You asked for it! It's the EPILOGUE!!!! I wanted to cover so much in the
epilogue that I thought about making each part a new chapter, but that
would defete the point of an epilogue. So, I just shortened it, nice and
sweet.
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Epilogue * * * * * Sydney stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring herself in the dress. It was her wedding day. A year after the take down of SD-6, Vaughn had proposed. Of course she was ready to say yes a year earlier, Sydney jumped into his arms, with a definite yes. She twirled with delight, as the large skirt twisted itself around her. She couldn't have been happier. There was a soft knock at her dressing room door. "Come in." She said. Francie came in, and squealed as she saw her best friend. "You look so beautiful Sydney." "Thank you." "Are you ready to become Mrs. Sydney Vaughn?" Francie asked. "I am." Sydney looked at the ring on her finger. Memories of her and Danny came to her mind. "It's funny Francie; I was just as excited to get married to Danny right after he proposed. But I only dreamed of the now. With Michael, I dream of tomorrow, you know, after the wedding, how we're going to grow old together with kids, and then grandkids." "That is so great. Now come on, you're supposed to be getting married in three minutes." Sydney carefully walked to the front of the isle, and looked at Vaughn smiling at her, and felt her future fit perfectly in place. * * * * * Sydney held the tiny babe in her arms. The child's eyes were shut tightly as she slept. Her finger was wrapped tightly around Vaughn's finger. "She is so beautiful Syd." Vaughn commented. "Looks just like you." She said in reply. "Look, she's got your green eyes." "What shall we name you, first born?" Vaughn asked their daughter. "Amelia." Sydney said. Vaughn thought for a second. "Amelia Stephanie Vaughn." "I like it." Will and Francie came bursting through the door, interrupting the new family moment. * * * * * Sydney cried as her middle daughter, Kallie, stood at the alter getting married, as her own wedding day was recalled. Vaughn sat next to her, holding her hand, his smile on his face told her that he too remembered their own wedding. Amelia sat with her family behind them. Sydney looked down to see her only grandchild (at the time) wanting onto her lap. "Grammy, can I have a piece of gum?" Young Trinity loudly asked. Sydney let a small chuckle escape, and then whispered to the three year old. "Hush Trin, after this." Trinity nodded, and then rested her head on her grandmother's chest. "That sounds good. Can I have a piece Mom?" Sydney's youngest child, of three, asked. "I think being 17, means that you know not to talk and ask for gum now. Especially after I just told Trinity no." She scolded. 17 year old Sklyar sunk into his seat, and watched his sister get married. * * * * * Vaughn tried not to cry as he watched family and friends throw the dirt on top of Sydney's grave. He was still in shock, after his wife died. But the actual death never came as a shock. They were both very old. He himself was 93. Sydney was 89 when she died. Vaughn just couldn't believe that she was the first to go. He had always felt that he would be the first to depart from this world. She was the stronger one. But Sydney's heart got tired first. As the last shovel full of dirt covered the coffin, Vaughn picked up a rose, Sydney's favorite flower, and threw it on top of the dirt. No one else understood why he had done that, but Sydney, who he knew was watching, understood. It all went back to the take down, where they first fell in love.
HELP WANTED: I'm looking for a beta reader. If you want to read my stuff before I upload them, then please, please, please email me at spichik453@yahoo.com or charmedgal005@yahoo.com. I just have one request if you're interested. I would like some one who checks their email regularly (like once a day, or something close to that) so that I can get my chapters up soon. And if you like Charmed fics, I'm also looking for a Charmed beta reader. Email me.
Thanks so much to everyone who ever reviewed my fic. You're the ones that make me write!
Epilogue * * * * * Sydney stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring herself in the dress. It was her wedding day. A year after the take down of SD-6, Vaughn had proposed. Of course she was ready to say yes a year earlier, Sydney jumped into his arms, with a definite yes. She twirled with delight, as the large skirt twisted itself around her. She couldn't have been happier. There was a soft knock at her dressing room door. "Come in." She said. Francie came in, and squealed as she saw her best friend. "You look so beautiful Sydney." "Thank you." "Are you ready to become Mrs. Sydney Vaughn?" Francie asked. "I am." Sydney looked at the ring on her finger. Memories of her and Danny came to her mind. "It's funny Francie; I was just as excited to get married to Danny right after he proposed. But I only dreamed of the now. With Michael, I dream of tomorrow, you know, after the wedding, how we're going to grow old together with kids, and then grandkids." "That is so great. Now come on, you're supposed to be getting married in three minutes." Sydney carefully walked to the front of the isle, and looked at Vaughn smiling at her, and felt her future fit perfectly in place. * * * * * Sydney held the tiny babe in her arms. The child's eyes were shut tightly as she slept. Her finger was wrapped tightly around Vaughn's finger. "She is so beautiful Syd." Vaughn commented. "Looks just like you." She said in reply. "Look, she's got your green eyes." "What shall we name you, first born?" Vaughn asked their daughter. "Amelia." Sydney said. Vaughn thought for a second. "Amelia Stephanie Vaughn." "I like it." Will and Francie came bursting through the door, interrupting the new family moment. * * * * * Sydney cried as her middle daughter, Kallie, stood at the alter getting married, as her own wedding day was recalled. Vaughn sat next to her, holding her hand, his smile on his face told her that he too remembered their own wedding. Amelia sat with her family behind them. Sydney looked down to see her only grandchild (at the time) wanting onto her lap. "Grammy, can I have a piece of gum?" Young Trinity loudly asked. Sydney let a small chuckle escape, and then whispered to the three year old. "Hush Trin, after this." Trinity nodded, and then rested her head on her grandmother's chest. "That sounds good. Can I have a piece Mom?" Sydney's youngest child, of three, asked. "I think being 17, means that you know not to talk and ask for gum now. Especially after I just told Trinity no." She scolded. 17 year old Sklyar sunk into his seat, and watched his sister get married. * * * * * Vaughn tried not to cry as he watched family and friends throw the dirt on top of Sydney's grave. He was still in shock, after his wife died. But the actual death never came as a shock. They were both very old. He himself was 93. Sydney was 89 when she died. Vaughn just couldn't believe that she was the first to go. He had always felt that he would be the first to depart from this world. She was the stronger one. But Sydney's heart got tired first. As the last shovel full of dirt covered the coffin, Vaughn picked up a rose, Sydney's favorite flower, and threw it on top of the dirt. No one else understood why he had done that, but Sydney, who he knew was watching, understood. It all went back to the take down, where they first fell in love.