Author: B'Elanna Paris
Summary: post-"The Telling".
Disclaimer: Alias and its characters belongs to ABC etc.
Notes: My post- telling story. Angsty. Feedback would be much appreciated. Inspired by Blue's song 'If You Come Back'.
Chapter Two
The sea air was refreshing, better than being stuck in that apartment any longer, I needed to get out of there, I needed space. I have come because I have always found this place calming, he saved me once.
I felt his presence before he stood next me, we stood in the same spot where we had stood nearly two years, no, it was four years ago.
"I've come to explain." he said. I don't need your explanations, I need you.
"No, you haven't, you have come to tell me how were lost without, met her and then you want me to accept it so you don't feel so guilty."
I felt so guilty for moving from Danny, I thought I should never move on but I did. But I always felt more guilty because I was more in love Vaughn than I was with Danny, if that is even possible.
"That's not why... stop over analyzing why I am here." I cut him off.
"Go back to you wife, Michael." I walked away from him over to the bench on the other side of the pier and sat down.
After a moment, he followed and stood in front of me.
"Why did you just do that?" he asked.
"Because I wanted to sit down."
"No, you know what I mean, call me Michael?"
"That's your name."
"Don't patronize me Syd, you hardly ever called me Michael. You said because you wanted me to see what domestic life I'm missing with you, like normal people."
"Now, who's over analyzing!" I stand up and push past him to walk off, but he grabs my arm.
"Syd, just let me explain." he shouted. A couple of people walking on the pier turned around at the his shouting but they ignored and carried on walking.
"Explain what? That you gave up on me and fell in love with someone else," she said trying to keep her voice under control.
"No, you don't understa..." I cut him off.
"I do. Just go home back to your wife!" I screamed. I tried to push his hand off me arm, but in response, he grabbed both my arms and said:
"Your are not going anywhere until you let me explain!"
Vaughn stood there for a minute, trying to regain his composure, he then spoke up looking at me for, I saw the pain in his face, I couldn't look so I bowed my head.
Why is he saying these things, he would never leave his wife for me, he is a man of honour he would never...
"Sydney, I never stopped loving you, just because you... died. I still... your still the first thing I think about in the mornings and the last thing before I got to sleep." I took a quick glance at him, he's in so much pain, I look away again.
"Vaughn..." The tears begin to form again.
"No, listen, I..."
"Look, I don't want to know." With that I break free from his grip and turn to walk away, he grabs me again. The tears begin falling again.
He turns me around, "Sydney, I still love you, I can't stop loving you." I love you too.
"Vaughn, you can't say this, you have a wife, just leave me alone."
"I can't leave, I don't want to go back." I want you to stay with me.
"You have to. Leave me to get on with my life."
Vaughn just stood there, I just stood there unable to move. I spoke knowing that I just can't have another confrontation like this again.
"I was suppose to be you wife," I say whispering, "I was suppose have your children, greet you when you can came home from work, do everything a wife is suppose to."
Both our eyes met, my tears were still running down my face.
"I wanted you to be... I still want you to be, we didn't even make it to Santa Barbara." I can never be with him.
"No, we didn't." I smiled at him, squeezed his hand and left.