Okay, okay Spybunny.hopefully this will make you happy!
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"C'mon, we'll get dressed, go have something to eat and then we'll go to the doctor." Sydney said decidedly, taking his hand in hers and leading him towards the bedroom.
"Syd, wait." He pushed his heels deep into the floor to stop her from dragging him along. "I don't think you understand how difficult the treatments are. I think I should go stay at the hotel or something so you don't have to put up with this. You don't need this right now."
Without words, Sydney stepped closer to him and pressed her lips to his. It was a feather light kiss that quickly broken apart when she whispered, "Whether you like it or not, Vaughn, I'm in love with you and you are staying at this apartment after your treatment. This place is just as much mine as it yours. So, suck it up." She slipped her arm around his waist and continued to usher him towards the bedroom.
"Sydney." He quietly protested.
"No, I'm not going to have you puking your guts out at some hotel again. I won't have it." She remembered the sight of him sleeping in the horrible hotel room, sweating and fighting against an invisible disease.
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His eyes locked on the desolate ceiling hanging above him. He wanted to be here and didn't want to be here all at the same time. "This isn't going to be a fun weekend, Syd." He admitted with a heavy sigh. His body was in the specialty created chair in the US Naval Hospital. This was the "Chemo Chair" as it was coined inventively enough. It was a black leather chair that was formed to a man comfortably reclining. There was an armrest on either side of the chair so that he could place his arms to let the IV drip comfortably into his veins. It was anything but comfortable.
Sydney laughed lightly as she adjusted her weight on the little wooden chair positioned near his bed. "Well, honey...I'm just happy to have a weekend home." She crossed her arms decidedly and looked at him with that wonderful stubborn look in her eye.
How he hated hospitals. He hated the smells that flooded his nostrils whenever he came within a mile of the retched place. The majority of the last few months were spent here. Having various tests being performed or check-ups or whatnot. His veins were scarred with the trials and errors of rookie nurses or privileged candy strippers who were allowed to take a hazard at finding his veins. This was his up-teenth IV.
"Chemo's nasty drug." He found himself stating profoundly. "And cancer's a nasty disease."
Sydney pressed her lips together firmly and felt like her words were taken from her very center. "Sometimes it takes a nasty method to rid a nasty evil."
"That's how you sleep at night, isn't it?"
"That's how I rationalize myself sometimes, yes." She responded in clear, even tones. She reached her hand out to touch Vaughn's pasty, dry skin.
He moved his hand to touch her face lovingly, "A bad thing brought you to me."
"Yes, yes it did." She propped her body up slightly and placed a feather light kiss against his lips and smiled in the wake of the sensation it left through her body.
There was silence for a moment. Well, not actually silence. There was a steady beeping that pulsated along with the beating of his heart. Sydney let her eyes cast down his body and finally rest on her own worn jeans that she had chosen to throw on. She didn't know exactly what to say to him at this moment. Anything would be painful or heart wrenching or widely inappropriate. No, there was nothing that she could possibly say that would make this situation any better. It would be up to him to say something and say the right thing.
"Maisie did the cutest thing before we left."
And that was most definitely not the right thing, "Oh really? What?" She tried to smile broadly at the mention of the adorable little girl who had captured her heart unintentionally. Even though she was the child of her boyfriend and his boyfriend's assumed to be dead or captured ex girlfriend. Welcome to Soap Opera Central.
"She walked up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss, you know..nothing unusual but then, she placed her hands on the bottom of her stomach and starred down at her hands for a moment and then up at me and asked me, "When is there going to be a baby in Tante Sydney's belly'? Now tell me Syd, what do you say to that?" He smiled at the thought of his adorable daughter yearning for another baby somewhere in the family. She was so looking forward to the birth of Isabelle's daughter and was greatly disappointed when she was a stillborn. The smile grew larger as he thought of Sydney actually being pregnant with their child and he would actually get to see this one grow up.
"What did you say to her?" Sydney looked into those beautiful emerald spheres that had entangled her spirit.
"I told her that I would work on it." He nodded his head, happy with his answer.
Sydney raised her eyebrows, half suggestively and the other half in surprise. She cleared her throat for a moment before speaking, "Hmm.......really?"
And they shared a laugh for a moment. The first laugh they shared in a long time.
"Where you one of those girls who had their lives planned out by the age of ten?"
"No." Her answer was confident and sounded like anything of the sort was ludicrous. Sydney ran her fingers along his, drawing invisible lines against the grain.
"No? Really?" His eyes grew wide and she nodded her head in agreement.
Sydney laughed, "I had my life planned by age eight. I was a very organized little girl."
"Tell me about your dream life.
"My dream life? Hmm..well, I think I have a bit of a split personality, even when I was a child."
"Great, she's crazy. What am I doing here?" Vaughn joked, mocking an aside to an imaginary audience.
She slapped his hand playfully and put up a mock expression of hurt. "Oh shut up, you! Do you want me to answer the question or not?"
"Answer the question."
She smiled, the idea of love filling her eyes. "My first true love was to go and just live by the ocean and just live with peacefulness of it all."
His eyes closed as he rolled his head to face the small window, letting the sunlight stream in and hit his face, letting the warmness flood his sense. "Hmmm...Sounds wonderful."
"And my second life....my second life was the American Dream. I wanted to be a teacher, happily married to a wonderful, loving husband with two kids-a boy and a girl-and a dog...living in a beautiful little house up in Connecticut or something alone those lines." She sighed contently as she inched her chair closer to him and pressed her free hand up to her cheek.
He turned back as he felt her face against his skin, "What names were your kids?"
"Malia for the girl and Aden for a boy."
"Alright hotshot, your baby names?"
"Lily and Christopher." He replied with a smile slowly etching on his face.
She started to laugh and touched his face with her cool hand, "You said that way too quickly. I'm sorry, baby, but how long have you had this planned? Is this what you did during those ten long months without me?"
He didn't bother to respond to what she just said, "She would be so beautiful. She would look like her mother."
"Who, baby?"
"Malia, Lily, whatever her name would be. How amazing would that be to have a little girl running around the house, singing and laughing." He laughed softly. "She would look just like her mother." His head rolled to his shoulder and looked at her with tired eyes.
Sydney tried her best to hide her shock from Vaughn basically saying that he wanted to have a baby with her. She honestly didn't know what to say to him. Just to hide her shock, she pressed her hand atop his and leaned into it lovingly. She had always hoped in the back of her mind that they would eventually get married and maybe have a baby after she maybe quit the CIA or something of that sort but she had never bothered to figure out the details. Actually, she never had thought about what would happen if Vaughn came back. Never did she ever think that he would be back in her life and never in her wildest dreams did she ever picture herself sitting in a hospital, holding his hand while chemotherapy dripped into his arm and they discussed future plans.
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"C'mon, we'll get dressed, go have something to eat and then we'll go to the doctor." Sydney said decidedly, taking his hand in hers and leading him towards the bedroom.
"Syd, wait." He pushed his heels deep into the floor to stop her from dragging him along. "I don't think you understand how difficult the treatments are. I think I should go stay at the hotel or something so you don't have to put up with this. You don't need this right now."
Without words, Sydney stepped closer to him and pressed her lips to his. It was a feather light kiss that quickly broken apart when she whispered, "Whether you like it or not, Vaughn, I'm in love with you and you are staying at this apartment after your treatment. This place is just as much mine as it yours. So, suck it up." She slipped her arm around his waist and continued to usher him towards the bedroom.
"Sydney." He quietly protested.
"No, I'm not going to have you puking your guts out at some hotel again. I won't have it." She remembered the sight of him sleeping in the horrible hotel room, sweating and fighting against an invisible disease.
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His eyes locked on the desolate ceiling hanging above him. He wanted to be here and didn't want to be here all at the same time. "This isn't going to be a fun weekend, Syd." He admitted with a heavy sigh. His body was in the specialty created chair in the US Naval Hospital. This was the "Chemo Chair" as it was coined inventively enough. It was a black leather chair that was formed to a man comfortably reclining. There was an armrest on either side of the chair so that he could place his arms to let the IV drip comfortably into his veins. It was anything but comfortable.
Sydney laughed lightly as she adjusted her weight on the little wooden chair positioned near his bed. "Well, honey...I'm just happy to have a weekend home." She crossed her arms decidedly and looked at him with that wonderful stubborn look in her eye.
How he hated hospitals. He hated the smells that flooded his nostrils whenever he came within a mile of the retched place. The majority of the last few months were spent here. Having various tests being performed or check-ups or whatnot. His veins were scarred with the trials and errors of rookie nurses or privileged candy strippers who were allowed to take a hazard at finding his veins. This was his up-teenth IV.
"Chemo's nasty drug." He found himself stating profoundly. "And cancer's a nasty disease."
Sydney pressed her lips together firmly and felt like her words were taken from her very center. "Sometimes it takes a nasty method to rid a nasty evil."
"That's how you sleep at night, isn't it?"
"That's how I rationalize myself sometimes, yes." She responded in clear, even tones. She reached her hand out to touch Vaughn's pasty, dry skin.
He moved his hand to touch her face lovingly, "A bad thing brought you to me."
"Yes, yes it did." She propped her body up slightly and placed a feather light kiss against his lips and smiled in the wake of the sensation it left through her body.
There was silence for a moment. Well, not actually silence. There was a steady beeping that pulsated along with the beating of his heart. Sydney let her eyes cast down his body and finally rest on her own worn jeans that she had chosen to throw on. She didn't know exactly what to say to him at this moment. Anything would be painful or heart wrenching or widely inappropriate. No, there was nothing that she could possibly say that would make this situation any better. It would be up to him to say something and say the right thing.
"Maisie did the cutest thing before we left."
And that was most definitely not the right thing, "Oh really? What?" She tried to smile broadly at the mention of the adorable little girl who had captured her heart unintentionally. Even though she was the child of her boyfriend and his boyfriend's assumed to be dead or captured ex girlfriend. Welcome to Soap Opera Central.
"She walked up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss, you know..nothing unusual but then, she placed her hands on the bottom of her stomach and starred down at her hands for a moment and then up at me and asked me, "When is there going to be a baby in Tante Sydney's belly'? Now tell me Syd, what do you say to that?" He smiled at the thought of his adorable daughter yearning for another baby somewhere in the family. She was so looking forward to the birth of Isabelle's daughter and was greatly disappointed when she was a stillborn. The smile grew larger as he thought of Sydney actually being pregnant with their child and he would actually get to see this one grow up.
"What did you say to her?" Sydney looked into those beautiful emerald spheres that had entangled her spirit.
"I told her that I would work on it." He nodded his head, happy with his answer.
Sydney raised her eyebrows, half suggestively and the other half in surprise. She cleared her throat for a moment before speaking, "Hmm.......really?"
And they shared a laugh for a moment. The first laugh they shared in a long time.
"Where you one of those girls who had their lives planned out by the age of ten?"
"No." Her answer was confident and sounded like anything of the sort was ludicrous. Sydney ran her fingers along his, drawing invisible lines against the grain.
"No? Really?" His eyes grew wide and she nodded her head in agreement.
Sydney laughed, "I had my life planned by age eight. I was a very organized little girl."
"Tell me about your dream life.
"My dream life? Hmm..well, I think I have a bit of a split personality, even when I was a child."
"Great, she's crazy. What am I doing here?" Vaughn joked, mocking an aside to an imaginary audience.
She slapped his hand playfully and put up a mock expression of hurt. "Oh shut up, you! Do you want me to answer the question or not?"
"Answer the question."
She smiled, the idea of love filling her eyes. "My first true love was to go and just live by the ocean and just live with peacefulness of it all."
His eyes closed as he rolled his head to face the small window, letting the sunlight stream in and hit his face, letting the warmness flood his sense. "Hmmm...Sounds wonderful."
"And my second life....my second life was the American Dream. I wanted to be a teacher, happily married to a wonderful, loving husband with two kids-a boy and a girl-and a dog...living in a beautiful little house up in Connecticut or something alone those lines." She sighed contently as she inched her chair closer to him and pressed her free hand up to her cheek.
He turned back as he felt her face against his skin, "What names were your kids?"
"Malia for the girl and Aden for a boy."
"Alright hotshot, your baby names?"
"Lily and Christopher." He replied with a smile slowly etching on his face.
She started to laugh and touched his face with her cool hand, "You said that way too quickly. I'm sorry, baby, but how long have you had this planned? Is this what you did during those ten long months without me?"
He didn't bother to respond to what she just said, "She would be so beautiful. She would look like her mother."
"Who, baby?"
"Malia, Lily, whatever her name would be. How amazing would that be to have a little girl running around the house, singing and laughing." He laughed softly. "She would look just like her mother." His head rolled to his shoulder and looked at her with tired eyes.
Sydney tried her best to hide her shock from Vaughn basically saying that he wanted to have a baby with her. She honestly didn't know what to say to him. Just to hide her shock, she pressed her hand atop his and leaned into it lovingly. She had always hoped in the back of her mind that they would eventually get married and maybe have a baby after she maybe quit the CIA or something of that sort but she had never bothered to figure out the details. Actually, she never had thought about what would happen if Vaughn came back. Never did she ever think that he would be back in her life and never in her wildest dreams did she ever picture herself sitting in a hospital, holding his hand while chemotherapy dripped into his arm and they discussed future plans.