The Way it Should Be
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Title: The Way It Should Be
Author: Jennifer
e-mail: aliaswriter@hotmail.com
AIM: aivilo313
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post "The Telling" – begins a couple of minutes before the ending of the season finale and serves to release the angst and anguish that I am feeling over the fact that Vaughn is "married"- - please note that my words that are spilling out into this ultimately S/V story does not necessarily reflect my thoughts on what will occur in the next season.
Spoilers: All of Seasons One, Season Two, and whatever flashbacks that may pop into my head related to those seasons. (Obviously until "The Telling")
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Speedy: if only I'd thought of that 94 is double 47 first…oh 2 well… it had to be 94 sometime right? God… I even analyzed page 47 of Alice in Wonderland so don't even get me started on the Looking Glass Theory.
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5.
The CIA received a phone call from a Holiday Inn 150 miles away at 3:30 in the morning, confirming the registration and the descriptions given. The black SUV parked in the lot had no license plates, the white male described matched the physicality of Morris Saint-Clair and two men had come in at a later time carrying a woman who they claimed to be drunk.
At 4, the teams were there in front of room 421, ready to relieve the suffering of all people who had believed her to be forever gone, especially that of Jack Bristow and Michael Vaughn. He had been the first to volunteer and grab a weapon and the second to jump into the van. He had already decided that somehow, he would never let her out of his sight again. At least not without the full knowledge of his love for her.
The door was unlocked but when the pushed it open, the room was empty. Except for the body that lay strewn across the sheets… Morris Saint-Clair had done his duty and had been disposed of.
The window overlooking the parking lot was wide open.
The black SUV was still there.
And they were out of leads; they knew that the fingerprints would give them no clues as to who the two men were for they would not have any true importance after she was taken to whatever destination she was headed for.
Jack was the only person who noticed that Vaughn kept his mask on and his suspicions of why he would do so were confirmed when he saw the sparkle of a tear glisten in the moonlight.
End Flashback
Sydney stopped and sat still on the mattress, not daring to look up lest his statement had only been heard by her ears and not really uttered at all. She stared at her hands with a ferocity that seemed to make the whole world still. "What?"
From her peripheral vision, she saw Vaughn's hand waver above hers before it pulled back again. "Syd… will you look at me?"
She wanted to, but was afraid of the tears that were already threatening to spill over her eyelids and she was afraid of crying in front of a man who had turned into a stranger mere minutes before. She shook her head and he understood. He hooked a finger under her chin to lift her face up to his and she closed her eyes in surrender and anguish.
Her face still brought a chill over his body, still amazed him at how this resilient and utterly strong woman could in the same instant look so fragile and breakable. He brought his lips to her foreheads, pressing them slightly, reveling in the feeling of his skin against hers, a feeling he had been deprived of for too long.
His lips ended next to her ear and his whisper sent hot breath cascading into her senses with an air of complete assurance. "Sydney, I'm not married."
If her eyes hadn't been closed already, they would have been by now for there would have been no way she would have been able to not close her eyes at the utter sensuality of his breath so close to her. And though she did not remember the years lost nor the time passed, she knew sharply how much her body had missed him and knew from that that what he had said was true. It had been too long.
Her fingers lightly traced his, trying to ingrain their texture into her mind so that she could carry his fingerprints around with her always but they came across his ring once again.
She pulled away, noticing his slightly surprised expression. She believed him… she did. But she still didn't understand.
His hand held onto hers, giving her a warmth and a strength that she missed so much that her heart ached within her and all she wanted was to be enveloped into his arms once again. But the question had to be asked.
"Vaughn… why are you wearing that ring?"
TBC…
Was it good for you? (lol, couldn't resist).
Well, you got her reaction but I tapered it off with a tiny not-really-cliffy-cliff so that you might maintain your interest with the story.
His explanation along with a few more chaps w/ flashbacks and the like are coming up next so I hope you like those too and are looking forward to reading more because that is what I'm aiming for~
Thank you so much for all your reviews, they make my day. They really do.
~Jenn
