You guys… I met the HOTTEST guy the other day… and he was even
hotter because he was nice and he could sing like no other… (Yes I go for guys
with voices). Anyway… he was a part of the Stanford Mendicants and he had a
solo and I was basically swooning in my chair because of the afore-mentioned
weakness of mine.
So, he's a lot older than I am
but it's not like anything is going to happen anyway so I can dream right? Like
I do with Michael Vartan… J
Damn he was hot… I'm listening
to the CD right now. New favorite song: Two Princes.
Back to my story:
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To:
All the people
who reviewed my last two chapters.
Dream Writer
4 Life- you know it
already but I truly value your reviews and all your insight and comments on all
my stories. It's nice to know that you read everything and then feel the need
to tell me how you feel about what I write too. Thanks for all your kind words,
constructive criticisms, and e-mails.
And here is 26.
26.
Daniel Hecht
walked past the flower shop, peering at the roses that peeked out from the
corner; seducing him, trying to get him to come into the store.
It was as if they
were speaking to him. Buy me. Buy me! He shook his head. Maybe the
torture had affected him more than he thought.
But he stopped
himself again. He wouldn't allow himself to think about the torture. Those were
times he never wanted to live through again.
Strange though,
how he wasn't sure that this life was so much better. Looking at the roses only
reminded him of Sydney. Which would have been delightful if she loved him back.
But he could only
think about the roses that had covered the room; filling the entire space with
their sweet scent and color. He loved her that much too. He would do that too.
But she wouldn't let him.
She had already
let him go.
So he walked past
the store; past the beckoning flowers that still called out to him as he walked
away.
I have no one
to buy them for.
And against his
will, he felt his rage growing once more.
She was dead to
him. He could control himself. He didn't have to be a slave to love; there was
no such thing as love.
No such thing. It
had died when he did; died when Sydney had turned her back on him; died the
minute the door had opened and she had nearly screamed at the sight of him.
God, he wished it
was alive though.
She should have
died hereafter.
There would
have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and
tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this
petty pace from day to day
To the last
syllable of recorded time.
And all our
yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Out, out brief
candle!
Life's but a
walking shadow,a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is
heard no more.
It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying
nothing.
What was that?
Shakespeare? That's right. William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act 5.
Profound guy that
Shakespeare.
Sydney had loved
that passage; had memorized it in seconds and then recited it to him, her eyes
even tearing a bit as she told him how beautiful it was.
He had told her
that it was as beautiful as she was.
And she had
laughed and kissed him.
What an idiot.
What an idiot's tale. Life was indeed a tale told by an idiot. It was full of
sound and fury but, in the end, Shakespeare was right.
It signified
nothing.
Absolutely
nothing.
But even that
desolation and sudden epiphany didn't keep him from shouting in surprise and
fear as he felt himself being suddenly grabbed and pulled into a parked car in
the street.
Hands roughly
grabbed him, pulling his hands behind his back while another pair got the shot
ready.
He felt the
undeniable feeling of cold steel against his neck and he stopped stuggling. He
had felt the force of that gun slamming across his head too many times to
count.
He started
babbling again; he had always babbled at this moment. This suspended second in
time when everything stopped and the only thing that he could see was the slow
spurting of the clear yellow drops erupting from the end of the needle.
And though he
fought furiously against what he knew would happen next, Sydney's face popped
in front of his eyes again anyway, lips gently smiling as her eyes twinkled
with laughter.
Silently giving
him strength and sanity.
And then it
exploded as another broke through it.
The face lowered
itself until it was a mere inches above his own.
"You have
been a very bad boy."
And then he felt
the familiar fire rage through his veins, coursing through his system and
grappling with his heart. And then he felt nothing.
~:~
Vaughn smiled as
he heard Sydney step beside him, the door gently closing as she rested her head
on his shoulder. "Sydney, can't you see I'm shaving?"
A slow grin grew
across her face. "I'm sure I saw more than that a few minutes ago when you
were in the shower."
Vaughn blushed hotly but stoicly kept his own and
attempted to change the subject. "Well, your mood has certainly gotten a
lot lighter since yesterday."
She grew more serious.
"You do that to me. You make me happy."
He grinned. He
loved getting compliments.
"Don't think
I don't know what that look on your face means."
Vaughn raised his
eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about. My mind is completely
and totally blank at the moment."
He felt the breath
of her soft chuckle on his neck and shivered slightly. "Really? Because I
thought you were gloating and telling yourself how much you love getting
compliments."
He turned towards
her, razor still in hand. "Wrong."
Sydney raised her
own eyebrows, a slightly puzzled expression on her face. "Really? Pray
tell then Mr. Vaughn. What exactly were you thinking about?"
"Kissing
you."
She rolled her
eyes. "You are such a cornball did you know th-"
He shut her up with
a method she wasn't really opposed to.
Except for the
fact that she now had shaving cream on her face.
She burst out
laughing but stopped at the sudden exulted look on his face.
"What's so
great?"
"You're
laughing. I just realized I haven't heard you laugh since yesterday morning. I
didn't know how much I missed it until I heard it just now."
She shook her
head. "See? See what you do to me? You go ahead and say things like that
and then I can't even pretend to be mad at you anymore for messing up my
face."
He grinned.
"Your face isn't messed up. Besides, isn't that a good thing? Then we'll
never fight."
"True."
She wiped out the
shaving cream with a finger and then transferred it onto Vaughn's shoulder.
"Syd! I just
took a shower."
"I know. Now
you're dirty again. I guess you'll just have to take another one."
"With you
watching I suppose."
"Of course. I
might even feel inclined to join you."
He shook his head
at her and smiled. "I can't believe I'm going to marry you."
Sydney stiffened
as she was suddenly blown into a memory.
"What are
you doing?"
"Will you
please stand up?"
...
"Remember
the loud guy? At the lounge?"
"Oh
no..."
"BUILD ME
UP! BUTTERCUP BABY THEN YOU BRING ME DOWN AND MESS ME AROUND AND THEN WORST OF
ALL YOU NEVER CALL BABY WHEN YOU SAY YOU WILL. BUT I LOVE YOU STILL..."
...
Danny traced
the freckles that were splattered all over her back as she lay beside him,
reading a book.
"I can't
believe I'm going to marry you."
She turned from
her book, looking at him curiously. "Why is it so hard to believe?"
"Just
because... Well, look at you. And then look at me."
"What am I
supposed to be seeing?"
"The fact
that I love you."
"Oh, is
that it? That's obvious."
"I know.
The amazing part is that you love me back."
She smiled and
pecked him on the cheek. "I will always love you. But leave me alone right
now, I'm trying to read."
She shook her
head, banishing the memory from her mind. She would have loved Danny forever
but he left her.
Maybe not
intentionally but leaving was leaving.
Though was she
creating a double standard for herself? For hadn't she left him as well,
intentional or not?
It didn't matter.
Who left who and why was not relevant.
There was only one
thing that was relevant.
And he was
standing right in front of her.
"Syd? Are you
okay? You went into kind of a daze."
"No. No...
I'm fine. I promise. I just got a little dizzy, that's all." She smiled
wanly at him and exited the bathroom, letting her head clear away from the
steam.
Leave me alone.
Danny. Please just let me be with Michael. No more memories.
Vaughn came out of
the shower, a puzzled look on his face as he watched her sit on the couch and
stare out the window. He wasn't sure of what had just happened.
She had been fine
a moment ago.
He wrapped the
towel(!) more securely around himself and walked slowly over to her, still
judging how much he could help her.
And that's when
his pager went off.
Checking the
number, he cursed quietly and looked quickly at Sydney before turning to the
phone.
"This is
Agent Vaughn."
"Vaughn get
your ass over here right now. We have a situation."
TBC...
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