/b I don't own anyone...as much as I would LOVE to own Vaughn. haha...`=P They all belong to ABC and the little people that run JJ's mind. `=P
bAuthor's Note::/b this takes place right after the finale [yeah, i know. but, what's one more, eh?]. I don't have much to note you about. PLEASE READ & REVIEW!!!
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She couldn't take her eyes off the ring, plain as it looked. She mentally searched for a matching one on her hand. But, she realized that she didn't have the matching ring on her. Vaughn soon launched himself into an explanation that began with them, meaning the CIA, looking for her that night after her fight with "Francie".
"Ugh, 'Francie'," she thought. She couldn't believe that the one person who held her connection to reality was actually gone.
"Of all people, why Francie?" she kept on thinking. She couldn't bare to listen to Vaughn's recollection of that night. She wanted to know WHY he had that ring on his finger. He wasn't up to it yet. She listened to him go on and sensed that he was trying to avoid telling her about the ring. She finally got fed up with him stalling.
"Vaughn, just tell me why you're wearing that ring." she asked him in a calm and cooled tone. He finally explained it to her.
"We looked everywhere for you. When no trace, absolutely no trace of you turned up, it was concluded that you were dead."
"Glad to know everyone tried," she said with a hint of sarcasm. She wasn't making this easy. Even though she was very cool and calm, he knew that she hated him to his very core. He began to tell her about how moving on from her wasn't the easiest thing to do. He had to leave the agency for awhile. He had to get away from anything and everything that reminded him of her. But then he met a woman named Melanie. He never had any real intention of marrying her. DATING her wasn't even in his mind when he met her. He had met her while he was still grieving Sydney.
"One thing led to another, and before I knew it we got married, and you called."
"And I called?!" she thought. He made it sound like she had interrupted his life by her waking up in the middle of an alley in Hong Kong, and the last thing she could remember was a fight that had, apparently, happened 2 years ago!! She wanted to lash out on him right then and there. But, she had bigger problems. Vaughn was just answering her question. She rethought his explanation. Most of it was reasonable. If she really HAD died, then she definitely wouldn't have wanted Vaughn mourning her all his life. But the thought of him marrying so soon was the thing that bewildered her.
"She's taking this too well," he thought. A little TOO well, actually. He had expected her to punch him or kick him where it hurt. But she didn't. All she did was avoid his gaze. She was letting the information sink in. He remembered a time when he could read her very thoughts. Sadly, that was a time long gone. She was no longer that same woman who had been so thrilled about going to Santa Barbra. She was suddenly a woman trying to find something to hold onto and remember what happened to her in 2 years time. She was a woman who was confused.
She couldn't move. She was frozen. She knew that her calm and cool exterior was fading fast. Instead of wanting to go back to LA, all she wanted to do was stay in Hong Kong. She prayed silently that this was all a dream. It had to be. No one could EVER be left unconscious for that long in an alley without anyone ever finding them and telling someone.
"There anything else you want to know?" he asked, breaking Sydney's thoughts. Her eyes shot at him, and he felt as if she had actually shot him with that look. He realized his mistake.
"Of course there are more things she wants to know!" he yelled at himself, silently. If she were a person who had a short temper, that would've done it. She would've smacked him right there. But, thankfully she didn't have a short temper. There were more things she wanted to know. Like, what happened to...everyone.
"What happened to my mother?" she asked him.
"From what I last heard, she's still out there."
"My father?"
"He's safe. He's back."
"Sloane?"
"Still out there."
"Will?"
"He got his job back. Along with a promotion." she smiled. At least ONE good thing happened while she was 'away'. She still wasn't looking at him. This was killing him. He wished that she wasn't the strong and stubborn person that she was so she could start crying and fall into his arms. As desperate as that seemed to be, he knew she wasn't going to do that. Sydney Bristow didn't fold that easily.
"What about Marshall and Dixon? How are they?"
"They're fine. They're still with the agency. They haven't changed one bit. Although, Marshall and Carrie are practically living together." That last comment almost made Sydney want to cry. That was the phase she and Vaughn were at about 2 years ago. He should've known better than to say that last line.
"When can I go home?" she finally asked. Now, that was all she wanted to do. Go home, and cry. Only, she didn't really have a home to go to. She destroyed it during her fight with 'Francie'.
"Tomorrow. We're going to be spending a night here. I found out before I came in that there's a heavy rainstorm in LA. Your father has all your belongings. So, you'll stay with him for the time being. Is that okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah, that's fine." There was a silence that fell between them. Suddenly, Sydney felt as if she were that double agent and he was just her handler, all over again.
"We have an early flight tomorrow. You should get some rest." he told her.
"Thanks," she smiled back at him. Vaughn stood up and headed toward the door. But, he was stopped when Sydney grabbed his arm and hugged him. He didn't want to let go. But he knew he had to. She was no longer his.
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bAuthor's Note::/b this takes place right after the finale [yeah, i know. but, what's one more, eh?]. I don't have much to note you about. PLEASE READ & REVIEW!!!
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She couldn't take her eyes off the ring, plain as it looked. She mentally searched for a matching one on her hand. But, she realized that she didn't have the matching ring on her. Vaughn soon launched himself into an explanation that began with them, meaning the CIA, looking for her that night after her fight with "Francie".
"Ugh, 'Francie'," she thought. She couldn't believe that the one person who held her connection to reality was actually gone.
"Of all people, why Francie?" she kept on thinking. She couldn't bare to listen to Vaughn's recollection of that night. She wanted to know WHY he had that ring on his finger. He wasn't up to it yet. She listened to him go on and sensed that he was trying to avoid telling her about the ring. She finally got fed up with him stalling.
"Vaughn, just tell me why you're wearing that ring." she asked him in a calm and cooled tone. He finally explained it to her.
"We looked everywhere for you. When no trace, absolutely no trace of you turned up, it was concluded that you were dead."
"Glad to know everyone tried," she said with a hint of sarcasm. She wasn't making this easy. Even though she was very cool and calm, he knew that she hated him to his very core. He began to tell her about how moving on from her wasn't the easiest thing to do. He had to leave the agency for awhile. He had to get away from anything and everything that reminded him of her. But then he met a woman named Melanie. He never had any real intention of marrying her. DATING her wasn't even in his mind when he met her. He had met her while he was still grieving Sydney.
"One thing led to another, and before I knew it we got married, and you called."
"And I called?!" she thought. He made it sound like she had interrupted his life by her waking up in the middle of an alley in Hong Kong, and the last thing she could remember was a fight that had, apparently, happened 2 years ago!! She wanted to lash out on him right then and there. But, she had bigger problems. Vaughn was just answering her question. She rethought his explanation. Most of it was reasonable. If she really HAD died, then she definitely wouldn't have wanted Vaughn mourning her all his life. But the thought of him marrying so soon was the thing that bewildered her.
"She's taking this too well," he thought. A little TOO well, actually. He had expected her to punch him or kick him where it hurt. But she didn't. All she did was avoid his gaze. She was letting the information sink in. He remembered a time when he could read her very thoughts. Sadly, that was a time long gone. She was no longer that same woman who had been so thrilled about going to Santa Barbra. She was suddenly a woman trying to find something to hold onto and remember what happened to her in 2 years time. She was a woman who was confused.
She couldn't move. She was frozen. She knew that her calm and cool exterior was fading fast. Instead of wanting to go back to LA, all she wanted to do was stay in Hong Kong. She prayed silently that this was all a dream. It had to be. No one could EVER be left unconscious for that long in an alley without anyone ever finding them and telling someone.
"There anything else you want to know?" he asked, breaking Sydney's thoughts. Her eyes shot at him, and he felt as if she had actually shot him with that look. He realized his mistake.
"Of course there are more things she wants to know!" he yelled at himself, silently. If she were a person who had a short temper, that would've done it. She would've smacked him right there. But, thankfully she didn't have a short temper. There were more things she wanted to know. Like, what happened to...everyone.
"What happened to my mother?" she asked him.
"From what I last heard, she's still out there."
"My father?"
"He's safe. He's back."
"Sloane?"
"Still out there."
"Will?"
"He got his job back. Along with a promotion." she smiled. At least ONE good thing happened while she was 'away'. She still wasn't looking at him. This was killing him. He wished that she wasn't the strong and stubborn person that she was so she could start crying and fall into his arms. As desperate as that seemed to be, he knew she wasn't going to do that. Sydney Bristow didn't fold that easily.
"What about Marshall and Dixon? How are they?"
"They're fine. They're still with the agency. They haven't changed one bit. Although, Marshall and Carrie are practically living together." That last comment almost made Sydney want to cry. That was the phase she and Vaughn were at about 2 years ago. He should've known better than to say that last line.
"When can I go home?" she finally asked. Now, that was all she wanted to do. Go home, and cry. Only, she didn't really have a home to go to. She destroyed it during her fight with 'Francie'.
"Tomorrow. We're going to be spending a night here. I found out before I came in that there's a heavy rainstorm in LA. Your father has all your belongings. So, you'll stay with him for the time being. Is that okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah, that's fine." There was a silence that fell between them. Suddenly, Sydney felt as if she were that double agent and he was just her handler, all over again.
"We have an early flight tomorrow. You should get some rest." he told her.
"Thanks," she smiled back at him. Vaughn stood up and headed toward the door. But, he was stopped when Sydney grabbed his arm and hugged him. He didn't want to let go. But he knew he had to. She was no longer his.
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