Title: Can't Take it With Me
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'm on update overload! So there are more mistakes than I care to count.
And yes! I'm very much into Tarot reading! That bit I spooled off to you last chapter about "The Devil" card was real. It was a mixture of my interpretation of something more solid that I read… for life of me, I can't remember where. If you find it, tell me!
And I still don't know where I'm going with this! Email me if you have any suggestions! LOL toodle loo…
He didn't know why he agreed to it, but they continued to meet regularly. Not regularly in the sense that they had a pattern, but regularly that they never forgot each other's faces… never lost track of the conversation. Mandy, their wonderful waitress at "Home Style Coffee," was convinced that they had gotten back together ("No! We didn't… really. We still work together…").
He was finally starting to feel whole again. His decision to leave her slowly faded into the background. His life again revolved around this amazing woman.
But still, he couldn't help but feel guilty every time they met. He knew ever single time they got together to eat (him: pecan pie, her: apple pie with vanilla ice cream) and drink (him: straight, black coffee, her: Chai tea) that he was putting their lives in severe danger.
He didn't hesitate to tell her either.
"You know this is wrong, right?" he'd say, interrupting her explanation and feelings of her latest mission. "You know that we're killing our future each time we do this?" She'd just smile and nod, saying, "Yeah… but it's worth it to me. I don't have to wonder anymore."
And he couldn't resist her smile, couldn't resist reaching for her hand across the table and holding it. Couldn't help wanting to kiss her, hold her (love her)… There were times when it was painfully obvious (look down) how much he wanted her, and all he could do was sit back and take what he could get. Which wasn't a lot, but enough to get by on.
One rainy night, he found himself waiting on her one hour before closing. Mandy called to him from the counter: "Syd's a little late, ain't she? Musta' gotten caught in the downpour, poor girl."
As if on cue, she pushed through the door in a flurry of wind, water, and the ringing of that lone bell. "Hey!" she smiled up at both of them. "Sorry I'm late! It's really coming down out there," she apologized, while shaking out her long hair to rid it of some of the water.
Vaughn smiled at how incredible she looked, even though her makeup was streaked and smeared on her face from the falling rain.
//I guess that's what it means to love someone.//
That one stray thought caused him to choke on his coffee, startling both women in the room. Sydney laughed at him before slowly (painstakingly slow) walking towards their booth. "Hey you… Got in before the rain, I see…" she observed while blatantly observing him.
He swallowed visibly.
"Uh, yeah. I needed a good bout of coffee after the mission I had." She slinked into the seat beside him, behavior almost cat-like, to the point where he expected her to purr and nuzzle him. She did neither, simply laying her head on his shoulder, shivering slightly from the dampness of her clothes on her skin. Immediately, his jacket was around her, leaving him clad in a grey Gap sweater.
After a content lifetime in silence, she spoke to him (music to his ears): "Vaughn? What would you say if I told you I loved you?"
Bold. Eager. Passion. Heat.
"I'd be very tempted to tell you the same, Syd. You know how I feel." He felt her nod against him, sighing softly.
"Vaughn?" she asked sleepily.
"Yeah?"
"I'm in love with you."
"I – I… Thank you," he stuttered, wondering if she felt his hesitance (She definitely realized his failure to respond in the same manner).
"You… You don't love me?" she sounded like she was about to cry.
"It's not that I don't… Far from it." He knew he needed to explain himself to her, but he also knew that he never even bothered to explain it to himself. So what he said next? He was informing 2 people for the first time.
"Syd, I… do. Love you, that is. I just… I'm not too sure I want to be telling you that; throwing the words around so carelessly. Every time I see you could be the LAST time I see you. I don't want to start something I can't finish." He paused for a long time after that, but she never ventured a response, so he continued.
"There's nothing I want more in life than to be able to wake up next to you each morning, knowing that we can do it again the next morning. But Sydney, we don't have the luxury of normalcy. Everything we share here? I can't take it with me. I'd love to shout from every mountain top that I love you, but it would get us killed." He kissed her temple. "I don't want you to die because of my love for you." He moved to leave her, but she stopped him.
"No, I think It's MY turn to walk away, Vaughn." She got up, shrugging his jacket to the floor.
"You were right in walking away from me then. Screw what I think. I mean, what I feel couldn't possibly be important! I'm only… I dunno, THE OTHER PERSON INVOLVED IN THIS MESS!" she yelled out sarcastically. She turned on her heels quickly, skidding in the water. Before she knew it, she was falling…
Only to be caught by Vaughn before she hit the floor. "Don't do this, Syd."
"Don't do what? Walk away? What can I say… I learn from the best." With that, she was walking towards the door, barely acknowledging the flustered Mandy who was holding her steaming mug of Chai tea.
"Forget these meetings, Vaughn. I wouldn't wanna die for you, or anything."
And then she was gone.
And he fell apart.
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'm on update overload! So there are more mistakes than I care to count.
And yes! I'm very much into Tarot reading! That bit I spooled off to you last chapter about "The Devil" card was real. It was a mixture of my interpretation of something more solid that I read… for life of me, I can't remember where. If you find it, tell me!
And I still don't know where I'm going with this! Email me if you have any suggestions! LOL toodle loo…
He didn't know why he agreed to it, but they continued to meet regularly. Not regularly in the sense that they had a pattern, but regularly that they never forgot each other's faces… never lost track of the conversation. Mandy, their wonderful waitress at "Home Style Coffee," was convinced that they had gotten back together ("No! We didn't… really. We still work together…").
He was finally starting to feel whole again. His decision to leave her slowly faded into the background. His life again revolved around this amazing woman.
But still, he couldn't help but feel guilty every time they met. He knew ever single time they got together to eat (him: pecan pie, her: apple pie with vanilla ice cream) and drink (him: straight, black coffee, her: Chai tea) that he was putting their lives in severe danger.
He didn't hesitate to tell her either.
"You know this is wrong, right?" he'd say, interrupting her explanation and feelings of her latest mission. "You know that we're killing our future each time we do this?" She'd just smile and nod, saying, "Yeah… but it's worth it to me. I don't have to wonder anymore."
And he couldn't resist her smile, couldn't resist reaching for her hand across the table and holding it. Couldn't help wanting to kiss her, hold her (love her)… There were times when it was painfully obvious (look down) how much he wanted her, and all he could do was sit back and take what he could get. Which wasn't a lot, but enough to get by on.
One rainy night, he found himself waiting on her one hour before closing. Mandy called to him from the counter: "Syd's a little late, ain't she? Musta' gotten caught in the downpour, poor girl."
As if on cue, she pushed through the door in a flurry of wind, water, and the ringing of that lone bell. "Hey!" she smiled up at both of them. "Sorry I'm late! It's really coming down out there," she apologized, while shaking out her long hair to rid it of some of the water.
Vaughn smiled at how incredible she looked, even though her makeup was streaked and smeared on her face from the falling rain.
//I guess that's what it means to love someone.//
That one stray thought caused him to choke on his coffee, startling both women in the room. Sydney laughed at him before slowly (painstakingly slow) walking towards their booth. "Hey you… Got in before the rain, I see…" she observed while blatantly observing him.
He swallowed visibly.
"Uh, yeah. I needed a good bout of coffee after the mission I had." She slinked into the seat beside him, behavior almost cat-like, to the point where he expected her to purr and nuzzle him. She did neither, simply laying her head on his shoulder, shivering slightly from the dampness of her clothes on her skin. Immediately, his jacket was around her, leaving him clad in a grey Gap sweater.
After a content lifetime in silence, she spoke to him (music to his ears): "Vaughn? What would you say if I told you I loved you?"
Bold. Eager. Passion. Heat.
"I'd be very tempted to tell you the same, Syd. You know how I feel." He felt her nod against him, sighing softly.
"Vaughn?" she asked sleepily.
"Yeah?"
"I'm in love with you."
"I – I… Thank you," he stuttered, wondering if she felt his hesitance (She definitely realized his failure to respond in the same manner).
"You… You don't love me?" she sounded like she was about to cry.
"It's not that I don't… Far from it." He knew he needed to explain himself to her, but he also knew that he never even bothered to explain it to himself. So what he said next? He was informing 2 people for the first time.
"Syd, I… do. Love you, that is. I just… I'm not too sure I want to be telling you that; throwing the words around so carelessly. Every time I see you could be the LAST time I see you. I don't want to start something I can't finish." He paused for a long time after that, but she never ventured a response, so he continued.
"There's nothing I want more in life than to be able to wake up next to you each morning, knowing that we can do it again the next morning. But Sydney, we don't have the luxury of normalcy. Everything we share here? I can't take it with me. I'd love to shout from every mountain top that I love you, but it would get us killed." He kissed her temple. "I don't want you to die because of my love for you." He moved to leave her, but she stopped him.
"No, I think It's MY turn to walk away, Vaughn." She got up, shrugging his jacket to the floor.
"You were right in walking away from me then. Screw what I think. I mean, what I feel couldn't possibly be important! I'm only… I dunno, THE OTHER PERSON INVOLVED IN THIS MESS!" she yelled out sarcastically. She turned on her heels quickly, skidding in the water. Before she knew it, she was falling…
Only to be caught by Vaughn before she hit the floor. "Don't do this, Syd."
"Don't do what? Walk away? What can I say… I learn from the best." With that, she was walking towards the door, barely acknowledging the flustered Mandy who was holding her steaming mug of Chai tea.
"Forget these meetings, Vaughn. I wouldn't wanna die for you, or anything."
And then she was gone.
And he fell apart.