The Sweetest Thing
A/N- This came to me rather unexpectedly while biking over to math class. As such, it's not a particularly developed idea, just a bit of fluff. But I'll do what I can with it. Reviews- Please? Pretty Please? Disclaimer- No matter ho much I wish they did, Syd, Vaughn, Francie and anybody else who may come up don't belong to me. You win some, you lose some. Also, the song "Crash and Burn" is from Savage Garden. A/N again- This takes place some time shortly after "The Indicator", the next morning I guess.
This had been worst night of her life, and there'd been a lot of bad nights. Since she'd been little, there had always been one parent who was "the bad guy", a black and white difference. First her mother was the saint, but then she found out who her mother had actually been. Her father had instantly been promoted instead. And now this. In the last few weeks, she'd been shot by her mother and nearly blown up by her father. Not to mention finding out about "Project Christmas". Now the line between parents had blurred; neither was black or white. They were both just grey. Very dark grey.
She felt lower than dirt. 'Aren't your family the people you are supposed to be able to depend on?' she thought with a sardonic smile. Not in the Bristow family. But then, they were anything but normal.
Sydney sat up in bed. If she stayed any longer then Francie would notice, and the last thing she wanted was an interrogation right then. Besides, she had a meeting with Sloane at noon. Not that she wanted to go do that any more than she wanted to have to lie to Francie.
Heaving a deep sigh, Sydney slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Half an hour later she was out of the shower and dressed. She was about to dry her hair when the doorbell rang. Her natural defenses kicked in immediately, but she decided that anyone who wanted to hurt her or her friends wouldn't bother to ring. She headed towards the door and opened it cautiously. A pair of brown eyes stared at her from a round face.
"A package for Miss," He glanced down at his list, "Sydney Bristow?"
"Yes, that's me," she replied, curiously. Who ever sent her anything? If it was from her father, she swore to herself that she was going to burn it. Whatever it was.
"Sign here please," the delivery man said. She hurriedly did so, then grabbed the thin white box and stepped back inside. She plopped down on the couch, but before she could open her package Francie's voice floated down from her room.
"Who was that, Syd?" she asked, poking her head out of the door.
"Just a guy delivering me a package."
"Anything good?"
"No, just something for work. A bunch of documents from a client." As much as she hated lying to her friends, Sydney somehow felt that this was something that she should open without her Francie looking over her shoulder.
Francie stepped into the hall. "Okay, well, I need to get down to the restaurant. How do I look?"
"Perfect," Sydney said with a smile, glad not to have to lie this time. She hugged Francie goodbye, then waited until she was out the door to return to her box. Cautiously she removed the tape on the sides, the lifted the lid.
Inside were a CD, a note, and a single gorgeous red rose. She was immediately touched but also deeply suspicious of Jack. But, then again, this wasn't his style. If he'd been trying to buy her back he would have sent dozens of roses. He would never realize that just one would touch her far more.
Intrigued, Sydney pulled out the note.
Syd, I know that this has been incredibly hard for you, and I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to know that I'll always, always be here for you and that. well, you'll hear the rest.
As Always, Your Guardian Angel
Sydney stared at the note, dumbfounded in a wonderful way. She lifted the rose almost reverently from the box and held it gently to her nose, inhaling the wonderful scent. She carried the rose and the CD into her room and popped it into her Discman. 4 TRACKS, it displayed. Slipping the headphones onto her ears she pressed play. The voice that meant more to her than anything flooded into her ears.
I know that this isn't really safe, Syd, and before I start the practical part of me has to get it's say in and tell you that you have to destroy this after you listen to it. I'm so sorry for putting you in danger like this. I just. well, I know what it's like to lose a father and, well, even though it was in a different way for me. Well, you know what I'm trying to say. You always do.
She could hear the smile in his voice on the last comment, and a small smile crept onto her own face as well. She had always thought that it was him who knew what she was thinking. Maybe it was some of both.
Anyway, I heard this song on the radio tonight and thought that it could say what I wanted to much better than I ever could. So, without further ado.
The Discman whirred as the track changed. So did the voice.
When you feel all alone.
'Crash and Burn,' she thought. How could she have known how much she loved this song? (A/N- I'm not putting all the lyrics in right now. Whole songs in fics are one of my pet peeves. If you've never heard the song before, it would probably be a good idea to find them for yourself. They're not hard to find.) Still, she realized as the song played, she had never really listened to the lyrics before. They fit her life so well.
You're not alone.
As the last line played, she pushed pause on the CD player. She was briefly shocked to feel the tears on her face; she hadn't really even realized that she had been crying. That was exactly how she had been feeling, so alone that she didn't know what to do. And Vaughn had been there to "break her fall". Getting herself back under control, the thought crossed her mind that this was the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for her. But then, that was to be expected, because Vaughn was the sweetest person she had ever known.
Syd wiped the last of the tears from her eyes and pressed play again. The beloved voice returned.
Syd, this one is a warning. I just. I would never want to hurt you, and if you're not ready to hear what I have to say, then don't listen to the next track. Let's just say that, unless protocol has lost all meaning for you, stop this now.
'Protocol?' Sydney thought, confused. What does protocol have to do with anything?
By the time she realized what he was going to say, it would have been to late to stop the recording if she had wanted to.
Sydney.I love you.
A/N- This came to me rather unexpectedly while biking over to math class. As such, it's not a particularly developed idea, just a bit of fluff. But I'll do what I can with it. Reviews- Please? Pretty Please? Disclaimer- No matter ho much I wish they did, Syd, Vaughn, Francie and anybody else who may come up don't belong to me. You win some, you lose some. Also, the song "Crash and Burn" is from Savage Garden. A/N again- This takes place some time shortly after "The Indicator", the next morning I guess.
This had been worst night of her life, and there'd been a lot of bad nights. Since she'd been little, there had always been one parent who was "the bad guy", a black and white difference. First her mother was the saint, but then she found out who her mother had actually been. Her father had instantly been promoted instead. And now this. In the last few weeks, she'd been shot by her mother and nearly blown up by her father. Not to mention finding out about "Project Christmas". Now the line between parents had blurred; neither was black or white. They were both just grey. Very dark grey.
She felt lower than dirt. 'Aren't your family the people you are supposed to be able to depend on?' she thought with a sardonic smile. Not in the Bristow family. But then, they were anything but normal.
Sydney sat up in bed. If she stayed any longer then Francie would notice, and the last thing she wanted was an interrogation right then. Besides, she had a meeting with Sloane at noon. Not that she wanted to go do that any more than she wanted to have to lie to Francie.
Heaving a deep sigh, Sydney slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Half an hour later she was out of the shower and dressed. She was about to dry her hair when the doorbell rang. Her natural defenses kicked in immediately, but she decided that anyone who wanted to hurt her or her friends wouldn't bother to ring. She headed towards the door and opened it cautiously. A pair of brown eyes stared at her from a round face.
"A package for Miss," He glanced down at his list, "Sydney Bristow?"
"Yes, that's me," she replied, curiously. Who ever sent her anything? If it was from her father, she swore to herself that she was going to burn it. Whatever it was.
"Sign here please," the delivery man said. She hurriedly did so, then grabbed the thin white box and stepped back inside. She plopped down on the couch, but before she could open her package Francie's voice floated down from her room.
"Who was that, Syd?" she asked, poking her head out of the door.
"Just a guy delivering me a package."
"Anything good?"
"No, just something for work. A bunch of documents from a client." As much as she hated lying to her friends, Sydney somehow felt that this was something that she should open without her Francie looking over her shoulder.
Francie stepped into the hall. "Okay, well, I need to get down to the restaurant. How do I look?"
"Perfect," Sydney said with a smile, glad not to have to lie this time. She hugged Francie goodbye, then waited until she was out the door to return to her box. Cautiously she removed the tape on the sides, the lifted the lid.
Inside were a CD, a note, and a single gorgeous red rose. She was immediately touched but also deeply suspicious of Jack. But, then again, this wasn't his style. If he'd been trying to buy her back he would have sent dozens of roses. He would never realize that just one would touch her far more.
Intrigued, Sydney pulled out the note.
Syd, I know that this has been incredibly hard for you, and I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to know that I'll always, always be here for you and that. well, you'll hear the rest.
As Always, Your Guardian Angel
Sydney stared at the note, dumbfounded in a wonderful way. She lifted the rose almost reverently from the box and held it gently to her nose, inhaling the wonderful scent. She carried the rose and the CD into her room and popped it into her Discman. 4 TRACKS, it displayed. Slipping the headphones onto her ears she pressed play. The voice that meant more to her than anything flooded into her ears.
I know that this isn't really safe, Syd, and before I start the practical part of me has to get it's say in and tell you that you have to destroy this after you listen to it. I'm so sorry for putting you in danger like this. I just. well, I know what it's like to lose a father and, well, even though it was in a different way for me. Well, you know what I'm trying to say. You always do.
She could hear the smile in his voice on the last comment, and a small smile crept onto her own face as well. She had always thought that it was him who knew what she was thinking. Maybe it was some of both.
Anyway, I heard this song on the radio tonight and thought that it could say what I wanted to much better than I ever could. So, without further ado.
The Discman whirred as the track changed. So did the voice.
When you feel all alone.
'Crash and Burn,' she thought. How could she have known how much she loved this song? (A/N- I'm not putting all the lyrics in right now. Whole songs in fics are one of my pet peeves. If you've never heard the song before, it would probably be a good idea to find them for yourself. They're not hard to find.) Still, she realized as the song played, she had never really listened to the lyrics before. They fit her life so well.
You're not alone.
As the last line played, she pushed pause on the CD player. She was briefly shocked to feel the tears on her face; she hadn't really even realized that she had been crying. That was exactly how she had been feeling, so alone that she didn't know what to do. And Vaughn had been there to "break her fall". Getting herself back under control, the thought crossed her mind that this was the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for her. But then, that was to be expected, because Vaughn was the sweetest person she had ever known.
Syd wiped the last of the tears from her eyes and pressed play again. The beloved voice returned.
Syd, this one is a warning. I just. I would never want to hurt you, and if you're not ready to hear what I have to say, then don't listen to the next track. Let's just say that, unless protocol has lost all meaning for you, stop this now.
'Protocol?' Sydney thought, confused. What does protocol have to do with anything?
By the time she realized what he was going to say, it would have been to late to stop the recording if she had wanted to.
Sydney.I love you.
