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!
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 stood straight, "Hands on your head! On your knees!" She managed to bellow, not even thinking about who it might be. "Do it!" She barked again at the figure that had not and moved and held a black envelope in their left hand. His back was to her and she could not clearly see his face. It was obviously a male, trained agent. His body was toned and leaned. Her heart was pounding loudly and the adrenaline was pumping through her blood. Her thoughts were no longer rational. Did SD-6 find out about her and had her tailed? Worse, did she not notice she was being tailed?
"Drop what you're holding! And don't turn around!" The figure silently obeyed and threw the envelope down with at thud that echoed throughout the warehouse. Pieces of paper flew out and littered the cold cement floor. Curiosity got the best of her and she quickly glanced at the papers. They were of beautiful charcoal drawings of a girl.no, of a woman..of her. She stepped closer to the figure and pressed her gun against his neck. The figure immediately straightened up and all the muscles tensed. The darkness in the warehouse impeded her vision and even from that close, she could barely tell who it was. She had a gut feeling but she would rather be safe than sorry. "Turn around, slowly." The figure obeyed and he turned, Sydney let a sight of relief. He had only gotten half way around when she relaxed, dropping the cold gun barrel from his neck. "Vaughn, what the hell are you doing here?" She dropped her arm by her side and inhaled angrily. She had gone from being alone to thinking an assassin was after her to finding Vaughn, the man she had just been writing about!
Slightly out of breath, he replied, "I guess I could ask you the same question." He cocked his head to the side and shook it back and forth. "Were you going to kill me?" A sarcastic answer filled the silence.
"If I had known it was you, I wouldn't of! How was I suppose to you know you weren't SD-6?" She got defensive and her infamous temper flared like a phoenix's tail.
This took a moment for Vaughn to come up with a reply. His green eyes flashed a cocky look as he spoke, "You knew I wasn't SD-6."
"What are you doing here?" She demanded once more, turning her back towards him and walked over to her laptop and her bag. The gun was placed back in her bag and began to sit down. She quietly fussed with her things as she waited for a reply. She soon found herself sitting back down and beckoning for him to join her.
He grabbed his folder and gathered the fallen papers. "Like I said, I could ask you the same thing. Why don't you go first and then I'll tell you what I'm doing here. Sound fair?" He sat on the ground next to her and let his eyes wander over her closed laptop on the other side of her body. "Writing?" He turned towards her and his athletic body brought him to sit near her. His eyes bounced between her body and his folder.double checking a few things.
Her eyes watched him for a moment. He wore a pair of jeans and lazy t- shirt. Every muscle in his body was etched perfectly. "Yeah." She collapsed deeper down to her spot and crossed her ankles, not wanting to look at him while she spoke. "I have this assignment for a writing course I'm taking..you have to write what you know and write what you wish would happen or about something along those lines." Images that had formed in her head about the Joint Task Force and kissing him flooded her mind and blushed her cheeks. She pulled her heeled feet underneath her and sat Indian style.
"What were you writing about?" His voice was calm, soothing, and oh so sensuous. He couldn't judge her emotions at all. She had leaned back into the fence and starred intently at the open area before her. He leaned in a littler closer to her, completely rapt in her every breath, sigh, flutter, wink, or movement she made.
"Personal." She barely whispered. *Please don't ask to read it. Please don't ask to read.* she silently begged, closing her eyes for a split moment.
"I understand." His tone matched hers and his forehead began to wrinkle. "Some things are just personal." He looked away from her and back down at the folder.
"What were you doing here?" She brought her voice to normal volume. He didn't respond right away, so she turned her body towards him, "C'mon, it's only fair."
He was uncomfortable. "Promise not to laugh?"
"Swear to it." A wondering smile parted her lips. She had no idea what he was going to say.
"I was coming here," he sighed, threw his head back, and laughed a little, "to draw."
"You're an artist? Is that what's in that folder? Vaughn!" He had kept such a secret from her. This is excited her so much. Her "crush" was an artist. This was almost too good to be true. "Can I see?"
This was his deep dark secret. He only felt inspired when he was alone, at the one place where they could look at each other and talk. His works revolved around her and his life in the CIA, each slightly different in its own way but each showing how much he thought of her. The fact that she wanted to see them was mortifying. He finally looked at her and with the purest heart of all replied, "Only if I can read your works." Pure terror took hold of her and it was evident in her eyes. "Unless you don't want me to."
She swallowed hard and looked at him. It was now or never. "Sure. If I can see your art." She grabbed her laptop, which never felt so heavy to her hands and handed it to him. He opened the screen and found the word document before him. His eyes flickered back towards her and handed her the artwork. He barely watched her reply and started to read. His eyes got wide during some parts and more relaxed during others.
She went through the portfolio and reached the last drawing. They were all of her but this one, this one had her standing looking in a mirror and her reflection was Vaughn looking back at her with a lipstick stain on his cheek. A single tear was drawn down her cheek. She meant this much to him. Every one was more beautiful then the last. Tears started to fill her eyes as she gingerly put each respected work back. "These are beautiful." She finally remarked.
He looked at her for a moment, clearly embarrassed over his drawings, "Thank..uh, thank you." He raised his eyebrows every time he spoke a word. "Well now that you've seen those." His embarrassment grew but his eyes drifted back towards the screen. It was alright to be embarrassed in front of Sydney. They were alike in so many ways and deserved to be together. Vaughn shut the screen lightly and looked at her and whispered something she couldn't understand but he repeated it, "You've never been weak, you know." His eyes looked almost annoyed and they were. He couldn't believe that she ever saw him as weak.
She felt the tears brim over a little bit, "I can be and I cover it up well."
"You know you don't have to with me. That you never have to cover anything up." He looked down at the laptop and frowned a bit. "I'm so." His emerald eyes focused on her for a moment longer, "You trusted me to read this..I'm so.."
"What?" She pleaded, feeling the fear in her body rise up again. She was becoming desperate for an answer and every moment was pure torture.
"I have a different ending for this. A better ending for this." He smiled a little bit and almost laughed a little. "It would make it that much better."
"I shouldn't have had you read it." She said, instantly remorseful over her puppy love story. "What was I thinking?" Mortification was the worst feeling in the world for her. It swallowed her body whole and made her skin crawl. She needed to get out of there. She got to her feet and started to walk out of the warehouse, leaving the pictures behind her. All she needed to do was get out of there. What was Vaughn going to say? He probably figured out that the story was about him and asked to be reassigned. He was going to suggest that she not hand the story in or she should do something else. She ran, as fast as she could in her heels, towards the door but it was then that her weakness caught up with her. She looked back for a moment only to find Vaughn, running full speed at her. He came right up to her, paused slightly, and tucked his hand behind her neck. She held her breath and felt every worry line show and a lack of oxygen to her brain.
"You're never weak." He barely whispered and leaned in closer and closer. She stood there like a stone, "Don't put your guard up. It could work." And he leaned in that much closer until his lips tenderly touched hers. Their kiss grew in intensity and soon the lack of oxygen made them dizzy. They parted slightly, both panting. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."
"Oh I do." She said in between breaths. "Did we just..."
"Yeah." He smiled. "So how a about that for the ending? She gets the guy in the end and they are so much in love.they've known each other for only a year but they know everything about each other. They can complete each other's sentences and he's her guardian angel and she's his reason for life.
"That could work." She cried her tears of happiness that his lips had finally touched hers.
He leaned in towards her and pulled her close to a tender embrace and a passionate kiss.
A sweet happy ending! Please review and review! Both good and bad! I need some constructive criticism! Thank you for reading! I might do a sequel but I have to finish AND THE BLUEBIRD MAY FALL, which is still in process. If you liked this one, then you'll LOVE that one!
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!
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 stood straight, "Hands on your head! On your knees!" She managed to bellow, not even thinking about who it might be. "Do it!" She barked again at the figure that had not and moved and held a black envelope in their left hand. His back was to her and she could not clearly see his face. It was obviously a male, trained agent. His body was toned and leaned. Her heart was pounding loudly and the adrenaline was pumping through her blood. Her thoughts were no longer rational. Did SD-6 find out about her and had her tailed? Worse, did she not notice she was being tailed?
"Drop what you're holding! And don't turn around!" The figure silently obeyed and threw the envelope down with at thud that echoed throughout the warehouse. Pieces of paper flew out and littered the cold cement floor. Curiosity got the best of her and she quickly glanced at the papers. They were of beautiful charcoal drawings of a girl.no, of a woman..of her. She stepped closer to the figure and pressed her gun against his neck. The figure immediately straightened up and all the muscles tensed. The darkness in the warehouse impeded her vision and even from that close, she could barely tell who it was. She had a gut feeling but she would rather be safe than sorry. "Turn around, slowly." The figure obeyed and he turned, Sydney let a sight of relief. He had only gotten half way around when she relaxed, dropping the cold gun barrel from his neck. "Vaughn, what the hell are you doing here?" She dropped her arm by her side and inhaled angrily. She had gone from being alone to thinking an assassin was after her to finding Vaughn, the man she had just been writing about!
Slightly out of breath, he replied, "I guess I could ask you the same question." He cocked his head to the side and shook it back and forth. "Were you going to kill me?" A sarcastic answer filled the silence.
"If I had known it was you, I wouldn't of! How was I suppose to you know you weren't SD-6?" She got defensive and her infamous temper flared like a phoenix's tail.
This took a moment for Vaughn to come up with a reply. His green eyes flashed a cocky look as he spoke, "You knew I wasn't SD-6."
"What are you doing here?" She demanded once more, turning her back towards him and walked over to her laptop and her bag. The gun was placed back in her bag and began to sit down. She quietly fussed with her things as she waited for a reply. She soon found herself sitting back down and beckoning for him to join her.
He grabbed his folder and gathered the fallen papers. "Like I said, I could ask you the same thing. Why don't you go first and then I'll tell you what I'm doing here. Sound fair?" He sat on the ground next to her and let his eyes wander over her closed laptop on the other side of her body. "Writing?" He turned towards her and his athletic body brought him to sit near her. His eyes bounced between her body and his folder.double checking a few things.
Her eyes watched him for a moment. He wore a pair of jeans and lazy t- shirt. Every muscle in his body was etched perfectly. "Yeah." She collapsed deeper down to her spot and crossed her ankles, not wanting to look at him while she spoke. "I have this assignment for a writing course I'm taking..you have to write what you know and write what you wish would happen or about something along those lines." Images that had formed in her head about the Joint Task Force and kissing him flooded her mind and blushed her cheeks. She pulled her heeled feet underneath her and sat Indian style.
"What were you writing about?" His voice was calm, soothing, and oh so sensuous. He couldn't judge her emotions at all. She had leaned back into the fence and starred intently at the open area before her. He leaned in a littler closer to her, completely rapt in her every breath, sigh, flutter, wink, or movement she made.
"Personal." She barely whispered. *Please don't ask to read it. Please don't ask to read.* she silently begged, closing her eyes for a split moment.
"I understand." His tone matched hers and his forehead began to wrinkle. "Some things are just personal." He looked away from her and back down at the folder.
"What were you doing here?" She brought her voice to normal volume. He didn't respond right away, so she turned her body towards him, "C'mon, it's only fair."
He was uncomfortable. "Promise not to laugh?"
"Swear to it." A wondering smile parted her lips. She had no idea what he was going to say.
"I was coming here," he sighed, threw his head back, and laughed a little, "to draw."
"You're an artist? Is that what's in that folder? Vaughn!" He had kept such a secret from her. This is excited her so much. Her "crush" was an artist. This was almost too good to be true. "Can I see?"
This was his deep dark secret. He only felt inspired when he was alone, at the one place where they could look at each other and talk. His works revolved around her and his life in the CIA, each slightly different in its own way but each showing how much he thought of her. The fact that she wanted to see them was mortifying. He finally looked at her and with the purest heart of all replied, "Only if I can read your works." Pure terror took hold of her and it was evident in her eyes. "Unless you don't want me to."
She swallowed hard and looked at him. It was now or never. "Sure. If I can see your art." She grabbed her laptop, which never felt so heavy to her hands and handed it to him. He opened the screen and found the word document before him. His eyes flickered back towards her and handed her the artwork. He barely watched her reply and started to read. His eyes got wide during some parts and more relaxed during others.
She went through the portfolio and reached the last drawing. They were all of her but this one, this one had her standing looking in a mirror and her reflection was Vaughn looking back at her with a lipstick stain on his cheek. A single tear was drawn down her cheek. She meant this much to him. Every one was more beautiful then the last. Tears started to fill her eyes as she gingerly put each respected work back. "These are beautiful." She finally remarked.
He looked at her for a moment, clearly embarrassed over his drawings, "Thank..uh, thank you." He raised his eyebrows every time he spoke a word. "Well now that you've seen those." His embarrassment grew but his eyes drifted back towards the screen. It was alright to be embarrassed in front of Sydney. They were alike in so many ways and deserved to be together. Vaughn shut the screen lightly and looked at her and whispered something she couldn't understand but he repeated it, "You've never been weak, you know." His eyes looked almost annoyed and they were. He couldn't believe that she ever saw him as weak.
She felt the tears brim over a little bit, "I can be and I cover it up well."
"You know you don't have to with me. That you never have to cover anything up." He looked down at the laptop and frowned a bit. "I'm so." His emerald eyes focused on her for a moment longer, "You trusted me to read this..I'm so.."
"What?" She pleaded, feeling the fear in her body rise up again. She was becoming desperate for an answer and every moment was pure torture.
"I have a different ending for this. A better ending for this." He smiled a little bit and almost laughed a little. "It would make it that much better."
"I shouldn't have had you read it." She said, instantly remorseful over her puppy love story. "What was I thinking?" Mortification was the worst feeling in the world for her. It swallowed her body whole and made her skin crawl. She needed to get out of there. She got to her feet and started to walk out of the warehouse, leaving the pictures behind her. All she needed to do was get out of there. What was Vaughn going to say? He probably figured out that the story was about him and asked to be reassigned. He was going to suggest that she not hand the story in or she should do something else. She ran, as fast as she could in her heels, towards the door but it was then that her weakness caught up with her. She looked back for a moment only to find Vaughn, running full speed at her. He came right up to her, paused slightly, and tucked his hand behind her neck. She held her breath and felt every worry line show and a lack of oxygen to her brain.
"You're never weak." He barely whispered and leaned in closer and closer. She stood there like a stone, "Don't put your guard up. It could work." And he leaned in that much closer until his lips tenderly touched hers. Their kiss grew in intensity and soon the lack of oxygen made them dizzy. They parted slightly, both panting. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."
"Oh I do." She said in between breaths. "Did we just..."
"Yeah." He smiled. "So how a about that for the ending? She gets the guy in the end and they are so much in love.they've known each other for only a year but they know everything about each other. They can complete each other's sentences and he's her guardian angel and she's his reason for life.
"That could work." She cried her tears of happiness that his lips had finally touched hers.
He leaned in towards her and pulled her close to a tender embrace and a passionate kiss.
A sweet happy ending! Please review and review! Both good and bad! I need some constructive criticism! Thank you for reading! I might do a sequel but I have to finish AND THE BLUEBIRD MAY FALL, which is still in process. If you liked this one, then you'll LOVE that one!