-So, umm, yeah . . .more of you figured out the cliffhanger than expected,
which was made painfully aware to me by a few of you : ( Oh well, I guess
you can make it up to me with incredible reviews *wink*wink*
-OK, I have a confession to make. This chapter could have been up a day or to sooner. *Ducks flying object * I tried, really I did, but when you officially become a junior and can drive around town due to your newly acquired license with your two best friends not having to worry about what homework may be due the next day . . .updating a fanfic isn't exactly your top priority. So I did my best to make this a good one, and the next chapter is nearly done, so I promise to update soon. Enjoy : )
-Alright, I finally took the time to jot down a few reviewers I need to thank: Jade, Lara, Maea (hope you feel better!), ValleyGirl, Jasmine, SydVaughn1001, Plummy03, MegVaughn2003, TwinMuse, Zrodezina, Jaryn, Skylark, Aliasgurl, Crystal-Rose (whom I adore at the moment) and of course Jenn. You guys are great, you always know how to keep me smiling! And to anyone else who has been reading that I may have forgotten, let me know and I'll add you next time : )
-OK, the lyrics don't fit so well, and they were already used on the show. But hey, it's U2, so I'm sure you can look past that, right?
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And Love
Is not the easy thing
The only package you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind.
-U2, Walk On
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Sydney Bristow watches in complete disbelief as the body of the woman known to the public as Emily Vaughn crashes down in front of her. For a moment she just stares at the women, still trying to comprehend how it was not she in the position. After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she allows her eyes to leave the body in search of just who had saved her life.
What she finds is a site that she will never forget.
Michael Vaughn stands in front of her with a look of devotion in his eyes that is so strong it startles her.
She watches with interest as he returns her gaze, and then proceeds to toss the gun in the general direction of the body lying before them. Without thinking, she bounces off the ground and throws herself into his arms. They both stand there for a moment reveling in the feeling of finally being back where they belong.
Together.
He was the first to speak, and she recognizes the pain through his muffled words spoken into her hair.
"Oh, God, Syd . . .I heard everything. If she had . . ."
Trailing off, she feels him shake his head in astonishment. Reluctantly, she pulls back and smiles in an attempt to remove the worry from his eyes. Wiping the silent tears from his cheeks, she does what she can to reassure him.
"Hey, Vaughn, it's ok. I'm OK, you saved my life this time."
She added the last sentence with a laugh but her attempts at lightening his mood were futile. Her eyes search his in a vain attempt to figure out what exactly is going through his mind right now.
"No, Sydney, it's not OK. If I had come in here a second later it would have been you lying there! And it could have been MY fault!"
The worry lines immediately make their presence known on his forehead, and she looks at him with concern. She knew he would do this, that he would blame himself, and she has no idea what to say to reassure him.
"Michael, listen to me. This was not your fault. You are just going to have to accept the fact that there is nothing you could have done to prevent this."
After looking at her for a moment, he sighs and retreats to the bed. She watches him intently, waiting patiently for a response.
"I just . . .I can't believe I let her fool me like that. I'm a Goddamn CIA agent; I am trained to see this kind of stuff. Yet somehow I let her slip right into my life."
"You're in good company."
For the first time that night, he laughs, remembering something Irina has said to him earlier.
--"I don't know who you remind me more of, William or Jack."-
"Yeah, I guess I am."
She sits next to him on the bed and he turns his head and just looks at her, memorizing her features and allowing himself to look at her guilt free for the first time since she had returned.
"Sydney, how can you sit here and smile at me like that as if everything is OK? I *gave up on you*, I don't deserve for you to even speak to me."
"That's not your fault, Vaughn, you were set up."
"That doesn't matter, I still gave up on you. I am such an ass, I can't believe that I . . .How can you even look at me?"
Sighing, she looks down at her feet not knowing what to say.
"I can't lie to you, it still hurts. It hurts like hell. But then I have to stop and remind myself that I had feelings for you in nearly half that time after Danny."
"That was different, Syd, you had a body, you had closure. What you said to me was right, I all of people should know that 'missing' and 'dead' are far from the same. I just . . .I don't know how you can forgive me for that."
Still staring at her shoes, she tries to conjure up a reply that would fit the situation. Right now, she just wants to tell him that she loves him, that it may have only been a few months but she missed him like hell and doesn't give a damn about the past. But the fact that she is caught up in the moment does not go unnoticed, and she realizes that a few days from now she may not feel the same way.
Suddenly, her gaze is finally torn away from her shoes as they both tense at the sound of the door slamming open. Leaping off the bed, they both begin to creep towards the intruder, only to find a very rattled Weiss staring incredulously at them.
"Holy shit guys! Did either of you stop and think for a moment that, oh, I dunno, I may want to know that you're both ALIVE! For Christ's sakes!"
Failing miserably in an attempt to stifle a laugh, they watch as Weiss throws himself exhaustedly onto the couch.
"Sorry, Weiss, but we were just . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you were 'talking'. I don't want to hear it. Kendall has requested that the two of you make yourself present 'immediately', while I on the other hand get to figure out what the hell I'm going to do with Mrs. Vaughn."
An uncomfortable silence falls over the three and wary glances are exchanged between Sydney and Vaughn. Yes, everything she had been to him was a lie, but the truth still remained that they had been *married *.
After shuffling his feet from a moment, Vaughn throws an unsure glance towards his friend.
"Weiss . . ."
"I said I'd take care of it. Now hurry up before your champagne gets warm, Syd. I have a feeling this is going to be the most pleasant debrief either of you have ever attended."
In all that had happened since she had left the warehouse, Sydney had somehow forgotten the events that occurred earlier that day.
Sloane is *dead *.
Immediately a smile appears on her face and she shakes her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, you're right. Let me know when you're done Weiss. We need to celebrate."
"I'm holding you up to that Bristow."
Sydney begins walking towards the door and Vaughn follows, though the look on his face is obviously troubled. The last scene had made it painfully clear to him how close Sydney and Weiss had become.
And for some reason, it bothered him.
They were just good friends, he knew that, and he had thanked his friend more than once for picking up the pieces when he couldn't. Yet in the midst of it all Weiss had taken his place as her source of comfort. It should be *him * she celebrates with for the end of the evil that had surrounded her for so long, he had been the one that was there for her since the beginning. It was selfish, he knew that, but he could not shake the jealous feeling that had come over him.
They arrived at the parking lot and he noticed that she was looking strangely at him.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, perfect."
"See you there then?"
He nods in response and watches her back as she retreats towards her car. Out of nowhere, he is reminded of words she spoke to him forever ago.
--"I was thinking, I can actually go to the CIA through the front door."-
--"And I can actually drive you there."
She knew very well that he could have given her a ride, yet she decided not to bring it up. Before, if an opportunity to spend time with him were presented she would jump at it, even prior to the fall of the alliance. That was no longer the case and it was completely his fault. The reality of their current situation suddenly hit him with a bang.
Things would never be the same between them again.
The thought sent a shiver through him, even in the scorching LA sun, causing him to drop his keys. Once he finally made it into the car, he beat his fist on the steering wheel and sat there for a moment and allowed the pain surge through him. He had always been the one with a solution, the one who could fix her problems.
This, however, he could not fix.
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-So, whatcha think? The angst is back, and I'm enjoying it. Hope you are too. You know how it goes, the more reviews, the sooner the update.
-OK, I have a confession to make. This chapter could have been up a day or to sooner. *Ducks flying object * I tried, really I did, but when you officially become a junior and can drive around town due to your newly acquired license with your two best friends not having to worry about what homework may be due the next day . . .updating a fanfic isn't exactly your top priority. So I did my best to make this a good one, and the next chapter is nearly done, so I promise to update soon. Enjoy : )
-Alright, I finally took the time to jot down a few reviewers I need to thank: Jade, Lara, Maea (hope you feel better!), ValleyGirl, Jasmine, SydVaughn1001, Plummy03, MegVaughn2003, TwinMuse, Zrodezina, Jaryn, Skylark, Aliasgurl, Crystal-Rose (whom I adore at the moment) and of course Jenn. You guys are great, you always know how to keep me smiling! And to anyone else who has been reading that I may have forgotten, let me know and I'll add you next time : )
-OK, the lyrics don't fit so well, and they were already used on the show. But hey, it's U2, so I'm sure you can look past that, right?
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And Love
Is not the easy thing
The only package you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind.
-U2, Walk On
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Sydney Bristow watches in complete disbelief as the body of the woman known to the public as Emily Vaughn crashes down in front of her. For a moment she just stares at the women, still trying to comprehend how it was not she in the position. After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she allows her eyes to leave the body in search of just who had saved her life.
What she finds is a site that she will never forget.
Michael Vaughn stands in front of her with a look of devotion in his eyes that is so strong it startles her.
She watches with interest as he returns her gaze, and then proceeds to toss the gun in the general direction of the body lying before them. Without thinking, she bounces off the ground and throws herself into his arms. They both stand there for a moment reveling in the feeling of finally being back where they belong.
Together.
He was the first to speak, and she recognizes the pain through his muffled words spoken into her hair.
"Oh, God, Syd . . .I heard everything. If she had . . ."
Trailing off, she feels him shake his head in astonishment. Reluctantly, she pulls back and smiles in an attempt to remove the worry from his eyes. Wiping the silent tears from his cheeks, she does what she can to reassure him.
"Hey, Vaughn, it's ok. I'm OK, you saved my life this time."
She added the last sentence with a laugh but her attempts at lightening his mood were futile. Her eyes search his in a vain attempt to figure out what exactly is going through his mind right now.
"No, Sydney, it's not OK. If I had come in here a second later it would have been you lying there! And it could have been MY fault!"
The worry lines immediately make their presence known on his forehead, and she looks at him with concern. She knew he would do this, that he would blame himself, and she has no idea what to say to reassure him.
"Michael, listen to me. This was not your fault. You are just going to have to accept the fact that there is nothing you could have done to prevent this."
After looking at her for a moment, he sighs and retreats to the bed. She watches him intently, waiting patiently for a response.
"I just . . .I can't believe I let her fool me like that. I'm a Goddamn CIA agent; I am trained to see this kind of stuff. Yet somehow I let her slip right into my life."
"You're in good company."
For the first time that night, he laughs, remembering something Irina has said to him earlier.
--"I don't know who you remind me more of, William or Jack."-
"Yeah, I guess I am."
She sits next to him on the bed and he turns his head and just looks at her, memorizing her features and allowing himself to look at her guilt free for the first time since she had returned.
"Sydney, how can you sit here and smile at me like that as if everything is OK? I *gave up on you*, I don't deserve for you to even speak to me."
"That's not your fault, Vaughn, you were set up."
"That doesn't matter, I still gave up on you. I am such an ass, I can't believe that I . . .How can you even look at me?"
Sighing, she looks down at her feet not knowing what to say.
"I can't lie to you, it still hurts. It hurts like hell. But then I have to stop and remind myself that I had feelings for you in nearly half that time after Danny."
"That was different, Syd, you had a body, you had closure. What you said to me was right, I all of people should know that 'missing' and 'dead' are far from the same. I just . . .I don't know how you can forgive me for that."
Still staring at her shoes, she tries to conjure up a reply that would fit the situation. Right now, she just wants to tell him that she loves him, that it may have only been a few months but she missed him like hell and doesn't give a damn about the past. But the fact that she is caught up in the moment does not go unnoticed, and she realizes that a few days from now she may not feel the same way.
Suddenly, her gaze is finally torn away from her shoes as they both tense at the sound of the door slamming open. Leaping off the bed, they both begin to creep towards the intruder, only to find a very rattled Weiss staring incredulously at them.
"Holy shit guys! Did either of you stop and think for a moment that, oh, I dunno, I may want to know that you're both ALIVE! For Christ's sakes!"
Failing miserably in an attempt to stifle a laugh, they watch as Weiss throws himself exhaustedly onto the couch.
"Sorry, Weiss, but we were just . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you were 'talking'. I don't want to hear it. Kendall has requested that the two of you make yourself present 'immediately', while I on the other hand get to figure out what the hell I'm going to do with Mrs. Vaughn."
An uncomfortable silence falls over the three and wary glances are exchanged between Sydney and Vaughn. Yes, everything she had been to him was a lie, but the truth still remained that they had been *married *.
After shuffling his feet from a moment, Vaughn throws an unsure glance towards his friend.
"Weiss . . ."
"I said I'd take care of it. Now hurry up before your champagne gets warm, Syd. I have a feeling this is going to be the most pleasant debrief either of you have ever attended."
In all that had happened since she had left the warehouse, Sydney had somehow forgotten the events that occurred earlier that day.
Sloane is *dead *.
Immediately a smile appears on her face and she shakes her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, you're right. Let me know when you're done Weiss. We need to celebrate."
"I'm holding you up to that Bristow."
Sydney begins walking towards the door and Vaughn follows, though the look on his face is obviously troubled. The last scene had made it painfully clear to him how close Sydney and Weiss had become.
And for some reason, it bothered him.
They were just good friends, he knew that, and he had thanked his friend more than once for picking up the pieces when he couldn't. Yet in the midst of it all Weiss had taken his place as her source of comfort. It should be *him * she celebrates with for the end of the evil that had surrounded her for so long, he had been the one that was there for her since the beginning. It was selfish, he knew that, but he could not shake the jealous feeling that had come over him.
They arrived at the parking lot and he noticed that she was looking strangely at him.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, perfect."
"See you there then?"
He nods in response and watches her back as she retreats towards her car. Out of nowhere, he is reminded of words she spoke to him forever ago.
--"I was thinking, I can actually go to the CIA through the front door."-
--"And I can actually drive you there."
She knew very well that he could have given her a ride, yet she decided not to bring it up. Before, if an opportunity to spend time with him were presented she would jump at it, even prior to the fall of the alliance. That was no longer the case and it was completely his fault. The reality of their current situation suddenly hit him with a bang.
Things would never be the same between them again.
The thought sent a shiver through him, even in the scorching LA sun, causing him to drop his keys. Once he finally made it into the car, he beat his fist on the steering wheel and sat there for a moment and allowed the pain surge through him. He had always been the one with a solution, the one who could fix her problems.
This, however, he could not fix.
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-So, whatcha think? The angst is back, and I'm enjoying it. Hope you are too. You know how it goes, the more reviews, the sooner the update.
