An Undefinable Sweetness
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Dream Writer 4 Life… haha, yes I DID see your disclaimer after I found your adamant denial of idea-stealing in your review. {winks} I grovel for your forgiveness.
Ryanne... Perhaps you should go back a read the last couple chapters again because some of the answers to your questions were huge portions of them. Danny's demise was tied in with Vaughn's cliff in CHs. 38-39 and the last chapter is either this one or the next one~ Sorry if my writing was uber-crazy and hard to follow.
Secret Agent Girl... I couldn't let the possible-last chapter go by without dedicating to you because you have no idea how much of an inspiration you have been to me; perhaps you are an incarnation of Gracie as well as of myself. Hope you're wearing your reading glasses~ (and hope this chapter is S/V enough... Trying my best)
Kat: Haha, yes you ARE on the list because you're so much fun... I mean I know that the only interaction I have with you is from your reviews and my dedications but they always make me smile because you are ca-raaa--zeeee... Like me.
Thesheeplover: muahahaha i love your name... Oh man I nearly fell over from that alone.
Speedy: haha, one less fic to keep track of! (even though I did add 3 more and there is another on the way ;) Anyway, I hope that you like this last chapter and good luck with the whole college thing!
Yostamaca: You can have a finished file for this fic now… it's not going to get any longer. I am so "yay" by you… (see how I didn't even know how to express myself?) Haha, if I'm your God, then you are my God for making me your God.
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Last Chapter? Not Last Chapter? I don't know... I'll let you know by the end of the chapter... We'll see how everything works out.
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I realized something… "Undefinable" is not a word. It's supposed to be "indefinable" but I like the way "Undefinable" sounds better so I'm not going to change it. Just wanted to let you know that I'm stupid… but it does sounds better so…meh {sticks out tongue} (don't seem so mature now huh?)
42.
"Vaughn... your mother liked me." She felt his smile start to spread against her neck.
"I told you she would." His arms turned her around so that he could embrace her in a hug. He couldn't help but laugh at the complete expression of relief that covered her face, as if she had just released her breath after holding it for a very, very long time.
And now she was biting her lip and he knew that she was trying to get up the nerve to ask him something. He stroked her cheek softly with his finger, marveling as he always did at his ability to touch her.
"Syd? What is it? Whatever it is, just tell me; you don't have to be scared of my reaction."
"Vaughn... Do you think that it would be wrong to just not tell your mother about my mother... I mean she seems to have moved on already and she likes me and there's nothing wrong so far. It just seems as if bringing up the past like that will not only bring back the past but will also taint the way she thinks of me and-"
She released her breath, finally getting the courage to meet his gaze, "I know that you know and have been able to move on because you love me but haven't there been moments -even if they were only when you just found out- that you have resented me?"
The slightly shocked expression that entered his eyes told her that she had underestimated his love for her.
"Sydney… of course finding out what your mother had done was a shock to me and I was angry at her but I never resented you. I could never resent you."
"That's what I'm talking about. If you didn't have feelings for me… even if we were just casual friends, wouldn't that knowledge change the way that you thought about me? I know that this is technically dishonest and that your mother should know because… it's her right to know but… I don't know. I'm so scared that she's going to turn around and tell me that I ruined her family or something." Her small smile seemed ashamed as she looked up at him, a question in her eyes that made her seem like a petulant child.
He wasn't looking at her, his eyes were closed and he was nodding slightly. "I was actually thinking that same thing, Syd. When my father died… he was the love of her life and I don't think that she ever truly got over him but she's managed to finally move on. And that took her years to do.
"I can't see what good any of this information will do for her because she was never even explicitly filled in on all the details of his murder. And if knowing will change the way she thinks about you; Syd, I know that it's not starting with an absolutely clean slate and I know that it's at least slightly dishonest but I think that not telling Maman about this will be better for all of us too."
She hugged him, breathing out a silent breath of relief; though this was also releasing tension from her and allowed her a moment's peace… she was truly glad that she wouldn't have to be the bearer of bad news so long since past.
Some business is better left unfinished.
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The invitations came on thick creamy paper tied off at the top with white ribbons. The calligraphy, in which their names as well as the information of the wedding, was done in the purest black ink and held no secrets. There would be no tricks for this; no codes to unscramble or words to reread… this day, even if only this day, would be straightforward and completely honest.
For it was simple; uncomplicated. It was the joining of two people who were so completely in love with each other despite their surroundings and their complicated lives… it seemed fitting that this pure love be accompanied with a ceremony simple enough that any person could understand it.
The music swelled in the background with beautiful lilting melodies that were unknown enough to simply be "beautiful" without attached titles or composers. This ceremony did not belong to Mozart or Bach or Olivia Newton John.
It belonged to Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn.
Soft breezes continually rolled through the crowd, rustling the soft white flowers that were intertwined along the walls and aisles of the lush, closed garden. On top of the green grass lay the white carpet leading up to a gazebo carved from mahogany and accentuated by the twisting stems and soft petals of the lilies that curled around every crevice.
Michael Vaughn stood there, waiting, a secret smile lighting his expression and he had to continually remind himself not to wring his hands or pinch himself. The warmth of anticipation spread throughout his body as he finally heard the familiar tune of the wedding march.
All the other women were faceless to him and he had to keep himself from jumping to catch a glimpse of Sydney.
And then there she was.
Clad in a white empire-waist dress, her small veil unable to hide her sparkling eyes, she slowly made her way towards him, hand squeezing her father's arm ever so slightly, stepping in beat to the song, each step taking her closer to her future.
And then she was there, standing in front of him with 30 other pairs of eyes watching them. She fought the urge to laugh in happiness and compromised with a smile that nearly covered her entire face. His face mirrored hers, his lips mouthing three words to her.
It was hard for him to keep his eyes only on her own; Michael wanted to twirl her around and take her into his arms… he wanted to place a hand on her stomach even though she had only just barely started to show.
He took her, then, to be his wife; she took him to be her lawfully wedded husband. They had already survived sickness, health, and death. There was only one thing left now that legally separated them.
Vows.
He paused, taking a moment to look at her before starting to speak.
"Sydney, your entrance into my life was… dynamic to say the least. And every day since then, I have gotten to know you increasingly better and now, here we are. It's amazing to me that I could be standing here with you; it's unreal that you could actually love me when I feel as if I sometimes don't even deserve you. You are the most beautiful and genuine person I have ever met and all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you.
"We have definitely had our obstacles and the fact that we have managed to overcome them proves to me that our love can weather anything; I will never stop being surprised by you and I know that today will truly by the beginning of the rest of my life and I can't wait another minute to start it with you.
"I love you."
She smiled, shaking her head before speaking. "Michael Vaughn, you have just stolen my entire vow to you. But I knew you would so I've been working on my improvisation skills.
"You are the one person that I can turn to no matter what is happening around me and I am so grateful that I have that kind of foundation in you. You have been my peer, my friend, my boyfriend, and now you are going to be my husband and I feel so incredibly lucky to be standing here next to you. I want you to know that I feel safe knowing that no matter what is going on, I can trust you to save me even if it involves getting on a plane to fly to Spain on a minute's notice-"
There was a general laughter from the people sitting down though Vaughn only smiled, recognizing the utter truth in her words.
"You have saved me from myself, you have saved me from life and from death, and… I know… that being with you will make me happy for the rest of my life. Everything else that I have ever accomplished is completely diminished now that I have you. You are everything that I have ever worked towards; everything that I could ever want and more. So now, I'm just going to tell you this one thing.
"Nothing else matters except this moment right here. This is our happily ever after."
~Fin~
Wow… 42 chapters later, this "little" fic is [finally?] over. Eh… as always, I'm filled with insecurities and even know I feel as if there is something missing so, as always, feel free to give me suggestions or just commands telling me to rewrite this chapter.
Regarding this "sequel" that some of you are mentioning:
*****Some of you have been mentioning a sequel and my reaction is Lord, haven't you had enough of this super-long story?!?!?!?!? But actually… I am not opposed to a sequel… I'm just clear out of ideas for one. So if you really want one then give me an idea for a plot (if it's too intricate and detailed and secret, e-mail it to me @ aliaswriter@hotmail.com) and I'll see what I can do.
(Ideas for any other stories that you have but are too lazy to write can also be e-mailed to me, I'll try to get it down for you;))
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