Author: WishingStar
Title: Write Yourself Your Destiny
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it is still not mine. J.J. Abrams owns them.
Rating: G
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Summary: Written before the Abduction. Sydney's stuck with a writing assignment for a class and finds herself writing what she wish would happen.
A/N: I haven't forgotten about AND THE BLUEBIRD MAY FALL.I'm writing the next chapter right now! But read this one in the meantime and review, review, review!
She packed herself away into her car and started it. She had felt kind of bad about leaving Will all alone in the house but he could use some time to himself. This was so exciting. This was turning into the best assignment in the world and all she could do was mentally thank Professor Kennedy for it. One glance at her and you would think Hollywood. She was tall, skinny as anything, muscular, black tank-top, tight fitting jeans, brown hair left wavy and pulled half up half down, and great shoes. She had casually thrown on her silver framed sunglasses that only added to the effect. She caught her reflection inn one of her mirrors as she started to drive away. "Not bad." She spoke into the silence, suddenly smiling.
She felt the adrenaline pump through her veins as she realized where she was going. It was the perfect place to write. She pressed on the gas and before you could say; "Sloane is an SOB" she was there. It was absolutely perfect spot in the world. Secluded as anything and no body would be there. She had been careful and no one had followed her. Both phones were with her and she was covered at every possible angle. She tossed her sunglasses aside to the passenger seat and grabbed the briefcase with her laptop in it. She slung it over her shoulder and exited her car. The bag was a little heavy but it didn't bother her. She could finally get all of these feelings and emotions out into the open.have others learn something about her that was the truth and not know who it was really about. How incredibly perfect.
The warehouse was the best place in the world for this story. She had started to write it in her head from the moment she left the house. She hurried inside and found the ususal place where she and her love interest talked. The screen was thrown open and she began to type well over 65 words a minute. She needed to release everything that had bottled up so deeply inside her for such a long time. It had been over a year and she possibly had found "the one" but he was with someone else and she couldn't be with him and she couldn't talk to anyone about him and it was eating away at her like you would never believe.
***********************************************************************She kept her heart under such heavy guard for such long time she barely recognized love anymore. Well, it wasn't a horrible long time, after all. Her guard had never been let down for she feared getting hurt. Here, she now was in a state of sheer maybe, she had let her guard down and now didn't know what to do wit it. It only took a moment of all of her preconceived notions of what "love" or a "crush" or anything of that matter to go out of the window. It only took a second and after that, her feet were on the ground and her head in the clouds. Since then, many hours had been spent not knowing how to go about this. These bottled feelings were pressing on her and rising, wanting to escape so badly to escape,
That was never going to happen.
It couldn't
It shouldn't.
This wasn't like the movies on one hand and exactly the way is was on the other. They were influential, attractive, and smart but the nagging thought that ravaged her brain was, were they right for each other? He barely knew her.they had spoke about their jobs but when they spoke such small talk, she felt like she knew him forever. She knew everything and nothing about him. This couldn't be love.other people fall in love but not her.
She was the level headed one. She was the one who dreamed of foreign actors sweeping her off of her feet or being the leading lading to any male celebrity. Realistic love and crushes were for someone else. She didn't have time for it. It would get tarnished and spoiled by their busy schedules. It wouldn't work. It couldn't work.
Nagging questions kept her from her needed sleep and interrupted precious dreams. They would all end the same. She would be on angelic beach with the amber colored sun hiding beneath the ocean. The sky had lost its soft blue color and now vibrant colors of orange and rust intertwined themselves to make a fiery colored work/. Clouds turned to black shadows and trickled out from view. The salty ocean below acted disoriented mirror but remained peaceful. The waves lapped against eh shore, not a yard from where she slept on the diamond colored sand. Things were too precious to have materialistic things around. Things were perfect and as the serenity of the sun setting continued, a figure, cloaked by charcoal shadows emerged and walked towards the sleeping beauty. He knelt down beside her and from his deep pockets, drew a perfect white rose. Leaving it near her face, as he rose, he would always whisper, the same words, "It would never work." And as he disappeared back to wherever he came, she would awake, feeling the delicate rose on her copper tanned face. She would bring the rose close to her face, her nose, and smell its gingerly fragrance. And as the dream would close, she would whisper her reply, "It would never work."
These dreams would replay over and over again in her mind. Love was not for her. One day it would be right but not right now. Things were too crazy for any notion of romance but yet.Things, she knew, like the truth, take time but it was at moments, like that one that made her become so impatient. The guard went back around her heart and all of his images and her thoughts were stored in the place in her mind that fond memories were kept. They would always e there, for a rainy day or when things looked so bleak or depression had flooded her soaring spirit.she would always have those mental images and notes and whatever lese was subconsciously done during her most vulnerable time to date.
To overcome her so-called moment of weakness, her findings were the more she focused on her work and family, the less vulnerable she became. No serious events could shake her from the fine line she treated. Everything takes time and her heart fluttering and the beaming smile.she pushed him away. She started out too shy but jumped to being too forward and back to shy. She wanted so badly to kiss him and in her mind's deepest corner, she would do it if she ever were presented the chance but guilt and shaming factors took over, screaming how it was so wrong. And so the sate of confusing endured away and her guarded but as she learned from that moment, everyone deserves and needs to be a little weak, vulnerable, even her.no matter how hard she fought it, resisted it and will against it. Everything takes time and soon her time would come or maybe, just maybe, it already had and she was too her to admit it.
Sydney stopped typing for a moment and reflected over everything. She couldn't feel this way, let her heart be broken like this. He was seeing someone else and they were probably were very happy. No, they were happy. She had seen the way they looked at each other.it was too much to remember. When she found out, she let the emotions rise in her throat, burning like bile-almost escaping her lips. There. She was done. It couldn't go on any further but that's what she felt. That's what she felt towards Vaughn. A hair was quickly tucked behind her ear as she re-read her words, replaying those vivid dreams in her head over and over again. She wanted so desperately to run to the Joint Task Force Ops, grab him from his desk by his collar and-
She was pulled from her thoughts by what sounded like footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly hit the save button on her laptop and reached into her briefcase, resting against her shoulder. There was her gun, the one Vaughn had insisted she carry with her at all times. It was loaded and felt cold but familiar in her hand. She stood up and pressed herself against the chain fence, waiting for this person to show his/her face. The foot pattern almost seemed familiar but the adrenaline in her bones started pump so loudly that she had to strain her ears to hear. The person came closer and closer and as he turned the corner, Sydney aimed her gun and got ready. The person turned the corner and she..
TBC!
Title: Write Yourself Your Destiny
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it is still not mine. J.J. Abrams owns them.
Rating: G
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Summary: Written before the Abduction. Sydney's stuck with a writing assignment for a class and finds herself writing what she wish would happen.
A/N: I haven't forgotten about AND THE BLUEBIRD MAY FALL.I'm writing the next chapter right now! But read this one in the meantime and review, review, review!
She packed herself away into her car and started it. She had felt kind of bad about leaving Will all alone in the house but he could use some time to himself. This was so exciting. This was turning into the best assignment in the world and all she could do was mentally thank Professor Kennedy for it. One glance at her and you would think Hollywood. She was tall, skinny as anything, muscular, black tank-top, tight fitting jeans, brown hair left wavy and pulled half up half down, and great shoes. She had casually thrown on her silver framed sunglasses that only added to the effect. She caught her reflection inn one of her mirrors as she started to drive away. "Not bad." She spoke into the silence, suddenly smiling.
She felt the adrenaline pump through her veins as she realized where she was going. It was the perfect place to write. She pressed on the gas and before you could say; "Sloane is an SOB" she was there. It was absolutely perfect spot in the world. Secluded as anything and no body would be there. She had been careful and no one had followed her. Both phones were with her and she was covered at every possible angle. She tossed her sunglasses aside to the passenger seat and grabbed the briefcase with her laptop in it. She slung it over her shoulder and exited her car. The bag was a little heavy but it didn't bother her. She could finally get all of these feelings and emotions out into the open.have others learn something about her that was the truth and not know who it was really about. How incredibly perfect.
The warehouse was the best place in the world for this story. She had started to write it in her head from the moment she left the house. She hurried inside and found the ususal place where she and her love interest talked. The screen was thrown open and she began to type well over 65 words a minute. She needed to release everything that had bottled up so deeply inside her for such a long time. It had been over a year and she possibly had found "the one" but he was with someone else and she couldn't be with him and she couldn't talk to anyone about him and it was eating away at her like you would never believe.
***********************************************************************She kept her heart under such heavy guard for such long time she barely recognized love anymore. Well, it wasn't a horrible long time, after all. Her guard had never been let down for she feared getting hurt. Here, she now was in a state of sheer maybe, she had let her guard down and now didn't know what to do wit it. It only took a moment of all of her preconceived notions of what "love" or a "crush" or anything of that matter to go out of the window. It only took a second and after that, her feet were on the ground and her head in the clouds. Since then, many hours had been spent not knowing how to go about this. These bottled feelings were pressing on her and rising, wanting to escape so badly to escape,
That was never going to happen.
It couldn't
It shouldn't.
This wasn't like the movies on one hand and exactly the way is was on the other. They were influential, attractive, and smart but the nagging thought that ravaged her brain was, were they right for each other? He barely knew her.they had spoke about their jobs but when they spoke such small talk, she felt like she knew him forever. She knew everything and nothing about him. This couldn't be love.other people fall in love but not her.
She was the level headed one. She was the one who dreamed of foreign actors sweeping her off of her feet or being the leading lading to any male celebrity. Realistic love and crushes were for someone else. She didn't have time for it. It would get tarnished and spoiled by their busy schedules. It wouldn't work. It couldn't work.
Nagging questions kept her from her needed sleep and interrupted precious dreams. They would all end the same. She would be on angelic beach with the amber colored sun hiding beneath the ocean. The sky had lost its soft blue color and now vibrant colors of orange and rust intertwined themselves to make a fiery colored work/. Clouds turned to black shadows and trickled out from view. The salty ocean below acted disoriented mirror but remained peaceful. The waves lapped against eh shore, not a yard from where she slept on the diamond colored sand. Things were too precious to have materialistic things around. Things were perfect and as the serenity of the sun setting continued, a figure, cloaked by charcoal shadows emerged and walked towards the sleeping beauty. He knelt down beside her and from his deep pockets, drew a perfect white rose. Leaving it near her face, as he rose, he would always whisper, the same words, "It would never work." And as he disappeared back to wherever he came, she would awake, feeling the delicate rose on her copper tanned face. She would bring the rose close to her face, her nose, and smell its gingerly fragrance. And as the dream would close, she would whisper her reply, "It would never work."
These dreams would replay over and over again in her mind. Love was not for her. One day it would be right but not right now. Things were too crazy for any notion of romance but yet.Things, she knew, like the truth, take time but it was at moments, like that one that made her become so impatient. The guard went back around her heart and all of his images and her thoughts were stored in the place in her mind that fond memories were kept. They would always e there, for a rainy day or when things looked so bleak or depression had flooded her soaring spirit.she would always have those mental images and notes and whatever lese was subconsciously done during her most vulnerable time to date.
To overcome her so-called moment of weakness, her findings were the more she focused on her work and family, the less vulnerable she became. No serious events could shake her from the fine line she treated. Everything takes time and her heart fluttering and the beaming smile.she pushed him away. She started out too shy but jumped to being too forward and back to shy. She wanted so badly to kiss him and in her mind's deepest corner, she would do it if she ever were presented the chance but guilt and shaming factors took over, screaming how it was so wrong. And so the sate of confusing endured away and her guarded but as she learned from that moment, everyone deserves and needs to be a little weak, vulnerable, even her.no matter how hard she fought it, resisted it and will against it. Everything takes time and soon her time would come or maybe, just maybe, it already had and she was too her to admit it.
Sydney stopped typing for a moment and reflected over everything. She couldn't feel this way, let her heart be broken like this. He was seeing someone else and they were probably were very happy. No, they were happy. She had seen the way they looked at each other.it was too much to remember. When she found out, she let the emotions rise in her throat, burning like bile-almost escaping her lips. There. She was done. It couldn't go on any further but that's what she felt. That's what she felt towards Vaughn. A hair was quickly tucked behind her ear as she re-read her words, replaying those vivid dreams in her head over and over again. She wanted so desperately to run to the Joint Task Force Ops, grab him from his desk by his collar and-
She was pulled from her thoughts by what sounded like footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly hit the save button on her laptop and reached into her briefcase, resting against her shoulder. There was her gun, the one Vaughn had insisted she carry with her at all times. It was loaded and felt cold but familiar in her hand. She stood up and pressed herself against the chain fence, waiting for this person to show his/her face. The foot pattern almost seemed familiar but the adrenaline in her bones started pump so loudly that she had to strain her ears to hear. The person came closer and closer and as he turned the corner, Sydney aimed her gun and got ready. The person turned the corner and she..
TBC!