Ya know what? I actually outlined my whole fic yesterday. Usually I just
sit and write. But I actually have a plan! WOW! And...a new chapter! Keep
those reviews coming...PLEASE! A few days have elapsed since the last part
of the fic.
For the first time, Sydney found herself thankful for the dark shadows of the warehouse. While they usually masked loving gazes and the deep emerald of his eyes, tonight they hid the garrish purple bruises that mottled her face and her arms.
Sydney accomplished her-counter mission, as usual, but narrowly escaped with her life yet again. She had been captured by a security team and beaten before Dixon managed to get her out. It couldn't by a longshot be considered the first time she'd had a close call, and it almost certainly would not be the last.
But this time was different.
This time there was more than one life at stake. There was a baby. And there was Vaughn to think about as well.
She outlined the mission on a paper bag as usual when she returned, trying to just put the main points instead of the horrid details. She hated to scare Vaughn, but she knew he would be upset anyway.
Tonight she just prayed he wouldn't see the bruises. That would only make him more concerned.
As soon as Vaughn heard Sydney enter the warehouse, he stopped pacing and rushed to her. Int eh dim lighting he failed to see the injuries she bore. He embraced her tightly, wanting to relish in the fact that she had once more returned to him and was safe in his arms. As soon as they wrapped around her, however, she cried out in pain and he stepped back in alarm.
"Sydney? What is it? What's wrong?"
Sydney said nothing, but stepped a bit more into the light. Immediately he took in the dark purple ring around her eye, the bruises on her face, a deep cut on her arm.
"Oh G-d, Sydney." The pain dripped from his voice.
"I'm fine. Really. It's nothing."
"Let me see."
"Vaughn..."
"Sydney, come here."
He carefully pulled her into the light and examined her wounds. Seeing the awful bruises was too much. He clenched his eyes closed.
"Vaughn, it's nothing! You know I've seen worse. Please, don't be upset. I'm fine."
"Well I'm not fine Sydney! Everytime you leave...I don't know what's going to happen. You're my world Sydney. You and the baby. I can't stand it when you're hurt. Just thinking of someone...DOING that to you..." he couldn't countinue.
Sydney found her way into his embrace, this time ignoring the pain it created. She wanted to be close to him, to hear the reassuring beat of his heart.
"Vaughn, the only thing I could think about was coming back to you. You keep me alive! I'll always come back to you. Don't ever worry about that."
He held her a few moments longer, needing the reassurance that she really was safe and with him.
"Here, let's clean that cut up."
This time, Sydney didn't protest. She allowed him to get out the first aid kit and clean and bandage the wound. Somehow, she knew he needed this, he needed to take care of her in the only way he could.
For the first time, Sydney found herself thankful for the dark shadows of the warehouse. While they usually masked loving gazes and the deep emerald of his eyes, tonight they hid the garrish purple bruises that mottled her face and her arms.
Sydney accomplished her-counter mission, as usual, but narrowly escaped with her life yet again. She had been captured by a security team and beaten before Dixon managed to get her out. It couldn't by a longshot be considered the first time she'd had a close call, and it almost certainly would not be the last.
But this time was different.
This time there was more than one life at stake. There was a baby. And there was Vaughn to think about as well.
She outlined the mission on a paper bag as usual when she returned, trying to just put the main points instead of the horrid details. She hated to scare Vaughn, but she knew he would be upset anyway.
Tonight she just prayed he wouldn't see the bruises. That would only make him more concerned.
As soon as Vaughn heard Sydney enter the warehouse, he stopped pacing and rushed to her. Int eh dim lighting he failed to see the injuries she bore. He embraced her tightly, wanting to relish in the fact that she had once more returned to him and was safe in his arms. As soon as they wrapped around her, however, she cried out in pain and he stepped back in alarm.
"Sydney? What is it? What's wrong?"
Sydney said nothing, but stepped a bit more into the light. Immediately he took in the dark purple ring around her eye, the bruises on her face, a deep cut on her arm.
"Oh G-d, Sydney." The pain dripped from his voice.
"I'm fine. Really. It's nothing."
"Let me see."
"Vaughn..."
"Sydney, come here."
He carefully pulled her into the light and examined her wounds. Seeing the awful bruises was too much. He clenched his eyes closed.
"Vaughn, it's nothing! You know I've seen worse. Please, don't be upset. I'm fine."
"Well I'm not fine Sydney! Everytime you leave...I don't know what's going to happen. You're my world Sydney. You and the baby. I can't stand it when you're hurt. Just thinking of someone...DOING that to you..." he couldn't countinue.
Sydney found her way into his embrace, this time ignoring the pain it created. She wanted to be close to him, to hear the reassuring beat of his heart.
"Vaughn, the only thing I could think about was coming back to you. You keep me alive! I'll always come back to you. Don't ever worry about that."
He held her a few moments longer, needing the reassurance that she really was safe and with him.
"Here, let's clean that cut up."
This time, Sydney didn't protest. She allowed him to get out the first aid kit and clean and bandage the wound. Somehow, she knew he needed this, he needed to take care of her in the only way he could.