it doesn't matter anymore. You're here. I'm here. [I]We're[/I] here. That's all that matters," Vaughn said quietly.
"But it does matter! When I saw you lying on the - the gurney.I really thought.then I saw Kasinau.he was going to cut you open! Then I realized that you weren't dead.you looked dead, but I knew you weren't.and you would not believe -"
"Sydney! Stop! You don't have to -"
"-how relieved I was. I can't tell you how much I worried.who knew? A kick-ass spy.worrying the hell out of herself.people would laugh. But who cares? Let them laugh. It was all my fault Vaughn. All of it. Because of me, you were caught and god knows what they did to you.and because of me, Will's now a druggie - well, to the public anyway.But it was because of me that you went through all of this."
"Sydney - will you listen to me for one minute?" Vaughn cut in firmly.
Sydney's mouth closed and her gaze flitted up to meet his.
"What I'm trying to say is.well, it happened. It's all in the past -"
"But -"
"Hold on. Let me finish. It's not your fault that is happened. None of it is your fault. I guess you could say it was my fault. And it probably is, but Syd, taking the blame is not the way to go. I'm not blaming you, and I'll bet Will isn't blaming you either. You're blaming yourself. Stop it. You can't be held accountable for other people's actions. For me, well, I just didn't run fast enough. And Will, well, he stuck his nose in the business that was not his. But he's a reporter, so you can't blame him either, I suppose.Anyway, what I'm trying to get at, is that nothing that happens to me is your fault. Remember that. And I don't want to see you taking the blame for other people."
Sydney was transfixed on his face the whole time, and now she opened her mouth to speak.
"I can't loose you again Vaughn. I can't go through another day without knowing where you are. Promise you'll never leave me," Sydney pleaded, her eyes looking almost as wet as her clothes.
Vaughn studied Sydney's face for a minute. "What makes you think I'll leave you?"
"Just promise me."
"I promise. I'll never leave you."
[U] Promise [/U]
Vaughn sat on the desk in the dark warehouse, with only one lone light shining on his figure - waiting.waiting for Sydney to arrive. Waiting for everything to be normal again. Normal.what does that word mean? Normal.as in agent-handler protocol relationship normal, or -
The squeaking of Sydney's sneakers drove him out of his thoughts. He watched as Sydney peered through the metal gates. Was that a look of relief on her face? Must be the lighting. Shadows alter the facial expressions, he told himself.
Not until she stood in front of him, in those wet clothes, did she speak.
"Vaughn." Sydney said softly. "I can't.I - don't you [I]ever[/I] do that to me again! You had me so worried.when I found your coat in the lab." her voice shook with both anger and grief.
"Syd -" Vaughn started, lifting his gaze from the gray cement floor.
"I had to see Barnett.I - she said I was bitter because I wasn't part of the. search team."
"I never had any confidence in psychiatrists anyway," Vaughn said lightly, trying to lighten the mood.
"But you don't understand. What she said was true. It was true. I wanted to go back to Taipei and find you. Even if that meant I had to turn every building upside down, I would."
Vaughn's eyes were now locked on Sydney.
"You had me scared. Really scared. I was more worried than I was.about Will."
Vaughn successfully suppressed a slight smile at that one.
"But it doesn't matter anymore. You're here. I'm here. [I]We're[/I] here. That's all that matters," Vaughn said quietly.
"But it does matter! When I saw you lying on the - the gurney.I really thought.then I saw Kasinau.he was going to cut you open! Then I realized that you weren't dead.you looked dead, but I knew you weren't.and you would not believe -"
"Sydney! Stop! You don't have to -"
"-how relieved I was. I can't tell you how much I worried.who knew? A kick-ass spy.worrying the hell out of herself.people would laugh. But who cares? Let them laugh. It was all my fault Vaughn. All of it. Because of me, you were caught and god knows what they did to you.and because of me, Will's now a druggie - well, to the public anyway.But it was because of me that you went through all of this."
"Sydney - will you listen to me for one minute?" Vaughn cut in firmly.
Sydney's mouth closed and her gaze flitted up to meet his.
"What I'm trying to say is.well, it happened. It's all in the past -"
"But -"
"Hold on. Let me finish. It's not your fault that is happened. None of it is your fault. I guess you could say it was my fault. And it probably is, but Syd, taking the blame is not the way to go. I'm not blaming you, and I'll bet Will isn't blaming you either. You're blaming yourself. Stop it. You can't be held accountable for other people's actions. For me, well, I just didn't run fast enough. And Will, well, he stuck his nose in the business that was not his. But he's a reporter, so you can't blame him either, I suppose.Anyway, what I'm trying to get at, is that nothing that happens to me is your fault. Remember that. And I don't want to see you taking the blame for other people."
Sydney was transfixed on his face the whole time, and now she opened her mouth to speak.
"I can't loose you again Vaughn. I can't go through another day without knowing where you are. Promise you'll never leave me," Sydney pleaded, her eyes looking almost as wet as her clothes.
Vaughn studied Sydney's face for a minute. "What makes you think I'll leave you?"
"Just promise me."
"I promise. I'll never leave you."
