More Tears
Disclaimer: If I owned Alias, I wouldn't have to be able to define 'adjective'.
Okay, chapter 3! Look, I know this is really over dramatic, but I have to get it out of the way. If I have any loyal readers left after this chapter, it gets much better! But I might refer to something in a later chapter from one of the first three, and then where would you be if you didn't read them? ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Vaughn sits staring at the place where Sydney had been sitting only moments before. Throwing all caution to the wind, he runs to comfort Sydney. He knows he's destroying the life he built as all the old feelings come flooding back.
Sydney curls up in the seat, hugging her knees to her chest with her head down. She feels the sobs that she can no longer control tear through her body. She doesn't hear when Vaughn moves up behind her.
I've never seen her look more pitiful, he thinks. But then he adds, I wonder if anyone had. She's always so strong.
His vision blurs, and he blinks hard to keep the tears in check. I did this, he thinks. He joins her on the seat and starts to pull her to him.
"No!" she sobs hysterically, jerking away. "You've moved on! You're MARRIED!" She wonders again why she has to remind him.
"Syd," Vaughn begins softly after a moment, "I know this is hard on you. But you won't stop to think how hard this is on me!" Desperation creeps into his voice.
She ignores him. Both sit still and silent and not touching, as Sydney quiets herself.
"Michael," she starts cautiously, unknowingly using his first name, " How many people know where I am? That I'm alive and coming… back?" She can't bring herself to say home, knowing how things have changed.
Vaughn cringes at his name. "As of now, only four. Myself, Kendall, Weiss, and Will." He feels as though Sydney has just punched him in the gut, hard. She has always called him Vaughn, never Michael. It is as if she is trying to see him as a different man, not the one she loved. She doesn't want to help destroy his life again.
"What are you going to do?" Vaughn asks emotionlessly.
"What do you mean?" Sydney asks just as tonelessly.
"Where will you go? What will you do? Will you still be an agent if Kendall allows it?"
"I don't know." Sydney pauses, then realizes, "I don't know how to do anything else."
They sit in silence for several minutes. An uncomfortable silence, as that of two strangers.
Finally, Vaughn says, "You'll be taken directly to CIA headquarters. They'll want to debrief you, and you'll undergo a psychological analysis. Possibly regression, too. Then you'll have to find someplace to stay. Of course it can't be in any hotel, in case Sloane or someone is watching you."
"I don't remember ever not being an agent on active field duty. I know I can't stay in any hotel," Sydney snaps, then instantly regrets it.
As the airport comes into view, Vaughn decides to risk angering her again. He does not know how long it will be before he sees her again.
"Syd," he begins with an unmasked earnestness in his voice, just as the plane touches down, "Every time I see her I think of you."
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This is not good, Irina thinks. It is too soon.
Irina sits in a room full of TV and computer monitors. She has just seen Sydney on a security camera at the LA airport.
I have underestimated her will, she thinks with a sad smile.
TBC
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Ah, now that makes it more intriguing, no?
Please review! If nobody does I might not continue…Reviews make me type faster!
Disclaimer: If I owned Alias, I wouldn't have to be able to define 'adjective'.
Okay, chapter 3! Look, I know this is really over dramatic, but I have to get it out of the way. If I have any loyal readers left after this chapter, it gets much better! But I might refer to something in a later chapter from one of the first three, and then where would you be if you didn't read them? ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Vaughn sits staring at the place where Sydney had been sitting only moments before. Throwing all caution to the wind, he runs to comfort Sydney. He knows he's destroying the life he built as all the old feelings come flooding back.
Sydney curls up in the seat, hugging her knees to her chest with her head down. She feels the sobs that she can no longer control tear through her body. She doesn't hear when Vaughn moves up behind her.
I've never seen her look more pitiful, he thinks. But then he adds, I wonder if anyone had. She's always so strong.
His vision blurs, and he blinks hard to keep the tears in check. I did this, he thinks. He joins her on the seat and starts to pull her to him.
"No!" she sobs hysterically, jerking away. "You've moved on! You're MARRIED!" She wonders again why she has to remind him.
"Syd," Vaughn begins softly after a moment, "I know this is hard on you. But you won't stop to think how hard this is on me!" Desperation creeps into his voice.
She ignores him. Both sit still and silent and not touching, as Sydney quiets herself.
"Michael," she starts cautiously, unknowingly using his first name, " How many people know where I am? That I'm alive and coming… back?" She can't bring herself to say home, knowing how things have changed.
Vaughn cringes at his name. "As of now, only four. Myself, Kendall, Weiss, and Will." He feels as though Sydney has just punched him in the gut, hard. She has always called him Vaughn, never Michael. It is as if she is trying to see him as a different man, not the one she loved. She doesn't want to help destroy his life again.
"What are you going to do?" Vaughn asks emotionlessly.
"What do you mean?" Sydney asks just as tonelessly.
"Where will you go? What will you do? Will you still be an agent if Kendall allows it?"
"I don't know." Sydney pauses, then realizes, "I don't know how to do anything else."
They sit in silence for several minutes. An uncomfortable silence, as that of two strangers.
Finally, Vaughn says, "You'll be taken directly to CIA headquarters. They'll want to debrief you, and you'll undergo a psychological analysis. Possibly regression, too. Then you'll have to find someplace to stay. Of course it can't be in any hotel, in case Sloane or someone is watching you."
"I don't remember ever not being an agent on active field duty. I know I can't stay in any hotel," Sydney snaps, then instantly regrets it.
As the airport comes into view, Vaughn decides to risk angering her again. He does not know how long it will be before he sees her again.
"Syd," he begins with an unmasked earnestness in his voice, just as the plane touches down, "Every time I see her I think of you."
*************************************************************************************************
This is not good, Irina thinks. It is too soon.
Irina sits in a room full of TV and computer monitors. She has just seen Sydney on a security camera at the LA airport.
I have underestimated her will, she thinks with a sad smile.
TBC
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Ah, now that makes it more intriguing, no?
Please review! If nobody does I might not continue…Reviews make me type faster!
