[b][u]If Tomorrow Never Comes [/b] - Part 13[/u]
[b]Next Morning[/b]
Vaughn reluctantly awoke. It was almost four thirty in the morning and they had to leave in an hour. He stretched; rubbing his eyes sleepily and went to knock for Sydney. He wasn't used to having her with him when he woke in the mornings so he was excited about seeing her. Hopefully she was still asleep so he could watch her sleep.
He made his way to her room and gently knocked on the door. No answer. He tried again before slowly opening her door. He expected to see a sleeping Sydney but instead saw an empty bed that looked as if it hadn't even been slept in. He frowned, wondering if she was in the shower, but he couldn't hear any water running.
Then he panicked. He ran around the safehouse looking for her. He checked the lock on the doors and windows to make sure no one had come in during the night and taken her. They were all secure and the door was still locked. No one could get in or out without the code.
Vaughn sat on her bed, wondering where she was. Then he saw the piece of paper on the desk with his name written neatly on it. Through all the panic, he hadn't seen it before. His heart jumped as he realised what it may contain. He picked up the paper and read…and read…and re-read it again.
[I] Dear Vaughn,
I'm sorry for leaving you like this, but I just needed to get away. What happened with Amy last night just confirmed my greatest fears - nothing was real anymore.
Over the years, the line between lies and the truth blurred. Its come to the point where I don't know who I am anymore. I can't trust anyone…not even myself. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt anyone close to me…to hurt an innocent. I've done that more than once. Danny died because I wanted to be honest and look what happened then. Will died because he wanted to know the truth. And Amy is working for SD-6…who knows what could happen to her.
I know that my cover is blown now. There's no point in staying. Not any more. I'm not going to say I've left because I want to 'find myself' even though it's partly true. I'm leaving because I'm sick of this life. I hate it. I feel as if the only way out is death.
Ever since my mother died, I've felt detached from life. Sloane offered me a way out and for 7 years, I felt as if I had a purpose in life. Until I learnt the truth. As if I wasn't confused already, my father came and told me who he really was working for.
The day I joined the CIA, was the day when I felt life was really starting. I knew it wasn't going to be easy to go behind the back of the man I trusted for years, but you helped me and eased the transition. I know we never really got off on the right foot, but you've become my best friend.
Vaughn, over the past year, you've helped me more than I can put into words. You've listened to me ramble on about silly little things; you've been there when I've needed you most…you've saved me in more ways than one and for that I'm truly grateful. You didn't need to be there for me, but you were and you made me feel safe for the first time in seven years.
Tell my father that I love him and that I'm sorry. I should be tougher than this and I'm sorry to have let him down. Tell him I don't blame him for anything, he shouldn't feel guilty. He's the one who told me the truth and I'm sorry that I didn't believe him when he told me. I thought he was cold when my mother died. That he didn't care about me, but know I know that he'd just learnt the truth about the wife he loved and adored. It's been a tough road and finally, after 20 or so years, we've finally worked some things out. I love him. I always have and I don't want him to think otherwise.
But it's my turn to be cold now. I need to find things out for myself. I need to detach myself from my current life. To be free of the chains that have kept me trapped for years. I have to leave, it's the only choice I have.
I don't know when I'll be back, maybe never. I don't want you to look for me or try and bring me back. I know Sloane will already be sending out his goons to 'take care of me'. I don't need looking after. I need to be alone.
Be careful, Vaughn. Live your life. Be free. Enjoy it while you can, because you never know when it'll change.
I love you. [/I]
[b]Somewhere Miles Away[/b]
Sydney continued driving along the long stretch of road. She'd been driving for almost 2 hours with the car that she and Vaughn were supposed to have gone to he extraction point. She hadn't realised that they needed it until she was a few miles from the safehouse and by then she didn't want to turn back in case she changed her mind.
Sydney had almost changed her mind when she went to check if Vaughn was asleep. She had cried when she realised it would be the last time she saw his face, his ruffled hair and the green eyes she had come to love. Then silently, she left the letter on her desk, picked up the keys, entered the door code and left the person she trusted most sleeping peacefully. Sydney wiped the tears that fell from her eyes as she sped along the road, not even looking back at her guardian angel.
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[b]TBC[/b]
ok, so the next chapter will be up ASAP and will fast-forward 2 years.
Keep reading!
Mrs O xXx
[b]Next Morning[/b]
Vaughn reluctantly awoke. It was almost four thirty in the morning and they had to leave in an hour. He stretched; rubbing his eyes sleepily and went to knock for Sydney. He wasn't used to having her with him when he woke in the mornings so he was excited about seeing her. Hopefully she was still asleep so he could watch her sleep.
He made his way to her room and gently knocked on the door. No answer. He tried again before slowly opening her door. He expected to see a sleeping Sydney but instead saw an empty bed that looked as if it hadn't even been slept in. He frowned, wondering if she was in the shower, but he couldn't hear any water running.
Then he panicked. He ran around the safehouse looking for her. He checked the lock on the doors and windows to make sure no one had come in during the night and taken her. They were all secure and the door was still locked. No one could get in or out without the code.
Vaughn sat on her bed, wondering where she was. Then he saw the piece of paper on the desk with his name written neatly on it. Through all the panic, he hadn't seen it before. His heart jumped as he realised what it may contain. He picked up the paper and read…and read…and re-read it again.
[I] Dear Vaughn,
I'm sorry for leaving you like this, but I just needed to get away. What happened with Amy last night just confirmed my greatest fears - nothing was real anymore.
Over the years, the line between lies and the truth blurred. Its come to the point where I don't know who I am anymore. I can't trust anyone…not even myself. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt anyone close to me…to hurt an innocent. I've done that more than once. Danny died because I wanted to be honest and look what happened then. Will died because he wanted to know the truth. And Amy is working for SD-6…who knows what could happen to her.
I know that my cover is blown now. There's no point in staying. Not any more. I'm not going to say I've left because I want to 'find myself' even though it's partly true. I'm leaving because I'm sick of this life. I hate it. I feel as if the only way out is death.
Ever since my mother died, I've felt detached from life. Sloane offered me a way out and for 7 years, I felt as if I had a purpose in life. Until I learnt the truth. As if I wasn't confused already, my father came and told me who he really was working for.
The day I joined the CIA, was the day when I felt life was really starting. I knew it wasn't going to be easy to go behind the back of the man I trusted for years, but you helped me and eased the transition. I know we never really got off on the right foot, but you've become my best friend.
Vaughn, over the past year, you've helped me more than I can put into words. You've listened to me ramble on about silly little things; you've been there when I've needed you most…you've saved me in more ways than one and for that I'm truly grateful. You didn't need to be there for me, but you were and you made me feel safe for the first time in seven years.
Tell my father that I love him and that I'm sorry. I should be tougher than this and I'm sorry to have let him down. Tell him I don't blame him for anything, he shouldn't feel guilty. He's the one who told me the truth and I'm sorry that I didn't believe him when he told me. I thought he was cold when my mother died. That he didn't care about me, but know I know that he'd just learnt the truth about the wife he loved and adored. It's been a tough road and finally, after 20 or so years, we've finally worked some things out. I love him. I always have and I don't want him to think otherwise.
But it's my turn to be cold now. I need to find things out for myself. I need to detach myself from my current life. To be free of the chains that have kept me trapped for years. I have to leave, it's the only choice I have.
I don't know when I'll be back, maybe never. I don't want you to look for me or try and bring me back. I know Sloane will already be sending out his goons to 'take care of me'. I don't need looking after. I need to be alone.
Be careful, Vaughn. Live your life. Be free. Enjoy it while you can, because you never know when it'll change.
I love you. [/I]
[b]Somewhere Miles Away[/b]
Sydney continued driving along the long stretch of road. She'd been driving for almost 2 hours with the car that she and Vaughn were supposed to have gone to he extraction point. She hadn't realised that they needed it until she was a few miles from the safehouse and by then she didn't want to turn back in case she changed her mind.
Sydney had almost changed her mind when she went to check if Vaughn was asleep. She had cried when she realised it would be the last time she saw his face, his ruffled hair and the green eyes she had come to love. Then silently, she left the letter on her desk, picked up the keys, entered the door code and left the person she trusted most sleeping peacefully. Sydney wiped the tears that fell from her eyes as she sped along the road, not even looking back at her guardian angel.
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[b]TBC[/b]
ok, so the next chapter will be up ASAP and will fast-forward 2 years.
Keep reading!
Mrs O xXx