"Dude, go home and get some sleep."
"I can't Weiss."
Eric was getting fed up with his friend. He had been sitting there at his desk fretting all day. Piles of paperwork remained untouched in front of him. Today had definitely not been productive.
"You think playing with that damn coin is going to help?"
"What coin?" he replied absentmindedly.
"What coin? The one you always play with when you're worried about her."
Vaughn glanced down at his hand and saw that he was infact nervously fumbling with it. "Oh." He set it on the desk and went back to worrying about her.
"Sydney's fine. She always is. She'll be back tomorrow."
Something inside of Vaughn snapped. "She isn't always fine!" he shouted. "Alive? Yes. But fine? No. And this is different! It's not just her anymore. It's my child too. How am I supposed to not worry? The two most important things in my world are in Barcelona, and there's not a damn thing I can do to make sure they're safe!"
Eric frowned and shook his head helplessly. "See why Devlin didn't want emotional attachment?"
"What are you talking about? It's kept her alive!"
"Well maybe up to this point. But now she's just getting in the way. This little dream scenario you've thought up -taking down SD-6, getting married, and raising your kid happily ever after? Come back to the real world man. It doesn't happen like that."
"Get out."
"Mike -"
"I said get out!"
"Come on Mike..."
"Shut up and get the hell out."
Weiss turned and stormed out of the office. Vaughn sat and stared at where he had been standing.
What if he was right? What if they were being foolish to believe that somehow this would work out? Life wasn't a fairy tale. There was no happily ever after. At least not for him and Sydney. Why did they think this time would be any different?
Leaving the office, he stared up at the starry night. Perhaps it was written somewhere in the stars that Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn were not ever to find happiness.
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Sydney gazed at the Spanish sky from her hotel room. The mission had been a success and she would be heading back to L.A. soon. The sun was beginning to rise over Barcelona, bathing it in a soft romantic glow that inevitably turned her mind to thoughts of Vaughn. A few tiny stars still sparkled across the canvas of lavenders and indigos.
A lavender nursery room. Tiny yellow stars inducing the slumber of their precious child. Sydney and Vaughn by the crib, his arm loosely but protectively wrapped around her waist, staring at the bliss and innocence their love had created.
Her hand over her stomach, she focused her eyes on a single star, still proudly shining on the horizon. It was so soft and peaceful, yet so far away. She thought of herself and Vaughn, reaching out to claim their dream. But it was like that tiny star. Too far away to touch, always just out beyond the horizon
"I can't Weiss."
Eric was getting fed up with his friend. He had been sitting there at his desk fretting all day. Piles of paperwork remained untouched in front of him. Today had definitely not been productive.
"You think playing with that damn coin is going to help?"
"What coin?" he replied absentmindedly.
"What coin? The one you always play with when you're worried about her."
Vaughn glanced down at his hand and saw that he was infact nervously fumbling with it. "Oh." He set it on the desk and went back to worrying about her.
"Sydney's fine. She always is. She'll be back tomorrow."
Something inside of Vaughn snapped. "She isn't always fine!" he shouted. "Alive? Yes. But fine? No. And this is different! It's not just her anymore. It's my child too. How am I supposed to not worry? The two most important things in my world are in Barcelona, and there's not a damn thing I can do to make sure they're safe!"
Eric frowned and shook his head helplessly. "See why Devlin didn't want emotional attachment?"
"What are you talking about? It's kept her alive!"
"Well maybe up to this point. But now she's just getting in the way. This little dream scenario you've thought up -taking down SD-6, getting married, and raising your kid happily ever after? Come back to the real world man. It doesn't happen like that."
"Get out."
"Mike -"
"I said get out!"
"Come on Mike..."
"Shut up and get the hell out."
Weiss turned and stormed out of the office. Vaughn sat and stared at where he had been standing.
What if he was right? What if they were being foolish to believe that somehow this would work out? Life wasn't a fairy tale. There was no happily ever after. At least not for him and Sydney. Why did they think this time would be any different?
Leaving the office, he stared up at the starry night. Perhaps it was written somewhere in the stars that Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn were not ever to find happiness.
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Sydney gazed at the Spanish sky from her hotel room. The mission had been a success and she would be heading back to L.A. soon. The sun was beginning to rise over Barcelona, bathing it in a soft romantic glow that inevitably turned her mind to thoughts of Vaughn. A few tiny stars still sparkled across the canvas of lavenders and indigos.
A lavender nursery room. Tiny yellow stars inducing the slumber of their precious child. Sydney and Vaughn by the crib, his arm loosely but protectively wrapped around her waist, staring at the bliss and innocence their love had created.
Her hand over her stomach, she focused her eyes on a single star, still proudly shining on the horizon. It was so soft and peaceful, yet so far away. She thought of herself and Vaughn, reaching out to claim their dream. But it was like that tiny star. Too far away to touch, always just out beyond the horizon