Hey everyone. I was finished with my AP U.S. History test today and I got
bored and thought of this. The theme has been used before, but hey, we've
got one season to work with so a lot of us have the same theme! This is my
take on it. Read and tell me how you like it! It starts out shippy but I've
got some serious angst in the works!
This Life
Chapter 1
Vaughn sprawled out on the couch, an old hockey tape playing and a beer in his hand. Beer. He didn't even like it, but it was available and he had an overwhelming need to get senselessly smashed.
How in the world had he, the put-together, sophisticated CIA man become so hopelessly wrecked over a woman? And not just any woman. The woman that he absolutely could not have. She was more forbidden than the boss's wife. Devlin would probably rather him sleep with his wife than sleep with Sydney. She was his agent, and she was his weakness. Her latest mission had nearly been his undoing. She barely made it out of the building before it blew up. For an amount of time that seemed interminably long to Vaugh, though in actuality was only a few minutes, she had been missing and presumed dead. For the first time he thanked God Dixon had been there.
And now I'm sitting here in shock of almost losing the woman that I never had. He popped open another can of beer and gulped down an awful mouthful of the vile liquid, hoping it would numb his taste buds as well as his mind. He found himself wishing he wasn't so alcohol tolerant. He'd never get a buzz at this rate.
Donovan was sitting at the front door, growling.
"Stop it Donovan!"
The white bulldog paused for a moment, then returned to growling.
"Donovan, it's pouring down rain, I'm not taking you for a walk."
With an exasperated sigh, Vaughn turned off the TV and went to put Donovan outside.
Then he heard the quiet but urgent rapping on his door. At midnight?
He slowly opened the door.
"Sydney? Dear G-d!" He yanked her inside, slamming and locking the door. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He had been so shocked to see her at first he hadn't noticed her appearance. She was dripping wet and freezing cold, as she was trembling all over.
He grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around her.
"Sydney, what's wrong? Are you sure you weren't followed?"
"I drove Francie's car and I checked for tails," she said shakily.
"Are you ok?"
Sydney broke and began to sob.
"I just...after the mission I was thinking...I almost died and I never...then I had to lie again to Francie and Will..."
"You never what Sydney?"
"So many things!"
Vaughn wrapped his arms around her, oblivious to how wet he was becoming.
"I'm so sick of lying Vaughn! I can't tell my friends anything. I can't tell anyone the truth."
"You can tell me. Anytime you need to talk."
"No Vaughn, I can't."
It was a crushing blow to Vaughn.
"Why not?" he said softly.
"Because I'm not allowed! I'm not suppoed to feel what I'm feeling!" she began to cry harder.
Vaughn couldn't hold it back. "I love you Sydney. I know I shouldn't but I do. I know it's not allowed but if there's any chance you feel the same way..."
"I love you Vaughn. When I realized that I almost died and never got to tell you how I felt, I just had to see you."
"We're going to get through this. We'll bring them down. I'll wait for you." Sydney came in close and they kissed, long, slow, and sweet.
"Why wait?" she said softly.
"Because..." he began, then kissed her again. "I don't know. I can't think of a reason...I can't think straight when I look at you..."
This Life
Chapter 1
Vaughn sprawled out on the couch, an old hockey tape playing and a beer in his hand. Beer. He didn't even like it, but it was available and he had an overwhelming need to get senselessly smashed.
How in the world had he, the put-together, sophisticated CIA man become so hopelessly wrecked over a woman? And not just any woman. The woman that he absolutely could not have. She was more forbidden than the boss's wife. Devlin would probably rather him sleep with his wife than sleep with Sydney. She was his agent, and she was his weakness. Her latest mission had nearly been his undoing. She barely made it out of the building before it blew up. For an amount of time that seemed interminably long to Vaugh, though in actuality was only a few minutes, she had been missing and presumed dead. For the first time he thanked God Dixon had been there.
And now I'm sitting here in shock of almost losing the woman that I never had. He popped open another can of beer and gulped down an awful mouthful of the vile liquid, hoping it would numb his taste buds as well as his mind. He found himself wishing he wasn't so alcohol tolerant. He'd never get a buzz at this rate.
Donovan was sitting at the front door, growling.
"Stop it Donovan!"
The white bulldog paused for a moment, then returned to growling.
"Donovan, it's pouring down rain, I'm not taking you for a walk."
With an exasperated sigh, Vaughn turned off the TV and went to put Donovan outside.
Then he heard the quiet but urgent rapping on his door. At midnight?
He slowly opened the door.
"Sydney? Dear G-d!" He yanked her inside, slamming and locking the door. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He had been so shocked to see her at first he hadn't noticed her appearance. She was dripping wet and freezing cold, as she was trembling all over.
He grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around her.
"Sydney, what's wrong? Are you sure you weren't followed?"
"I drove Francie's car and I checked for tails," she said shakily.
"Are you ok?"
Sydney broke and began to sob.
"I just...after the mission I was thinking...I almost died and I never...then I had to lie again to Francie and Will..."
"You never what Sydney?"
"So many things!"
Vaughn wrapped his arms around her, oblivious to how wet he was becoming.
"I'm so sick of lying Vaughn! I can't tell my friends anything. I can't tell anyone the truth."
"You can tell me. Anytime you need to talk."
"No Vaughn, I can't."
It was a crushing blow to Vaughn.
"Why not?" he said softly.
"Because I'm not allowed! I'm not suppoed to feel what I'm feeling!" she began to cry harder.
Vaughn couldn't hold it back. "I love you Sydney. I know I shouldn't but I do. I know it's not allowed but if there's any chance you feel the same way..."
"I love you Vaughn. When I realized that I almost died and never got to tell you how I felt, I just had to see you."
"We're going to get through this. We'll bring them down. I'll wait for you." Sydney came in close and they kissed, long, slow, and sweet.
"Why wait?" she said softly.
"Because..." he began, then kissed her again. "I don't know. I can't think of a reason...I can't think straight when I look at you..."