EPILOGUE
Two weeks later
SALZBURG (Austria) - DÖM NICHTE HOTEL
"Mr. and Mrs. McCullen?", the recepcionist asked.
Michael nodded.
"Room 447. Otto!", the man called the bellhop, "guide the McCullens to
their room. Hope everything suits you"
They were in Austria. They have arrived an hour ago, after a neverending journey with stops in Vancouver, Madrid and Paris. They were tired, especially Sydney. Last weeks have been crazy. Medical checkings, files preparation, psychological evaluations... Many hours for her to be sit down in planes and waiting rooms, for she was still convalescent.
They reached the room. From now on and during a time, they only had to rest and try to forget. They don't know when they could come back; the CIA would let them know. Jack Bristow had been sent to Nassau, hot place, tropical paradise, but doctors thought the weather in Austria would be more recommendable for Sydney.
"I think I'm going to sleep right now. I can't stand up nor a minute
more, Vaughn", she said.
"Michael!", he protested
"Sorry, I think I'll have to get used to it", she smile to him.
"Don't worry. I'll unpack, OK? Then I'll send the confirmation to
Weiss. Try to rest, mrs. McCullen.
"You too, honey", and she turned towards the bedroom.
Michael opened one of the cases. But he realized something and followed Syd again.
"Mmm... Syd... would you prefer that I sleep in the sofa?", it was
violent to ask it but he had to.
Sydney seemed to hesitate, just a second.
"No, Va... Michael, you don't have to", she smiled.
Michael woke up. Oh no...! Sydney was having a nightmare again. She had every night since he rescued her from the camp. It was logical, but Michael felt sad, ignoring how to help her. Trying not to wake her, he embraced her into his chest and rock her tenderly. It would be hard, and he knew it.
The next day
They spent the day at the hotel. They only went out to have lunch in a typical little restaurant they had seen in the same square where the hotel was situated.
Michael loved the light of the day... for Sydney. She was so different in the morning... one could say she was well, that she had overpowered her inner fears. Both knew only time could help her out of the memories. And they were together and they loved each other; they would manage to. Nightmares will eventually end.
They were watching old classic films the rest of the day. Films which were romantic, beautiful ones; films like those weren't made anymore and Sydney and Michael agreed in that point. They were relaxed, just enjoying the time they'd never had before.
During the last film, "Tell Me It was not a Dream", Michael got asleepy. He woke up, surprised of feeling Sydney kissing his chest. He didn't know how to react; it was true he liked the moment, but he didn't want to hurt her. He loved her and he could give her all the time of the world. Michael touched tenderly her shoulders.
"Syd... are you sure? I mean... well, I don't know... everything is so
recent that I can avoid worrying for you. I...", he said, confused.
Sydney felt even more confident. She looked straight into his eyes. She shut his words with a brief kiss in his lips.
"Michael, I know, I haven't forgotten, and I doubt if I would ever be
able to. I don't know if this is going to work, but I want to try it,
honey, because I love you so much that I feel I can cope with
everything now that you're by my side. I want to try it, I want us to
try to forget it this very night, every night... That men was the
worst thing I've ever go through, but you are the one I truly love..."
Michael lay her on the bed and kissed her softly. He felt weird, he didn't know what he should do and what he shouldn't, if any move could make her appart from him. But he knew, he felt, more than ever, he loved Sydney. Tenderly, he took out the night shirt she was wearing and let his kisses spread in her body.
Sweet and softly, but with a passion lighted since immemorial times, they made love, tenderly. Sydney felt her fears turned off, she felt that a man had made her wish being dead, and that another man, Michael, would give her that life back with his caresses.
So was their night, until they saw the morning light, embraced, thinking that nothing could set them appart. It was not a moment for caring about the future, they would have time to do it when they come back home.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you to all for your support in my first fan-fic in English. I would like you to make a last effort, please feedback me about the global story if you think it's worth. I would like to make a review in order to get a definitive enhanced version of 'Maçois Bay' and decide if I can try a sequel. Please, review the good, the not so good and the definitely bad, your suggestions, all what you want. I will take good note of every single thing you think about this.
Thanks in advance!
Regards from Spain!
bristow_syd
June, 2003
Two weeks later
SALZBURG (Austria) - DÖM NICHTE HOTEL
"Mr. and Mrs. McCullen?", the recepcionist asked.
Michael nodded.
"Room 447. Otto!", the man called the bellhop, "guide the McCullens to
their room. Hope everything suits you"
They were in Austria. They have arrived an hour ago, after a neverending journey with stops in Vancouver, Madrid and Paris. They were tired, especially Sydney. Last weeks have been crazy. Medical checkings, files preparation, psychological evaluations... Many hours for her to be sit down in planes and waiting rooms, for she was still convalescent.
They reached the room. From now on and during a time, they only had to rest and try to forget. They don't know when they could come back; the CIA would let them know. Jack Bristow had been sent to Nassau, hot place, tropical paradise, but doctors thought the weather in Austria would be more recommendable for Sydney.
"I think I'm going to sleep right now. I can't stand up nor a minute
more, Vaughn", she said.
"Michael!", he protested
"Sorry, I think I'll have to get used to it", she smile to him.
"Don't worry. I'll unpack, OK? Then I'll send the confirmation to
Weiss. Try to rest, mrs. McCullen.
"You too, honey", and she turned towards the bedroom.
Michael opened one of the cases. But he realized something and followed Syd again.
"Mmm... Syd... would you prefer that I sleep in the sofa?", it was
violent to ask it but he had to.
Sydney seemed to hesitate, just a second.
"No, Va... Michael, you don't have to", she smiled.
Michael woke up. Oh no...! Sydney was having a nightmare again. She had every night since he rescued her from the camp. It was logical, but Michael felt sad, ignoring how to help her. Trying not to wake her, he embraced her into his chest and rock her tenderly. It would be hard, and he knew it.
The next day
They spent the day at the hotel. They only went out to have lunch in a typical little restaurant they had seen in the same square where the hotel was situated.
Michael loved the light of the day... for Sydney. She was so different in the morning... one could say she was well, that she had overpowered her inner fears. Both knew only time could help her out of the memories. And they were together and they loved each other; they would manage to. Nightmares will eventually end.
They were watching old classic films the rest of the day. Films which were romantic, beautiful ones; films like those weren't made anymore and Sydney and Michael agreed in that point. They were relaxed, just enjoying the time they'd never had before.
During the last film, "Tell Me It was not a Dream", Michael got asleepy. He woke up, surprised of feeling Sydney kissing his chest. He didn't know how to react; it was true he liked the moment, but he didn't want to hurt her. He loved her and he could give her all the time of the world. Michael touched tenderly her shoulders.
"Syd... are you sure? I mean... well, I don't know... everything is so
recent that I can avoid worrying for you. I...", he said, confused.
Sydney felt even more confident. She looked straight into his eyes. She shut his words with a brief kiss in his lips.
"Michael, I know, I haven't forgotten, and I doubt if I would ever be
able to. I don't know if this is going to work, but I want to try it,
honey, because I love you so much that I feel I can cope with
everything now that you're by my side. I want to try it, I want us to
try to forget it this very night, every night... That men was the
worst thing I've ever go through, but you are the one I truly love..."
Michael lay her on the bed and kissed her softly. He felt weird, he didn't know what he should do and what he shouldn't, if any move could make her appart from him. But he knew, he felt, more than ever, he loved Sydney. Tenderly, he took out the night shirt she was wearing and let his kisses spread in her body.
Sweet and softly, but with a passion lighted since immemorial times, they made love, tenderly. Sydney felt her fears turned off, she felt that a man had made her wish being dead, and that another man, Michael, would give her that life back with his caresses.
So was their night, until they saw the morning light, embraced, thinking that nothing could set them appart. It was not a moment for caring about the future, they would have time to do it when they come back home.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you to all for your support in my first fan-fic in English. I would like you to make a last effort, please feedback me about the global story if you think it's worth. I would like to make a review in order to get a definitive enhanced version of 'Maçois Bay' and decide if I can try a sequel. Please, review the good, the not so good and the definitely bad, your suggestions, all what you want. I will take good note of every single thing you think about this.
Thanks in advance!
Regards from Spain!
bristow_syd
June, 2003