A/N: Again, thanks for the reviews! Enter Vaughn. And I know a lot of you
want S/V, and it sorta is, but in a diff way... ah, I'm just confusing you.
Anyway, here's part three. Enjoy!
Sydney left the office for the last time that day. Marshall still hadn't shown up. Driving home, she parked in front of her house and walked to the door. Who knew who would be in there today.
Opening the door, she found Will sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Hey Syd," he greeted her. Sydney sighed.
"Hey."
"Francie abandoned my here while she went out to get some food."
"Shouldn't she be working?"
"Syd, it's saturday."
"Oh."
"You're the only crazy person in the world who works on saturday."
"Will, don't start this." He sighed.
"Sorry." There was an awkward silence.
"Well... I'm gonna crash, I'm really exhausted," Sydney broke the silence. She started to walk toward her room.
"Syd, wait." She turned around. "Do... do you want to talk about last night? I mean... if I could help... Oh, I sound like an idiot. But I thought, if it had to do with... with what you do..." Sydney sighed, walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Will, listen. I don't know why you and Francie are so worried. I was just tired. That's all."
"Syd, you're always so strong. To see you break down like that... it scared us."
"Will, really. I'm fine."
"You said you wanted to kill yourself," Will remarked quietly. "Francie said you sounded pretty serious. If that's true, then you're not ok. Syd, please. You can talk to me." Sydney looked at him. He looked so genuinely concerned, she almost told him everything. But no. She couldn't.
"Will, I was crazy last night. Really, I'm fine."
"Ok." He still looked worried. "Go to bed. You look awful."
"Thanks." She smiled, an almost real smile. "And Will... thank you." She hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder, taking one last moment of comfort. He stroked her hair.
"Of course, Syd."
"Tell... tell Francie I love her." Will pulled back.
"Syd, that sounds like a good-bye." Sydney gave him a false smile.
"I'll be asleep when she comes home. I've been awful to her, and I don't want her to think I hate her."
"Oh. Ok." Sydney walked to her room, closed the door, and locked it. She leaned back against the wall, wondering if she had the strength to do this. She stood up and walked over to her bed. From a crack in the frame she pulled out a knife. It was a small blade, simple, but very sharp. Sinking down on the floor next to her bed, she placed the tip over her heart.
Closing her eyes, she tried to get herself to push. But she couldn't. She couldn't take her own life. I went over this! She thought furiously to herself. I looked over every aspect and decided it would be better if I died! But somehow she couldn't do it. She couldn't take her own life. She twisted the knife, felt its tip make a small hole in her shirt. She looked down. A drop of blood welled on her skin.
She could still do this. She could still end her suffering. She had to do this! I've been through this! I decided this would be best. So just do it! But she couldn't. And yet she couldn't live, not like this. She hung by a thread, balanced between the two worlds, unsure which way to fall.
When you're at your absolute lowest, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always... you know. You got my number.
With a shaking hand, Sydney released the knife. It clattered to the floor. Then she reached for her phone, at first unable to grasp it her hands were shaking so much. Scrolling through her buddy list, Vaughn's name suddenly stood out. Tears pouring down her cheeks, she debated what to do, all the while staring at the number on the screen. Then, with a shaking finger, she pressed the "send" button.
She heard the clear ringing, cutting through her foggy thoughts. At least she could halfway think.
"Yeah?"
She knew she shouldn't be doing this. Someone might trace the call, connect her to the CIA, but right now she didn't care.
"Vaughn?" she whispered, her voice cracking. She struggled not to cry, not show him how weak she really was.
"Sydney?" His voice was shocked. "Syd, what's wrong?"
"I... Could you come over? Please? I... I need you."
"Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can."
TBC... R/R!
Sydney left the office for the last time that day. Marshall still hadn't shown up. Driving home, she parked in front of her house and walked to the door. Who knew who would be in there today.
Opening the door, she found Will sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Hey Syd," he greeted her. Sydney sighed.
"Hey."
"Francie abandoned my here while she went out to get some food."
"Shouldn't she be working?"
"Syd, it's saturday."
"Oh."
"You're the only crazy person in the world who works on saturday."
"Will, don't start this." He sighed.
"Sorry." There was an awkward silence.
"Well... I'm gonna crash, I'm really exhausted," Sydney broke the silence. She started to walk toward her room.
"Syd, wait." She turned around. "Do... do you want to talk about last night? I mean... if I could help... Oh, I sound like an idiot. But I thought, if it had to do with... with what you do..." Sydney sighed, walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Will, listen. I don't know why you and Francie are so worried. I was just tired. That's all."
"Syd, you're always so strong. To see you break down like that... it scared us."
"Will, really. I'm fine."
"You said you wanted to kill yourself," Will remarked quietly. "Francie said you sounded pretty serious. If that's true, then you're not ok. Syd, please. You can talk to me." Sydney looked at him. He looked so genuinely concerned, she almost told him everything. But no. She couldn't.
"Will, I was crazy last night. Really, I'm fine."
"Ok." He still looked worried. "Go to bed. You look awful."
"Thanks." She smiled, an almost real smile. "And Will... thank you." She hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder, taking one last moment of comfort. He stroked her hair.
"Of course, Syd."
"Tell... tell Francie I love her." Will pulled back.
"Syd, that sounds like a good-bye." Sydney gave him a false smile.
"I'll be asleep when she comes home. I've been awful to her, and I don't want her to think I hate her."
"Oh. Ok." Sydney walked to her room, closed the door, and locked it. She leaned back against the wall, wondering if she had the strength to do this. She stood up and walked over to her bed. From a crack in the frame she pulled out a knife. It was a small blade, simple, but very sharp. Sinking down on the floor next to her bed, she placed the tip over her heart.
Closing her eyes, she tried to get herself to push. But she couldn't. She couldn't take her own life. I went over this! She thought furiously to herself. I looked over every aspect and decided it would be better if I died! But somehow she couldn't do it. She couldn't take her own life. She twisted the knife, felt its tip make a small hole in her shirt. She looked down. A drop of blood welled on her skin.
She could still do this. She could still end her suffering. She had to do this! I've been through this! I decided this would be best. So just do it! But she couldn't. And yet she couldn't live, not like this. She hung by a thread, balanced between the two worlds, unsure which way to fall.
When you're at your absolute lowest, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always... you know. You got my number.
With a shaking hand, Sydney released the knife. It clattered to the floor. Then she reached for her phone, at first unable to grasp it her hands were shaking so much. Scrolling through her buddy list, Vaughn's name suddenly stood out. Tears pouring down her cheeks, she debated what to do, all the while staring at the number on the screen. Then, with a shaking finger, she pressed the "send" button.
She heard the clear ringing, cutting through her foggy thoughts. At least she could halfway think.
"Yeah?"
She knew she shouldn't be doing this. Someone might trace the call, connect her to the CIA, but right now she didn't care.
"Vaughn?" she whispered, her voice cracking. She struggled not to cry, not show him how weak she really was.
"Sydney?" His voice was shocked. "Syd, what's wrong?"
"I... Could you come over? Please? I... I need you."
"Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can."
TBC... R/R!