A/N: I am seriously JAZED! This is the next chapter! It's here!!!
YEAH! Thanks to all who have reviewed my story, it's been really great
going to my email account to find a bunch of reviews! I know the last
chapter was a little short, but this one is longer. I have the wedding
written but I'm not sure I like it. Ok that's a lie. I HATE IT. So I am in
the works of re-writing it and seeing where I want this story to go. Any
ideas from you all are greatly appreciated. I have a plot laid out as far
as the big bad that's going to happen but I can't seem to get there. I NEED
INSIRATION . . . Then again I haven't seen ALIAS in like 2 weeks and so I
am in a withdrawal . . . I'm sure come Monday I will have ideas FLYING! I
own nothing as always and I love reviews so keep um coming! - Secret Agent
Girl
CHAPTER 3 - YOU ARE NO ONE TO ME
He wanted to scream. He wanted to kick and shout and throw anything and every thing he could get his hands on. He wanted to get into his car and drive down to her jail cell and destroy her.
She stood, in silence, shaking, the letter still in her hand. Though he was standing behind her, Sydney could feel Vaughn's anger. The resentment he had towards her mother had been suppressed the last year and a half, since they had started dating. She was grateful for his ability to let the issues he had with her mother not affect his relationship with Sydney. She admired him for working so hard at keeping his feelings for her mother completely separate than his feelings for her. But she knew now that this had gone just too far. "God, I hate my family." She dropped the letter on the counter and walked away in disgust. "My whole family." She collapsed on the couch and brought her knees to her chest.
He didn't know what to say. A few years ago she didn't even know her mother was alive and now she was bringing more paint to her life than before when everyone thought she was dead. He walked over to the couch and sat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" She pulled away to look at him. "What in the world could you possibly be sorry about? My family destroyed yours. I should be here apologizing to you."
"No. I have never blamed you for anything your mother did and you know that. I am sorry because she is still causing you all this pain and I hate to see you hurt. It hurts me to see you in pain." He took her into his arms again and held her close. "What do you want to do about it all?"
"I don't know." She was so upset she couldn't even cry. The pain was quickly being replaced by anger. "No. I do know. I am doing to see her and I am telling her that she will NOT be there. She gave up that right a long time ago." She stood up and began to gather her jacket and keys. She grabbed the letter from the table and stopped to look at Vaughn. "I can't wait. I am telling her NOW. You're welcome to come. I refuse for even a moment to allow her to even create the notion that after everything she did to your family, everything she did to your mother, you, my father and myself, that she can decided because I am getting married that she suddenly wants to be my mother. NO CHANCE IN HELL." With that Sydney turned and walked out the door leaving a frantic Vaughn hurrying to stop her.
"Syd! SYDNEY!" He forced her to stop as she prepared to enter her car. "Syd, let me drive, ok? You are way too upset right now to be driving. PLEASE." She looked at him for a moment before allowing him to bring her to his car and place her in the passenger's side. "Thank you."
She stalked down the long hallway, the sound of her shoes on the concrete, echoing. When she neared the cell, she stopped and turned around. "Can you stay right here?" She asked Vaughn as he came near. "I just, I just want to do this without anyone holding me back."
"Yeah." He understood completely. "I'll stay right here and wait. If you need me just call my name and I will be there."
"Thank you, Michael." She grasped his hand for a moment before turning back around and walking up to her mother's cell.
She peered through the glass at the figure looking out the small window. "You truly amaze me." Sydney spoke to her mother's back. "After everything you did to me and dad, after everything you did, you still think I would let you come to my wedding? That I would go out of my way to get you to be able to come? I am marrying the man whose father you killed! I would never put myself through the pain of having you there but more importantly I wouldn't put Mrs. Vaughn or Michael through that pain." She breathed deeply as her mother turned to her, her face passive. "Just because you are here does not make you my mother. It makes you Irena Derevko. My mother was Laura Bristow and my mother died in a car accident when I was 6." She opened the safe box and passed the letter into it, giving it back to Irena. "You are no one to me." She stared at her mother a moment more before turning and walking away.
When she reached Vaughn, she couldn't bring herself to stop, so she walked past him, hoping he would understand. They reached his car in silence and only when they were both inside did she speak. "Thank you for coming with me." Her voice was barley above a whisper.
"Sydney . . ." He began when she cut him off.
"Can we just go home? I just . . . I just need a moment." He nodded and began down the street, his hand resting on the gear shift. Sydney reached over and took it in her own as she gazed out the window and he silently held it the entire ride.
When they reached her home, she smiled slightly at him as they entered the apartment and she found a note from Francie saying that she had finished packing and was at the restaurant until late. Sydney placed her keys and purse on the table and turned to Vaughn. "I'm going to go take a shower, ok?"
"Yeah." He took hold of her and held her tightly, rubbing her back as he spoke. "I actually have to go out for a little while, if that's ok." She nodded into his chest. "Are going to be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She looked at him and smiled slightly. "Thank you for everything. I'll see you when you get back." He placed a kiss on her forehead before letting her go and watched her walked into her bedroom.
When Vaughn returned, over an hour later, he found Sydney sitting on the couch, her feet under her, a cup of coffee in her hands, starring into the empty fireplace. "Hi." He called as he took off his coat and gun holster and loosened his tie.
"Hmm." She smiled at him as he sat down next to her. "You get done what you had to do?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and kissed her softly. "Yeah. How are you feeling?
"I'm ok. I have thought about a lot today."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"My life before and after my mom . . . died." She stalled on the last word. "I have this memory of her and me, in the kitchen. I was 6; it was about a month before she left. We were baking cookies. I want always the kid who liked to cook, but I remembered wanting to that day. Anyways, we were in the kitchen and she was telling me all about the best way to stir when she picked up a handful of flour and threw it at me. Before I knew it, we were engaged in a full on food fight, Flour and sugar and butter was flying through the air." She smiled at the memory. "I had flour in my face and I reached over to the table to grab something to throw at her, of course I grabbed an egg. So without looking at what I have, I throw the egg towards my mother, only to have her duck and the egg smack my dad, who happened to pick THEN to come home, right in the face. I remember being so scared. I was afraid that he would yell and scream. He placed his brief case on the floor and towered over me. After a minute he bent down and whispered into my ear to grab another egg. So I did and then he grabbed hold of me and we ran after my mom, throwing the egg at her. We spent another half hour engaged in a full fight, with me switching sides between my two parents. We were all so happy." She settled back against Vaughn as she took a sip of her coffee. "A month later my entire life changed. All because of her. We're never going to be that family again. My dad and I will never be that close again." She wanted all the pain to go away.
Vaughn held Sydney tighter as she leaned back against him. "I wish I could give you that family." She knew his words were true and full of compassion. "But I can't. The only thing I can give you, however, is a promise. A promise that you and I, we will make that family you always wanted. That I can promise you." He kissed the top of her head as a single tear rolled down her face.
"That's the only promise I need." She smiled and turned to him, capturing his lips in her own. "Where dud you go tonight?"
"I, uh, I went to see your dad actually."
"My dad? Wh - why?"
"I wanted to tell him about what happened. I can give you the promise of a future, but I can't give you the memories of your past. Your dad can. He's going to come by tomorrow and he's going to take you out to dinner so you can talk about everything."
She kissed him softly. "Thank you. Thank you. I need that."
"I know." He kissed her again and brushed away the few tears that had dropped. "Come on, it's late and with everything that has happened today, I'm exhausted and you must be too. Let's go to bed." She smiled at him as he stood up.
"Hmmm, sounds good. I could use some sleep, I just don't think I can move." She smiled shyly.
"Come here." He laughed as he leaned down and picked her up. He brought her down the hallway and set her on the bed. "We'll make up for our fatigue tomorrow." He smiled mischievously as she slipped under the covers, having been in her pjs since her shower.
"You bet." She laughed in reply as he changed quickly and crawled in next to her, enveloping her in his arms. "Thank you for everything, Michael." She stated as she tried unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn.
He held her close and smiled. "No problem. Sydney?"
"Hmm?" She replied sleepily.
"I love you."
"Hmm." Her soft breathing filled the room as she drifted off to sleep. Vaughn held her close as his own eyes drifted shut, his arms never letting her go.
The phone woke them from their peaceful slumber the next morning. Sydney moaned loudly in protest as Vaughn smiled into her shoulder and reached across her for the phone. "Hello?"
The voice sounded slightly alarmed at Vaughn's voice but quickly over looked it. "Sydney, please."
Vaughn recognized Jack's voice immediately and nuzzled into Sydney as he handed her the phone. "it's your dad."
"Morning, Dad." Sydney spoke sleepily.
"Hello. Are you still in bed? It's nearly 9:00!"
"Hmm, I know. But after everything that happened yesterday, Michael stayed up late with me as I talked. I thought I wasn't going to see you until tonight? What's wrong?" She started to sound unnerved as she sat up quickly, alarming Vaughn who sat up with her.
"I actually, well nothing. I just wondered if I could change dinner into brunch and then, well, I need to do something this afternoon and I would like you to join me. If you think that, that would be ok."
Sydney wasn't sure what it was, but she detected something in her father's voice. She, honestly, didn't know how to react. "Sure, Dad. That would be fine."
"Alright then. I'll see you at 11:00."
"Bye." She hung up with him and slumped back down on her pillow, bringing Vaughn down with her and nuzzled her head into his chest.
"Everything ok?"
"Mm-hmm. He was just changing dinner to brunch and then taking me somewhere after."
"Oh, OK." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You know, I think your father still thinks of you as a virgin."
"What?" She sat up smiling at his sudden remark. "What makes you say that?"
"He sounded completely freaked that I answered the phone." He smirked as she began to laugh.
"Well . . . then my dad's not as clever as everyone makes him out to be, given that I'm almost 30 and have been previously engaged. Though he knew about that one even before I did."
"How's that?"
"Danny called him."
Vaughn couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Wow, for a doctor, he wasn't very smart!"
"HEY! Why would you say that?! I think it's sweet!"
"Had he met your dad before?" She nodded. "Then I stand by my previous statement. You have to be MAD to ask Jack Bristow a question like 'can I marry your daughter?' Then again at my first encounter with Jack, he shoved me against a wall and pulled a gun on me. Not to mention that when we told him we were getting married, he told me he would torture me if I ever hurt you." He smiled as she laughed.
"Ok. Good point."
"He seriously called your dad?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Wow. Wow." He shook his head in disbelief as he rose from the bed. "Francie's working this morning right?" She nodded. "good, I don't feel like changing. I am quite comfortable." He stated pointing to his boxers and white t-shirt. "Come on, I'd make you breakfast but he'll be here in an hour and a half. So you'll have to settle for coffee." He smiled and reached out his hand, dragging her out of bed and into the kitchen.
At 10:55, Sydney was completely ready and was lounging on the couch, leaning on Vaughn as he watched a hockey game on TV, when her father arrived. "Come in Dad!" She called not wanted to get up just yet.
Her father entered and almost smiled at the tow sitting on the couch. "Morning Sydney, Michael."
"morning Dad."
"Hi, Jack." The tow rose from the couch and Sydney retrieved her coat. "I'm all set." She smiled as they headed towards the door. She turned to Vaughn as her father opened the door. "I'll see you tonight?" He nodded and she leaned into hiss him. "OK. I'll see you at your place later." She turned and headed partially out the door before turning back and kissing him again. "I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you at home later." She smiled at his calling of his place home. Soon it would be 'their home'. She walked out the door and practically skipped to her father's car.
He took her to a wonderful restaurant where they had an amazing brunch. They talked about all the good memories from her childhood, come before her mother's accident and some after. Sydney couldn't ever remember feeling so connected with her father.
After brunch he took her to a storage facility. He opened a section to reveal all of her childhood things. She wandered around as her father drifter into the back only to emerge several minutes later, holding a large leather book. "This is your photo album." He handed it to her and she eyed him curiously.
"My photo album?"
"yes. Yours. It has all the pictures of you, your mother and I from the time she found out she was pregnant to right before she left. I put it in here, because, well for all the obvious reasons. It's just when Michael came to me yesterday and told me what happened. I felt that you should have it. That no matter what happened in your childhood; this will remind you that there was a time when we were all very close." He smiled softly as tears fell from her eyes.
She reached over and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Daddy." They spent the entire afternoon, reminiscing as they sifted through the large book.
When Sydney steeped out of her father's car in front of Vaughn's, photo album in hand, she felt much better. She entered the apartment to find the front rooms empty. She placed the album on the counter and called out "Michael?"
A voice came from the bedroom. "In here!" She walked briskly through the apartment, shedding her coat as she walked. She entered the bedroom and swiftly approached him, embracing him in a long, passionate kiss. "Thank you. I needed that." She kissed him again.
"Your welcome." He managed between kisses. "Wow. I did something that good?" He joked.
"Mm-hmm." She smiled as she loosened his belt. "I told you last night, I would make it up to you for yesterday." She smirked as they feel on his bed in a tangle of kisses and laughter.
A/N: So what did you think? REVIEW PLEASE!! And any suggestions on the wedding would be GREAT! - Secret Agent Girl
CHAPTER 3 - YOU ARE NO ONE TO ME
He wanted to scream. He wanted to kick and shout and throw anything and every thing he could get his hands on. He wanted to get into his car and drive down to her jail cell and destroy her.
She stood, in silence, shaking, the letter still in her hand. Though he was standing behind her, Sydney could feel Vaughn's anger. The resentment he had towards her mother had been suppressed the last year and a half, since they had started dating. She was grateful for his ability to let the issues he had with her mother not affect his relationship with Sydney. She admired him for working so hard at keeping his feelings for her mother completely separate than his feelings for her. But she knew now that this had gone just too far. "God, I hate my family." She dropped the letter on the counter and walked away in disgust. "My whole family." She collapsed on the couch and brought her knees to her chest.
He didn't know what to say. A few years ago she didn't even know her mother was alive and now she was bringing more paint to her life than before when everyone thought she was dead. He walked over to the couch and sat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" She pulled away to look at him. "What in the world could you possibly be sorry about? My family destroyed yours. I should be here apologizing to you."
"No. I have never blamed you for anything your mother did and you know that. I am sorry because she is still causing you all this pain and I hate to see you hurt. It hurts me to see you in pain." He took her into his arms again and held her close. "What do you want to do about it all?"
"I don't know." She was so upset she couldn't even cry. The pain was quickly being replaced by anger. "No. I do know. I am doing to see her and I am telling her that she will NOT be there. She gave up that right a long time ago." She stood up and began to gather her jacket and keys. She grabbed the letter from the table and stopped to look at Vaughn. "I can't wait. I am telling her NOW. You're welcome to come. I refuse for even a moment to allow her to even create the notion that after everything she did to your family, everything she did to your mother, you, my father and myself, that she can decided because I am getting married that she suddenly wants to be my mother. NO CHANCE IN HELL." With that Sydney turned and walked out the door leaving a frantic Vaughn hurrying to stop her.
"Syd! SYDNEY!" He forced her to stop as she prepared to enter her car. "Syd, let me drive, ok? You are way too upset right now to be driving. PLEASE." She looked at him for a moment before allowing him to bring her to his car and place her in the passenger's side. "Thank you."
She stalked down the long hallway, the sound of her shoes on the concrete, echoing. When she neared the cell, she stopped and turned around. "Can you stay right here?" She asked Vaughn as he came near. "I just, I just want to do this without anyone holding me back."
"Yeah." He understood completely. "I'll stay right here and wait. If you need me just call my name and I will be there."
"Thank you, Michael." She grasped his hand for a moment before turning back around and walking up to her mother's cell.
She peered through the glass at the figure looking out the small window. "You truly amaze me." Sydney spoke to her mother's back. "After everything you did to me and dad, after everything you did, you still think I would let you come to my wedding? That I would go out of my way to get you to be able to come? I am marrying the man whose father you killed! I would never put myself through the pain of having you there but more importantly I wouldn't put Mrs. Vaughn or Michael through that pain." She breathed deeply as her mother turned to her, her face passive. "Just because you are here does not make you my mother. It makes you Irena Derevko. My mother was Laura Bristow and my mother died in a car accident when I was 6." She opened the safe box and passed the letter into it, giving it back to Irena. "You are no one to me." She stared at her mother a moment more before turning and walking away.
When she reached Vaughn, she couldn't bring herself to stop, so she walked past him, hoping he would understand. They reached his car in silence and only when they were both inside did she speak. "Thank you for coming with me." Her voice was barley above a whisper.
"Sydney . . ." He began when she cut him off.
"Can we just go home? I just . . . I just need a moment." He nodded and began down the street, his hand resting on the gear shift. Sydney reached over and took it in her own as she gazed out the window and he silently held it the entire ride.
When they reached her home, she smiled slightly at him as they entered the apartment and she found a note from Francie saying that she had finished packing and was at the restaurant until late. Sydney placed her keys and purse on the table and turned to Vaughn. "I'm going to go take a shower, ok?"
"Yeah." He took hold of her and held her tightly, rubbing her back as he spoke. "I actually have to go out for a little while, if that's ok." She nodded into his chest. "Are going to be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She looked at him and smiled slightly. "Thank you for everything. I'll see you when you get back." He placed a kiss on her forehead before letting her go and watched her walked into her bedroom.
When Vaughn returned, over an hour later, he found Sydney sitting on the couch, her feet under her, a cup of coffee in her hands, starring into the empty fireplace. "Hi." He called as he took off his coat and gun holster and loosened his tie.
"Hmm." She smiled at him as he sat down next to her. "You get done what you had to do?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and kissed her softly. "Yeah. How are you feeling?
"I'm ok. I have thought about a lot today."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"My life before and after my mom . . . died." She stalled on the last word. "I have this memory of her and me, in the kitchen. I was 6; it was about a month before she left. We were baking cookies. I want always the kid who liked to cook, but I remembered wanting to that day. Anyways, we were in the kitchen and she was telling me all about the best way to stir when she picked up a handful of flour and threw it at me. Before I knew it, we were engaged in a full on food fight, Flour and sugar and butter was flying through the air." She smiled at the memory. "I had flour in my face and I reached over to the table to grab something to throw at her, of course I grabbed an egg. So without looking at what I have, I throw the egg towards my mother, only to have her duck and the egg smack my dad, who happened to pick THEN to come home, right in the face. I remember being so scared. I was afraid that he would yell and scream. He placed his brief case on the floor and towered over me. After a minute he bent down and whispered into my ear to grab another egg. So I did and then he grabbed hold of me and we ran after my mom, throwing the egg at her. We spent another half hour engaged in a full fight, with me switching sides between my two parents. We were all so happy." She settled back against Vaughn as she took a sip of her coffee. "A month later my entire life changed. All because of her. We're never going to be that family again. My dad and I will never be that close again." She wanted all the pain to go away.
Vaughn held Sydney tighter as she leaned back against him. "I wish I could give you that family." She knew his words were true and full of compassion. "But I can't. The only thing I can give you, however, is a promise. A promise that you and I, we will make that family you always wanted. That I can promise you." He kissed the top of her head as a single tear rolled down her face.
"That's the only promise I need." She smiled and turned to him, capturing his lips in her own. "Where dud you go tonight?"
"I, uh, I went to see your dad actually."
"My dad? Wh - why?"
"I wanted to tell him about what happened. I can give you the promise of a future, but I can't give you the memories of your past. Your dad can. He's going to come by tomorrow and he's going to take you out to dinner so you can talk about everything."
She kissed him softly. "Thank you. Thank you. I need that."
"I know." He kissed her again and brushed away the few tears that had dropped. "Come on, it's late and with everything that has happened today, I'm exhausted and you must be too. Let's go to bed." She smiled at him as he stood up.
"Hmmm, sounds good. I could use some sleep, I just don't think I can move." She smiled shyly.
"Come here." He laughed as he leaned down and picked her up. He brought her down the hallway and set her on the bed. "We'll make up for our fatigue tomorrow." He smiled mischievously as she slipped under the covers, having been in her pjs since her shower.
"You bet." She laughed in reply as he changed quickly and crawled in next to her, enveloping her in his arms. "Thank you for everything, Michael." She stated as she tried unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn.
He held her close and smiled. "No problem. Sydney?"
"Hmm?" She replied sleepily.
"I love you."
"Hmm." Her soft breathing filled the room as she drifted off to sleep. Vaughn held her close as his own eyes drifted shut, his arms never letting her go.
The phone woke them from their peaceful slumber the next morning. Sydney moaned loudly in protest as Vaughn smiled into her shoulder and reached across her for the phone. "Hello?"
The voice sounded slightly alarmed at Vaughn's voice but quickly over looked it. "Sydney, please."
Vaughn recognized Jack's voice immediately and nuzzled into Sydney as he handed her the phone. "it's your dad."
"Morning, Dad." Sydney spoke sleepily.
"Hello. Are you still in bed? It's nearly 9:00!"
"Hmm, I know. But after everything that happened yesterday, Michael stayed up late with me as I talked. I thought I wasn't going to see you until tonight? What's wrong?" She started to sound unnerved as she sat up quickly, alarming Vaughn who sat up with her.
"I actually, well nothing. I just wondered if I could change dinner into brunch and then, well, I need to do something this afternoon and I would like you to join me. If you think that, that would be ok."
Sydney wasn't sure what it was, but she detected something in her father's voice. She, honestly, didn't know how to react. "Sure, Dad. That would be fine."
"Alright then. I'll see you at 11:00."
"Bye." She hung up with him and slumped back down on her pillow, bringing Vaughn down with her and nuzzled her head into his chest.
"Everything ok?"
"Mm-hmm. He was just changing dinner to brunch and then taking me somewhere after."
"Oh, OK." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You know, I think your father still thinks of you as a virgin."
"What?" She sat up smiling at his sudden remark. "What makes you say that?"
"He sounded completely freaked that I answered the phone." He smirked as she began to laugh.
"Well . . . then my dad's not as clever as everyone makes him out to be, given that I'm almost 30 and have been previously engaged. Though he knew about that one even before I did."
"How's that?"
"Danny called him."
Vaughn couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Wow, for a doctor, he wasn't very smart!"
"HEY! Why would you say that?! I think it's sweet!"
"Had he met your dad before?" She nodded. "Then I stand by my previous statement. You have to be MAD to ask Jack Bristow a question like 'can I marry your daughter?' Then again at my first encounter with Jack, he shoved me against a wall and pulled a gun on me. Not to mention that when we told him we were getting married, he told me he would torture me if I ever hurt you." He smiled as she laughed.
"Ok. Good point."
"He seriously called your dad?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Wow. Wow." He shook his head in disbelief as he rose from the bed. "Francie's working this morning right?" She nodded. "good, I don't feel like changing. I am quite comfortable." He stated pointing to his boxers and white t-shirt. "Come on, I'd make you breakfast but he'll be here in an hour and a half. So you'll have to settle for coffee." He smiled and reached out his hand, dragging her out of bed and into the kitchen.
At 10:55, Sydney was completely ready and was lounging on the couch, leaning on Vaughn as he watched a hockey game on TV, when her father arrived. "Come in Dad!" She called not wanted to get up just yet.
Her father entered and almost smiled at the tow sitting on the couch. "Morning Sydney, Michael."
"morning Dad."
"Hi, Jack." The tow rose from the couch and Sydney retrieved her coat. "I'm all set." She smiled as they headed towards the door. She turned to Vaughn as her father opened the door. "I'll see you tonight?" He nodded and she leaned into hiss him. "OK. I'll see you at your place later." She turned and headed partially out the door before turning back and kissing him again. "I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you at home later." She smiled at his calling of his place home. Soon it would be 'their home'. She walked out the door and practically skipped to her father's car.
He took her to a wonderful restaurant where they had an amazing brunch. They talked about all the good memories from her childhood, come before her mother's accident and some after. Sydney couldn't ever remember feeling so connected with her father.
After brunch he took her to a storage facility. He opened a section to reveal all of her childhood things. She wandered around as her father drifter into the back only to emerge several minutes later, holding a large leather book. "This is your photo album." He handed it to her and she eyed him curiously.
"My photo album?"
"yes. Yours. It has all the pictures of you, your mother and I from the time she found out she was pregnant to right before she left. I put it in here, because, well for all the obvious reasons. It's just when Michael came to me yesterday and told me what happened. I felt that you should have it. That no matter what happened in your childhood; this will remind you that there was a time when we were all very close." He smiled softly as tears fell from her eyes.
She reached over and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Daddy." They spent the entire afternoon, reminiscing as they sifted through the large book.
When Sydney steeped out of her father's car in front of Vaughn's, photo album in hand, she felt much better. She entered the apartment to find the front rooms empty. She placed the album on the counter and called out "Michael?"
A voice came from the bedroom. "In here!" She walked briskly through the apartment, shedding her coat as she walked. She entered the bedroom and swiftly approached him, embracing him in a long, passionate kiss. "Thank you. I needed that." She kissed him again.
"Your welcome." He managed between kisses. "Wow. I did something that good?" He joked.
"Mm-hmm." She smiled as she loosened his belt. "I told you last night, I would make it up to you for yesterday." She smirked as they feel on his bed in a tangle of kisses and laughter.
A/N: So what did you think? REVIEW PLEASE!! And any suggestions on the wedding would be GREAT! - Secret Agent Girl