[U] Chapter 12 [/U]
He lifted his hand slowly, and placed it on hers, covering it. She stirred at the movement, but remained asleep.
She looks exhausted, he thought, staring at her. There were visible black circles under her eyes, and her face looked a little thinner than normal, but she was still beautiful.
He tried to sit up, momentarily forgetting his stomach injury, but fell back against the pillows again. He thanked God for letting him see Sydney again, but not being able to move was not part of the plan. Damn.he thought.
His little movement woke Sydney up. Her eyes opened gradually, and the tiredness flew out of her features.
"Vaughn! You're awake! Are you all right? Do you need something?"
"No.sh." he said softly, covering her hand with his again.
Then Sydney began to cry. "I thought you were dead. Why didn't you call? The past few months have been hell for me."
"For me too."
"I met your mother. She's a nice lady.she.she thinks you're dead too."
"My mom?"
Sydney nodded. "Alice was there too, and all your friends."
"Where?"
"Your.your.your funeral."
"My what?"
"Funeral. We all thought you were dead. Weiss, your mother.Alice, me."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"What hospital is this?"
"CIA hospital in LA."
"I'm in LA?"
Sydney nodded.
"What are you doing here? What if SD-6 finds out?" Vaughn replied worriedly.
"I took the week off. After I got the file, I asked Sloane, and he agreed that I needed time for myself."
"I usually don't think on the same line as criminals, but I agree with him," Vaughn said.
Sydney smiled slightly, then jumped up. "I'm such a hogger. Weiss and Erin are outside waiting. I'll get them."
"No! Stay."
Sydney turned back towards Vaughn. "You sure?"
"Never been more sure about anything," Vaughn assured her.
"All right then," she smiled. "Are you sure you're feeling OK?" she asked after seeing him grimace in pain.
"I'm all right," he replied. "Just not used to not being able to move."
"I'm sorry," Sydney blurted suddenly.
"What? For what? Why?" a startled Vaughn responded.
"For shooting you. I'm so sorry! I didn't stop to see who it was. I just shot."
"It's all right Sydney. It's part of the job. I should hae expected it. And if you hadn't, I wouldn't be here right now would I? Back here in LA? So I'm supposed to be thanking you right now."
"No."
"Yes, Syd. Thank you. I've never really liked Spain. My apartment was a piece of crap.and you were all the way in LA. So, yeah, I didn't like it there."
[I]You were all the in LA. So, yeah, I didn't like it there.[/I] Sydney wondered if there was a double meaning to that. Did he really miss her? Or did he just add that for my sake?
He lifted his hand slowly, and placed it on hers, covering it. She stirred at the movement, but remained asleep.
She looks exhausted, he thought, staring at her. There were visible black circles under her eyes, and her face looked a little thinner than normal, but she was still beautiful.
He tried to sit up, momentarily forgetting his stomach injury, but fell back against the pillows again. He thanked God for letting him see Sydney again, but not being able to move was not part of the plan. Damn.he thought.
His little movement woke Sydney up. Her eyes opened gradually, and the tiredness flew out of her features.
"Vaughn! You're awake! Are you all right? Do you need something?"
"No.sh." he said softly, covering her hand with his again.
Then Sydney began to cry. "I thought you were dead. Why didn't you call? The past few months have been hell for me."
"For me too."
"I met your mother. She's a nice lady.she.she thinks you're dead too."
"My mom?"
Sydney nodded. "Alice was there too, and all your friends."
"Where?"
"Your.your.your funeral."
"My what?"
"Funeral. We all thought you were dead. Weiss, your mother.Alice, me."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"What hospital is this?"
"CIA hospital in LA."
"I'm in LA?"
Sydney nodded.
"What are you doing here? What if SD-6 finds out?" Vaughn replied worriedly.
"I took the week off. After I got the file, I asked Sloane, and he agreed that I needed time for myself."
"I usually don't think on the same line as criminals, but I agree with him," Vaughn said.
Sydney smiled slightly, then jumped up. "I'm such a hogger. Weiss and Erin are outside waiting. I'll get them."
"No! Stay."
Sydney turned back towards Vaughn. "You sure?"
"Never been more sure about anything," Vaughn assured her.
"All right then," she smiled. "Are you sure you're feeling OK?" she asked after seeing him grimace in pain.
"I'm all right," he replied. "Just not used to not being able to move."
"I'm sorry," Sydney blurted suddenly.
"What? For what? Why?" a startled Vaughn responded.
"For shooting you. I'm so sorry! I didn't stop to see who it was. I just shot."
"It's all right Sydney. It's part of the job. I should hae expected it. And if you hadn't, I wouldn't be here right now would I? Back here in LA? So I'm supposed to be thanking you right now."
"No."
"Yes, Syd. Thank you. I've never really liked Spain. My apartment was a piece of crap.and you were all the way in LA. So, yeah, I didn't like it there."
[I]You were all the in LA. So, yeah, I didn't like it there.[/I] Sydney wondered if there was a double meaning to that. Did he really miss her? Or did he just add that for my sake?