Yep, we're coming near the end guys, and I'm really sad about it, this
story has taken up most of my time for the last month, and I really enjoyed
writing it, but 'The Good Stuff' will be out in about a week, so I really
hope you enjoy that one as much as you enjoyed this one!
Okay, enough rambling, thanks to Screech for beta'ing, and thanks to all of you for replying, it really makes me feel loved!
[22]
He woke up the next morning around eight, the latest he had slept in the entire time he had been living at Sydney's. He never knew he had been so tired, but after staying up until a little after one waiting for Sydney before finally going to bed, it was tiring.
But the Kings game that had been on was exciting enough to keep him awake for a while.
And still, Sydney hadn't come home, so he had retreated to bed.
Stretching, he lazily sat up and ran a hand through his bed head, trying to think of what he and Sydney would do for the day today, as she had already decided to blow off classes for the day.
With a smile on his face, his feet hit the floor, and he stood up, clad only in his boxers, and picked up his pants and shirt that he discarded the night before.
When he left the bedroom, he didn't know whether Sydney would still be sleeping, or if she would be awake, but he expected she would be sleeping because of how late she got in the night before.
The coffee hadn't been started yet, so he started it, and looked around. Her keys were on the table next to the door, so he padded down the hall to her room, wanting to watch her sleep for a little while.
As the door was opened, he walked in, and frowned when he saw the empty bed.
Where could she be?
The bathroom door was wide open, she wasn't anywhere in the apartment.
He double and triple-checked everywhere she could possibly be, only to come up empty once again.
Obviously she had been there -- her bed looked slept in, and her keys were on the table.
But had she made her bed the previous morning, and had she taken her keys with her the night before?
He couldn't remember.
Picking up the phone, he dialed Delia's number, she would know where Sydney was, maybe Sydney had stayed there for the night.
It rang six times before anyone picked up, and when Delia finally did, she sounded exhausted, "Hello?"
"Delia?"
She yawned, "Mike, is that you?"
He nodded, "Yeah, it's me."
"What's up?" she questioned, looking at the clock, "I don't think you would be calling me this early if there wasn't a reason for it."
"Yeah, well when I woke up this morning, Syd wasn't here, so I was wondering if she's with you."
Delia frowned on her side of the phone, "No, she's not here, I dropped her off at her place a little after two this morning."
Vaughn's head started spinning, where was she? Where could she be? Was she hurt? Was she sick? Was she lost? Was she...dead? She couldn't have just disappeared.
"Are you sure?"
Delia nodded, "Yes, I'm sure, I watched her enter the apartment myself, but Francie stuck around for a little while, why don't you call her, maybe she and Syd went out again."
"Thanks Delia, I'll call Francie, I just want to find her, that's all." In truth, he was desperate to find her.
"Let me know when you do."
He hung up with that call, and immediately dialed Francie's number, receiving the same exhausted reply he had gotten from Delia, "Hello?"
"Francie, its Michael."
"Mike, what are you doing calling so early?"
He sighed, "I'm looking for Syd, she's not in her bed sleeping, and she's not anywhere in the apartment. I was hoping that maybe she was with you."
"No," Francie shook her head, "Last time I saw her was when Delia and I dropped her off at the apartment. I watched her walk in."
"Is there any other place, or person she might be with or place she could be?" Vaughn demanded, he was running out of people and places.
"No, I'm sorry, lately the only people she's been hanging out with are you, me and Delia. What do you think happened?"
"I don't know, I'm going to wait for a little while before I call her father and the police."
"Let me know when you find her, or if I can help."
He waited for ten, twenty, thirty minutes, and then finally an hour, and after an hour that seemed like an eternity, he picked up the phone once again.
Sydney was missing.
She was missing, and he had no clue what had happened to her.
He was scared, for both Sydney and himself, it was his job to protect her, and now she was missing.
"Hello?"
Vaughn sighed, "Jack, Sydney's missing."
TBC...
~&~&~
Yep, so another cliffhanger, sorry, couldn't resist.
Okay, enough rambling, thanks to Screech for beta'ing, and thanks to all of you for replying, it really makes me feel loved!
[22]
He woke up the next morning around eight, the latest he had slept in the entire time he had been living at Sydney's. He never knew he had been so tired, but after staying up until a little after one waiting for Sydney before finally going to bed, it was tiring.
But the Kings game that had been on was exciting enough to keep him awake for a while.
And still, Sydney hadn't come home, so he had retreated to bed.
Stretching, he lazily sat up and ran a hand through his bed head, trying to think of what he and Sydney would do for the day today, as she had already decided to blow off classes for the day.
With a smile on his face, his feet hit the floor, and he stood up, clad only in his boxers, and picked up his pants and shirt that he discarded the night before.
When he left the bedroom, he didn't know whether Sydney would still be sleeping, or if she would be awake, but he expected she would be sleeping because of how late she got in the night before.
The coffee hadn't been started yet, so he started it, and looked around. Her keys were on the table next to the door, so he padded down the hall to her room, wanting to watch her sleep for a little while.
As the door was opened, he walked in, and frowned when he saw the empty bed.
Where could she be?
The bathroom door was wide open, she wasn't anywhere in the apartment.
He double and triple-checked everywhere she could possibly be, only to come up empty once again.
Obviously she had been there -- her bed looked slept in, and her keys were on the table.
But had she made her bed the previous morning, and had she taken her keys with her the night before?
He couldn't remember.
Picking up the phone, he dialed Delia's number, she would know where Sydney was, maybe Sydney had stayed there for the night.
It rang six times before anyone picked up, and when Delia finally did, she sounded exhausted, "Hello?"
"Delia?"
She yawned, "Mike, is that you?"
He nodded, "Yeah, it's me."
"What's up?" she questioned, looking at the clock, "I don't think you would be calling me this early if there wasn't a reason for it."
"Yeah, well when I woke up this morning, Syd wasn't here, so I was wondering if she's with you."
Delia frowned on her side of the phone, "No, she's not here, I dropped her off at her place a little after two this morning."
Vaughn's head started spinning, where was she? Where could she be? Was she hurt? Was she sick? Was she lost? Was she...dead? She couldn't have just disappeared.
"Are you sure?"
Delia nodded, "Yes, I'm sure, I watched her enter the apartment myself, but Francie stuck around for a little while, why don't you call her, maybe she and Syd went out again."
"Thanks Delia, I'll call Francie, I just want to find her, that's all." In truth, he was desperate to find her.
"Let me know when you do."
He hung up with that call, and immediately dialed Francie's number, receiving the same exhausted reply he had gotten from Delia, "Hello?"
"Francie, its Michael."
"Mike, what are you doing calling so early?"
He sighed, "I'm looking for Syd, she's not in her bed sleeping, and she's not anywhere in the apartment. I was hoping that maybe she was with you."
"No," Francie shook her head, "Last time I saw her was when Delia and I dropped her off at the apartment. I watched her walk in."
"Is there any other place, or person she might be with or place she could be?" Vaughn demanded, he was running out of people and places.
"No, I'm sorry, lately the only people she's been hanging out with are you, me and Delia. What do you think happened?"
"I don't know, I'm going to wait for a little while before I call her father and the police."
"Let me know when you find her, or if I can help."
He waited for ten, twenty, thirty minutes, and then finally an hour, and after an hour that seemed like an eternity, he picked up the phone once again.
Sydney was missing.
She was missing, and he had no clue what had happened to her.
He was scared, for both Sydney and himself, it was his job to protect her, and now she was missing.
"Hello?"
Vaughn sighed, "Jack, Sydney's missing."
TBC...
~&~&~
Yep, so another cliffhanger, sorry, couldn't resist.