The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All characters belong to someone with much more money
than me.
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Here is the awesome chapter as promised. Enjoy.
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Everything was spinning. The darkness was settled firmly over her. As she
struggled back to consciousness she felt a solid warmth beneath her.
She tentatively reached out her hand, feeling the rough texture of newly sown
stitches beneath her fingers, surrounded by a warm, strong, muscular leg.
She tried to open her eyes, but her first attempt failing, she relaxed back into the
comfy darkness and simply enjoyed the feeling of bare, warm skin against her own.
Even in her own state of half-awareness she could not mistake the movement
from beneath her.
She felt a hand move down her back, finally resting on the small of her back.
She couldn't help the contented sigh that escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered
open. Her eyes met pure green perfection, and then everything came crashing down
around her.
She rolled away and pulled the sheet up to cover her bare chest, suddenly very
grateful that she had only been draped over his chest instead of laying fully on top of him.
She could see him out of the corner of her eye pulling the cover over his lap
before she pulled her eyes away from his naked body, glistening with sweat as hers was.
"Oh God," Sydney whispered.
Vaughn shot her a quick look from beneath lowered lashes before looking away,
looking hurt. Sydney was too panicked to even notice.
"Oh God. What have we done? What happened to us?"
Vaughn shrugged as he continued to look at the floor. Spotting his boxers he
leaned down and grabbed them, slipping them on underneath the covers.
Sydney was distracted, mumbling to herself, clutching the sheet to her chest.
He slipped out of the bed, and finding the rest of his clothes he dressed quickly.
He found her clothes, her shirt all the way across the room, and tossed them onto the bed,
escaping into the bathroom to give her some privacy, and to try and stop himself from
screaming.
He had never taken drugs, never even thought about it. Then he meets Sydney
Bristow and is being captured, tortured, pumped full of drugs, arrested, shot, and the list
just kept going.
And he wouldn't trade one second of it. He looked at himself in the mirror,
unshaven, weary and bloodshot eyes, and her words came back to him. 'Oh God. What
have we done?' Those words made his heart ache. He didn't regret it, didn't regret
anything. He shook his head at himself, masochist.
He slowly opened the door and saw she was dressed, standing awkwardly by the
window.
She looked at him. "Do you remember what happened last night? What..." she
trailed off, her eyes darting for only a second to the tousled bed. He saw in her eyes,
those beautiful eyes, that she remembered nothing. Those eyes pleaded with him to give
her some explanation, something other than the fact that she had just had sex with her
handler.
He couldn't do that. Couldn't pretend it was something else, something innocent.
All he could do was."No. It's a total blank. I remember Weiss giving me tranquilizers,"
Sydney's nod confirmed that she remembered the same, "then.nothing." He shook his
head as if to clear it. "They must have reacted with the drugs. Caused a...a blackout."
Sydney nodded. "Yeah." She looked at him, but refused to meet his eyes.
"So...this..."
It was killing him. He didn't want to, he couldn't- "What this?" he said and
walked out of the room, leaving Sydney behind as she fell against the window and sighed
in relief.
I know. I'm evil. Total cliffhanger with sad Vaughn. I'm just a horrible person.
So what do YOU think? Will I continue to type after I post this? Will everything end in a horrible mess?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! So little story left. Take the chance now.
I own nothing. All characters belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! MY COMPUTER WORKS NOW!!! Still have to
install some more stuff but I finished the story and just have to type it all up. :)
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
Here is the awesome chapter as promised. Enjoy.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Everything was spinning. The darkness was settled firmly over her. As she
struggled back to consciousness she felt a solid warmth beneath her.
She tentatively reached out her hand, feeling the rough texture of newly sown
stitches beneath her fingers, surrounded by a warm, strong, muscular leg.
She tried to open her eyes, but her first attempt failing, she relaxed back into the
comfy darkness and simply enjoyed the feeling of bare, warm skin against her own.
Even in her own state of half-awareness she could not mistake the movement
from beneath her.
She felt a hand move down her back, finally resting on the small of her back.
She couldn't help the contented sigh that escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered
open. Her eyes met pure green perfection, and then everything came crashing down
around her.
She rolled away and pulled the sheet up to cover her bare chest, suddenly very
grateful that she had only been draped over his chest instead of laying fully on top of him.
She could see him out of the corner of her eye pulling the cover over his lap
before she pulled her eyes away from his naked body, glistening with sweat as hers was.
"Oh God," Sydney whispered.
Vaughn shot her a quick look from beneath lowered lashes before looking away,
looking hurt. Sydney was too panicked to even notice.
"Oh God. What have we done? What happened to us?"
Vaughn shrugged as he continued to look at the floor. Spotting his boxers he
leaned down and grabbed them, slipping them on underneath the covers.
Sydney was distracted, mumbling to herself, clutching the sheet to her chest.
He slipped out of the bed, and finding the rest of his clothes he dressed quickly.
He found her clothes, her shirt all the way across the room, and tossed them onto the bed,
escaping into the bathroom to give her some privacy, and to try and stop himself from
screaming.
He had never taken drugs, never even thought about it. Then he meets Sydney
Bristow and is being captured, tortured, pumped full of drugs, arrested, shot, and the list
just kept going.
And he wouldn't trade one second of it. He looked at himself in the mirror,
unshaven, weary and bloodshot eyes, and her words came back to him. 'Oh God. What
have we done?' Those words made his heart ache. He didn't regret it, didn't regret
anything. He shook his head at himself, masochist.
He slowly opened the door and saw she was dressed, standing awkwardly by the
window.
She looked at him. "Do you remember what happened last night? What..." she
trailed off, her eyes darting for only a second to the tousled bed. He saw in her eyes,
those beautiful eyes, that she remembered nothing. Those eyes pleaded with him to give
her some explanation, something other than the fact that she had just had sex with her
handler.
He couldn't do that. Couldn't pretend it was something else, something innocent.
All he could do was."No. It's a total blank. I remember Weiss giving me tranquilizers,"
Sydney's nod confirmed that she remembered the same, "then.nothing." He shook his
head as if to clear it. "They must have reacted with the drugs. Caused a...a blackout."
Sydney nodded. "Yeah." She looked at him, but refused to meet his eyes.
"So...this..."
It was killing him. He didn't want to, he couldn't- "What this?" he said and
walked out of the room, leaving Sydney behind as she fell against the window and sighed
in relief.
I know. I'm evil. Total cliffhanger with sad Vaughn. I'm just a horrible person.
So what do YOU think? Will I continue to type after I post this? Will everything end in a horrible mess?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! So little story left. Take the chance now.