Title: "Recoil"
Author: Waterdancer aka AquarianLady
Email: jch114@hotmail.com
Website: none at this time.
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Distribution: CD ALL DAY. Anyone else please ask.
Disclaimer: Anything Alias related (Vaughn, Devlin, SD-4,SD-6, Weiss, Donovan the dog) are all the property of ABC and Touchstone Pictures. It is the creation of JJ Abrams and Bad Robot Productions. Diana Rochelle is mine.
Summary: A woman from Vaughn's past comes back.
Rating: PG-13 for language
A/N: Thank you to Robin for your wonderful help.
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Diana sat back in the patio chair and sighed. This is not what I expected to happen. Sleeping with Michael hadn't been in the game plan, at least not the way it had happened. After her shower, she had come out and found that he had gone into his bedroom and shut the door. She almost knocked on his door to tell him why she was sorry, but had decided against it.
Donovan had followed her out the patio, and now lay by her feet. "Well, Donnie," she said, taking a sip of her beer. "It looks like it's just you and me. You're great company though." The dog rolled over and looked up at her. Looking up at the night sky sent a chill through her body, but it was relaxing.
"You're going to catch a cold out here," a voice said behind her.
Startled, she turned around to face a pair of green eyes. "Oh, hey, Michael, I didn't hear you coming," she said before turning back around to look back in the pitch-black yard.
She could smell his scent as he sat in the chair next to her. It was a combination of a shower and good old-fashioned soap. He had always said that those European colognes were too flowery for him.
"Diana," he said with a sigh. "We need to talk about what happened earlier."
Always to the point as usual, Michael. "What's to talk about? We had sex when we both know that it shouldn't have happened."
"Why? I mean it wasn't like you held me down and had your way with me," he said quietly. "Although, there have been times that you had and I never complained." He chuckled.
Diana shook her head and smiled slightly at the memories. "That was different, Michael. We were together then, and in love. What happened earlier shouldn't have happened. Not like that."
"Is that why you apologized?" He asked, taking a sip of her beer. Even in the low light from the house, she could see him looking at her intensely.
"I apologized for it happening the way it did, Michael. I'm not back forty-eight hours yet, and we're already ripping clothes off each other," she said, feeling heat come to her cheeks.
"I've already told you that it's okay. I wanted to, Diana. Trust me." He pulled her chair closer to him.
A small gasp of surprise left her lips. "Michael, stop," she said, giggling in spite of the situation.
"Listen to me, will you?" He said as he put his hands to her head. He gently pulled her face towards his. "Seeing you again has brought back a lot of memories. Some of them bad, but most of them were very good. I meant what I said back at the office; it is good to see you again."
Diana could feel tears coming to her eyes. "Do you know how much over the past five years that I wanted to come back? To tell you how stupid I was to leave the way I did?"
"Tell me now," he said quietly.
"You make it sound so easy, Michael. I just can't say 'I'm sorry' and what about our argument?" 'It was easy,' a small voice said in her head. 'Just tell him how you feel.' She knew he was right; she had been scared about where their relationship was going. As she looked at him, she realized what she had lost.
"Our argument needed to happen, Diana. I mean, it's been five years; there was no way that we could have been around each other and not talked about what happened. Try apologizing. I hear that a lot of people are doing it," he said with a slight smile.
She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for what happened. I really am. I was stupid, and I'm just so sorry, Michael." She sniffed loudly. Damn emotions.
He put his hand on the back of her neck. "Thank you for saying that, Diana," he whispered.
"Are we good now?" she asked him, catching her breath when he brushed her hair out of her face.
"We are more than good," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her.
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Vaughn looked down at the mess of dark hair that was lying on his chest. He had watched her for the past few hours, careful not to wake her. He inhaled deeply. I could get used to this. He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand. 8:00 am. One more hour, and he had to go back to reality.
"Diana," he said. She mumbled in her sleep. "Diana," he said again, nudging her side. "Come on, Diana. I have to get to work."
"I know you do, Michael, but I don't want you to go," she said with clarity.
He looked down at her. "How long have you been awake?"
"For a few hours," she said, sitting up to look at him. "I was listening to your heartbeat. It calmed me down."
"Didn't you sleep well?" he asked, rubbing her shoulder. They had made love several times last night. Each time more passionate than before.
"I slept fine last night, but I had a dream. About Barcelona."
He swung his legs out of bed as he sat up. "Barcelona? What about it?"
"Nothing that I can put my finger on, but I was thinking about the aliases that Patrick got for the team." Vaughn looked at her hearing the slight note of sadness in her voice.
"You told me that it was usual procedure for that to happen."
"And it was, Michael, but Patrick and I NEVER traveled together. It just wasn't practical. When we were paired off, there was always a balance between us," she explained, holding her hands in front of her. "If one person was better with weapons, and the other was good with languages. They were paired off. Patrick and I would cancel each other out, because we both spoke four languages, trained in the same form of hand to hand combat, and trained in the same weaponry."
He stood from the bed, and walked over to get his bath towel. "So, what you're telling me is that the fact that your ID's were together was something that never happened?"
She looked at him from her position on the bed. "It never happened before. Not ever."