A/N: thanks to the wonderful grammar queen, susan, once again. And thanks to kenzi for the English translation
Thank you to:
nattie700: hmm… seems like I might have missed you yesterday… I wonder how I managed that! Of course the S/V love is true and it never will end! Keep the faith. JJ even wrote, "Fear not!" Hehe… season 3 fics are angsty on purpose… I mean, you can't really make a fluffy piece when the happenings on TV aren't happy… lol… denial… such a great invention ;) thanks for reviewing and sorry that I left you out last time…
PsychoLioness13: of course there will be more ;)
valley-girl2: lol… reviews are such great things ;) fic is too. Hehe… don't you think it's suspicious that sark is dead all of a sudden? ::hint hint:: waking up after crying… ugh… the stinging sensation in the eyes… :( not fun stuff. You have no idea how much I enjoy hating Sark…
leo's l'il sista: (wow… Microsoft Word has finally stopped recognizing your name as a spelling error! :) ) I'm getting there with the fics ;) hehe… I have an entire list set out of what I need to catch up on.
Hopefully I'm not missing people this time… ::worried::
Chapter 5
December 25, 2004
Los Angeles, California
Sydney's and Vaughn's House
4:47am
A wraith sat next to the bed, watching his angel sleep. The brightness of the moon shining its pale light created a holy glow around her sleeping form. Bringing his hand up, he sees the light pass through it. Silently, tears dropped down his cheeks, cascading onto a long stemmed rose.
A scarlet rose. Blood red. Releasing a sweetness, a tenderness. The powerful scent scattered all around the room. A love blooming once more. More fragile. More delicate. He was more in love with her then ever before.
He watched her chest rise up and down, carrying the oxygen of life, replenishing her tired body. Making her awake once more when the sun rises.
He swept a strand of hair away from her face and placed a light kiss on her forehead. He missed her so much. So much. He would trade anything to have one more moment with her. Just one more moment. A moment when he could tell her that he loved her more than life itself. He would tell her to keep living. Be happy. And find someone she could be joyous with. And most of all, he would tell her that he could never blame her. That none of this was her fault. He loved her too much to let her lie to herself. He loved her too much to watch her cry at night. He just loved her too much.
Je veux.
He reached out for the ring on the chain. He had watched over her. Like the guardian angel he had promised to be. The ring had never left the chain around her neck. Not for even a moment. But he wanted her to be happy.
Je désire.
He touched her cheek. Lightly, stroking softly. Then he positioned her head to the side so that he was able to reach the clasp behind her neck. He moved the chain so that the clasp was to the front and started to unclasp it.
Je souhaite.
Then she woke up.
J'espère.
Sydney looked as if she were about to faint. She turned paler than her normal self. A white sheet. Ghastly. Lying against the pillow, struggling to sit up.
"Vaughn?"
But he simply stared back at her. I need to leave. She shouldn't see me. She needs to think this is all a dream. But he wanted to touch her so much. He wanted to talk to her, to hug her. To love her all again.
"Vaughn? Please say something! You're supposed to be dead. I saw you dead. I saw your body right after you were shot…" she begged. When she realized what she just said, she whispered, "You're supposed to be dead." She started shaking. Not understanding what was transpiring. "Vaughn? Is that you?"
She was so confused, and so she started to cry. She was no longer strong. She had been destroyed. Destroyed, crushed, died. Died when he died.
He couldn't help it. He couldn't watch her cry. He could never watch her cry. Every time she did so, his heart would shatter. He reached out for her. Felt her hand. Stepped closer, and pulled her into a hug. "Je t'aime. Toujours. Pour eternité," he whispered into her ear.
It only made her cry harder. "I love you too."
He set her on the bed, made her lie down.
She suddenly took his hand and brought it over to her stomach region. "Vaughn, there was a baby in here. A baby. And I killed it. I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't. I still love you. None of it was your fault."
They continued holding each other until she fell asleep. A comfortable expression on her face. One that he hadn't seen a while. Ever since he died… she had had nightmares. Long, horrible, blood filled dreams. Night terrors.
He wanted to stay there, to always be with her. To watch her sleep. Je veux.
He desired to make her feel better. To love her. Je désire.
He wished he could make her realize that nothing was her fault. Nothing. Je souhaite.
He hoped that one day, he could stay forever. But the tugging in his heart was telling him to go. J'espère.
He murmured into her ear for one last time, "I love you so much. Merry Christmas."
He disappeared in a blink of an eye. The cold room turning warm again.
~*~*~
December 25, 2004
Los Angeles, California
Sydney's and Vaughn's House
10:53am
She woke up. Alone. So it was all a dream.
She reached for the pillow next to her. There was a letter. She read it, and smiled. Pour mon ange, mon amour. Je t'aime. Pour eternité. And next to it was the long stemmed rose. A tear had crystallized on the most inner petal.
She took out a pen, and wrote a poem she had read a few days ago.
Pour Toi Mon Amour
Par Jacques Prévert
Je suis allé au marché aux oiseaux
Et j'ai acheté des oiseaux
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché aux fleurs
Et j'ai acheté des fleurs
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché à la ferraille
Et j'ai acheté des chaînes
De lourdes chaînes
Pour toi
Mon amour
Et puis je suis allé au marché aux esclaves
Et je t'ai cherchée
Mais je ne t'ai pas trouvée
Mon amour.
She hoped he would come back soon.
English translation of the poem
For you, my love
I went to a bird market
And I bought a bird
For you
My love
I went to a flower market
And I bought a flower
For you
My love
I went to a junk market
And I bought a chain
A heavy chain
For you
My love
And I went to a slave market
And I searched for you
But I couldn't find you anywhere
My love