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FORGIVE ME!
Chapter One
Second Chances
She doesn't even have the luxury of waking up slowly. Like everything she does, it's abrupt and violent. Her eyes open to the muted blue light of the room and she shoots up into a sitting position. It takes her only a moment longer to realize where she is--and who she's with. In that moment she wishes she could slump back into oblivion and stay forever in this heaven, but she knows she's been here too long already; should have never come in the first place, she's put both of them in danger, and it can never, ever happen again.
Her feet hit the floor and immediately bury themselves in the carpet against the chill. As she searches for her underwear, she tries to suppress the memories of how she got here, and what happened afterwards. She's here now and she can't go back, there's no changing any of it. No regrets, he had whispered last night, and she would keep her promise the best she could. No regrets.
She pauses as she recovers her shirt and tugs it over her head. The shape on the bed moves uneasily in sleep. She watches as his forehead sets in familiar wrinkles, and he opens his mouth, but seems unable to say anything. She creeps silently to the side of the bed to peer down at him anxiously. She doesn't want him to wake up; it'll be easier to leave if he's asleep.
"Syd..." he moans in his sleep. So, he talks in his sleep, too. Another reason they're too perfect for each other.
"Yes?" he voice barely makes it out of her throat it's so quiet.
"Don't leave me..." he pleads.
"I won't be gone long," she promises, and hesitates before adding, "Remember, no matter what, I love you, Vaughn."
"Love you, Syd..." he murmurs lazily as he rolls over.
She fights the urge to leave one last kiss on his lips and steps back from the bed, hands shaking. I love you...God, this was going to get messy. She doesn't know what she will say to him next time she sees him in the warehouse. Maybe nothing. It would be better for him that way, hurt less, because above all she never wanted to hurt him. And she doesn't think she could survive the pain, either.
They could fall in love with other people, she knows. One of these days, she'd go off on some mission and never come back, and he'd find a woman he could take out in public.
Just not Alice, Alice will never be right for him, she decides as she wiggles into her jeans.
And her, well she could find a man she wouldn't be afraid she would kill with her love. But that would probably mean she would have to lie to him, lie to another person she loves. No, it won't work.
She grabs a coat as she heads for the door; his coat, her coat, it doesn't matter. Their lives are too mixed up in each other's already.
You only get one second chance, they teach you as you're growing up. Danny was her first chance; Michael Vaughn is her second. She glances back once as she leaves at his quiet form, bathed in the early morning light, he looks so beautiful. My guardian angel. She won't waste this chance.
But, God, she wishes there was a Door Number Three.
A/N: PLEASE R/R! It will help me to know I'm doing this right before I add more chapters! And don't worry, there will be more, happier chapters!
FORGIVE ME!
Chapter One
Second Chances
She doesn't even have the luxury of waking up slowly. Like everything she does, it's abrupt and violent. Her eyes open to the muted blue light of the room and she shoots up into a sitting position. It takes her only a moment longer to realize where she is--and who she's with. In that moment she wishes she could slump back into oblivion and stay forever in this heaven, but she knows she's been here too long already; should have never come in the first place, she's put both of them in danger, and it can never, ever happen again.
Her feet hit the floor and immediately bury themselves in the carpet against the chill. As she searches for her underwear, she tries to suppress the memories of how she got here, and what happened afterwards. She's here now and she can't go back, there's no changing any of it. No regrets, he had whispered last night, and she would keep her promise the best she could. No regrets.
She pauses as she recovers her shirt and tugs it over her head. The shape on the bed moves uneasily in sleep. She watches as his forehead sets in familiar wrinkles, and he opens his mouth, but seems unable to say anything. She creeps silently to the side of the bed to peer down at him anxiously. She doesn't want him to wake up; it'll be easier to leave if he's asleep.
"Syd..." he moans in his sleep. So, he talks in his sleep, too. Another reason they're too perfect for each other.
"Yes?" he voice barely makes it out of her throat it's so quiet.
"Don't leave me..." he pleads.
"I won't be gone long," she promises, and hesitates before adding, "Remember, no matter what, I love you, Vaughn."
"Love you, Syd..." he murmurs lazily as he rolls over.
She fights the urge to leave one last kiss on his lips and steps back from the bed, hands shaking. I love you...God, this was going to get messy. She doesn't know what she will say to him next time she sees him in the warehouse. Maybe nothing. It would be better for him that way, hurt less, because above all she never wanted to hurt him. And she doesn't think she could survive the pain, either.
They could fall in love with other people, she knows. One of these days, she'd go off on some mission and never come back, and he'd find a woman he could take out in public.
Just not Alice, Alice will never be right for him, she decides as she wiggles into her jeans.
And her, well she could find a man she wouldn't be afraid she would kill with her love. But that would probably mean she would have to lie to him, lie to another person she loves. No, it won't work.
She grabs a coat as she heads for the door; his coat, her coat, it doesn't matter. Their lives are too mixed up in each other's already.
You only get one second chance, they teach you as you're growing up. Danny was her first chance; Michael Vaughn is her second. She glances back once as she leaves at his quiet form, bathed in the early morning light, he looks so beautiful. My guardian angel. She won't waste this chance.
But, God, she wishes there was a Door Number Three.
A/N: PLEASE R/R! It will help me to know I'm doing this right before I add more chapters! And don't worry, there will be more, happier chapters!