She's his yellow brick road

Leading him on

And letting him go

As far as she lets him go

Going down to nowhere

As I sing, I lift my eyes to meet those of my husband. He winks, and I let the feeling of content was over me.

She puts on her makeup

The same was she did yesterday

Hoping everythings the same

But everything has changed

I wrote this song the day after Ian proposed. I waited until today to sing it.

In my mind

Everything we did was right

Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side

How could I have ever been so blind

You give me something to sleep to at night

The CIA took him in, although he refuses to disclose any information about Sark. We don't really work together that much, because he's not much of a field agent. I guess it's better that way; he doesn't really know how much danger I'm in, and we can't drive each other crazy.

He wakes up to sound

So scared that she's leaving

He wishes she were still

Asleep next to him

Hoping she will change

We've been married for three years now, and we've loved every second of it. He met my parents a few weeks after we moved in together, and they loved him. Poppa and Dad were a little overprotective, but he managed to win them over. Dad even hooked him on hockey, an addiction that runs strong in the Vaughn veins. Mom's not bothered by the whole Sark thing, although it did make her see a different side to him.

In my mind

Everything we did was right

Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side

How could I have ever been so blind

You give me something to sleep to at night

Exactly a year after I entered Rambaldi's cave, I started getting dreams. They were vivid, depicting different scenes of chaos and peace. That is his gift to me, as his heir. I know now what he was saying, because that was the night Ian proposed.

You give me something to sleep to

And all I know is

You give me something to dream to

When I'm all alone and blue

Don't leave me now

Don't leave me now

Rambaldi was never loved by a woman because of his prophecies, and he didn't want that for me. I had to be loved strongly in order to receive his gift. I use my knowledge wisely, and I can sometimes predict when missions will go horribly wrong. I've met with Barnett every week since the first dream, and she has given me enough support to prove my sanity. The CIA takes my word seriously.

Don't leave me now

Don't leave me now

Don't leave me now

Don't leave me now

Don't leave me now

Don't leave me now

Now I'm here, singing this song as a gift to Ian for our third wedding anniversary. I've saved it for this night because I knew it was special. Tonight, I will tell Ian of a little secret I've been keeping, and I know he'll be thrilled. He's told me the stories of his brothers and sisters (there were five) and how he loved having a big family.

In my mind

Everything we did was right

Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side

How could I have ever been so blind

You give me something to sleep to at night

My life is exactly where I've always wanted it to be.

A/N: Wow, another fic finished. Just wouldn't be a "revelation" fic without a Michelle Branch song! Wanted to give a HUGE thanks to Amy and Melia. Amy, well, you're my muse and polisher. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, without you this would be total crap. Melia, you're the best reviewer ever. I can always look forward to your reviews, and you've been with me since Los Angeles Revelations. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I did not write Something to Sleep To, Michelle Branch did. She's awesome