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*Sydney POV*
She guessed she was happy. Content would almost describe it. After the take-down Vaughn had asked her to marry him. She loved him, she really did, she had always had feelings for him. It had been a while since they had gotten married, just enough time to let the question sink in. The question that had been tickling the back of her mind since she had said yes to Vaughn.
Did she really want this?
Ever since that night in Russia with Sark her feelings had been mixed. He was in her system, almost like a drug. Small cravings every once in a while, easy to keep under control. Quicker heartbeat when thinking of Sark...sometimes dreamt of him. Waking up feeling dizzy, nauseous, panicky; then Vaughn would comfort her thinking she was dreaming of being chased or tortured by Sloane. He would tell her that SD-6 was all over, all gone, she was safe from them. Vaughn didn't know. Vaughn would never know what she really dreamed about.
What scared her most was that Sark probably didn't care. He probably didn't think about it ever again. Just sex, that's it. No need to dwell on it. Syd wasn't sure. She felt something more, but she doubted Sark would ever pursue a real relationship; emotional attachments slow you down, an extra burden, one more thing you have to worry about.
After one of those dreams about Sark, Syd woke up and (after reassuring Vaughn she was okay and after she was sure he was asleep) went out onto the porch of their small apartment to think. Before the dreams came about once a week, now she was thinking of Sark constantly, and dreaming almost every night. She wanted him back inside of her. She felt guilty with this thought and retreated to the couch to sleep, she did not want to wake Vaughn up again, she didn't feel like talking.
* * *
"Syd. Syd, wake up." Vaughn was stroking her shoulder lovingly.
What....oh, Vaughn.
"Morning" Syd managed to croak out groggily. The sun was in her eyes. She looked over at the clock- 10.12
"Honey, what are you doing on the couch?" Vaughn sat down next to her feet and rubbed her leg gently with his hand. Syd noticed her arm start to tingle because she had fallen asleep on it.
"Oh" She said quietly, "I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't want to wake you up again..." She smelled coffee and could faintly hear the coffeemaker in the kitchen.
"Syd, you know I don't mind. We have been over this before, whenever you have one of those dreams you can always wake me up, I'm here for you." He said softly.
Protective handler role...
"I know, Vaughn, it's just that-"
"Syd we're married, you can talk to me, wake me up, you know that."
Syd sat up on the couch now, fully awake. Her arm had stopped tingling; the coffee maker had stopped making noise.
"I know. I guess it's just-"
"Just what. Syd, we need to talk. You have been so distant lately, most of the time it's like your not here, and you won't even tell me what bothers you so much."
"Vaughn, Listen-" She really didn't feel like a fight on their day off.
"No, I can't listen Syd, you can't even call me Michael. I will always be Vaughn to you won't I, Syd? Just your handler, right? You won't let me in that close, will you? It's like in your mind we aren't even married, still handler and asset."
"Vau- Michael, that's not true, you know that."
"I don't know Syd, I'm just not sure." He got up and walked into the bathroom. Syd heard the shower turn on. She sighed. I'm sorry Vaughn, she thought. I'm not sure either. She folded the blanket up and padded into the kitchen.
*Sydney POV*
She guessed she was happy. Content would almost describe it. After the take-down Vaughn had asked her to marry him. She loved him, she really did, she had always had feelings for him. It had been a while since they had gotten married, just enough time to let the question sink in. The question that had been tickling the back of her mind since she had said yes to Vaughn.
Did she really want this?
Ever since that night in Russia with Sark her feelings had been mixed. He was in her system, almost like a drug. Small cravings every once in a while, easy to keep under control. Quicker heartbeat when thinking of Sark...sometimes dreamt of him. Waking up feeling dizzy, nauseous, panicky; then Vaughn would comfort her thinking she was dreaming of being chased or tortured by Sloane. He would tell her that SD-6 was all over, all gone, she was safe from them. Vaughn didn't know. Vaughn would never know what she really dreamed about.
What scared her most was that Sark probably didn't care. He probably didn't think about it ever again. Just sex, that's it. No need to dwell on it. Syd wasn't sure. She felt something more, but she doubted Sark would ever pursue a real relationship; emotional attachments slow you down, an extra burden, one more thing you have to worry about.
After one of those dreams about Sark, Syd woke up and (after reassuring Vaughn she was okay and after she was sure he was asleep) went out onto the porch of their small apartment to think. Before the dreams came about once a week, now she was thinking of Sark constantly, and dreaming almost every night. She wanted him back inside of her. She felt guilty with this thought and retreated to the couch to sleep, she did not want to wake Vaughn up again, she didn't feel like talking.
* * *
"Syd. Syd, wake up." Vaughn was stroking her shoulder lovingly.
What....oh, Vaughn.
"Morning" Syd managed to croak out groggily. The sun was in her eyes. She looked over at the clock- 10.12
"Honey, what are you doing on the couch?" Vaughn sat down next to her feet and rubbed her leg gently with his hand. Syd noticed her arm start to tingle because she had fallen asleep on it.
"Oh" She said quietly, "I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't want to wake you up again..." She smelled coffee and could faintly hear the coffeemaker in the kitchen.
"Syd, you know I don't mind. We have been over this before, whenever you have one of those dreams you can always wake me up, I'm here for you." He said softly.
Protective handler role...
"I know, Vaughn, it's just that-"
"Syd we're married, you can talk to me, wake me up, you know that."
Syd sat up on the couch now, fully awake. Her arm had stopped tingling; the coffee maker had stopped making noise.
"I know. I guess it's just-"
"Just what. Syd, we need to talk. You have been so distant lately, most of the time it's like your not here, and you won't even tell me what bothers you so much."
"Vaughn, Listen-" She really didn't feel like a fight on their day off.
"No, I can't listen Syd, you can't even call me Michael. I will always be Vaughn to you won't I, Syd? Just your handler, right? You won't let me in that close, will you? It's like in your mind we aren't even married, still handler and asset."
"Vau- Michael, that's not true, you know that."
"I don't know Syd, I'm just not sure." He got up and walked into the bathroom. Syd heard the shower turn on. She sighed. I'm sorry Vaughn, she thought. I'm not sure either. She folded the blanket up and padded into the kitchen.