Stephanie:: Hey guys there's less than three to two chapters left * boohoo
* oh well I have a plan for another story that will be up in about a week
or two called "Interventions". Anyway review; thanks a lot Cass, Purple
Panda, Tennis Chick, and MystyAngel.
I think this is my best work yet.
* * * * Chapter 4 The End of the Beginning* * * *
The sun had just begun its descent from the heavens and Michael still hadn't found his wounded seraph. Hi and Low, Downtown and Uptown, at Home and at the Warehouse, he searched the entire city of L.A and still couldn't find Sydney. Thoughts raced through his mind. 'What if she hurt herself? What if someone else had found her and left her body to reside in a ditch. No, Sydney would never let that happen, but than again she wasn't in her normal state.' Michael Vaughn tried to push those dreadful thoughts aside and remembered one place he hadn't checked. The one place Sydney Bristow ran to only to be comforted by her guardian angel.
Meanwhile the tears freely streamed down her redden cheeks into the mass of water below her. The seagulls searched their sorrowful song in unison to Sydney's muffled sobs. She promised herself she would never cry again when she was her last time. But this time there was no will left in her cluttered mind. The time before she at least had Vaughn who promised to be there if he was needed, but deep down she secretly swore never to have Vaughn see her in the condition she was in. She was placed high on a pedestal before him and she never wanted to disappoint him by losing her balance and taking a fall.
"'Man, how can you love her, after all her mom killed your dad!'" Those words raced through her head over and over. She couldn't believe, no she didn't want to believe those words uttered by Will, however she couldn't help, but question Michael's devotion to her. Then it struck her like a bullet. 'What if she was her mother? What if she toyed with Michael's affection without realization and would leave him in the dust like her Laur- , Irina did to Jack?' Too absorbed in her grief, she never heard the clank of shoes on the wooden planks.
There at the pier where he first met her after her father's cancellation, she was a heap of clothes grasping the rail as if debating whether or not to end this tragic story now and here. Moments passed and the sun settled as a ship on stormy seas. The only clamor was the crash of waves against the wooden pillars standing tall and strong. Not a word was voiced until the hues of crimson and violet merged with the navy blanket of stars.
"Do you come here often?" he asked as it he were a stranger.
"Only when my world falls apart in my hands," she replied monotonously catching on to his psychology technique.
"Its crumbling, how so?"
"Nearly one week ago," she started only to discover her throat was dry, but she was determined to tell her tale even if her voice (and spirit) was breaking, "I rediscovered the love of a lifetime. He was supported, nurturing, god if he was a woman, I'd wish he was my mother," she laughed weakly at her hopeless attempt at a joke. "Anyway, I was head over heels, and the saddest part was I thought that maybe this relationship would work out. That all our conflicts, past and present, could be resolved.
Then today, my friend reassured me that things were beyond our control, I would be destined repeat history and destroy his heart the same way my mother broke my father's." She resiliently held back the drops of pain and concluded in a sorrowful tone, "Sometimes, I wish there was a rewind button on life, but all there is an off switch and I don't think that I can let my friends suffer at my funeral. So there's only one option left."
"Are you running away?"
She nodded mutely.
"Escape isn't a choice in life." He stated harshly.
"I know. It might only be a fantasy and last only a few moments but it would be a dream I'd never wish to end."
"So this is it." He said rhetorically as he surrendered to her decision.
"Yes, I suppose it is."
Desperate he pleaded, "Sydney-"
"I'm sorry, Michael, but I can't love you," she paused frantically searching for the incentive to continue, "Not now, not here. Maybe," she prayed as she muttered the words, "maybe, in another place, in another time."
Michael stared at his feet unbelieving, yet when he lifted his weary head she kept her promise and was nowhere in sight.
* * * * * End of Flashback * * * * *
She picked herself off the floor and walked swiftly through the house. She dried her bitterness on her coat sleeve and let denial flow through her veins. There were no memories here. No photos, or no hidden meanings amongst the sparsely decorated living room. Her life was a clean slate and nothing could revert her to the past.
Thinking back to the open window, she decided to shut it along with life outside these for walls. Her rose tipped fingers glided along the ledge and leisurely locked in place. Her eyes, for one last time glanced the stormy weather than matched her mood. And in the corner of her she glimpsed a taxi pulling up to the curb.
Her heart pounded against her chest as head tried to restrain all fleeting hopes of love. She peered anxiously through the rain, but the mysterious figure was shrouded by a large umbrella. 'Please, please, be him.' She prayed.
Just then the umbrella dropped and was swept off into the wind. Another figure of a woman crashed into the man's open arms, only to envelope her in his embrace.
At that moment all hope died and her heart lay strewn on the floor.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
AM I UNBELIEVELY CRUEL OR WHAT? Ask yourself this question match the answer to mine above: Is this truly the end?
I'm using cryptic messages like Irina
~Stephanie~
One more chapter to goey
I think this is my best work yet.
* * * * Chapter 4 The End of the Beginning* * * *
The sun had just begun its descent from the heavens and Michael still hadn't found his wounded seraph. Hi and Low, Downtown and Uptown, at Home and at the Warehouse, he searched the entire city of L.A and still couldn't find Sydney. Thoughts raced through his mind. 'What if she hurt herself? What if someone else had found her and left her body to reside in a ditch. No, Sydney would never let that happen, but than again she wasn't in her normal state.' Michael Vaughn tried to push those dreadful thoughts aside and remembered one place he hadn't checked. The one place Sydney Bristow ran to only to be comforted by her guardian angel.
Meanwhile the tears freely streamed down her redden cheeks into the mass of water below her. The seagulls searched their sorrowful song in unison to Sydney's muffled sobs. She promised herself she would never cry again when she was her last time. But this time there was no will left in her cluttered mind. The time before she at least had Vaughn who promised to be there if he was needed, but deep down she secretly swore never to have Vaughn see her in the condition she was in. She was placed high on a pedestal before him and she never wanted to disappoint him by losing her balance and taking a fall.
"'Man, how can you love her, after all her mom killed your dad!'" Those words raced through her head over and over. She couldn't believe, no she didn't want to believe those words uttered by Will, however she couldn't help, but question Michael's devotion to her. Then it struck her like a bullet. 'What if she was her mother? What if she toyed with Michael's affection without realization and would leave him in the dust like her Laur- , Irina did to Jack?' Too absorbed in her grief, she never heard the clank of shoes on the wooden planks.
There at the pier where he first met her after her father's cancellation, she was a heap of clothes grasping the rail as if debating whether or not to end this tragic story now and here. Moments passed and the sun settled as a ship on stormy seas. The only clamor was the crash of waves against the wooden pillars standing tall and strong. Not a word was voiced until the hues of crimson and violet merged with the navy blanket of stars.
"Do you come here often?" he asked as it he were a stranger.
"Only when my world falls apart in my hands," she replied monotonously catching on to his psychology technique.
"Its crumbling, how so?"
"Nearly one week ago," she started only to discover her throat was dry, but she was determined to tell her tale even if her voice (and spirit) was breaking, "I rediscovered the love of a lifetime. He was supported, nurturing, god if he was a woman, I'd wish he was my mother," she laughed weakly at her hopeless attempt at a joke. "Anyway, I was head over heels, and the saddest part was I thought that maybe this relationship would work out. That all our conflicts, past and present, could be resolved.
Then today, my friend reassured me that things were beyond our control, I would be destined repeat history and destroy his heart the same way my mother broke my father's." She resiliently held back the drops of pain and concluded in a sorrowful tone, "Sometimes, I wish there was a rewind button on life, but all there is an off switch and I don't think that I can let my friends suffer at my funeral. So there's only one option left."
"Are you running away?"
She nodded mutely.
"Escape isn't a choice in life." He stated harshly.
"I know. It might only be a fantasy and last only a few moments but it would be a dream I'd never wish to end."
"So this is it." He said rhetorically as he surrendered to her decision.
"Yes, I suppose it is."
Desperate he pleaded, "Sydney-"
"I'm sorry, Michael, but I can't love you," she paused frantically searching for the incentive to continue, "Not now, not here. Maybe," she prayed as she muttered the words, "maybe, in another place, in another time."
Michael stared at his feet unbelieving, yet when he lifted his weary head she kept her promise and was nowhere in sight.
* * * * * End of Flashback * * * * *
She picked herself off the floor and walked swiftly through the house. She dried her bitterness on her coat sleeve and let denial flow through her veins. There were no memories here. No photos, or no hidden meanings amongst the sparsely decorated living room. Her life was a clean slate and nothing could revert her to the past.
Thinking back to the open window, she decided to shut it along with life outside these for walls. Her rose tipped fingers glided along the ledge and leisurely locked in place. Her eyes, for one last time glanced the stormy weather than matched her mood. And in the corner of her she glimpsed a taxi pulling up to the curb.
Her heart pounded against her chest as head tried to restrain all fleeting hopes of love. She peered anxiously through the rain, but the mysterious figure was shrouded by a large umbrella. 'Please, please, be him.' She prayed.
Just then the umbrella dropped and was swept off into the wind. Another figure of a woman crashed into the man's open arms, only to envelope her in his embrace.
At that moment all hope died and her heart lay strewn on the floor.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
AM I UNBELIEVELY CRUEL OR WHAT? Ask yourself this question match the answer to mine above: Is this truly the end?
I'm using cryptic messages like Irina
~Stephanie~
One more chapter to goey