Waking Up Next to the One you Love

You guys are so exceptionally amazing with reviews. . . YES! Back to double digits again. . . the 1s and 2s were making me sad. Don't worry. . . this story isn't even close to finished. Even though I'm pretty sure I'm getting close to a writer's block. Feel free to e-mail or review. -Jenn
 

Sydney opened her eyes but everything was hazy and it took a minute for her to recognize her surroundings. As she slowly regained feeling, she realized something was on top of her. She looked down at the thing encircling her waist. It was an arm.

Her eyes traveled up the length of it starting with the fingers, clean filed nails leading smoothly to a strong wrist that connected to a well-toned arm with fine blond hairs lying smoothly upon it. It was a man's arm. Quickly she broke her glance to look down.

She was clothed.

Relieved, she slowly turned around to look him in the face. It was Vaughn. Her handler, her secret crush was in the bed with her. He was sleeping, a peaceful smile on his face. She grinned.

And then she remembered. The force of the memory left her winded, she suddenly remembered everything that had happened last night.

She had. . . had that dream again. The one that always seemed to be able to take control of her and render her utterly useless and out of control. And then, Vaughn had come, like a true angel, and swept her up and comforted her in a way no one ever had been able to do. Never had she been able to go back to sleep before. She had always been scared of... whatever had been chasing her. Even now, in broad daylight, she couldn't just picture it as a silly childhood enemy; the mere thought of it still chilled her bones.

Vaughn. She had hurt him, she knew, when she told him that she had meant nothing by her words. And she knew that he didn't fully believe her but now was filled with doubt. She still felt weak physically but mentally, she was doing cartwheels. She could almost see a little Sydney jumping around doing acrobatic flips and pushups, showing off the energy she had from the mere idea of Vaughn. But that Sydney morphed and turned into the little girl in the picture.


The girl who had had a mother and a happy life. She could feel the tears start up again and wanted to hit herself. Why was she so damn emotional? It didn't make sense. She had made her peace with this a long time ago. And that's when she realized that she wasn't just crying for the loss of the little girl's life. She was crying FOR her. She didn't envy the girl; Sydney only felt sorry that the girl had never been able to experience of meeting that perfect someone.

Sure, she was her and all but just like her mother was dead, that girl was too. In her mind, they were just two graves lying side by side. She wanted to get up and dry her face before Vaughn woke up and worried again but she couldn't find the strength to move. She leaned on her elbows and looked at him.

He was peaceful, an expression she had never seen before lightened his face and she smiled through her tears. A teardrop fell from her face and she saw the drop flying, shining in the sunlight, until it hit Vaughn's face. And that's when he woke up.

Short chapter but I think it's pretty sweet and I wanted it to be peaceful before. . . before things start happening. Hint hint.

So~ I just wanted to thank you guys again for putting me on your favorite author/favorite story lists. It's a great feeling. As always, review~

Oh, and I'm making this flashback start from 3 months ago because I don't think it would be realistic for them to get together right away. This is just the first step. Enjoy.