A/N – I know, I know how long it took! I am sooooo sorry!!! I just got serious writers block, then I was busy, then I decided I hated the first writing of this chapter, so I rewrote it. And now, so much times has passed that you guys probably forgot about it, ::sigh:: anyway, like I said, sorry.
                There seems to be humor in this chapter. Or at least some. Some of the 'humor' is just stupid. Lol. Anyway, this… no, I'll explain at the end. So, go read.

Be still
Let your hand melt into mine
The part of me
That breathes when you breathe
Is losing time
I can't find the words to say
I'll never say goodbye

                Get over it. Michael flipped his coin over and over in his hands. Thoughts on – you guess it – Sydney and their "little" revelations. And now, a week later, his mind was plagued with the idea of killing the person who thought of the words 'I love you'. Their meetings (the two that they've had since then) have been stressed and full of tension; worry of saying the wrong word, or making the wrong move.
                Love her. With that last thought he threw the coin at the wall hard enough to making a seriously loud 'bang!'.
                "What the hell are you doing?" Eric walked into the office without knocking. His face was etched in confusion. "That sounded like a gunshot. And believe me when I say it freaked me out; I got shot remember?" His eyes followed Michael's to the coin. Sighing, he went to pick it up. "God…"
                "Sorry." Michael rolled his neck trying to get feeling into it. He'd been looking at papers all day before taking up the coin, and his neck was aching. "Not a good day." Not a good life.
                "Well, don't  take it out on the coin… or the wall for that matter." Eric threw the coin back on the desk. "I mean, I never throw my yo-yo at the wall. Plus, it usually just gets you even more pissed off afterwards." He slid into the chair across from his friend.
                "Yeah." What are you? Are you reducing your vocabulary to one word phrases?
                "This is about that girl… Sydney, isn't it?" Eric watched Michael avert his eyes to the desk; more specific, the coin. "Shit. Why don't you just go to Devlin and get reassigned?" He suggested.
                Michael shook his head. "I wouldn't be able to do that. I'd worry about her even more than I do now." And just to get his point, he added in a sing-song voice, "Hell. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I'm not trying to lash out at you, or anyone else. It's just- hard." He shook his head again.
                "I know man." Eric nodded.
                (Silence)
                "Where is she going now?" Eric finally asked.
                "Back to France." Michael stood up and started to pace. "She leaves in half an hour." Taking the coin again, he flipped while he paced.
                "Two things at once. Stop!" The phrase was final, and Michael stopped pacing and flipping the moment he heard it. Eric sighed, a little annoyed. "What are you going to do if she gets in trouble? What are you going to put yourself through then, huh?"
                Michael looked toward his friend, then averted his eyes slowly. Sliding into his chair, he closed his eyes. But visions of him and Sydney when they were younger, them telling stories to each other, him leaving, their revelations, and their meeting two hours ago, made him open them right back up.
                He threw the coin again.
                "You're gonna break something next time." Eric picked up the coin again, but held onto it this time. "Did you tell Jackie about what happened when you took Sydney home?" He was asking out of plain curiosity.
                "No. Because, you know Jackie, she'd tell me to break up Alice. And then, who knows, she might actually try to break up Sydney and her engagement. Jackie is not good with stuff like this. You remember her last boyfriend." He stopped short, shaking his head again.
                Eric clicked his tongue and tapped his hand. After a minute of silence, he sighed and asked, "Well, are you going to break up with Alice?" Ever since that night, Michael had been avoiding any kind of date or "meeting up" with Alice, afraid he'd say the wrong words.
                "We have a date for tonight." Michael leaned back in his chair. "But what am I supposed to say to her? Sorry Alice, I'm still in love with my high school sweetheart." He mimicked.
                "If that works…" Eric smiled, then added, "You're just a sucker cause you want everyone to be happy, even if it makes you miserable."
                Michael thought about that for a moment and then finally smiled.

And I'll fly with you
Through the night so you know
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
My tears like rain fill up the sky
Oh, my love
I'm not letting go
I won't let you go

                "Stop that!" Jackie yelled as she pushed Will's hand away from her. "I'm too ticklish!" She laughed and slapped him playfully. They were both sitting on the floor with pizza in front of them. Thinking suddenly, she turned to him and asked, "Have we ever actually sat on that couch?" She pointed to the couch.
                "I don't think so." Will laughed and crumpled the piece of paper he'd been holding. Throwing it toward the trash can, he yelled, "Miss!" when it bounced off the rim.
                "By the way," Jackie crawled over to the trash and picked up the paper. Holding it, she smiled. "From the way you described school," She let the paper fall into the trash can. "You sounded like such a teacher's pet."
                Will raised his eyes brows, and the minute she was next to him again, he started to tickle her.
                She hit him again, and laughed.
                "You deserved it this time." Will leaned back against the chair he was in front of. "Teachers pet." He scoffed. Smiling again, he looked around his apartment. "This place is too small."
                "Only one person. Not like you need the room." Jackie shrugged and stood up, taking their plates and cups with her.
                 "You do realize that we've spent every night together since… god, more than a week?" Will asked as he also stood up.
                They walked into the kitchen, and as she threw plates and cups in the sink, Jackie winked at him and asked, "Why? Does it matter? God a hot date you wanna bring home one night?" She turned away from him, and he came up behind her slowly.
                Will watched her brown hair wave across her back. God, he wanted to touch it. Stop that.
                "Nope, no date. Only you." After that phrase, she spun around, which resulted badly since Will was right behind her. "Ow."
                "Oh my God, Will." Jackie reached up and touched the spot on his chin her head had just hit. "I'm sorry." The look in her eyes was amazingly worried and extremely embarrassed. Which, for some reason, just made him want to kiss her even more.
                "You're okay, right. I mean, it was your head." Will asked as he stretched his mouth. She shook her head. "God Jackie, I think you knocked a tooth loose."
                "Ass." She muttered as she hit him softly, but he caught her wrist.
                "What was that?" Will smiled as she made to hit him with her other hand. "I'd stop that if I were you." He warned her, but she hit him again, and he grabbed her other wrist too, bringing them both almost above their heads.
                "You're no fun." Jack pouted, her bottom lip sticking out slightly.
                Will watched her for a moment, just studying her. Her brown eyes were laughing, but there was something else in them. After the little hitting, her hair was now framing her face, a strand fell over her eye and down to the side of her lips. His eyes followed the strand down and then back up to her eyes, which stopped laughing and were suddenly serious. She licked her lips, and took a breath.
                Like there was a magnet in him, he was drawn to her. Kissing her, he closed his eyes almost automatically. Her lips were soft and when she responded, he was ecstatic. Taking her hands, which were still in his, he put them behind his neck and then put his hands on her waist.
                Pulling away slowly, Jackie bit her lip.
                "Sorry, shouldn't of done that." Will repeated the first part over and over again.
                "God, don't say sorry." Jackie immediately realized that they were still locked together; her hands behind his neck, his hands at her waist. Quickly, she pulled apart from him. "I sorta wanted that – I guess – Just-" She stopped short and ran a hand over her eyes.
                "Just what?" Will asked, becoming a little worried over the idea of what she could say next.
                "It's nothing." Right, Jackie. She sighed and turned away, walking into the living room again, and muttering words in French that Will couldn't make out. But he specifically heard 'Merde' in there somewhere… a few times too.
                "Nothing? Nothing doesn't make you pull away from a terrific kiss, Jackie." Will put a hand on her shoulder and tried to turn her around. But she brushed his hand away from her quickly. "Nothing doesn't make you spend every night here, and then when we both finally get what we want-" He stopped immediately when she turned around. "Don't say it's nothing, because it's not." Sighing, he watched her eyes, trying to figure her out. "Give me a clue, Jackie… please." He pleaded.
                "I just-" Jackie paused, collecting her thoughts as she ran a hand through her hair. "I'm not good at talking, Will. Humor, really bad jokes, sure, but not serious stuff." Laughing weakly, she shrugged. "I just… I don't want to get hurt again." Thinking carefully about her words, she sat down on the couch and brought her knees to her stomach and rested her chin on them. "It's just a long story that I never like getting into."
                Will continued to watch her eyes dancing around, trying to figure out what to do. He sat on the couch next to her, staring slightly. "Jackie?"
                "Cliff notes?" She sighed and played with a tear on the couch. "I fell in love. He hurt me. Michael got him put in jail for a little while. We left." Shrugging, she finally looked straight at Will. "That's why I came here with Michael." Nodding, she muttered. "Like I said, I got hurt and I really don't want to again."
                Will pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest. Silence.

I saw the host of silent angels
Waiting on their own
Knowing that all the promises
Of faith come alive
When you see home
Hold still and let your
Hand melt into mine

                "Ok, I've known you for what? Two or three weeks, and here you are making dinner for me?" Eric laughed as Francie sat next to him, keeping an eye on the timer.
                "Well, I've been getting only fast food since I met you. I thought I might as well cook on my own for a change." Francie hit him on the shoulder playfully. "Anyway, I don't know any good restaurants. Do you?"
                "No." Eric admitted, still smiling. "But I couldn't asked Mike for one. He always knows the best." After their first official date, they'd exchanged their stories about Michael after Eric found a picture of the four of them as teenagers in her living room.
                "So… did Michael tell you what happened after they left?" Her eyes were telling him that she knew something, but didn't know if he knew.
                "Oh, just that they talked and then he went home." Eric looked straight at her, both of them questioning.
                Silence.
                Francie sighed. "I feel bad for everyone." She finally muttered. "I just… I can't stand that things ended up like this. I feel bad for Sydney and Michael because we all know that they love each other. I feel bad for Danny and Michael's girlfriend, because they both got caught up in the screwed up life that is us. And I feel bad for you, me and Will for having to put up with both of them when they're talking about each other." She finally ended and looked Eric in the eye. "Sorry, I just had to get that out." Laughing, she put both of her hands on the counter.
                "It's okay. Believe me, you just voiced my thoughts too." He sighed and jumped slightly when the timer started to beep. Francie rushed over to it, and he started laughing. "Need help?"
                And that's where the Sydney/Michael topic ended.
                And hour later, the lovely 'couple' were sitting at the table, sipping wine and laughing when;
                Suddenly, Eric's beeper started to vibrate. He looked at it and frowned, confusion etched on his features. "Can I used your phone?" He looked up at Francie.
                Francie nodded and picked up the cordless. As she handed it to him, she asked, "What's the matter?"
                 "I don't know." He dialed a number he knew by heart and listened to it ring three times, before someone picked up. "This is Weiss, I was beeped by Devlin, what's wrong?"
                The man on the other end said a quick. "Hold on a moment, Devlin wants to speak with you Agent Weiss." Then he heard beeps and then a quick "Weiss." Before he started talking again.
                 "Sir, what happened?" Eric looked towards Francie a mouthed that it was probably nothing.
                 "Sydney Bristow never got on her flight." Devlin explained. "At first we believed Agent Bristow just missed it, but her partner, Marcus Dixon, arrived safe and on time at the airport." He paused, and Eric could tell he knew something that he was saying.
                 "You're not telling me the whole thing?" Eric wanted to slam the phone down and go beat the guy, and he swore he would if Devlin didn't get his explanation finished in the next few minutes.
                 "Jack went to speak with Dixon and when he came back, he said that Dixon had escaped Sark's men, but Agent Bristow hadn't." Devlin finished with a sigh.
                 "Shit." Eric muttered and started to pace around. Francie watched the scene with interest as his pacing increased. "Why did you call me? This isn't my assignment, its Mike's."
                 "We can't seem to reach Agent Vaughn, we thought that you could." Devlin said quickly. "And I suggest you both hurry here." Then Eric was met with a click that told him Devlin had hung up.
                 "Shit." Eric repeated and looked at Francie. "I'm really sorry, but I have to cut our night short."
                 "That's okay." Francie stood up and walked him to the door, closing it after he left. She walked over to the table and started to clean up, smiling slightly and shaking her head.
                Suddenly the door opened quickly and Eric came back in, rushing over to her. "I forgot something." And with that said, he pulled her into a long, slow kiss.
                When they pulled back, they were both smiling.
                "Ok, now I really have to leave." He kissed her again, this time for two seconds, and then ran out.
                Francie laughed and fell into the chair next to her, still laughing.

And I'll fly with you
Through the night so you know
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
My tears like rain fill up the sky
Oh, my love
I'm not letting go
I won't let you go

                Michael sat at the table in the restaurant where he was meeting Alice at. Wringing his hands together nervously, he practiced his short speech in his head, knowing that however many times he practiced it, it would not come out sounding the way he wanted. The misery of waiting added to it. She was fifteen minutes late, and at that moment he was terrified that if she actually got there, he'd blurt out, "Sorry Alice, we have to break up" and then run. Which wouldn't be so bad, considering…
                "Hey, sorry I'm late." Alice put her jacket on the back of her chair and kissed him quickly. "It's just that Gina needed me for a little while, and we lost track of time." Smiling sweetly, she brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face as she sat down.
                Blonde. Sydney's a brunette. Shut up!
                "It's okay." Michael tried to smile; seriously tried. And he quieted the voices arguing in his head. "Why don't we order?"
                Ordering was simple. Michael always knew what he wanted, though Alice on the other hand… well, I think you get the picture.
                Ok, they talked. Well, Alice talked. Michael just sat there, occasionally he nodded or gave small, one word answers. Such as "uh huh" or a "sure" once in while. But that was about it.
                "What's wrong?" Alice suddenly asked.
                Michael looked up from his water quickly. "What makes you think something's wrong?" He mentally hit himself for his voice going a little too high pitched. He swore he heard a dog bark in the background.
                God, it's the look. He thought as Alice raised her eyebrow.
                Silence.
                "Are you going to tell me, or do I have to force it out of you?" Alice finally asked.
                Michael watched her, then opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quicker than he'd opened it.
                Short pause.
                "This isn't going to work." Michael finally managed to get out. Alice got a shocked look on her face, but then it changed, he couldn't tell to what though.
                "That's just it? We're over?" Alice asked, incredulously, as if she hadn't known this day was going to come.
                "We've been over for a long time." He sighed, the words were coming out easier by the moment. Running a hand through his hair, he added, "You know that. We both have, but I guess neither of us wanted to believe it."
                Alice laughed softly, but it sounded a little bitter. "I guess you're right. (Pause) Is this about that Saturday with Jackie?"
                Michael looked up at her suddenly, shocked slightly. "No… yes, I don't know honestly. In a way, I guess."
                Suddenly his cell phone started to ring. Looking up, as if asking for permission, he questioned her.
                "Take it." Alice muttered as she took a sip of water. "I need a second to think anyway."
                He looked at her a moment and then finally flipped his cell phone open and on. "Vaughn."
                "Thank God, you answered. I know this is the whole breaking up dinner, but Sydney never got on her flight." Eric let out in one breath. Michael could tell he was in his car already. The tires were somewhat screeching and horns were honking everywhere.
                "What? What happened?" Michael asked, worried beyond belief.
                "They don't know." Eric's phone crackled with static slightly. "They couldn't' reach you, so they called me and gave me a cliff notes version."
                "So, where the hell is she?" He was getting more and more anxious and extremely worried.
                "We don't know. Just get your ass to the office and in a hurry." Another tire screech and then a beep telling Michael that he'd hung up.
                "Merde." Michael muttered as he clicked the off button. Looking up at Alice, she had a knowing look on her face.
                "Go, just go." Alice told him, motioning toward the door. She ran a hand over her eyes and shook her head; sighing.
                Michael didn't pay attention to anything after that. He just jumped up and ran out.

Shed your heart and your breath
And your pain and fly

                Michael looked toward Eric with a 'can we get the hell outta here yet' look. Eric just sighed and went back to listening to Devlin explain what they were supposed to do, though anyone could see he was as anxious as Michael was.
                What was surprising to him mostly was that Jack was just sitting there as if it was just another agent, not his daughter. But of course, Michael knew what kind of father he'd been.
                Hold it. Did Jack know about Michael being Sydney's ex-boyfriend?
                Michael stopped thinking about everything, but Sydney, when Devlin finally wrapped up and pretty much told them to get going.
                "He doesn't want to risk it." Eric was muttering as he followed Michael out of the office. "Five men are worth it, not-" He sighed and watched Michael get ready. "We don't even get a "bring her back safe, men" or even a freaking "thank you"." Ok, no response.
                Jack watched the two men talk, or at least one of them was talking. The other was looking up, looking down, sighing and running his hands through his hair. Finally, Jack made his way over to them. "Good luck." He muttered and continued past them.
                Michael snapped his head up and watched the older agent walk away, his back straight and stiff.
                Eric just shook his head and muttered something unintelligible as he continued to get ready.
                But Michael felt compelled to follow the man, and talk to him. "Jack?" He called slightly louder than intended to. "I just wanted to let you know that we'll get her back safely."
                Jack sighed and nodded slowly. "I know you will. For some odd reason I have confidence in you." He was speaking in his normal "I don't know how, but whatever" voice (you know the one I'm talking about).
                "Oh." The younger agent nodded, confused a bit, and then said, "Well, I just thought.. .well, she's your daughter." And that was added, as if Jack would show any other sign. "I know, I'm not in either a position or a rank to ask you this, but I'm just wondering if you ever get worried." Michael was shocked that he had enough courage to ask this, but it was too late to take it back now.
                "Listen, Mr. Vaughn, I do get worried. I know you may think I'm a tin man who feels nothing, but with my daughter out there, in trouble-"
                "I wasn't implying anything, I was just-"
                "And I think that you should not have made a comment, considering you are my daughter's handler. And I'm not even including the fact that you were once an old boyfriend of hers." Jack barely snapped at him.
                Michael looked somewhat shocked at the fact that Jack had known about Sydney and him, but never said anything.
                "Yes, I knew Mr. Vaughn, but even though you may think that my daughter and I do not talk, we do. And Sydney's childhood is one of our many conversations." With that, Jack walked away a bit. Calling over his shoulder, "I believe you have a plane to catch!"
                Michael stared at the back of the older agent, until Eric came up to him.
                "Mike, let's go." Eric pulled him away.
 
Now you're alive
Now you're alive
Now you're alive
Now you're alive

                Sydney played with her necklace. Not just any necklace. Her necklace. The necklace that had been around her neck for almost ten years. Sark watched her closely, his eyes narrowed in slight confusion.
                "I'll be back in a bit." His accent was heavy and the door slammed, a lock clicking in place.
                Sydney watched the door, as if she could somehow open it using her eyes, because it was sure as hell that her mind wasn't focusing at the moment. Her necklace felt cool against her neck, but nothing had been done to it. It was like he was trying to be nice.
                Right.
                On the other side of the door, there was muffled talking. Then suddenly a yell and a bang. Moving towards the door (because for some reason she wasn't chained down, considering…) she put her face against it, listening as kicks and punches were being delivered to someone.
                Can we say confusion?
                All of a sudden, Sydney's back slammed onto the floor. The door had been forced open and since Sydney's cheek had been against it, it ended with her on her back, holding her head.
                "Oh my god, Sydney." The man who'd just entered rushed to her side. Her hand was still over her eyes, but the voice sounded familiar. "Are you okay?" The man pulled her hand away, and touched her cheek.
                "What are you doing here?" Sydney opened her eyes and stared in shock as he took her hand to help her up.
                "Devlin sent a few of use to get you. Don't ask, I can't really explain that part. All I can say is that I had a nice talk with your dad." Michael pulled her up and looked at her shoulder carefully, a scrape was visible. "Are you okay?"
                Sydney nodded and looked straight into his eyes. After a moments pause, she spoke again, "Are we going to stand here all night and wait for Sark to come and shoot us?" That seemed to snap Michael out of his world, because he took her hand and they rushed out of there.
                "Why did he want you anyway?" Michael asked once they had gotten out of the building.
                Sydney shrugged and looked around. Playing with her necklace, she watched the trees move in the small breeze. "I don't know, but he did give me my necklace back." Pulling on it a bit, she showed him.
                Michael's own hand pulled hers away from it, and he looked at it. Touching it softly, he looked at both the necklace and his hand that had started shaking uncontrollably.
                "I'm wondering why Devlin sent you." She smiled slightly as he took his hand from her necklace. His other hand (that was still in hers) tightened slightly. "I mean, you told me once yourself, you're better at deskwork."
                Whispering with a smile, "I think I should be insulted by that." His eyes traveled over her face to a cut on her forehead, all thoughts of being insulted left his mind. "God, are you okay? Where'd you get this from?" When he touched the cut, she cringed a bit, but kept still has he checked it over.
                "Might have been when you opened that door." She laughed softly. Wincing again, she quickly took his hand away from the cut.

Tears like rain fill up the sky
I won't let you go
I'm not letting go

                Michael stared at her, her head was bent watching their joined hands. He felt her hand move so that their fingers were linked. Her other hand was back to playing with her necklace. A necklace he'd given to her. A necklace she said was important t o her. Her brown eyes suddenly met his green. They seemed so… sad.
                "Why'd you come and get me?" Sydney asked, pleading him to tell her the truth.
                "I t old you, I wasn't going to let Sark keep you. And Devlin-" Michael started to say, but she stopped him quickly.
                 "No. I want the whole truth." She watched his eyes dance from emotion and emotion. While she waited for an answer, she started to remember getting lost in those green eyes all the time. Even after he'd left, the one thing that stayed complete in her mind was that green.
                 "I love you." He finally answered, snapping Sydney from her thoughts. "That's why I came. I love you." There was no shock in her eyes, or his. Hell, they'd both said those words to each other only a week ago. "Why'd you even ask? We both know that's why I came."
                Sydney's thoughts trailed again and her head nodded unconsciously. "Guess I still don't believe it."
                Well, believe it. Michael wanted to yell, but instead he pulled her hand and started walking again. "Eric and the team are waiting in a truck a little less than a mile from here, so we better start walking."
                So, they walked in silence, both of them in their own little thoughts of each other.
                Get over it. Was the thought of the day for Michael. But it wasn't the only one. Inside his head there was a whole battle going. –Get over her- 'I can't, I love her' –Doesn't matter- 'She loves me too' –Get over it- 'Stop that'.
                Sydney watched as Michael concentrated on his thoughts. Her own were too confusing, so she tried to tune them out.
                 "I think we've only got another five minute walk until we're there." Michael turned to her, telling her the information. "Eric will probably have clothes for you, and the team was supposed to be trying to figure out why Sark kept you there. I just couldn't wait there and do nothing. Snuck out… I think Eric knew, but didn't say anything." Realizing he was babbling, he shut up quickly, but when he was about to continue walking, she pulled him back. "What?"
                Instead of answering, she put her hands at the back of his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him like she'd wanted to since she'd seen him in Sark's building. Her arms flung around his neck. His went on their own, one to her waist, the other to her hair. Soft…
                 "No." Michael pushed against her, making sure there was a small distance between them. "Sydney, I can't do this again. We can't kiss, because I can't get hurt again."
                "It hurts for me too, you know." Sydney argued, then sighing, she shook her head slightly.
                Pause.

I won't let you go
I'm not letting go
(Tears like rain fill up the sky)

                 "Tell me you love me." Sydney's eyes were dark, watching him, waiting for some kind of reassurance that he was as confused and freaked out as she was.
                Michael swallowed audibly. "I love you. I've loved you forever, Sydney, I think that everyone in this world knows that by now."
                Tears filled her eyes as she moved a bit closer to him, trying to close the space he'd created. There was a brick wall between them and she just wanted to take a hammer and get it down; brick by brick if she had to. "Then tell me that it doesn't hurt when you're not with me… not kissing me." The space was cleared, but there were still bricks needing to crumble.
                "Hurts." Michael looked down at her, wanting to forget why he wasn't kissing her; forget why he wasn't holding her. "Hurts like hell. But that's not the point, Sydney."
                "Then what's the point?" Sydney brushed away the tear that fell from her eyes. "Is the point to go on living without you, because that's the right thing to do?" Suddenly, feeling her mouth was dry, she licked her lips quickly. "I love you. (Deep breath) I feel like I'm choking when I'm not with you." Biting her lip slightly as another tear fell, she tried to continue. "Danny's been gone for days now. But I can't focus on him. Instead… I'm thinking of you." Michael watched her, feeling like crying himself, but not wanting to fall apart. "And when he gets back, I won't be able to look at him, or kiss him, without wanting it to be you. And it hurts."
                He watched her closely, registering everything mostly. "You think it's any different for me? I broke up with Alice because you plague my existence." His hands went to grip her upper arms. "And believe me, I've tried everything to get you out of my mind, but I can't." Searching for her eyes and finding her finally looking straight into his. "So, what can I do Sydney? Tell me, and I'll do it."
                (And the last brick crumbled.)
                "Stop fighting it." With that last phrase, she kissed him again. All protests were lost in the past, and his arms wrapped around her waist, as hers went to his neck again.
                When they pulled away, Sydney whispered. "I love you. Don't leave me again. Please, Michael, just never let me go." Hugging him tightly, she almost smiled.
                "Shh," He whispered as he stroked her hair, closing his eyes, reveling in the closeness. Rules could go to hell. And as much of a nice guy he sounded like, Danny would just have to find another girl, because Michael was holding Sydney now and he was never letting go.

I won't let you go



A/N (again) – So there you are. What I was going to explain above was that, I only have two more things to upload for this story. First is this weird song thingy. You know how people make those music videos for couples online and stuff? Well, I just took a song and put lines from every chapter (including this one) in between the lyrics. It's weird, but you'll see. This means you can just skip that part and go onto Chapter 9… technically an Epilogue, but whatever. And I mean that Chapter 9 ( the epilogue ) is the last chapter… isn't that so sad. I actually have Chapter 9 done, and the song too, but I wanna give you guys time to read this before I post those. Plus, I wanna look over them and stuff. Oh, and I think I'll say sorry one last time for getting this out soooo late! I'm sorry!

                Oh, the song is "Fly" – Jars of Clay