Title: It's Not Over
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do? Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? . . . (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
A/N: I had no beta for this part, seeing as how I never got the beta-ed version of part 1 back. I've decided to veto betas for the time being, so all mistakes you see are the result of the wide gaps in my fine tooth comb. Although feel free to point out mistakes. OH. And excuse the jumbled-ness of it all. It's not my usual style. Just something I thought I'd try.
He stood motionless in the camouflage of the darkness and shadows. He stood absolutely still, only chancing movement when breathing and blinking, actions he used sparingly as he stood in her yard, watching her.
He knew he shouldn't be there. He knew that if he were found out, he would be reprimanded immediately. His new superiors knew all of what he had risked for her. They knew, and they let him know that they'd tolerate nothing of the same sort. The people at Inter-Op L.A. were far more strict than they had ever been at Langley and back at regular offices.
But he couldn't help himself. It had been almost a year since that fateful day when he had decided to leave her, almost a year since she had let her lips touch his. He had walked away from her, convinced he was doing what was best for him. For once, his life was about him.
He couldn't say that he regretted his decision, not completely. His new life at the secret branch had provided him with a new beginning. He wasn't "Vaughn, the desk boy" anymore. Upon his arrival, he had put in a request for field training. He was granted permission and sailed through the two-month training program with amazing accuracy and determination. His superiors, although wary at first, had been thoroughly impressed with his progress. He was Inter-Op's golden boy, and damn proud of it.
But even golden boys were human, so he allowed himself the simple pleasure of watching her through the living room window.
He had heard through Weiss that Francie was once again getting engaged. To whom, he wasn't entirely sure. He was positive that Sydney was feeling utterly isolated.
She appeared to be alone tonight, a heavy blanket of sadness shrouding her. He ventured closer, moving stealthily with the wind, only to be stopped dead in his tracks. She was looking out the window. Looking straight at him. Or at least in his general direction. She stared, and he froze.
Both remained motionless, until she finally stood and made her way out the front door and onto the porch. She scanned the lawn somewhat thoroughly, missing him where he stood in the shadows.
Sighing, she sat down on the steps and began to cry. Slow, drawn out sniffles grew to heaving sobs, and his heart broke with hers. He wanted to console her, but he knew he couldn't.
Instead he watched over her until her tears subsided. He watched over her until she picked herself up to head inside once again. He watched over her till she glanced in his direction and smiled.
She knew he was there all along.
She turned abruptly and walked inside again, locking the door securely before walking through her home and turning off all the lights.
He couldn't help but chuckle slightly before turning and walking down the street towards his car. It was nearing midnight, and the faster that time approached, the faster he could leave for his scheduled mission.
He was especially excited about this mission. This was the one that would bring SD-6 down. This was the one that would allow him to… he didn't even dare think of Sydney in that way so close to game time.
It was a solo mission. No backup and going in blind. He was more than capable of pulling it off, and he was more than happy to do the job. His excitement was starting to boil. Smiling, he jumped into his car and flipped on his earpiece.
"Maxwell going in. Observe radio silence until further notice."
Michael Vaughn waited for the confirming, "Copy that," before driving off to his destination: an uncovered and heavily monitored vault containing crippling evidence and information concerning SD-6 and the Alliance.
"This is for you, Syd."
***
20 minutes later found him scouring the side of a building with minimal equipment to avoid detection for as long as possible. He pulled himself higher and farther away from the ground, fighting not to look down or let go. He was beginning to fill up with the adrenaline rush he was experiencing as he closed the distance between himself and the awaiting window that would serve as his entrance.
He forced himself on, even as his arms began to tire and his footing began to slip. He needed this intel more than he wanted to let on.
After almost an hour of hanging off the side of a building, he reached the window, pulling out an alarm disrupter that gave him roughly 5 minutes to get in and out with the copied intel. He did what he needed to do, careful not to set off the numerous booby traps that were sure to be planted in the room. With only seconds to go and no real escape planned, he attached his bungee cord to his belt and hooked it to the window's metal frame before launching himself out of the window.
A few minutes later, he was sprinting to his car yet again, the alarms blaring in the background. It was only as he started out did anyone begin to chase him, but he was good. And he got what he needed.
"HQ, this is Maxwell. Mission accomplished… Call main office in. This could be it."
He was riding a cloud, almost forgetting to check for tails. By the time he reached Inter-Op, he was happily dazed.
He casually dropped off the copied information to the tech guys and made his way to his office slowly. He was so preoccupied with thoughts of his promising future, that he didn't sense the other person in the room.
"Hey Mike."
"Eric!" he cried, startled. Smiling, he enclosed his friend in a hug. "Long time, buddy."
Eric nodded, laughing as well. "I hear field duty's treating you well." He nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "At first, it was just an attempt to keep busy. But it grew on me."
Suddenly, he grew serious. "Who'd you come down with?" Eric Weiss smiled knowingly. "It's only me, Devlin, and Agent Bristow." His demeanor became pristine and calm, but his eyes betrayed him. "Both, actually. They're in the conference room waiting on you and the news." He nodded with a tiny smile lighting his face.
They both headed out of his office towards his old colleagues, when suddenly he caught sight of her and her father exiting the conference room as Eric's cell rang simultaneously. Neither of the Bristows looked particularly happy, but Sydney looked like she had been crying.
Michael cocked his head to the side in confusion, and then turned to look at his friend on the phone. The instant their eyes met, he knew that although his mission was a success, the data he had retrieved was inconclusive. Closing his eyes, he turned to face the woman he saw in his dreams. They're eyes locked.
He could almost hear her from across the room over the din of his workplace, but he could clearly see the words she mouthed. "It's not over, is it…" she stated, more than asked. He shook his head almost inconceivably. "No, it's not over. I'm sorry."
She nodded slightly, a lone tear sliding down her cheek.
And for the second time in a year, he walked away from the woman he loved.
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do? Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? . . . (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
A/N: I had no beta for this part, seeing as how I never got the beta-ed version of part 1 back. I've decided to veto betas for the time being, so all mistakes you see are the result of the wide gaps in my fine tooth comb. Although feel free to point out mistakes. OH. And excuse the jumbled-ness of it all. It's not my usual style. Just something I thought I'd try.
He stood motionless in the camouflage of the darkness and shadows. He stood absolutely still, only chancing movement when breathing and blinking, actions he used sparingly as he stood in her yard, watching her.
He knew he shouldn't be there. He knew that if he were found out, he would be reprimanded immediately. His new superiors knew all of what he had risked for her. They knew, and they let him know that they'd tolerate nothing of the same sort. The people at Inter-Op L.A. were far more strict than they had ever been at Langley and back at regular offices.
But he couldn't help himself. It had been almost a year since that fateful day when he had decided to leave her, almost a year since she had let her lips touch his. He had walked away from her, convinced he was doing what was best for him. For once, his life was about him.
He couldn't say that he regretted his decision, not completely. His new life at the secret branch had provided him with a new beginning. He wasn't "Vaughn, the desk boy" anymore. Upon his arrival, he had put in a request for field training. He was granted permission and sailed through the two-month training program with amazing accuracy and determination. His superiors, although wary at first, had been thoroughly impressed with his progress. He was Inter-Op's golden boy, and damn proud of it.
But even golden boys were human, so he allowed himself the simple pleasure of watching her through the living room window.
He had heard through Weiss that Francie was once again getting engaged. To whom, he wasn't entirely sure. He was positive that Sydney was feeling utterly isolated.
She appeared to be alone tonight, a heavy blanket of sadness shrouding her. He ventured closer, moving stealthily with the wind, only to be stopped dead in his tracks. She was looking out the window. Looking straight at him. Or at least in his general direction. She stared, and he froze.
Both remained motionless, until she finally stood and made her way out the front door and onto the porch. She scanned the lawn somewhat thoroughly, missing him where he stood in the shadows.
Sighing, she sat down on the steps and began to cry. Slow, drawn out sniffles grew to heaving sobs, and his heart broke with hers. He wanted to console her, but he knew he couldn't.
Instead he watched over her until her tears subsided. He watched over her until she picked herself up to head inside once again. He watched over her till she glanced in his direction and smiled.
She knew he was there all along.
She turned abruptly and walked inside again, locking the door securely before walking through her home and turning off all the lights.
He couldn't help but chuckle slightly before turning and walking down the street towards his car. It was nearing midnight, and the faster that time approached, the faster he could leave for his scheduled mission.
He was especially excited about this mission. This was the one that would bring SD-6 down. This was the one that would allow him to… he didn't even dare think of Sydney in that way so close to game time.
It was a solo mission. No backup and going in blind. He was more than capable of pulling it off, and he was more than happy to do the job. His excitement was starting to boil. Smiling, he jumped into his car and flipped on his earpiece.
"Maxwell going in. Observe radio silence until further notice."
Michael Vaughn waited for the confirming, "Copy that," before driving off to his destination: an uncovered and heavily monitored vault containing crippling evidence and information concerning SD-6 and the Alliance.
"This is for you, Syd."
***
20 minutes later found him scouring the side of a building with minimal equipment to avoid detection for as long as possible. He pulled himself higher and farther away from the ground, fighting not to look down or let go. He was beginning to fill up with the adrenaline rush he was experiencing as he closed the distance between himself and the awaiting window that would serve as his entrance.
He forced himself on, even as his arms began to tire and his footing began to slip. He needed this intel more than he wanted to let on.
After almost an hour of hanging off the side of a building, he reached the window, pulling out an alarm disrupter that gave him roughly 5 minutes to get in and out with the copied intel. He did what he needed to do, careful not to set off the numerous booby traps that were sure to be planted in the room. With only seconds to go and no real escape planned, he attached his bungee cord to his belt and hooked it to the window's metal frame before launching himself out of the window.
A few minutes later, he was sprinting to his car yet again, the alarms blaring in the background. It was only as he started out did anyone begin to chase him, but he was good. And he got what he needed.
"HQ, this is Maxwell. Mission accomplished… Call main office in. This could be it."
He was riding a cloud, almost forgetting to check for tails. By the time he reached Inter-Op, he was happily dazed.
He casually dropped off the copied information to the tech guys and made his way to his office slowly. He was so preoccupied with thoughts of his promising future, that he didn't sense the other person in the room.
"Hey Mike."
"Eric!" he cried, startled. Smiling, he enclosed his friend in a hug. "Long time, buddy."
Eric nodded, laughing as well. "I hear field duty's treating you well." He nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "At first, it was just an attempt to keep busy. But it grew on me."
Suddenly, he grew serious. "Who'd you come down with?" Eric Weiss smiled knowingly. "It's only me, Devlin, and Agent Bristow." His demeanor became pristine and calm, but his eyes betrayed him. "Both, actually. They're in the conference room waiting on you and the news." He nodded with a tiny smile lighting his face.
They both headed out of his office towards his old colleagues, when suddenly he caught sight of her and her father exiting the conference room as Eric's cell rang simultaneously. Neither of the Bristows looked particularly happy, but Sydney looked like she had been crying.
Michael cocked his head to the side in confusion, and then turned to look at his friend on the phone. The instant their eyes met, he knew that although his mission was a success, the data he had retrieved was inconclusive. Closing his eyes, he turned to face the woman he saw in his dreams. They're eyes locked.
He could almost hear her from across the room over the din of his workplace, but he could clearly see the words she mouthed. "It's not over, is it…" she stated, more than asked. He shook his head almost inconceivably. "No, it's not over. I'm sorry."
She nodded slightly, a lone tear sliding down her cheek.
And for the second time in a year, he walked away from the woman he loved.