Deafeated 3
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******************* A million thoughts and emotions ran through his mind. When he began to think about the extent of Sydney's injuries, emotional and physical, he wanted to kill the people who had done this to Sydney.
He knew that no matter how angry he would feel every time he addressed Sydney's wounds, he had to be strong. He had to be her support, her rock - the person she had learnt to trust.
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When they arrived outside his apartment, Vaughn got out to help Sydney out of the car. As he leant over to undo her seatbelt, he couldn't help but notice the incredible number of bruises near her chest. He shook his head in disbelief, praying that it wasn't what he thought it was, making a mental note to ask Sydney about it later.
He gently lifted her out of the car, careful not to cause the injured body any more pain. she weighed almost nothing and this sent Vaughn worrying even more. What had happened to the undefeatable woman, who could kick ass on a second's notice?
After some difficulty getting into his apartment, he finally laid Sydney down on his bed, sighing to himself as he wondered how she had ended up in this state. Just as he broke contact with her body, she let out a piercing 'NO!!!!!' with sudden energy. Vaughn did a double take, and thinking she was awake he rushed over and grabbed her hand; soothing words spilling out of his mouth as Sydney sobbed uncontrollably.
It took a minute before the whimpers subsided and she had resumed her slumber. Vaughn stayed by her side though, for at least another hour - making sure she was warm, comfortable and most importantly - safe.
Reluctantly, he left the room, leaving the door open in case she should wake and need anything. He himself was physically and emotionally exhausted and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep on the couch; thoughts still swimming around in his mind.
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The next morning, sun rays streamed unwelcomingly into Vaughn's living room, hitting his face, awaking him slowly. He groaned, tossed and turned wondering why he was so uncomfortable. When he came to his senses, he realised where he was, who was in the next room, and silently thanked God that it was Saturday.
He got up in his drowsy state and made himself some coffee. After brushing his teeth, and making himself somewhat more respectable looking, he tiptoed quietly into his bedroom to check up on Sydney.
He was shocked by what he was greeted with. He found Sydney huddled in a dark corner of the room, shivering under a layer of blankets wrapped tightly around her, so that only her face was showing. It was pale, sickly white with the bruises forming around her lips and eyes. She was staring off into space again; her eyes never blinking; her breathing slow. It seemed like she was clinging onto the blanket as if it were her only refuge and shelter.
Vaughn hadn't known how to react. Every part of him wanted to run to her, hold her, protect her - but he knew she needed her space. So he stood there, waiting, longing for a response from her.
Eventually, she lifted up her head and looked directly into his eyes -
'Why?' she asked quietly. After a moment's pause, she continued with more strength and confidence. 'Why me?'
TBC
A/N: so there you have it! if you think it's bad, tell me. If you have any suggestions or ideas, please tell me. If you think it's good. I'd love it if you'd tell me. : )
A/N: THANKYOU! thankyou thankyou thankyou everybody for reviewing! it really makes my day, and believe me when I say I treasure every single one of your comments, suggestions, and words of encouragement. thankyou! : )
******************* A million thoughts and emotions ran through his mind. When he began to think about the extent of Sydney's injuries, emotional and physical, he wanted to kill the people who had done this to Sydney.
He knew that no matter how angry he would feel every time he addressed Sydney's wounds, he had to be strong. He had to be her support, her rock - the person she had learnt to trust.
*******************
When they arrived outside his apartment, Vaughn got out to help Sydney out of the car. As he leant over to undo her seatbelt, he couldn't help but notice the incredible number of bruises near her chest. He shook his head in disbelief, praying that it wasn't what he thought it was, making a mental note to ask Sydney about it later.
He gently lifted her out of the car, careful not to cause the injured body any more pain. she weighed almost nothing and this sent Vaughn worrying even more. What had happened to the undefeatable woman, who could kick ass on a second's notice?
After some difficulty getting into his apartment, he finally laid Sydney down on his bed, sighing to himself as he wondered how she had ended up in this state. Just as he broke contact with her body, she let out a piercing 'NO!!!!!' with sudden energy. Vaughn did a double take, and thinking she was awake he rushed over and grabbed her hand; soothing words spilling out of his mouth as Sydney sobbed uncontrollably.
It took a minute before the whimpers subsided and she had resumed her slumber. Vaughn stayed by her side though, for at least another hour - making sure she was warm, comfortable and most importantly - safe.
Reluctantly, he left the room, leaving the door open in case she should wake and need anything. He himself was physically and emotionally exhausted and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep on the couch; thoughts still swimming around in his mind.
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The next morning, sun rays streamed unwelcomingly into Vaughn's living room, hitting his face, awaking him slowly. He groaned, tossed and turned wondering why he was so uncomfortable. When he came to his senses, he realised where he was, who was in the next room, and silently thanked God that it was Saturday.
He got up in his drowsy state and made himself some coffee. After brushing his teeth, and making himself somewhat more respectable looking, he tiptoed quietly into his bedroom to check up on Sydney.
He was shocked by what he was greeted with. He found Sydney huddled in a dark corner of the room, shivering under a layer of blankets wrapped tightly around her, so that only her face was showing. It was pale, sickly white with the bruises forming around her lips and eyes. She was staring off into space again; her eyes never blinking; her breathing slow. It seemed like she was clinging onto the blanket as if it were her only refuge and shelter.
Vaughn hadn't known how to react. Every part of him wanted to run to her, hold her, protect her - but he knew she needed her space. So he stood there, waiting, longing for a response from her.
Eventually, she lifted up her head and looked directly into his eyes -
'Why?' she asked quietly. After a moment's pause, she continued with more strength and confidence. 'Why me?'
TBC
A/N: so there you have it! if you think it's bad, tell me. If you have any suggestions or ideas, please tell me. If you think it's good. I'd love it if you'd tell me. : )