This is another short story that I wrote a long time ago. No specific time place, just sometime after Season 2 episode 1. Anyways, I hope that you all like this story! Please R and R! Thanks! ^_~
Confessions
Life was
hectic. Hers was anyway. And painful, heartbreaking. Terrifying. That's what
Taipei was. And even though she had found Vaughn, found him alive, she couldn't
get his drowning profile behind the window out of her head. Even though they had
saved Will, she couldn't help but feel responsible for his kidnapping and
interrogation. For the hell she brought to Vaughn and Will. In one night.
Every time she
thought of how petrifying close she had come to losing Vaughn, tears
immediately sprang to blur her sight. And she would freeze at the horrific
wonder of what she would do with out him. Her body and mind would just-shut
down. Vaughn was like her power cord. No-he was her power cord. And once
that's gone, she is too.
Will had
almost lost his life as well. Sydney knew perfectly well, that it was his
choice and mistake to keep researching Danny and SD-6, that got him in trouble.
But she felt responsible. Because if she didn't know Will, he wouldn't have
really cared about the mysterious death of a man named Danny Hecht. Maybe it
was a combination of both-she didn't know. But he was safe now. And Vaughn was
too. She smiled slightly to herself at that thought.
Sydney walked
in the front door of her house to find it very quiet. Francie was gone getting
decorations for her soon to be opened restaurant-she knew that much. So Will
should be here.
She tossed her
things on the counter. "Will?" She called out as she looked around.
She listened-and heard soft, faint footsteps.
Will's rugged,
bruised and rough image appeared in the living room doorway. Sydney's guilt
immediately knotted in her stomach. What had happened to him pained her. Will
smiled brightly at her, despite his appearance, and not doubt how he felt.
"Hey Syd."
She faintly
smiled. "Hi. I was just, wondering if anyone else was here." Her
spirits sunk a little at seeing Will's smile lighten.
"Oh."
He averted his eyes. And then he suddenly looked very nervous. He shyly looked
back to her. "Syd, can I-talk to you for a moment?"
We are
talking. Sydney thought. But she realized what
he meant soon after. He gazed at her, his eyes glistening with hope and-fear?
"Sure." Sydney responded, concern slightly toning her voice. She sat
on the couch and Will joined her. She waited patiently, giving him a curious
look.
Will rubbed
his hands together nervously. He bit his lip and then took a deep breath.
"Listen Syd, we've known each other for a long time. And even though I
just recently learned the truth about you-" He looked up at her. "I
still feel like I know you. And, now I feel that we are closer than we have
ever been."
Sydney
swallowed the knot in her dry throat. Nervously, she nodded. "You're
right, we definitely are closer now."
Will gave her
a shy smile. "So, you've noticed it?"
"Of
course." She said, somewhat confused.
Relieved, Will
sighed. "Good." He turned his gaze back to Sydney. "Sydney, I know we've talked about this
before-but-things are different now."
Her hands started to shake. He was making her nervous. And the possibilities
of what he was going to say-well, kind of scared her.
Will went on.
"I mean, we're really close now. And last time we talked about it-you had
just lost Danny."
Sydney's lips
slowly and slightly parted. What was he getting at? "Will, what are you
talking about?"
He took a deep
breath. "Listen Syd, every time I see you, it could be my last." His
dark eyes glistened. "And if I find out someday, that you won't be coming
back-" He paused, as if that thought did to him what the thought of losing
Vaughn did to Sydney. Will shook his head. "Then I would always have a
regret."
He was
obviously scared-she could tell. "What-regret?" Sydney hesitantly
asked.
Will
swallowed. "The regret of not telling you that-Sydney I love you." He
rushed out the last four words.
They sat in
complete and uncomfortable silence. Sydney just stared. She knew-of course-that
he once, a long time ago- had a crush on her. Gave her the possibility of them
dating, kissed her. But that was a long time ago. She thought he got over her.
She had no idea that he went as far as love.
Sydney pulled
some hair behind her ear with her trembling hand as she breathed out heavily
and looked down. Will studied her with such heart quenching hope-she didn't
know what to say. "Will I'm sorry, I need, I need some time to
think."
The burning fire in his eyes died. He let out a rush of breath. He nodded.
"I understand."
* * *
Did she love
him? Yes. But in what way? She never felt anything for him but friendship. She
was pretty positive she didn't love him the way he loved her. The way she
loved-someone else. But she didn't want to rush this. She didn't want to jump
to conclusions.
She needed
advice. Someone to talk to. Not Francie, she wouldn't understand. Definitely
not her father. And well-that pretty much sums it up. Except for-
No! She was not going to him for this. That's the last thing you want to do if you're trying to win the person heart. But-who else did she have? No one. And maybe-just maybe-this situation will let her see his heart.
* * *
Her stomach
swirled and her body trembled. Not from the cold night. Her arms were crossed
as she walked in. Her heart rapidly accelerated. It must have been echoing off
the cement walls. 'Cause it was sure thumping in her ears. He looked at her
with his deep green eyes, and his crooked grin. She felt her cheeks slightly
burn, and she slowly smiled back at him.
Why did she
have to go to him for this? Because he was all she had. Because she trusts him.
But most of all, she wanted to know.
"What's
up?" he curiously asked. His eyes flickered with true care. But-love?
Why did she have to tell him? You don't have to. But she wanted to. "I'm sorry I called you this late." She said apologetically. He smiled admirably. Something in the way he looked at her told her not to be sorry. If he feels the way I do, he'll be sorry.
"Something
happened, and I need someone to talk to."
The friendly
playfulness in his eyes immediately went out. And they burned with concern. The
lopsided smiled fell, and his eyebrows pushed up to make his forehead wrinkle.
"What happened?" His voice had plenty of emotion to heighten Sydney's
spirits. But what kind of emotion?
Why him? She
knew why. You can stop it. Before it's too late. You don't have to tell him.
But she wanted to, so badly. But what if you hurt him? Then hopefully
he'll spill, like Will did.
"Earlier
today-" You don't have to tell him. "I talked to Will." Vaughn looked as though he were going to kill
Will if he had hurt her. But what kind of emotion? She wanted to find out. But
you could hurt him. "He, he told me how he feels-about me." His
forehead creased more. Stop. "He told me that-"Stop.
"He told me that he loves me." You're gonna hurt him.
Vaughn had the
same reaction to that statement that Sydney did. But worse. His eyes flamed
with jealousy and his lips were parted. He stood frozen solid, staring at her.
She gazed into his burning eyes. What kind of emotion?
She didn't
like the silence. She was tortured by his shocked, jealous gaze. She took in a
long breath. "Anyway, I don't know what to do."
Vaughn stood
still, studying her. He swallowed and licked his lips. He shifted uncomfortably
and cleared his throat. "Well, how do you feel for him?" His voice
was a little shaky. He swallowed again.
"I always
saw him as just a friend, nothing more." Vaughn was staring hard at her,
his shoulders tense. "But, I didn't want to rush into it, rush the
answer." She looked back at him. "I needed to talk to someone."
Vaughn sadly lowered his eyes. "What do you think I should do?"
Vaughn
hesitated, not sure what to say. He clamped his jaw shut tight. He looked at
her longingly, his eyes filled with emotion. What kind of emotion?
"I think you should follow your heart."
So follow your
heart. She still wasn't sure. He didn't move,
and neither did she. She sucked in a sharp breath, holding in tears of-what?
Joy? That he didn't say go for it! That she saw jealousy in him? Or
sorrow? That he didn't pour out his heart like she had hoped? She didn't know.
"Thank
you." She gave him one last smile, which he very faintly, sadly returned.
She walked out of the warehouse, her heart slowly sinking. Follow your
heart.
* * *
She wanted to
follow her heart all right. But she still had the question of how Vaughn felt
for her. There was no question that he showed feelings at the warehouse. But
she still wasn't sure, what kind.
Now she more
than ever knows that she does not love Will. Not the way he had hoped anyway.
Even if Vaughn doesn't love her, she couldn't go for Will. She had been head
over heels for Vaughn since-well a long time. She couldn't be in a relationship
with someone when her heart belong to someone else.
Her cell phone
rang on the seat next to her. She grabbed it as she drove. "Hello?"
* * *
Sydney sucked
in some of the chilly air as she pushed her car door shut. She glanced down the
long wooden pier. It was bone shivering. It was dark, being midnight. And the
moon was blocked out by the thick fog that crowded everything. She pushed her
hands deep into her jacket pockets as she slowly walked down the pier.
Not a soul was
in sight. Too cold. She could see her own breath, creating big, thick puffs.
Her teeth slightly chattered as she cautiously looked around. She had never
been here when it was like this before. It was kind of scary. She could only
see a few yards ahead, but only of the wooden walkway. The handrails were
barely visible. And it was quiet.
She came to
the edge of the pier, and found him. She walked over to him. "Hey."
She greeted. He didn't look at her. Why, she didn't know. He looked a little
uncomfortable.
"Hi.
Sorry about calling this late." He still didn't look at her.
She smiled.
"Vaughn, we just met at the warehouse a few minutes ago." She
regretted bringing up that subject when she saw him sadly nod.
"I
know." Then there was silence.
Sydney
took in a chattering breath, then let out a puff of smoke. "So what's
going on?" She looked over at him.
Vaughn turned
to face her. He looked so torn, broken, it terrified her. His eyes scanned her
face, looking as though their light was dying-fast. "I need to tell you
something."
She balled her
hands up into fists inside her pockets, hoping. She turned, giving him her full
attention. "Okay."
He took a deep
breath, the puffs of smoke gliding over her face. "Look, I don't know how
to say this, so I'm just gonna say it." he looked at her for
acknowledgement. She nodded. Still gazing at her, he went on. "Sydney, I
can't tell you how hurt I was that you came to me for advice on-what
happened." he swallowed. "And I won't deny that my entire body was
flaring with jealousy. " They sat in a very short silence. "Now, I
was going to just sit and let things play out. But I realized that that would be
a huge mistake. And I'd regret it for the rest of my life." Sydney
couldn't believe that these words were his, Vaughn's. "Sydney, what I'm
trying to say it-" He took one step closer to her, and her heart raced. He
just stared at her and then stuttered out, "I love you."
Her reaction
was the same as before-silent. She just stared at him with disbelief. She
slowly shook her head. "Vaughn, you should know-" He suddenly looked
broken, predicting her words. "that the only reason I came to you about it
was to find out how you feel for me." He looked at her surprised. "I
figured, if you love me, you'd do something." She smiled flirtishly at
him. "I guess I was right."
Vaughn let out
a little sigh of relief. "You really do know how to build up the
tension." He smiled crookedly.
Her eyes
sparkled. "So do you." Then the cold got to her. It chilled her and a
shiver ran down her spine. Her body trembled and she sucked in sharply.
Vaughn looked
at her worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Sydney nodded.
"Yeah I'm just col-" And then her lips were burning, as well as her
tongue and mouth. She just stood there in shock as Vaughn lightly kissed her
She withdrew from the shock and responded, pushing on his lips. They both
deepened it as they wrapped their arms around each other. And deepened it more
with every response, every push.
Sydney closed
her ice-cold fingers around handfuls of Vaughn's hair and pulled him down
further. Vaughn's hands traced her back, smoothing away the cold shivers.
Sydney wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could, pushing the kiss
harder. Vaughn stumbled back a few steps, but they kept their hold. His hands
slid down her sides, and she trembled, giggling as she kissed him. Ticklish.
Sydney then
very slowly pulled away. Just enough to look into his eyes. "Vaughn?" She had to make sure he
knew this.
He smiled at
her. "Yeah?" He was somewhat breathless.
"You know
I love you, right?" She studied him as she waited.
"I kind
of guessed." He said, resting his forehead on hers. "But it's nice to
hear it." Then he pulled back and stared at her. They both sat, not
talking or moving, just looking. Then they pushed their lips together for
another round.
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The End
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