The Way of Seeming
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. :)
Author's note two: This is so not where I saw the story going, and I probably
could have kept going with it but I decided that this seemed like the place it needed to
end. Hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
And now the conclusion...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
She had bought it, all of it. Things went back to normal, or as normal as things
could be for them. They met in the warehouse, like two clandestine lovers, only with little
or no physical contact.
She had even begun to confide in him again. How weird it was for Will to know
she worked for the CIA, how even with her father's cover story Francie had been
suspicious. She had started asking more and more questions about Sydney's trips, about
her life. She was going to find out soon, Vaughn was sure of it.
Sloane had accepted the story of her disappearance, but she had three guys from
security section always following her now, and it was starting to make her jumpy.
Vaughn listened to all of this, giving advice, making plans, and cracking jokes
when needed, always keeping his desires below the surface, ignoring the dreams that
haunted him late at night. The dreams of a normal guy and a normal girl. Dreams of the
two of them, together, happy, and finally free of this life of intrigue and death.
There he was again, sitting on the table in the warehouse, waiting for Sydney to
arrive. Another mission, another counter mission, another sleepless night for him as he
worried about her.
She walked in wearing a tank top, shorts, and sneakers. Another jogging excuse to
get away. He steeled himself for a long meeting. Everything seemed to take longer when
that much creamy, white, delicious skin was exposed.
He held back a sigh and looked up to meet her eyes.
She walked over to him slowly, like a hunter stalking its prey. He sat there,
frozen.
She pushed his legs apart, placing herself between them, stomach against the edge
of the table.
He looked, startled, into her eyes. "Sydney? What-"
She cut him off with a finger on his lips. "Did you know that lost memories can
sometimes return in the form of dreams." She ran a hand up his thigh. "Very, very good
dreams." She looked up into his panicked eyes. "Someone's been a bad boy." She ran a
hand through his hair, resting on the back of his neck and pulling him down for a searing
kiss.
When she released him he had an enormous goofy grin on his face. Her face
mirroring his.
He bent down, capturing her lips with his own, determined to ignore and demands
for oxygen, to make this one kiss last an eternity. Her arms around his neck promised the
same.
His dreams came back to him, and every cell in his body seemed to smile.
THE END
Awwwwwwww. Happy Vaughn makes me happy.
So what do YOU think?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! My first fan fiction every completed. Tell me what you
think. Should I rethink my career choice?
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. :)
Author's note two: This is so not where I saw the story going, and I probably
could have kept going with it but I decided that this seemed like the place it needed to
end. Hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
And now the conclusion...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
She had bought it, all of it. Things went back to normal, or as normal as things
could be for them. They met in the warehouse, like two clandestine lovers, only with little
or no physical contact.
She had even begun to confide in him again. How weird it was for Will to know
she worked for the CIA, how even with her father's cover story Francie had been
suspicious. She had started asking more and more questions about Sydney's trips, about
her life. She was going to find out soon, Vaughn was sure of it.
Sloane had accepted the story of her disappearance, but she had three guys from
security section always following her now, and it was starting to make her jumpy.
Vaughn listened to all of this, giving advice, making plans, and cracking jokes
when needed, always keeping his desires below the surface, ignoring the dreams that
haunted him late at night. The dreams of a normal guy and a normal girl. Dreams of the
two of them, together, happy, and finally free of this life of intrigue and death.
There he was again, sitting on the table in the warehouse, waiting for Sydney to
arrive. Another mission, another counter mission, another sleepless night for him as he
worried about her.
She walked in wearing a tank top, shorts, and sneakers. Another jogging excuse to
get away. He steeled himself for a long meeting. Everything seemed to take longer when
that much creamy, white, delicious skin was exposed.
He held back a sigh and looked up to meet her eyes.
She walked over to him slowly, like a hunter stalking its prey. He sat there,
frozen.
She pushed his legs apart, placing herself between them, stomach against the edge
of the table.
He looked, startled, into her eyes. "Sydney? What-"
She cut him off with a finger on his lips. "Did you know that lost memories can
sometimes return in the form of dreams." She ran a hand up his thigh. "Very, very good
dreams." She looked up into his panicked eyes. "Someone's been a bad boy." She ran a
hand through his hair, resting on the back of his neck and pulling him down for a searing
kiss.
When she released him he had an enormous goofy grin on his face. Her face
mirroring his.
He bent down, capturing her lips with his own, determined to ignore and demands
for oxygen, to make this one kiss last an eternity. Her arms around his neck promised the
same.
His dreams came back to him, and every cell in his body seemed to smile.
THE END
Awwwwwwww. Happy Vaughn makes me happy.
So what do YOU think?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! My first fan fiction every completed. Tell me what you
think. Should I rethink my career choice?