Title: The End of A Dream
Author: Queenie aka Nicole
Beta: Screech
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, typical, J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot and ABC own them, but the people you don't recognize, well they're mine.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post - The Frame
Summary: He came back, and she had moved on.
Dedication: To Screech, Jen and anyone else who has ever been a muse to me or even a friend to me.
Author's Note: Well, I was getting ready to go to my grandma's on Wednesday, and this idea just hit me like ten minutes before I was leaving, and I had to get it down. The first chapter is a little pecuilar, but it will be explained in the later chapters, you just have to give me the time to explain it. If you want a PM, let me know!
"The End of A Dream"
[1]
It is perfect. Plans have been made. We are going to have coffee. It will be our clean slate; we will get a chance to start again.
We will get the life we deserve, it will be better than we can ever imagine. We share a coy look and a smile as we walk into the rotunda, the tension from the idea of a "cup of coffee" keeping us going. And then we freeze.
People huddle around Lauren, she is crying on Weiss' shoulder, and my stomach drops. This was the end of my little dream of happily ever after with Syd.
I just know it.
Weiss walks over to us, and as he stops, he tries to avoid our eyes, tries to avoid having to tell us this, to shatter our future once again.
"Vaughn...Lauren's father, he committed suicide." And he goes on to tell us that her father has been the mole inside the CIA for the Covenant, which he admitted to it before he killed himself, that Lauren had been helping him under the façade that he had been doing work for the US Government. That she is devastated.
And I wonder, why me? Why was this stupid life thrown into my lap? Why not the guy walking on the street next to me?
This is the end of my dream.
We have to go back to reality.
Reality is with my wife, no cup of coffee in sight.
I know what has to be done. If only Sydney will someday understand, that no matter what, I want to be with her, but my wife, even if we had been separating, I know how it feels for a father to die, and I don't want to force that on her when she's by herself. I have to go back to her. Sometimes I wish I didn't have any morals, my life would have been so much easier.
~&~&~
I know I have to make it up to her, someway; somehow, I have to make this better for her. Ever since she has come back from the dead, she has gotten pushed aside for Lauren, and once again, it has happened, and I feel terrible. I have to talk to her, to explain what's going through my head right now, it's too much for me to handle, I need to get it off my chest once and for all.
And so the only possibility is to call her, even if I hang up, just to hear her voice will soothe my restless soul.
It rings close to two times before I hear her melodic voice, "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Sorry about how I got pulled away." 'Pulled away'; nice phrasing, better yet, why don't you just say, 'Sorry about how I broke your heart, again.'
There is a pause, and I think she is looking for something to say, what do you say to the person you love who is married to someone else? "How is she?"
Gulp. "It's hard dealing with her father's death and betrayal."
And there is an awkward, pregnant pause, as if she is searching for something nice to say when she can't think of anything. "Are you at Eric's?"
s***. Really. s***. What am I supposed to say? I told her I was staying at Weiss' and now I'm back home, in bed with the woman I was supposedly leaving. "No."
"I see." She starts, and I can begin to hear the tears in her voice, I always hated hearing this, because it always meant someone had done something wrong, and this time I did. This time I hurt her more than anyone has ever hurt her before. "Well, I guess we won't be getting that cup of coffee."
Her voice sounds like she's about to breakdown, and I wish I could be right there with her, to catch her when she falls, to comfort her, to tell her it would all be okay, to reassure her that we would be together someday.
"No," I say, "We're not." What am I supposed to say? I don't want to string her along any more, I don't want to hurt her again, and it seems like that's all I'm able to do anymore.
And the desperation in her voice stomps my heart, makes tears pool in my eyes. "Okay, I'm going to go."
I know what that means, she's going to go and she's going to cry over something that she's lost again.
She hangs up before I can stop her, "Syd..."
There's the end of my dream.
Feeling devastated all over again, I crawl back into bed, the woman next to me stirring slightly as she turns my way, "Michael, who was that on the phone?"
"It was...it was no one Lauren, just go back to sleep, it's late."
"Michael?" she asks quietly.
"Yes?"
"I think we should get away from here...start over again in a place where there aren't so many bad memories for the both of us."
That hangs in the air for a moment as I think it over, and to me, it sounds like the best idea right now, if I'm not near Syd, I can't hurt her again.
"Where were you thinking?"
"I've always wanted to go back to England."
"Let's do it."
And she turns around fully, like she didn't think I would actually agree to it. "Really?"
"Yes. This place has nothing anymore. Just bad memories. Let's go somewhere new and make new ones, happier ones."
The only thing better than being with Lauren is being with Syd, but I've already ruined that one again, so I have nothing anymore, and I'm willing to give mine and Lauren's life and love another chance, a chance to flourish in a new place.
~&~&~
That had been eight years ago, and now, I am back in LA, trying to reclaim what has always been mine, only difference is, it is no longer mine anymore.
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So, did you like it? Because I would like to know.
Author: Queenie aka Nicole
Beta: Screech
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, typical, J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot and ABC own them, but the people you don't recognize, well they're mine.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post - The Frame
Summary: He came back, and she had moved on.
Dedication: To Screech, Jen and anyone else who has ever been a muse to me or even a friend to me.
Author's Note: Well, I was getting ready to go to my grandma's on Wednesday, and this idea just hit me like ten minutes before I was leaving, and I had to get it down. The first chapter is a little pecuilar, but it will be explained in the later chapters, you just have to give me the time to explain it. If you want a PM, let me know!
"The End of A Dream"
[1]
It is perfect. Plans have been made. We are going to have coffee. It will be our clean slate; we will get a chance to start again.
We will get the life we deserve, it will be better than we can ever imagine. We share a coy look and a smile as we walk into the rotunda, the tension from the idea of a "cup of coffee" keeping us going. And then we freeze.
People huddle around Lauren, she is crying on Weiss' shoulder, and my stomach drops. This was the end of my little dream of happily ever after with Syd.
I just know it.
Weiss walks over to us, and as he stops, he tries to avoid our eyes, tries to avoid having to tell us this, to shatter our future once again.
"Vaughn...Lauren's father, he committed suicide." And he goes on to tell us that her father has been the mole inside the CIA for the Covenant, which he admitted to it before he killed himself, that Lauren had been helping him under the façade that he had been doing work for the US Government. That she is devastated.
And I wonder, why me? Why was this stupid life thrown into my lap? Why not the guy walking on the street next to me?
This is the end of my dream.
We have to go back to reality.
Reality is with my wife, no cup of coffee in sight.
I know what has to be done. If only Sydney will someday understand, that no matter what, I want to be with her, but my wife, even if we had been separating, I know how it feels for a father to die, and I don't want to force that on her when she's by herself. I have to go back to her. Sometimes I wish I didn't have any morals, my life would have been so much easier.
~&~&~
I know I have to make it up to her, someway; somehow, I have to make this better for her. Ever since she has come back from the dead, she has gotten pushed aside for Lauren, and once again, it has happened, and I feel terrible. I have to talk to her, to explain what's going through my head right now, it's too much for me to handle, I need to get it off my chest once and for all.
And so the only possibility is to call her, even if I hang up, just to hear her voice will soothe my restless soul.
It rings close to two times before I hear her melodic voice, "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Sorry about how I got pulled away." 'Pulled away'; nice phrasing, better yet, why don't you just say, 'Sorry about how I broke your heart, again.'
There is a pause, and I think she is looking for something to say, what do you say to the person you love who is married to someone else? "How is she?"
Gulp. "It's hard dealing with her father's death and betrayal."
And there is an awkward, pregnant pause, as if she is searching for something nice to say when she can't think of anything. "Are you at Eric's?"
s***. Really. s***. What am I supposed to say? I told her I was staying at Weiss' and now I'm back home, in bed with the woman I was supposedly leaving. "No."
"I see." She starts, and I can begin to hear the tears in her voice, I always hated hearing this, because it always meant someone had done something wrong, and this time I did. This time I hurt her more than anyone has ever hurt her before. "Well, I guess we won't be getting that cup of coffee."
Her voice sounds like she's about to breakdown, and I wish I could be right there with her, to catch her when she falls, to comfort her, to tell her it would all be okay, to reassure her that we would be together someday.
"No," I say, "We're not." What am I supposed to say? I don't want to string her along any more, I don't want to hurt her again, and it seems like that's all I'm able to do anymore.
And the desperation in her voice stomps my heart, makes tears pool in my eyes. "Okay, I'm going to go."
I know what that means, she's going to go and she's going to cry over something that she's lost again.
She hangs up before I can stop her, "Syd..."
There's the end of my dream.
Feeling devastated all over again, I crawl back into bed, the woman next to me stirring slightly as she turns my way, "Michael, who was that on the phone?"
"It was...it was no one Lauren, just go back to sleep, it's late."
"Michael?" she asks quietly.
"Yes?"
"I think we should get away from here...start over again in a place where there aren't so many bad memories for the both of us."
That hangs in the air for a moment as I think it over, and to me, it sounds like the best idea right now, if I'm not near Syd, I can't hurt her again.
"Where were you thinking?"
"I've always wanted to go back to England."
"Let's do it."
And she turns around fully, like she didn't think I would actually agree to it. "Really?"
"Yes. This place has nothing anymore. Just bad memories. Let's go somewhere new and make new ones, happier ones."
The only thing better than being with Lauren is being with Syd, but I've already ruined that one again, so I have nothing anymore, and I'm willing to give mine and Lauren's life and love another chance, a chance to flourish in a new place.
~&~&~
That had been eight years ago, and now, I am back in LA, trying to reclaim what has always been mine, only difference is, it is no longer mine anymore.
~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&
So, did you like it? Because I would like to know.