Two Nights.
Disclaimer and all that fun stuff: Alias is not mine. Okay? Okay. Good. How many of you actually read this part, anyway?
It is the second night of my imprisonment. The blinds are all the way down.I'm over here with the blankets pulled tightly over my head. Around my body. Keeping me safe, from everything out there. And suddenly it hits me; I've never done this before.
Francie didn't ask what happened when I came home last night. I guess she didn't need to, seeing my face. She didn't have to ask to know that I lost another man that I loved. That I still do love, even if they take him away from me. The words come to me again, going through every barrier that I had erected.
"Agent Bristow.Sydney." I looked up into Weiss's large face and nodded. What was he doing in our warehouse? It was. it was sacred territory. It was mine, Vaughn's and mine. "Agent Vaughn has been taken off your case." I didn't believe him at first. I laughed, nodded. "They've pulled this before, you know. I wouldn't - we wouldn't let them."
My words brought pain to his eyes. "Sydney. They said you two were too emotionally attached. They said that you trusted him too much, that he might.abuse your trust. And vice versa."
A tear ran down my face. Two tears, three tears. Vaughn would have wiped them off by now. Five tears. Eight tears. The world was a blur, running together through tears and racking sobs. A blur where I stood, alone.
I barely remember driving home, running to my room. I barely remember the look on Francie's face - the shock of seeing me like this. The only thing that is clear right now is that Vaughn is gone. They took him away from me. They took him, they wouldn't let him say goodbye.
It is the second night of my solitude, in the room with the door locked. In my room, with the blankets pulled over my head. It was the second night that I had refused food and water, the second night that I cried myself to sleep. The second night that I dreamt of him, him and his piercing green eyes that I know now that I love.
And I realized that two nights too late.
I start crying again, letting myself shake like a child. I hadn't done this when Danny died. When Danny died, I picked up and lived again. I cannot do that now. Not again. Not...again.
The phone is ringing.
To hell with the phone. It's been two nights since I picked up the phone. Two nights in a world without day.
And yet, maybe the sun is rising. Because suddenly I hear that voice in the machine, uttering those two words that I never again thought I'd hear.
"Joey's Pizza?"
A/N: Well, what say you? It's my first fic, so please review? Pleeeease?
Disclaimer and all that fun stuff: Alias is not mine. Okay? Okay. Good. How many of you actually read this part, anyway?
It is the second night of my imprisonment. The blinds are all the way down.I'm over here with the blankets pulled tightly over my head. Around my body. Keeping me safe, from everything out there. And suddenly it hits me; I've never done this before.
Francie didn't ask what happened when I came home last night. I guess she didn't need to, seeing my face. She didn't have to ask to know that I lost another man that I loved. That I still do love, even if they take him away from me. The words come to me again, going through every barrier that I had erected.
"Agent Bristow.Sydney." I looked up into Weiss's large face and nodded. What was he doing in our warehouse? It was. it was sacred territory. It was mine, Vaughn's and mine. "Agent Vaughn has been taken off your case." I didn't believe him at first. I laughed, nodded. "They've pulled this before, you know. I wouldn't - we wouldn't let them."
My words brought pain to his eyes. "Sydney. They said you two were too emotionally attached. They said that you trusted him too much, that he might.abuse your trust. And vice versa."
A tear ran down my face. Two tears, three tears. Vaughn would have wiped them off by now. Five tears. Eight tears. The world was a blur, running together through tears and racking sobs. A blur where I stood, alone.
I barely remember driving home, running to my room. I barely remember the look on Francie's face - the shock of seeing me like this. The only thing that is clear right now is that Vaughn is gone. They took him away from me. They took him, they wouldn't let him say goodbye.
It is the second night of my solitude, in the room with the door locked. In my room, with the blankets pulled over my head. It was the second night that I had refused food and water, the second night that I cried myself to sleep. The second night that I dreamt of him, him and his piercing green eyes that I know now that I love.
And I realized that two nights too late.
I start crying again, letting myself shake like a child. I hadn't done this when Danny died. When Danny died, I picked up and lived again. I cannot do that now. Not again. Not...again.
The phone is ringing.
To hell with the phone. It's been two nights since I picked up the phone. Two nights in a world without day.
And yet, maybe the sun is rising. Because suddenly I hear that voice in the machine, uttering those two words that I never again thought I'd hear.
"Joey's Pizza?"
A/N: Well, what say you? It's my first fic, so please review? Pleeeease?