I know I went for the sappy, shippy ending, but I alway believed Nigel
and Sydney should be together.
Please feel free to R and R
Three weeks later
Sydney was finishing up some work in the office. She'd sent Claudia home early. Things around the office had been slow for the past few weeks. Both she and Claudia were acutely aware of how empty the office felt without Nigel.
After what had happened to him because of Richarde, Nigel had requested a leave of absence. He needed time to think about things, to come to terms with what had happened to him. He had gone back to London and was staying at his family's home. Nigel's brother, Preston, had called to let her know that he had arrived safely. That was the last she'd heard.
Sydney locked her office door and couldn't help but stare at Nigel's empty desk. She missed him terribly and wanted nothing more than to see his smiling face walk through the door. When she got home, she turned the radio on and sat curled up on her sofa with her thoughts. She had defeated Richarde, but had he still won?
Sydney remembered the time she had been looking for Attila's sword and the conversation she had with Fox Mulder. He had told her it had taken him and Scully seven years to figure out that their differences didn't matter. They'd started out as friends and co-workers, and now they were together and had a beautiful son. Sydney had asked him if he believed in fate, and if some people were meant to be in their lives.
Was Nigel her fate. Had everything they had been through together over the years been God's road signs?
She loved him, and since he had been gone she felt like half of herself was missing. For the first time in her life, she completely understood what her father had told her about her mother. Sydney's mom had been his soul mate, and even though their time together had been short, he'd cherished every second of it and wouldn't trade it for the world.
Sydney still wanted to go after him, but she couldn't. She knew that this was something Nigel had to do on his own. As she sat listening to the music, a new song started to play, one by Phil Collins that she hadn't heard in years. As she listened now, she thought how closely the lyric mirrored her life.
How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave with out a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me,
when all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, ooh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've got to take.
The desire to catch the first flight to London was overwhelming, and as she contemplated doing just that, she heard a knock at her door. Sydney looked through the peep hole and saw the answer to all of her questions. She opened the door, and standing before her was the biggest sign she could ever receive, and that sign was Nigel.
"Hi, I ......"
Before Nigel could say another word, Sydney pulled him inside and threw her arms around him, tears freely flowing. She held him tight, never wanting to let him go. As she pulled back and looked at his face, she could see the difference in him. Instead of letting the experience destroy him, it had made him stronger.
"Sorry I didn't call," he said as he wiped away some of her tears
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You're back now and that all that matters." When he didn't reply right away, her joy quickly faded. "You are back, aren't you?"
"Yes. I knew that if I let what happened control my life, I'd be letting Richarde win, and that's something I don't intend to do." Nigel looked at Sydney, not sure of what else to say. There was so much he wanted to talk to her about. He wanted desperately to ask her if she had really said she loved him, or if it was his mind still playing tricks..
Sydney knew Nigel well enough to know what he was thinking, what question he wanted to ask. She reached up and slowly ran her hand through his hair as she pulled him into a kiss.
Nigel's eyes were wide with surprise, and a strange thought went through his head. What if this was a dream? He felt Sydney deepen the kiss at the same time she reached behind him and gave the door a light push to close it. Putting that thought out of his mind, he closed his eyes and gave into the kiss.
Nigel awoke. He felt something move across his chest, and for a split second he felt scared of what he might see. Then he looked at Sydney. Even in the dark she was beautiful. She had snuggled up against him, her arm draped across his chest. He loved her more than life itself, and he knew it had been her love for him that had saved him, brought him back from his nightmare. He wondered if Richarde was turning over in his grave. The man had intended to destroy them, but all he had done was make them stronger, making them finally admit want they truly wanted.
Nigel held Sydney in his arms. He reached over and gave her a light kiss on her forehead. He chuckled when he heard her soft moan of protest as she snuggled even closer to him. As he closed his eyes to go back to sleep, Nigel knew this was were he belonged. He knew he was home.
***THE END***
Three weeks later
Sydney was finishing up some work in the office. She'd sent Claudia home early. Things around the office had been slow for the past few weeks. Both she and Claudia were acutely aware of how empty the office felt without Nigel.
After what had happened to him because of Richarde, Nigel had requested a leave of absence. He needed time to think about things, to come to terms with what had happened to him. He had gone back to London and was staying at his family's home. Nigel's brother, Preston, had called to let her know that he had arrived safely. That was the last she'd heard.
Sydney locked her office door and couldn't help but stare at Nigel's empty desk. She missed him terribly and wanted nothing more than to see his smiling face walk through the door. When she got home, she turned the radio on and sat curled up on her sofa with her thoughts. She had defeated Richarde, but had he still won?
Sydney remembered the time she had been looking for Attila's sword and the conversation she had with Fox Mulder. He had told her it had taken him and Scully seven years to figure out that their differences didn't matter. They'd started out as friends and co-workers, and now they were together and had a beautiful son. Sydney had asked him if he believed in fate, and if some people were meant to be in their lives.
Was Nigel her fate. Had everything they had been through together over the years been God's road signs?
She loved him, and since he had been gone she felt like half of herself was missing. For the first time in her life, she completely understood what her father had told her about her mother. Sydney's mom had been his soul mate, and even though their time together had been short, he'd cherished every second of it and wouldn't trade it for the world.
Sydney still wanted to go after him, but she couldn't. She knew that this was something Nigel had to do on his own. As she sat listening to the music, a new song started to play, one by Phil Collins that she hadn't heard in years. As she listened now, she thought how closely the lyric mirrored her life.
How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave with out a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me,
when all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, ooh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've got to take.
The desire to catch the first flight to London was overwhelming, and as she contemplated doing just that, she heard a knock at her door. Sydney looked through the peep hole and saw the answer to all of her questions. She opened the door, and standing before her was the biggest sign she could ever receive, and that sign was Nigel.
"Hi, I ......"
Before Nigel could say another word, Sydney pulled him inside and threw her arms around him, tears freely flowing. She held him tight, never wanting to let him go. As she pulled back and looked at his face, she could see the difference in him. Instead of letting the experience destroy him, it had made him stronger.
"Sorry I didn't call," he said as he wiped away some of her tears
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You're back now and that all that matters." When he didn't reply right away, her joy quickly faded. "You are back, aren't you?"
"Yes. I knew that if I let what happened control my life, I'd be letting Richarde win, and that's something I don't intend to do." Nigel looked at Sydney, not sure of what else to say. There was so much he wanted to talk to her about. He wanted desperately to ask her if she had really said she loved him, or if it was his mind still playing tricks..
Sydney knew Nigel well enough to know what he was thinking, what question he wanted to ask. She reached up and slowly ran her hand through his hair as she pulled him into a kiss.
Nigel's eyes were wide with surprise, and a strange thought went through his head. What if this was a dream? He felt Sydney deepen the kiss at the same time she reached behind him and gave the door a light push to close it. Putting that thought out of his mind, he closed his eyes and gave into the kiss.
Nigel awoke. He felt something move across his chest, and for a split second he felt scared of what he might see. Then he looked at Sydney. Even in the dark she was beautiful. She had snuggled up against him, her arm draped across his chest. He loved her more than life itself, and he knew it had been her love for him that had saved him, brought him back from his nightmare. He wondered if Richarde was turning over in his grave. The man had intended to destroy them, but all he had done was make them stronger, making them finally admit want they truly wanted.
Nigel held Sydney in his arms. He reached over and gave her a light kiss on her forehead. He chuckled when he heard her soft moan of protest as she snuggled even closer to him. As he closed his eyes to go back to sleep, Nigel knew this was were he belonged. He knew he was home.
***THE END***