Author's Note:: In my opinion, I really don't know if this is one of the BEST parts of the story. hehes. But, that's just me. So, if you don't like this part, I'm really sorry. `=(
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The flight to Italy wasn't exactly a replica of the flight from Hong Kong, but it did bear a resemblence. She did speak to Vaughn, but never once went in too deep about any topic they talked about. Just enough to keep the conversation flowing. When they both got tired of talking, they both fell asleep. With her back to him. She couldn't take it. Being this close to him was going to kill her. She convinced herself to act like this was JUST a mission.
"But it's not," the voice told her in her sleep. That voice was back in her head again. It was the same voice that had been in her head when she first came back from Hong Kong. It was the voice that kept pointing out the obvious to her. Sydney kept fighting with the voice during her first few weeks back. The only thing it wanted to talk about was Vaughn. After seeing Barnett, she never heard the voice again. That is, til now. The one thing Sydney hated about that damn voice was that it was always right. She knew the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place as to where she had heard it before. Suddenly, the emotions she had felt that night for him came rushing back to her. Anger, betrayal, jelousy, loneliness and everything else in between she was beginning to feel again. Compressing your feelings in the course of 6 months wasn't healthy and she knew that. But, she had no choice.
"Wrong, Sydney Bristow. You ALWAYS have a choice." said the voice again.
He could picture Weiss' jaw dropping and eyes popping out when he'd tell him that Sydney had YET to take any mean shots at him. In fact, she was polite and even laughed a few times during their conversations. But, he noticed that she'd pull back when she'd realize that she was going in too far. Why wouldn't she talk to him anymore?
"Amazing what a little thing like the 'love of your life' going missing for almost 2 years and you getting married in 9 months time since can do to two people. Admit it. On some level you STILL love her. You love her more than Melanie." said the voice in his head. Okay, so all that WAS true. He was still in love with Sydney. But what could he do? He couldn't just divorce Melanie because his presumed-dead girlfriend was back. That would make him look like a jerk.
"And marrying Melanie within 9 months of Sydney's disappearance DOESN'T make you one?" it answered.
The voice in HIS head was familiar, also. But he couldn't think of where he had heard it. The last 3 hours of the flight, Vaughn stayed awake, and watched the inflight movie. He could no longer sleep because of the voice in his head. From time to time, he could see Sydney shifting in her seat during her sleep. She was obviously working too much, and this was probably the only time she had to sleep. They finally arrived in Italy late that evening.
"THIS is DEFINITELY going to be an experience," he thought as they got off the plane.
"Lord help me," she thought. Entering the hotel, anyone could've seen that Mr. and Mrs. Adam Clarkson were a happily married socialite couple. They were able to fool everyone from the concierge to the bell boy who showed them their room. When the door closed, Sydney stopped smiling. Unfortunately, there was only one bed.
"Do you want the bed?" Vaughn asked.
"If you want it, that's fine. I can sleep on the couch." she replied.
"Well, no. But, we have to make every part of this mission convincing. So, I think we both have to sleep on the bed." This was ridiculous!! It was like they had just met and they didn't know what to do with the other. Sydney wanted to avoid fighting with Vaughn, so she gave in. She knew she didn't have to tell Vaughn his "restraints", because he already knew them. Too bad it was TOO tempting for Vaughn. They stayed up an hour later to discuss their plan for the dinner party the following evening.
"So we've both got about 45 minutes in total to talk to them and get the intel we need." he said.
"Well, what if his wife doesn't know anything? Then I'll have wasted 45 minutes talking to HER, instead of helping you get the intel from Nicholas."
"I think I can swing him by myself. But, if his wife doesn't know anything, then just tell me through the com-link."
"Alright. I can do that." she yawned. "Sorry. I must be tired from the flight."
"It's okay. I think we should sleep anyway." he said. She climbed in the bed, and put a pillow between them. She turned off the lights and closed her eyes. It was odd. With him there, she didn't feel scared or frightened that she might get caught of something. She just felt...relaxed. She hadn't felt like that in ages. More like, almost 2 years. He heard her breathe heavily and didn't stop to wonder why. It almost sounded like a sigh of relief. The next morning, Sydney awoke to a beautiful Italian sun that was ready to greet her. She remembered dreaming about something that felt wonderful and she didn't know what it was. She looked over and saw Vaughn, still asleep. He looked deathly handsome when he was asleep and she had forgotten that because she spent half the flight with her back to him. She felt his arm around her. Somehow during the night, she must've rolled a little over the pillow and he caught her. Now she knew what that 'wonderful feeling' was. It was his embrace. Ugh, she missed it so badly. She slowly got up and got dressed.
"Don't kid yourself," she thought. "He's married."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he loves her like he loved you," replied the voice. What was this voice getting at?!
"He still loves you. Marrying Melanie...or any other female on this planet, was a mistake. He got married to get over YOU."
"People just don't get married because they're trying to get over someone. They get married because they love each other and they want to spend the rest of their lives together. Vaughn doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with me. He wants Melanie. No, he HAS Melanie." she retaliated.
"Look into the man's eyes. What do you think he sees?" the voice asked her. Sydney took a good look at herself in the bathroom mirror. "He sees the woman who can go through nearly everything and anything and come out of it unscathed. He sees the woman who fought for the life she wanted. He sees the woman who used to fight for LOVE."
"That woman doesn't exist anymore," she thought and threw the cup at the mirror causing it to shatter and wake Vaughn up.
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The flight to Italy wasn't exactly a replica of the flight from Hong Kong, but it did bear a resemblence. She did speak to Vaughn, but never once went in too deep about any topic they talked about. Just enough to keep the conversation flowing. When they both got tired of talking, they both fell asleep. With her back to him. She couldn't take it. Being this close to him was going to kill her. She convinced herself to act like this was JUST a mission.
"But it's not," the voice told her in her sleep. That voice was back in her head again. It was the same voice that had been in her head when she first came back from Hong Kong. It was the voice that kept pointing out the obvious to her. Sydney kept fighting with the voice during her first few weeks back. The only thing it wanted to talk about was Vaughn. After seeing Barnett, she never heard the voice again. That is, til now. The one thing Sydney hated about that damn voice was that it was always right. She knew the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place as to where she had heard it before. Suddenly, the emotions she had felt that night for him came rushing back to her. Anger, betrayal, jelousy, loneliness and everything else in between she was beginning to feel again. Compressing your feelings in the course of 6 months wasn't healthy and she knew that. But, she had no choice.
"Wrong, Sydney Bristow. You ALWAYS have a choice." said the voice again.
He could picture Weiss' jaw dropping and eyes popping out when he'd tell him that Sydney had YET to take any mean shots at him. In fact, she was polite and even laughed a few times during their conversations. But, he noticed that she'd pull back when she'd realize that she was going in too far. Why wouldn't she talk to him anymore?
"Amazing what a little thing like the 'love of your life' going missing for almost 2 years and you getting married in 9 months time since can do to two people. Admit it. On some level you STILL love her. You love her more than Melanie." said the voice in his head. Okay, so all that WAS true. He was still in love with Sydney. But what could he do? He couldn't just divorce Melanie because his presumed-dead girlfriend was back. That would make him look like a jerk.
"And marrying Melanie within 9 months of Sydney's disappearance DOESN'T make you one?" it answered.
The voice in HIS head was familiar, also. But he couldn't think of where he had heard it. The last 3 hours of the flight, Vaughn stayed awake, and watched the inflight movie. He could no longer sleep because of the voice in his head. From time to time, he could see Sydney shifting in her seat during her sleep. She was obviously working too much, and this was probably the only time she had to sleep. They finally arrived in Italy late that evening.
"THIS is DEFINITELY going to be an experience," he thought as they got off the plane.
"Lord help me," she thought. Entering the hotel, anyone could've seen that Mr. and Mrs. Adam Clarkson were a happily married socialite couple. They were able to fool everyone from the concierge to the bell boy who showed them their room. When the door closed, Sydney stopped smiling. Unfortunately, there was only one bed.
"Do you want the bed?" Vaughn asked.
"If you want it, that's fine. I can sleep on the couch." she replied.
"Well, no. But, we have to make every part of this mission convincing. So, I think we both have to sleep on the bed." This was ridiculous!! It was like they had just met and they didn't know what to do with the other. Sydney wanted to avoid fighting with Vaughn, so she gave in. She knew she didn't have to tell Vaughn his "restraints", because he already knew them. Too bad it was TOO tempting for Vaughn. They stayed up an hour later to discuss their plan for the dinner party the following evening.
"So we've both got about 45 minutes in total to talk to them and get the intel we need." he said.
"Well, what if his wife doesn't know anything? Then I'll have wasted 45 minutes talking to HER, instead of helping you get the intel from Nicholas."
"I think I can swing him by myself. But, if his wife doesn't know anything, then just tell me through the com-link."
"Alright. I can do that." she yawned. "Sorry. I must be tired from the flight."
"It's okay. I think we should sleep anyway." he said. She climbed in the bed, and put a pillow between them. She turned off the lights and closed her eyes. It was odd. With him there, she didn't feel scared or frightened that she might get caught of something. She just felt...relaxed. She hadn't felt like that in ages. More like, almost 2 years. He heard her breathe heavily and didn't stop to wonder why. It almost sounded like a sigh of relief. The next morning, Sydney awoke to a beautiful Italian sun that was ready to greet her. She remembered dreaming about something that felt wonderful and she didn't know what it was. She looked over and saw Vaughn, still asleep. He looked deathly handsome when he was asleep and she had forgotten that because she spent half the flight with her back to him. She felt his arm around her. Somehow during the night, she must've rolled a little over the pillow and he caught her. Now she knew what that 'wonderful feeling' was. It was his embrace. Ugh, she missed it so badly. She slowly got up and got dressed.
"Don't kid yourself," she thought. "He's married."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he loves her like he loved you," replied the voice. What was this voice getting at?!
"He still loves you. Marrying Melanie...or any other female on this planet, was a mistake. He got married to get over YOU."
"People just don't get married because they're trying to get over someone. They get married because they love each other and they want to spend the rest of their lives together. Vaughn doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with me. He wants Melanie. No, he HAS Melanie." she retaliated.
"Look into the man's eyes. What do you think he sees?" the voice asked her. Sydney took a good look at herself in the bathroom mirror. "He sees the woman who can go through nearly everything and anything and come out of it unscathed. He sees the woman who fought for the life she wanted. He sees the woman who used to fight for LOVE."
"That woman doesn't exist anymore," she thought and threw the cup at the mirror causing it to shatter and wake Vaughn up.
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