Broken Promises
"She believed, just as he did."
Chapter 1
Sydney held the urn containing the remains of Michael Vaughn. She held it tight as the ocean wind blew by her. It was a gloomy day, it was a dark gloomy day. Three days ago, Sydney went over to Vaughn's house so they could leave for Santa Barbara, which would never happen, she found his house ablaze, smoke billowing out of the windows and roof. She just stood there, unable to move, just watcing as the house of her boyfriend burnied to the ground. The firemen worked around her, the mist of the cool water coming into contact with her face. She couldn't move, she was parellized. The only thing that came out of her mouth was his name, in slolw silent whisper, she said his name.
"Vaughn..."
She didn't need anyone to tell her about the status of her byfriend, she already knew, and her heart jumped up to her throat at the realization the he was gone. Never would they laugh, never would they talk, never would see eachother again. Memories were the only thing left she had of him, just the memories. But what good were memories, if you don't have someone to remember them with? They talked about death one day, a few months back, she didn't know what made her confess her wishes, but perhapes it was the day he had lost one of his close friends.
-Flashback-
Sydney and Vaughn were sitting on the couch watching the Kings game. Half- Time came and Vaughn got up to get something to drink.
"Hey, so are we taking friday off?" Sydney asked as she looked over the back of the couch at Vaughn, who was in the kitchen. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
"Yeah, sure." He said. She smiled but sensed there was something he wasn't telling her.
"Vaughn? What's wrong?" She asked. He looked at her as he stood at the kitchen counter.
"Nothing? Why?" He asked. She studied him intently.
"You've been acting weird since we got to work this morning. What's bothering you?" Sydney asked. Vaughn gave her a smile.
"It's nothin', you don't have to worry about it." He said. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He held the bottle out to her.
"No, i don't want any." She said. He set the bottle down on the coffee table and started watching the half-time show. Sydney tried to listen to what the man was saying, but Vaughn's mood was haunting her. She took the remote from the table and turned off the tv. She set the remote behind her and turned to Vaughn, he looked at her.
"Syd, we're missing the show." He said. She just looked at him.
"Are you mad at me?" She asked. Vaughn looked at her.
"Mad at you for what?" Vaughn asked.
"For whatever i did, you always tell me what's wrong, why aren't you now? Did i do something? Becasue if i did i'm sorry." She said. Vaughn turned his body toward her so he was completely facing her.
"Sydney, you didn't do anything wrong." He said. 'Uh oh' she thought, 'there are the worry wrinkles.' He took her hand.
"Why would you think i was mad at you?" He asked.
"Because, there's oviously something bothering you, and you won't tell me." She said.
"It's not that important, it's not something you have to worry about." He said.
"But you not telling me is making me even more worried, it's driving me insane not knowing what is bothering you." She said. He sighed and looked at the bottle of beer.
"Craig died." He said. She didn't expect that kind of change in the conversation.
"What?" She asked. He looked up at her.
"You know my buddy from the FBI? You met him, the tall..."
"I remember who he is." She said. He nodded.
"He was in a car accident over the weekend, he died yesterday of complications." Vaughn said. Sydney now felt bad for pressuring him to talk.
"Vaughn..." She said.
"The funeral's on friday, his brother invited me." Vaughn said. Sydney turned her body so she was facing forward, she played with her hands. Vaughn moved closer to her.
"Syd, please don't start beating yourself up, you didn't know." He said.
"But i should have, i didn't know it was something like that, i'm sorry." She said. He brushed a peice of hair back behind her ear. He kissed the side of her head.
"Don't be, Syd. You were only trying to help, and you know, you did. I shouldn't be keeping something like that in." He said. She kept looking at her hands. He turned her chin so she looked at him.
"I love you." He said softly. That was the first time either of them had uttered the words. A single tear rolled down Sydney's cheek. Vaughn brushed it away.
"Come on." He said standing up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
"It's been a long day. Let's go to bed." He said.
-End Flashback-
That moment was the single best moment of her life, not finding out his friend passed away, but hearing him say those words. And when they were lying in bed Sydney had said, just out of the blue, that she wanted to be creamated. She felt Vaughn tense up a little but then he also agreed. If something ever happened he'd wanted to be creamated too, his remains spread at sea to be free, free from the life he has lived, and the lies he has been told, and they both agreed, that would never happen soon. They'd die together, old and wrinklie. It actually made her laugh, he had joked and said by the time he died his forehead wrinkles would be perminent. She laughed and just smacked him. They promised eachother they would live for one another, and now the promise was broken, he was gone. She'd never get to see him with those perminatne forehead wrinkles, they'd never get married, they'd never have kids, they'd never buy a house in france, like he'd promised after they quit the CIA. All that was left were broken promises and memories. He was taken away too soon. She believed in fate, and that she, like him, was put on this earth for a purpose, but his job wasn't done. They hadn't even started their lives, how could he be taken away so soon? Maybe it was just the curse that she seemed to hold, she started to feel like whatever higher power there was didn't like her, didn't want her to be happy, and wanted her to suffer. Well, it worked, becasue the next two years were going to be he for her. But she thought it was going to be the rest of her life. She was wrong. One day her Angel would come back, one day they'd see eachother again, one day everything would fall into place, and one day those promises he made wouldn't be broken anymore. Because she still had her guardian angel, no matter where she is, that is something that no one can ever change. Because she believed, just as he did.
"She believed, just as he did."
Chapter 1
Sydney held the urn containing the remains of Michael Vaughn. She held it tight as the ocean wind blew by her. It was a gloomy day, it was a dark gloomy day. Three days ago, Sydney went over to Vaughn's house so they could leave for Santa Barbara, which would never happen, she found his house ablaze, smoke billowing out of the windows and roof. She just stood there, unable to move, just watcing as the house of her boyfriend burnied to the ground. The firemen worked around her, the mist of the cool water coming into contact with her face. She couldn't move, she was parellized. The only thing that came out of her mouth was his name, in slolw silent whisper, she said his name.
"Vaughn..."
She didn't need anyone to tell her about the status of her byfriend, she already knew, and her heart jumped up to her throat at the realization the he was gone. Never would they laugh, never would they talk, never would see eachother again. Memories were the only thing left she had of him, just the memories. But what good were memories, if you don't have someone to remember them with? They talked about death one day, a few months back, she didn't know what made her confess her wishes, but perhapes it was the day he had lost one of his close friends.
-Flashback-
Sydney and Vaughn were sitting on the couch watching the Kings game. Half- Time came and Vaughn got up to get something to drink.
"Hey, so are we taking friday off?" Sydney asked as she looked over the back of the couch at Vaughn, who was in the kitchen. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
"Yeah, sure." He said. She smiled but sensed there was something he wasn't telling her.
"Vaughn? What's wrong?" She asked. He looked at her as he stood at the kitchen counter.
"Nothing? Why?" He asked. She studied him intently.
"You've been acting weird since we got to work this morning. What's bothering you?" Sydney asked. Vaughn gave her a smile.
"It's nothin', you don't have to worry about it." He said. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He held the bottle out to her.
"No, i don't want any." She said. He set the bottle down on the coffee table and started watching the half-time show. Sydney tried to listen to what the man was saying, but Vaughn's mood was haunting her. She took the remote from the table and turned off the tv. She set the remote behind her and turned to Vaughn, he looked at her.
"Syd, we're missing the show." He said. She just looked at him.
"Are you mad at me?" She asked. Vaughn looked at her.
"Mad at you for what?" Vaughn asked.
"For whatever i did, you always tell me what's wrong, why aren't you now? Did i do something? Becasue if i did i'm sorry." She said. Vaughn turned his body toward her so he was completely facing her.
"Sydney, you didn't do anything wrong." He said. 'Uh oh' she thought, 'there are the worry wrinkles.' He took her hand.
"Why would you think i was mad at you?" He asked.
"Because, there's oviously something bothering you, and you won't tell me." She said.
"It's not that important, it's not something you have to worry about." He said.
"But you not telling me is making me even more worried, it's driving me insane not knowing what is bothering you." She said. He sighed and looked at the bottle of beer.
"Craig died." He said. She didn't expect that kind of change in the conversation.
"What?" She asked. He looked up at her.
"You know my buddy from the FBI? You met him, the tall..."
"I remember who he is." She said. He nodded.
"He was in a car accident over the weekend, he died yesterday of complications." Vaughn said. Sydney now felt bad for pressuring him to talk.
"Vaughn..." She said.
"The funeral's on friday, his brother invited me." Vaughn said. Sydney turned her body so she was facing forward, she played with her hands. Vaughn moved closer to her.
"Syd, please don't start beating yourself up, you didn't know." He said.
"But i should have, i didn't know it was something like that, i'm sorry." She said. He brushed a peice of hair back behind her ear. He kissed the side of her head.
"Don't be, Syd. You were only trying to help, and you know, you did. I shouldn't be keeping something like that in." He said. She kept looking at her hands. He turned her chin so she looked at him.
"I love you." He said softly. That was the first time either of them had uttered the words. A single tear rolled down Sydney's cheek. Vaughn brushed it away.
"Come on." He said standing up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
"It's been a long day. Let's go to bed." He said.
-End Flashback-
That moment was the single best moment of her life, not finding out his friend passed away, but hearing him say those words. And when they were lying in bed Sydney had said, just out of the blue, that she wanted to be creamated. She felt Vaughn tense up a little but then he also agreed. If something ever happened he'd wanted to be creamated too, his remains spread at sea to be free, free from the life he has lived, and the lies he has been told, and they both agreed, that would never happen soon. They'd die together, old and wrinklie. It actually made her laugh, he had joked and said by the time he died his forehead wrinkles would be perminent. She laughed and just smacked him. They promised eachother they would live for one another, and now the promise was broken, he was gone. She'd never get to see him with those perminatne forehead wrinkles, they'd never get married, they'd never have kids, they'd never buy a house in france, like he'd promised after they quit the CIA. All that was left were broken promises and memories. He was taken away too soon. She believed in fate, and that she, like him, was put on this earth for a purpose, but his job wasn't done. They hadn't even started their lives, how could he be taken away so soon? Maybe it was just the curse that she seemed to hold, she started to feel like whatever higher power there was didn't like her, didn't want her to be happy, and wanted her to suffer. Well, it worked, becasue the next two years were going to be he for her. But she thought it was going to be the rest of her life. She was wrong. One day her Angel would come back, one day they'd see eachother again, one day everything would fall into place, and one day those promises he made wouldn't be broken anymore. Because she still had her guardian angel, no matter where she is, that is something that no one can ever change. Because she believed, just as he did.