Disclaimer: I don't own anything Alias related (Sydney, Vaughn etc) or any other trademarks I may use in this story please don't sue me.

I didn't write the poems, they belong to their authors the first one Will I Ever? Is by Erica Jong and I don't know who wrote the second one, Why I Love You?, but I found it here (if you take out the spaces)

http : / / beezeekami . spaces . live . com

A/N: Thanks for all the feedback, I'm trying to cut down on my use of exclamation marks. Hope you like it, don't forget to review.

Missing Sydney- Chapter 7

Sydney rolled over and looked at the display on the clock. 3:24, it glowed red into the darkness that surrounded her. Sydney always found it impossible to sleep in safehouses for some unexplainable reason she always felt more threatened. Fed up of trying to sleep she threw black the covers and quietly walked to the kitchen. She poured her self a glass of water and headed towards the main room.

The room was surprisingly cosy with a burnt orange tinge to the walls and wood and leather furnishings. The mock-log fire made it look sort of homely and Sydney felt strangely at ease. In one corner, she noticed, there was a large bookcase. She went over and picked out a book of poems she recognised as one her father owned. She went back to sit on the couch but stopped when she felt a pair of eyes watching her and looked up to see Vaughn stood in the doorway. She took in his appearance he looked unbelievably gorgeous in an old kings t-shirt and a pair of boxers. As she watched him look over at her, she became very aware that due to the fact that she forgot to pack any pajamas she was only wearing a tight fitting grey t-shirt and some panties.

"Couldn't sleep either huh?" Vaughn spoke first

"No, it's just something about being in a safehouse"

"Hmmm for some reason I don't feel much safer at all" Vaughn said in agreement

"Sometimes I think these places are easier to find than normal houses, I feel like there's a target hanging over my head"

Vaughn chuckled and stepped further into the room,

"What?" Sydney asked smiling at him

"Its just that we're practically finishing each others sentences, its weird"

"Yeah but a nice weird" Sydney smiled and he laughed "I missed having that kind of connection with someone," She paused and then continued in a quieter tone "You know, I've just realised I haven't told you I missed you yet, well I did- I missed you a lot"

"I missed you too" Vaughn said sobering as he saw the serious look on her face

"You were always there for me and I think I began to take that for granted, well I just wanted you to know I fully appreciate what you did for me and I missed you" Sydney smiled shyly then looked down at the floor. Not quite sure what to say Vaughn changed the subject,

"So what are you reading?"

"Just a book of poems my father used to have that I found in the bookcase" Sydney lifted the book up for his inspection. He flopped down onto the sofa and she went and sat next to him. She opened the book and showed him a poem "This one was my favourite, Dad would read it to my Mum when she was upset" He took the book and as he began to read she curled up into his lap

"Will you ever?

I don't think you will ever fully understand
how you've touched my life and made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights you are my brightest star.

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart to love and the wonders it can do.

You've allowed me to experience something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize you've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person and without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life completes and fulfils every part of me."

Vaughn's voice was low and soft and Sydney closed her eyes and found herself believing that he meant the words he was speaking, she shook herself out of it before she proclaimed her undying love for him. She took the book

"I like this one as well,

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?
Why do I love you? I think and smile,
because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is were I want to be.
The way that I feel when you're by my side,
a sense of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.
I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is my love for you is real."

"You're just an old romantic at heart aren't you" Vaughn teased but he didn't fool her she could see unshed tears in his eyes

"Shut up you're almost crying, they're beautiful poems" Sydney laughed then stifled a yawn

"Come on we need to sleep!" Vaughn moved as if to stand but Sydney placed a hand on his arm

"Stay here, there's a blanket in the cupboard, it's more comfortable and I feel safer with you"

"Okay, hang on" Vaughn went to get the blanket then they huddled underneath, Sydney fell asleep with in seconds. Vaughn sat and marvelled at her beauty when he was reading her the poem earlier he had got so caught up in the words he had put real emotions behind it, but those words were exactly how he felt. He placed a light kiss on her forehead then closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep.

TBC…

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