AN: Hey everyone. I used to have an account on here and then I just
left for a while and am now starting to write more again. This is an idea I
thought up in my Social Studies class, when I was supposed to be listening.
Sydney loves Vaughn, Vaughn loves Sydney, and Vaughn loves Lauren. Just
wait, you ain't seen nothing yet. It will be S/V, but not for a while
because I got quite a bit to set up first. Please review, good or bad I can
take it. Have fun!
I wish he'd never come. Sure, I'd be dead right now, but it'd be better. Had I gotten shot, my pain would be gone. I said goodbye to the one person that mattered and I was ready to die. Even if I had just gotten shot, and Vaughn had lived, it would be okay. He could go on with his life. I would really be dead this time.
But now I'm here, alive, wishing I could go away again. Wishing that I hadn't erased my own memory and had just stayed gone. I even found myself thinking about leaving again. Possibly become a freelance agent and take down the Covenant alone. It was a crazy thought, but the situation then would be better than the one now.
My clock buzzed and I looked over. 5:00 a.m. I had a debrief at 7:00. Sadly, it was time to get up. I pushed off the bed I had finally adjusted to and rolled to my feet. Next I sauntered to the shower and set the dial as hot as it could get. It was as Will had once said: I washed my pain away. The hot water began to flow down my back and over my body.
Showers are usually the best places to think. All you hear is the rush of the water in your hair, nothing more. But silence was killing me right now. It let my mind wander to a place it shouldn't be. Instead of complying with the stillness, I clicked on my shower radio, which turned out to only make things worse. It was the early morning, when stations played those cheesy write-in radio shows where people apologize for their pure stupidity. But the letter this time wasn't cheesy. In fact, it struck close to home.
Radio Announcer: Now this letter comes to us from Maggie in Crystal Lake Illinois. Dear Love Notes, my boyfriend and I dated for a year and were so in love. Then, on assignment for my job, which is a retailer for a clothes industry, I had to go to Ireland for 8 months. We kept in contact, and I thought nothing was wrong. But when I got back, I found that he still loved me, but the distance had broken us apart. He was now with someone else. I regret every moment I spent away. Please play Garth Brooks' song When You Come Back to Me Again.
There's a ship out, on the ocean
At the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about, lost and broken
Wandering aimlessly
And God somehow you know that ship is me
'Cause there's a lighthouse, in the harbor
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out, across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
There's a moment we all come to
In our own time and our own space
Where all that we've done, we can undo
If our heart's in the right place
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
And again I see my yesterday's in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is and used to be
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
When you come back to me again
At the end of the song, I was sobbing. Absolutely weeping and leaning against the side of the shower. When I heard the phone ringing outside the shower, I quickly wiped my tears, switched off the shower, grabbed a towel, and ran to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sydney?"
"Dad? It's 5:30."
"I just wanted to make sure you remembered we had a debrief."
"Of course I do. Anything else?"
"Just.I just wanted to know if you were okay."
"I'm fine, Dad. Thanks, though."
"I'll see you in a little bit." He hung up and I couldn't help but feel a bit weird. It was sweet of him to call like that, but he never had before. Was it that easy to tell that I was upset when I came back from North Korea? If so, I was losing my touch.
I quickly dried my hair and went to my closet. Picking out my clothes was simple. I just grabbed my regular black pants, top, jacket, and boots and was set to go. The last step was to apply some makeup and pull my hair up into its usual ponytail and I was ready.
This is going to be a long day.
AN: So. good? Bad? Please review and tell me if there's anything I should change or if there's anything you like! Thanks! There should be a new chapter up within the next week.
I wish he'd never come. Sure, I'd be dead right now, but it'd be better. Had I gotten shot, my pain would be gone. I said goodbye to the one person that mattered and I was ready to die. Even if I had just gotten shot, and Vaughn had lived, it would be okay. He could go on with his life. I would really be dead this time.
But now I'm here, alive, wishing I could go away again. Wishing that I hadn't erased my own memory and had just stayed gone. I even found myself thinking about leaving again. Possibly become a freelance agent and take down the Covenant alone. It was a crazy thought, but the situation then would be better than the one now.
My clock buzzed and I looked over. 5:00 a.m. I had a debrief at 7:00. Sadly, it was time to get up. I pushed off the bed I had finally adjusted to and rolled to my feet. Next I sauntered to the shower and set the dial as hot as it could get. It was as Will had once said: I washed my pain away. The hot water began to flow down my back and over my body.
Showers are usually the best places to think. All you hear is the rush of the water in your hair, nothing more. But silence was killing me right now. It let my mind wander to a place it shouldn't be. Instead of complying with the stillness, I clicked on my shower radio, which turned out to only make things worse. It was the early morning, when stations played those cheesy write-in radio shows where people apologize for their pure stupidity. But the letter this time wasn't cheesy. In fact, it struck close to home.
Radio Announcer: Now this letter comes to us from Maggie in Crystal Lake Illinois. Dear Love Notes, my boyfriend and I dated for a year and were so in love. Then, on assignment for my job, which is a retailer for a clothes industry, I had to go to Ireland for 8 months. We kept in contact, and I thought nothing was wrong. But when I got back, I found that he still loved me, but the distance had broken us apart. He was now with someone else. I regret every moment I spent away. Please play Garth Brooks' song When You Come Back to Me Again.
There's a ship out, on the ocean
At the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about, lost and broken
Wandering aimlessly
And God somehow you know that ship is me
'Cause there's a lighthouse, in the harbor
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out, across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
There's a moment we all come to
In our own time and our own space
Where all that we've done, we can undo
If our heart's in the right place
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
And again I see my yesterday's in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is and used to be
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
When you come back to me again
At the end of the song, I was sobbing. Absolutely weeping and leaning against the side of the shower. When I heard the phone ringing outside the shower, I quickly wiped my tears, switched off the shower, grabbed a towel, and ran to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sydney?"
"Dad? It's 5:30."
"I just wanted to make sure you remembered we had a debrief."
"Of course I do. Anything else?"
"Just.I just wanted to know if you were okay."
"I'm fine, Dad. Thanks, though."
"I'll see you in a little bit." He hung up and I couldn't help but feel a bit weird. It was sweet of him to call like that, but he never had before. Was it that easy to tell that I was upset when I came back from North Korea? If so, I was losing my touch.
I quickly dried my hair and went to my closet. Picking out my clothes was simple. I just grabbed my regular black pants, top, jacket, and boots and was set to go. The last step was to apply some makeup and pull my hair up into its usual ponytail and I was ready.
This is going to be a long day.
AN: So. good? Bad? Please review and tell me if there's anything I should change or if there's anything you like! Thanks! There should be a new chapter up within the next week.