Title: Prophetic Daughter
Summary: Post S#, trying to make some kind of sense of it all. Mostly fluff, but in a great kinda fluffy way.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.
Personal Disclaimer: This will not be one of my Fan-Epic's. I have to keep telling myself! Short and sweet. Bear with me here guys I'm trying to get out this story it's just taken a couple of false starts... but I have a really good feeling about this one!
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There are certain things in life one should never learn. For Sydney what was contained in the file, within the Safety Deposit Box, in Wittenberg, was one of those things. It affected her life. Her mother's life, her sister's life, the life of the man she loved. But Sydney was at the heart of it. And somehow her father had found a way to twist everything she had lived, everything she had ever done. In some omnipotent way, Jack Bristow had played God. He may not have intended it that way, but as always things are never as one intends.
He started out as simply a messenger, a recorder. He took down everything, from birth to, well, to death. Most of the time he'd played an innocent bystander. Some of the time he'd taken an active role in shaping the outcome of events. Other times he'd played things, maneuvered fate so events would turn out just as he calculated. In truth, he'd played the role of God, more often than perhaps God himself.
Information was his business. It was his life. He never would have thought that it would destroy her. But then again he never would have thought a lot of things.....
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"Sydney, you're not going to like the way this sounds but I'm going to say it anyway. I'm not letting you go alone." Vaughn half yelled, half pleaded.
She reacted just as he'd foreseen.
"Vaughn," She sighed exasperated. "We're not arguing over this, and I don't have time. I have to do this, and I have to do it alone. What I need from you right now is for you to trust me." Sydney frowned.
"Hold on just a second Sydney, why can't you tell me what this is about? First you're flying off to Europe, and leaving me here to cover with the CIA. Not to mention the fact that you had me lie to your father. Come on Sydney, this is ridiculous." Vaughn chased her as she walked toward the door. She reached to open it but he stood in her way.
She stopped and looked him in the eye. It was the kind of look that said, if I wasn't in love with you I would Crescent kick the hell out of your face right now.
Vaughn stood firm, not caving under her looks of death.
"Vaughn," She said, closing her eyes in her truly infuriated way. "I'm sorry." She sighed, opening her eyes. They were now much softer than they were a moment ago. "I just can't..." She shook her head, feeling the tears burn her eyes, but fighting desperately not to cry them. "I want to tell you everything. I want to be with you, to do this together." She breathed in unsteadily. "I can't. Please, just let me go." She pleaded desperately.
And he caved. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He just hated that after all the time they'd spent apart, they weren't able to be together, be honest with each other.
He lowered his head for a moment, before lifting his eyes to meet hers. He gave a vague attempt at a smile, and pulled Sydney into a tight hug.
"Be careful, I don't want to lose you now." He sighed, letting her go. Sydney smiled weakly and kissed him before running out the door.
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Summary: Post S#, trying to make some kind of sense of it all. Mostly fluff, but in a great kinda fluffy way.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.
Personal Disclaimer: This will not be one of my Fan-Epic's. I have to keep telling myself! Short and sweet. Bear with me here guys I'm trying to get out this story it's just taken a couple of false starts... but I have a really good feeling about this one!
FEEDBACK FEEDBACK FEEDBACK FEEDBACK please...
.......................................................
There are certain things in life one should never learn. For Sydney what was contained in the file, within the Safety Deposit Box, in Wittenberg, was one of those things. It affected her life. Her mother's life, her sister's life, the life of the man she loved. But Sydney was at the heart of it. And somehow her father had found a way to twist everything she had lived, everything she had ever done. In some omnipotent way, Jack Bristow had played God. He may not have intended it that way, but as always things are never as one intends.
He started out as simply a messenger, a recorder. He took down everything, from birth to, well, to death. Most of the time he'd played an innocent bystander. Some of the time he'd taken an active role in shaping the outcome of events. Other times he'd played things, maneuvered fate so events would turn out just as he calculated. In truth, he'd played the role of God, more often than perhaps God himself.
Information was his business. It was his life. He never would have thought that it would destroy her. But then again he never would have thought a lot of things.....
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"Sydney, you're not going to like the way this sounds but I'm going to say it anyway. I'm not letting you go alone." Vaughn half yelled, half pleaded.
She reacted just as he'd foreseen.
"Vaughn," She sighed exasperated. "We're not arguing over this, and I don't have time. I have to do this, and I have to do it alone. What I need from you right now is for you to trust me." Sydney frowned.
"Hold on just a second Sydney, why can't you tell me what this is about? First you're flying off to Europe, and leaving me here to cover with the CIA. Not to mention the fact that you had me lie to your father. Come on Sydney, this is ridiculous." Vaughn chased her as she walked toward the door. She reached to open it but he stood in her way.
She stopped and looked him in the eye. It was the kind of look that said, if I wasn't in love with you I would Crescent kick the hell out of your face right now.
Vaughn stood firm, not caving under her looks of death.
"Vaughn," She said, closing her eyes in her truly infuriated way. "I'm sorry." She sighed, opening her eyes. They were now much softer than they were a moment ago. "I just can't..." She shook her head, feeling the tears burn her eyes, but fighting desperately not to cry them. "I want to tell you everything. I want to be with you, to do this together." She breathed in unsteadily. "I can't. Please, just let me go." She pleaded desperately.
And he caved. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He just hated that after all the time they'd spent apart, they weren't able to be together, be honest with each other.
He lowered his head for a moment, before lifting his eyes to meet hers. He gave a vague attempt at a smile, and pulled Sydney into a tight hug.
"Be careful, I don't want to lose you now." He sighed, letting her go. Sydney smiled weakly and kissed him before running out the door.
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