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10.
Liquid Sorrow
BleedingPhoenix: and whose life have I made better exactly?
peoplesay: mine.
She has to stop for a moment to sort out all of her emotions.
How…how…
BleedingPhoenix: How have I made your life better?
peoplesay: some people have a way about them…
some quality that's nearly impossible to define so I'm not even going to try.
You have that.
BleedingPhoenix: that doesn't even make sense. I've only been negative
and depressing towards you… the only way I could possible have made your life
seem better is by juxtaposing it with mine.
peoplesay: yet it still is. Strange
how things work out.
peoplesay: So… L.A. huh?
BleedingPhoenix: erm… yeah… but I don't want to meet you. Not yet.
peoplesay: HAHA! Well, that would be a
blow to the ego… if that was what I was going to ask you
smirk
peoplesay: you forget that you might be incredibly presumptuous. I might
merely be trying to make conversation. You're so arrogant, Miss Phoenix.
She laughs.
BleedingPhoenix: point taken. Though I highly doubt
your case. "L.A. huh?" isn't exactly
the greatest conversation starter of all time.
peoplesay: well… I wasn't going for the best
of all time. I was just looking for one. And judging from what we're doing
right now, I daresay that it worked.
BleedingPhoenix: You're so proud of yourself. Pat yourself on the back,
why don't you?
peoplesay: Oh, I am.
"What are you doing?" She said, laughing.
Vaughn grinned at her and moved his hands. "I was patting myself on the back,
actually."
She laughed again. "Are you being serious? My God… and why exactly are you
doing this?"
"Because I did a job well-done."
"Doing…"
"Giving my presentation on mission procedure and then coming here and seeing
you back from another successfully completed mission resulting from a flawless
counter mission." He winked at her roguishly.
"You sure think highly of yourself, don't you?"
"Well, someone had to." He put on a puppy-dog face and turned the corners of
his mouth downwards.
She rolled her eyes. "Vaughn, are you seriously playing the pity card? I
mean, maybe your counter mission was flawed and the mission only went
smoothly because I managed to rectify your mistake on the fly?"
He paused, turning serious for a moment. "Did you really?"
Laughing, she shook her head. "No. Your counter mission went to plan as usual.
But while we are going on this little ego-boosting trip, I just think I deserve
a pat on the back too. She reached her arm behind her, smiling widely at the
sight of the spectacle they made.
"Here, let me help you," he said, his voice suddenly a little softer as he
hugged her. "You did great, Syd. I'm glad you're back," he whispered into her
ear.
She let herself lean a little into his embrace until his hands accidentally
patted her bruise- a memento from her mission. She tried to muffle the little
yelp of pain that coursed through her system, wanting to stay in this position
forever- but he heard her sharp intake of breath.
He pulled away, concern instantly clouding his eyes. "Where are you hurt?"
"Don't worry Vaughn, it's really nothing, it's just a little brui-"
"Where are you hurt, Sydney?" He was already
stopping down to the floor, hunting up the first aid kit that was stored
underneath a crate.
"On my shoulder." She gave up her protests when she
heard his insistent tone of voice and removed her jacket so that he could
inspect her wound.
He pulled back the top part of her shirt and released a long stream of breath
as the large, angry bruise- already turning a dangerous shade of purple- came
into view. "I guess I spoke too soon when I said you made it back without a
scratch. I take my pat back."
Pulling a bandage from the kit, he gently wrapped her shoulder.
Watching him taking care of her with that intense concentration etched on his
face, consciously making his movements gentle and painless made her heart swell
even more with… with love for him.
He look up, finished with his patchwork, and suddenly
realized how close he was to her right then. Mere inches.
The tension, coupled with electricity, seemed to swell in the room, or at least
the ten foot radius around where they were standing.
She unconsciously licked her lips, knowing that she should move but also aware
of the fact that she couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to.
She didn't remember ever seeing his eyes so close before- didn't remember, or
just never noticed, how the specks of gold littered the green of his eyes and
how there was also a little bit of blue mixed into their depths. She willed him
to kiss her, the only thing she remembered ever wanting with all her soul.
His kindness, intelligence, and affection coupled with those looks made him
irresistible and it seemed to her that time stayed still and froze for one
never-ending second. If she strained hard enough, she could swear that she
heard the faintest chords of classical piano in the background. The hurt from
her injury had gone- long-since vanished. Healed with the
heat of his eyes.
Her head moved almost imperceptibly, suddenly a millimeter closer to his of its own will…
But he cleared his throat and backed away awkwardly, shoving his hands into his
pockets. "Good job with the mission, Sydney."
She crumbled inside. "Thanks."
She's crying, the words on the screen are becoming blurry and illegible to her
eyes and the pain she feels in her heart is not metaphorical any longer. Her
whole body is consumed with a sadness so real that she
swears it could be tangible. All emotion radiates outward from her ribs and her
breathing is labored and catching as liquid sorrow courses down her cheeks.
She is ashamed of herself- half ashamed because she cannot help herself, can't
control herself, and also because she cannot stop thinking about Michael
Vaughn.
She can't stop loving him enough to hate him, to get over him.
She cannot keep a promise that she made to herself less than 24 hours earlier.
Her entire body is tingling, screaming "Vaughn" from every pore, every cell,
and she's shaking, unable to contain and maintain the world around her.
Angrily she dries her eyes and gazes at the screen forcefully.
peoplesay: agh—phone call. I'll be right back.
peoplesay: sorry- I have to go.
peoplesay: I'll see you later. Bye~
peoplesay is no longer available
The phone rings, disturbing her thoughts. She walks
over to it and picks it up lifelessly.
"Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?"
tbc…
more???
**see how i made up for my procrastination by making this chapter longer???
repeat after me: Finally! Some REAL
s/v action~
worth it?
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10.
Liquid Sorrow
BleedingPhoenix: and whose life have I made better exactly?
peoplesay: mine.
She has to stop for a moment to sort out all of her emotions.
How…how…
BleedingPhoenix: How have I made your life better?
peoplesay: some people have a way about them…
some quality that's nearly impossible to define so I'm not even going to try.
You have that.
BleedingPhoenix: that doesn't even make sense. I've only been negative
and depressing towards you… the only way I could possible have made your life
seem better is by juxtaposing it with mine.
peoplesay: yet it still is. Strange
how things work out.
peoplesay: So… L.A. huh?
BleedingPhoenix: erm… yeah… but I don't want to meet you. Not yet.
peoplesay: HAHA! Well, that would be a
blow to the ego… if that was what I was going to ask you
smirk
peoplesay: you forget that you might be incredibly presumptuous. I might
merely be trying to make conversation. You're so arrogant, Miss Phoenix.
She laughs.
BleedingPhoenix: point taken. Though I highly doubt
your case. "L.A. huh?" isn't exactly
the greatest conversation starter of all time.
peoplesay: well… I wasn't going for the best
of all time. I was just looking for one. And judging from what we're doing
right now, I daresay that it worked.
BleedingPhoenix: You're so proud of yourself. Pat yourself on the back,
why don't you?
peoplesay: Oh, I am.
"What are you doing?" She said, laughing.
Vaughn grinned at her and moved his hands. "I was patting myself on the back,
actually."
She laughed again. "Are you being serious? My God… and why exactly are you
doing this?"
"Because I did a job well-done."
"Doing…"
"Giving my presentation on mission procedure and then coming here and seeing
you back from another successfully completed mission resulting from a flawless
counter mission." He winked at her roguishly.
"You sure think highly of yourself, don't you?"
"Well, someone had to." He put on a puppy-dog face and turned the corners of
his mouth downwards.
She rolled her eyes. "Vaughn, are you seriously playing the pity card? I
mean, maybe your counter mission was flawed and the mission only went
smoothly because I managed to rectify your mistake on the fly?"
He paused, turning serious for a moment. "Did you really?"
Laughing, she shook her head. "No. Your counter mission went to plan as usual.
But while we are going on this little ego-boosting trip, I just think I deserve
a pat on the back too. She reached her arm behind her, smiling widely at the
sight of the spectacle they made.
"Here, let me help you," he said, his voice suddenly a little softer as he
hugged her. "You did great, Syd. I'm glad you're back," he whispered into her
ear.
She let herself lean a little into his embrace until his hands accidentally
patted her bruise- a memento from her mission. She tried to muffle the little
yelp of pain that coursed through her system, wanting to stay in this position
forever- but he heard her sharp intake of breath.
He pulled away, concern instantly clouding his eyes. "Where are you hurt?"
"Don't worry Vaughn, it's really nothing, it's just a little brui-"
"Where are you hurt, Sydney?" He was already
stopping down to the floor, hunting up the first aid kit that was stored
underneath a crate.
"On my shoulder." She gave up her protests when she
heard his insistent tone of voice and removed her jacket so that he could
inspect her wound.
He pulled back the top part of her shirt and released a long stream of breath
as the large, angry bruise- already turning a dangerous shade of purple- came
into view. "I guess I spoke too soon when I said you made it back without a
scratch. I take my pat back."
Pulling a bandage from the kit, he gently wrapped her shoulder.
Watching him taking care of her with that intense concentration etched on his
face, consciously making his movements gentle and painless made her heart swell
even more with… with love for him.
He look up, finished with his patchwork, and suddenly
realized how close he was to her right then. Mere inches.
The tension, coupled with electricity, seemed to swell in the room, or at least
the ten foot radius around where they were standing.
She unconsciously licked her lips, knowing that she should move but also aware
of the fact that she couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to.
She didn't remember ever seeing his eyes so close before- didn't remember, or
just never noticed, how the specks of gold littered the green of his eyes and how
there was also a little bit of blue mixed into their depths. She willed him to
kiss her, the only thing she remembered ever wanting with all her soul.
His kindness, intelligence, and affection coupled with those looks made him
irresistible and it seemed to her that time stayed still and froze for one
never-ending second. If she strained hard enough, she could swear that she
heard the faintest chords of classical piano in the background. The hurt from
her injury had gone- long-since vanished. Healed with the
heat of his eyes.
Her head moved almost imperceptibly, suddenly a millimeter closer to his of its own will…
But he cleared his throat and backed away awkwardly, shoving his hands into his
pockets. "Good job with the mission, Sydney."
She crumbled inside. "Thanks."
She's crying, the words on the screen are becoming blurry and illegible to her
eyes and the pain she feels in her heart is not metaphorical any longer. Her
whole body is consumed with a sadness so real that she
swears it could be tangible. All emotion radiates outward from her ribs and her
breathing is labored and catching as liquid sorrow courses down her cheeks.
She is ashamed of herself- half ashamed because she cannot help herself, can't
control herself, and also because she cannot stop thinking about Michael
Vaughn.
She can't stop loving him enough to hate him, to get over him.
She cannot keep a promise that she made to herself less than 24 hours earlier.
Her entire body is tingling, screaming "Vaughn" from every pore, every cell,
and she's shaking, unable to contain and maintain the world around her.
Angrily she dries her eyes and gazes at the screen forcefully.
peoplesay: agh—phone call. I'll be right back.
peoplesay: sorry- I have to go.
peoplesay: I'll see you later. Bye~
peoplesay is no longer available
The phone rings, disturbing her thoughts. She walks
over to it and picks it up lifelessly.
"Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?"
tbc…
more???
**see how i made up for my procrastination by making this chapter longer???
repeat after me: Finally! Some REAL
s/v action~
worth it?