'Decisions, decisions ' Sydney thought to herself as she enjoyed her
morning run almost a year later. Her mind was bogged down with wonderfully
easy decisions that had to be made.
Rhone had turned out to be a nice place to live, but there were things missing.
Sydney missed strange things, things she thought were reasons why she left her life of espionage behind. She missed traveling for missions; missed the feeling of working for the good of her country.
The CIA had offered her a job. Sydney decided to take it, there was nothing keeping her here anymore. Michael, just after starting a awesome relationship with Sydney, had finished his mission and been sent back to Los Angeles, along with Weiss. He called her daily, begging her to come to him, and it was getting harder and harder to find reasons to stay in Rhone. So she decided to leave here.
The main thing on her mind was Michael's recent declaration of his love for her. At the time, it had really freaked her out. and she had practically hung up on him. Thankfully, Sydney had enough sense to say goodbye to the extremely nervous Michael. But after thinking it over for a few days, Sydney had come to a startling realization.
She loved him back. More than she had ever loved anything. She could picture the little house with the white picket fence with him.
It scared Sydney to death.
She chanted it as she ran across the beautiful mountain trail.
I, Sydney Bristow, love Michael Vaughn. I love him. I love him!
***
Sydney got off the plane stiff and tired. The flight from Denver to Los Angeles was a short one, but she had been seated between quarreling kids who kept reaching across her to hit their sibling.
Her father was there, waiting for her and looking very out of place. She walked up to him, gave him an awkward hug, and got into the waiting car.
They drove in silence all the way to a new apartment complex. Jack helped Sydney unload her stuff and then drove her to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
Sydney looked at him questioningly. "Uh, Dad. why am I here?"
He cleared his throat. "A certain employee asked to meet you for awhile. the warehouse is completely bug free, so he. they requested it."
Sydney's heart skipped a beat and she practically dove out of the car.
She found, as expected, Michael waiting there for her. They ran at each other, wrapping into a tight embrace. Lips found lips and Sydney mumbled the phrase she had pondered for the last few days.
"I love you, Michael."
He smiled into her mouth and sighed. "Good. I was really hoping. Cause I went and got this ring." Michael pulled it out of his pocket, causing Sydney to gasp.
"So. marry me?" Although his voice was nonchalant, his face showed the evidence of nerves.
"Uh-uh. Nope." Sydney grinned at Michael as the lines showed up on his forehead. "If your gonna ask a girl to marry you, then you have to do it correctly."
His eyes widened and he hit one knee. "Sydney Bristow, I love you, I love you, I love you. Will you marry me? Please?"
She laughed and nodded fiercely. "Yes. Yes, I will." He slipped the ring on her finger and she admired the square cut diamond.
"We're getting married!" she squealed, and Michael laughed with her.
Sydney stared at the document slapped on her new CIA desk. She quickly scanned it, her eyes widening as confusion crossed her face.
"No. Impossible. they can't do that, can they?" Her voice shook.
Michael looked forlorn and very frustrated. "Yeah. They can."
Two weeks to the day before their wedding, and the CIA had showed them a rule. agents working together cannot, under any circumstances, get married during the course of their mission.
And their mission would last another six months.
Tears spilled over onto Sydney's face, and Michael's eyes looked suspiciously moist. "I was really looking forward to this. We had it all planned out, the perfect wedding.you know, sometimes I think the only reason that the agency is here is to ruin our lives."
Michael was silent as he comforted his fiancé. She smiled gratefully as he handed her a tissue. "Ya know what? I don't really care about the damn CIA. Let's get married, and see what they can do about it."
She smiled at his enthusiasm. "They can stop us. Easily. They're probably listening in on our conversation right now."
Weiss popped his head in. "Mike, they need you in debriefing." Michael looked up with venom in his eyes. "Hey, hey. don't kill the messenger!"
Michael sighed, kissed his fiancé soundly, and left her there to ponder their situation.
Sydney smiled at her fate. She had quite possibly found the perfect man for her. She loved how much he seemed to care about the wedding, unlike the average guy. He was just as excited about the planning as she was.
Although, the planning wasn't really what mattered. She didn't care so much about the wedding as she did about finally being married.
An idea so simple, so completely simple began to form in her mind.
Rhone had turned out to be a nice place to live, but there were things missing.
Sydney missed strange things, things she thought were reasons why she left her life of espionage behind. She missed traveling for missions; missed the feeling of working for the good of her country.
The CIA had offered her a job. Sydney decided to take it, there was nothing keeping her here anymore. Michael, just after starting a awesome relationship with Sydney, had finished his mission and been sent back to Los Angeles, along with Weiss. He called her daily, begging her to come to him, and it was getting harder and harder to find reasons to stay in Rhone. So she decided to leave here.
The main thing on her mind was Michael's recent declaration of his love for her. At the time, it had really freaked her out. and she had practically hung up on him. Thankfully, Sydney had enough sense to say goodbye to the extremely nervous Michael. But after thinking it over for a few days, Sydney had come to a startling realization.
She loved him back. More than she had ever loved anything. She could picture the little house with the white picket fence with him.
It scared Sydney to death.
She chanted it as she ran across the beautiful mountain trail.
I, Sydney Bristow, love Michael Vaughn. I love him. I love him!
***
Sydney got off the plane stiff and tired. The flight from Denver to Los Angeles was a short one, but she had been seated between quarreling kids who kept reaching across her to hit their sibling.
Her father was there, waiting for her and looking very out of place. She walked up to him, gave him an awkward hug, and got into the waiting car.
They drove in silence all the way to a new apartment complex. Jack helped Sydney unload her stuff and then drove her to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
Sydney looked at him questioningly. "Uh, Dad. why am I here?"
He cleared his throat. "A certain employee asked to meet you for awhile. the warehouse is completely bug free, so he. they requested it."
Sydney's heart skipped a beat and she practically dove out of the car.
She found, as expected, Michael waiting there for her. They ran at each other, wrapping into a tight embrace. Lips found lips and Sydney mumbled the phrase she had pondered for the last few days.
"I love you, Michael."
He smiled into her mouth and sighed. "Good. I was really hoping. Cause I went and got this ring." Michael pulled it out of his pocket, causing Sydney to gasp.
"So. marry me?" Although his voice was nonchalant, his face showed the evidence of nerves.
"Uh-uh. Nope." Sydney grinned at Michael as the lines showed up on his forehead. "If your gonna ask a girl to marry you, then you have to do it correctly."
His eyes widened and he hit one knee. "Sydney Bristow, I love you, I love you, I love you. Will you marry me? Please?"
She laughed and nodded fiercely. "Yes. Yes, I will." He slipped the ring on her finger and she admired the square cut diamond.
"We're getting married!" she squealed, and Michael laughed with her.
Sydney stared at the document slapped on her new CIA desk. She quickly scanned it, her eyes widening as confusion crossed her face.
"No. Impossible. they can't do that, can they?" Her voice shook.
Michael looked forlorn and very frustrated. "Yeah. They can."
Two weeks to the day before their wedding, and the CIA had showed them a rule. agents working together cannot, under any circumstances, get married during the course of their mission.
And their mission would last another six months.
Tears spilled over onto Sydney's face, and Michael's eyes looked suspiciously moist. "I was really looking forward to this. We had it all planned out, the perfect wedding.you know, sometimes I think the only reason that the agency is here is to ruin our lives."
Michael was silent as he comforted his fiancé. She smiled gratefully as he handed her a tissue. "Ya know what? I don't really care about the damn CIA. Let's get married, and see what they can do about it."
She smiled at his enthusiasm. "They can stop us. Easily. They're probably listening in on our conversation right now."
Weiss popped his head in. "Mike, they need you in debriefing." Michael looked up with venom in his eyes. "Hey, hey. don't kill the messenger!"
Michael sighed, kissed his fiancé soundly, and left her there to ponder their situation.
Sydney smiled at her fate. She had quite possibly found the perfect man for her. She loved how much he seemed to care about the wedding, unlike the average guy. He was just as excited about the planning as she was.
Although, the planning wasn't really what mattered. She didn't care so much about the wedding as she did about finally being married.
An idea so simple, so completely simple began to form in her mind.