Title: Remember Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing though I wish I owned everything.
Author's note: I watched Memento the other weekend and I got an idea, this is that idea- Read and Review please.
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I wake up in a room, but it's not my room. It's navy, and looks like it belongs to a man. I don't remember anything except being hit in the head very hard in on my last mission, and from what I can remember I never left Greece, did I?
"You're awake, good." Vaughn says entering the room. "Do you remember me?"
"Of course I remember you, I just don't remember where I am and why I'm here." The pain in Vaughn's eyes is evident. Did I cause this pain? "Vaughn?" I question.
"Sydney, theres a bit of a problem."
"Michael?" I ask, this is the first time I've called him by his first name.
"Sydney, you called me Michael." He says stating the obvious. "Do you remember anything after Greece?" He asks with hope. Theres a ring on his left ring finger…when did Vaughn get married and to who?
"Last thing I remember is being in Greece…" I say much to Vaughn's dismay; he put his head in his hands and just nods.
"It was too much to hope for" he mutters, and then looks at me again, his beautiful green eyes filled with pain and sorrow. "What's wrong?"
"Sydney, you have a bit of a memory problem, in Greece you hit your head and it killed your short term memory."
"Vaughn, what don't I remember?"
"SD-6 thinks you're dead." Vaughn starts, I clasp my hands together and notice something, I'm wearing a wedding band and a diamond ring on my left ring finger. "And I see you noticed the rings." Then it clicks in my head.
"Vaughn are we…?" I asked, knowing he'd know what the rest of my sentence was.
"Yes." He answered, taking my left hand and holding it. It took a minute for it all to settle. Vaughn and I are married. I look at his eyes, all the worry and concern in his eyes; theres love too. "We are?" I ask. He's kind of nervous and he nods, then and there looking in his eyes I make a split second decision. I lean over and kiss him. "I love you- no matter what I forget I won't forget that." He smiles and my knees go weak. "So, we've-" I start but chicken out.
"Sydney, we're a married couple. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes." It becomes silent. "So I actually forget everything?"
"Yeah. Do you have a lot of questions?"
"Yes." Including how I could forget sleeping with you, I add in my head.
"We made a list," Vaughn starts, reaching around behind himself to grab a binder "its answers to all the questions you usually ask." I take the binder from his hands and look it over; I open the binder and theres a picture of us on our wedding day. Dad and Weiss are standing beside Vaughn and Francie's at my side. Vaughn and I are kissing. "That was at the end of the ceremony, you whispered in my ear "Why do I have to forget this." And I promised I'd never let you."
"How did we get married without blowing the whole me being dead thing at SD- 6"
"You're not technically Sydney Bristow anymore, your Sydney Parker- well Sydney Parker-Vaughn." He says with a slight blush.
"Will and Francie know I'm alive, right?"
"Yeah, they know the truth, for the most part."
"So." I say closing the binder and putting it on the nightstand. "How do you cope with this?"
"I remember you love me, just like you said, you never forget and I never forget." He says and smiles his beautiful smile. I pull him towards me, and kiss him with all the love in my heart. We start kissing frantically.
"Every time is the first time, right?" I ask between kisses.
"For you," he answers while kissing me "It is, but for me-" he says unbuttoning the buttons on my pajama top "it's just like the first time." We kiss with fever and passion and I pull at the bottom edge of his shirt, breaking out kisses only long enough to pull it off over his head. He dips his head to my chest and kisses down, pulling my pajama pants ever so slightly down as he moves, taking my underwear with them. I grasp at the waist of his pants, they have cords at the top to tighten them and I snap one against his stomach, he looks me in the eyes and the heat and desire in his eyes multiply instantly. "I love you." He mouths to me as we help rid each other of our pants quickly and we make love, and it's more spectacular then I could have imagined.
Disclaimer: I own nothing though I wish I owned everything.
Author's note: I watched Memento the other weekend and I got an idea, this is that idea- Read and Review please.
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I wake up in a room, but it's not my room. It's navy, and looks like it belongs to a man. I don't remember anything except being hit in the head very hard in on my last mission, and from what I can remember I never left Greece, did I?
"You're awake, good." Vaughn says entering the room. "Do you remember me?"
"Of course I remember you, I just don't remember where I am and why I'm here." The pain in Vaughn's eyes is evident. Did I cause this pain? "Vaughn?" I question.
"Sydney, theres a bit of a problem."
"Michael?" I ask, this is the first time I've called him by his first name.
"Sydney, you called me Michael." He says stating the obvious. "Do you remember anything after Greece?" He asks with hope. Theres a ring on his left ring finger…when did Vaughn get married and to who?
"Last thing I remember is being in Greece…" I say much to Vaughn's dismay; he put his head in his hands and just nods.
"It was too much to hope for" he mutters, and then looks at me again, his beautiful green eyes filled with pain and sorrow. "What's wrong?"
"Sydney, you have a bit of a memory problem, in Greece you hit your head and it killed your short term memory."
"Vaughn, what don't I remember?"
"SD-6 thinks you're dead." Vaughn starts, I clasp my hands together and notice something, I'm wearing a wedding band and a diamond ring on my left ring finger. "And I see you noticed the rings." Then it clicks in my head.
"Vaughn are we…?" I asked, knowing he'd know what the rest of my sentence was.
"Yes." He answered, taking my left hand and holding it. It took a minute for it all to settle. Vaughn and I are married. I look at his eyes, all the worry and concern in his eyes; theres love too. "We are?" I ask. He's kind of nervous and he nods, then and there looking in his eyes I make a split second decision. I lean over and kiss him. "I love you- no matter what I forget I won't forget that." He smiles and my knees go weak. "So, we've-" I start but chicken out.
"Sydney, we're a married couple. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes." It becomes silent. "So I actually forget everything?"
"Yeah. Do you have a lot of questions?"
"Yes." Including how I could forget sleeping with you, I add in my head.
"We made a list," Vaughn starts, reaching around behind himself to grab a binder "its answers to all the questions you usually ask." I take the binder from his hands and look it over; I open the binder and theres a picture of us on our wedding day. Dad and Weiss are standing beside Vaughn and Francie's at my side. Vaughn and I are kissing. "That was at the end of the ceremony, you whispered in my ear "Why do I have to forget this." And I promised I'd never let you."
"How did we get married without blowing the whole me being dead thing at SD- 6"
"You're not technically Sydney Bristow anymore, your Sydney Parker- well Sydney Parker-Vaughn." He says with a slight blush.
"Will and Francie know I'm alive, right?"
"Yeah, they know the truth, for the most part."
"So." I say closing the binder and putting it on the nightstand. "How do you cope with this?"
"I remember you love me, just like you said, you never forget and I never forget." He says and smiles his beautiful smile. I pull him towards me, and kiss him with all the love in my heart. We start kissing frantically.
"Every time is the first time, right?" I ask between kisses.
"For you," he answers while kissing me "It is, but for me-" he says unbuttoning the buttons on my pajama top "it's just like the first time." We kiss with fever and passion and I pull at the bottom edge of his shirt, breaking out kisses only long enough to pull it off over his head. He dips his head to my chest and kisses down, pulling my pajama pants ever so slightly down as he moves, taking my underwear with them. I grasp at the waist of his pants, they have cords at the top to tighten them and I snap one against his stomach, he looks me in the eyes and the heat and desire in his eyes multiply instantly. "I love you." He mouths to me as we help rid each other of our pants quickly and we make love, and it's more spectacular then I could have imagined.