His eyes bore into mine with a pleading gaze, asking me to say
something.
"T-Two years?" I can't bring myself to ask him about the other thing.
"Two years. When I came back to get you, the house was in flames. I called Devlin and 911 and then went in to try and find you. But you weren't there. I did find Will. He's alive and well in Witness Protection.
"You already know that Francie was actually Allison Doren. She's dead. But we didn't find 'you' until later. DNA was IDed and you were- dead." The last word he choked out as tears filled his eyes.
"Syd, I died with you that night. I quit the CIA because it was just too hard without you. I'm teaching French at the local high. But before that...I wasn't me Syd. I was dying. I would spend hours with a bottle or alcohol in one hand and a picture of you in the other, just staring at your beautiful face. For awhile, your dad and I worked together on any leads we could find. But we never came up with anything. It hurt so bad. I saw you everywhere. And then I got the call from Devlin. You were back. God, I can't believe it's you." He reached out his hand to trace his fingers over my jaw line, nose, lips, every contour of my face. I reached up to hold his hand, lace his fingers with mine.
"You left out part of the story."
He looked at me with question in his eyes. "What part?"
I gently pulled the ring off of his finger and placed it gently in his hand, folding his fingers over it. "That part. You got married?"
"Yes and no. But it's not what you think."
"Vaughn, you're not making sense. You can't be married and not married at the same time." I didn't know what to think.
"I'm not married, Syd. When you-disappeared I couldn't handle it. I was told to move on, that that's what you would want." I nodded. It was what I would want. "And I tried. But it wasn't you. I wasn't happy like I was with you. So that's when I bought this." He looked down as he fingered the gold band. "I couldn't stand the thought of not being with you. So I started wearing this. Showing I was untouchable so I wouldn't even have to deal with anybody. Too many women were trying to take advantage of my situation." I smiled sympathetically. Vaughn has always let his emotions control him, so that must've been hard. "Anyway, this ring became my last link to you" He then gently placed the ring in my hand. Instinctively, I turned it towards the light and saw the inscription.
"My heart belongs to you, Syd. Love always."
Vaughn
As she read the inscription, tears started streaming down her face. It physically hurt me to see her like this. This wasn't the strong, powerful, gorgeous. Sydney that I knew. She was changed.
"Syd..." I had to say something. We had to catch our flight soon.
"Yeah?"
"We have to go. We have to get back to LA so we can make sure it's really you." Oops. Wrong thing to say. Her head snapped up, anger flashing in her eyes.
"What makes you even doubt the fact that it's me, Vaughn?! Alright, how's this for IDing?!" She got up and walked quickly across the room, sat on my lap and kissed me. Hard. She slowly pulled away when our lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen, but rested her forehead against mine.
"Okay, it's you. All doubts lost out the window." She smiled sweetly, mischief dancing in her eyes. She knew that would get me. "But," I continued, "I don't think you can do that to Devlin without raising a lot of questions."
"You may be right," she whispered softly before straightening up and pushing herself off me. "Where's the plane?"
"Outside. But you may want to change first. It's kind of cold."
"You brought me clothes?"
"Yeah. Here."
Sydney
He pulled a bag out from under his chair that I hadn't noticed when he first walked in and handed it to me. I pulled out a pair of some of my old jeans, a black t-shirt, and Vaughn's Kings sweatshirt.
"I remembered you liked that one," he said, blushing slightly at the memory.
"That was good. But my clothes...you kept them?" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again and I fought to blink them back.
"They never left my drawer."
Vaughn
I couldn't help but notice the scar on her stomach as she slowly slipped into her old clothes. But we'd figure that one out later. Right now we needed to get back to LA.
NO POV
They walked out of the safehouse together, arms slipped protectively around each other's waist.
As they neared the plane, a shot rang out in the night and Vaughn's body hit the ground, accompanied by Sydney blood-curdling scream.
"Hello, Julia."
(A/N: Dun dun dun....Bring on the cliffhangers. You guys will never guess who it is. So review please. It's the little purple/blue button that says submit review. Constructive criticism is always appreciated even if you hated it. I think I have a good plot in mind but feel free to tell me what you think should happen. I just might use that. Thanks so much for reading. Now go review!!)
"T-Two years?" I can't bring myself to ask him about the other thing.
"Two years. When I came back to get you, the house was in flames. I called Devlin and 911 and then went in to try and find you. But you weren't there. I did find Will. He's alive and well in Witness Protection.
"You already know that Francie was actually Allison Doren. She's dead. But we didn't find 'you' until later. DNA was IDed and you were- dead." The last word he choked out as tears filled his eyes.
"Syd, I died with you that night. I quit the CIA because it was just too hard without you. I'm teaching French at the local high. But before that...I wasn't me Syd. I was dying. I would spend hours with a bottle or alcohol in one hand and a picture of you in the other, just staring at your beautiful face. For awhile, your dad and I worked together on any leads we could find. But we never came up with anything. It hurt so bad. I saw you everywhere. And then I got the call from Devlin. You were back. God, I can't believe it's you." He reached out his hand to trace his fingers over my jaw line, nose, lips, every contour of my face. I reached up to hold his hand, lace his fingers with mine.
"You left out part of the story."
He looked at me with question in his eyes. "What part?"
I gently pulled the ring off of his finger and placed it gently in his hand, folding his fingers over it. "That part. You got married?"
"Yes and no. But it's not what you think."
"Vaughn, you're not making sense. You can't be married and not married at the same time." I didn't know what to think.
"I'm not married, Syd. When you-disappeared I couldn't handle it. I was told to move on, that that's what you would want." I nodded. It was what I would want. "And I tried. But it wasn't you. I wasn't happy like I was with you. So that's when I bought this." He looked down as he fingered the gold band. "I couldn't stand the thought of not being with you. So I started wearing this. Showing I was untouchable so I wouldn't even have to deal with anybody. Too many women were trying to take advantage of my situation." I smiled sympathetically. Vaughn has always let his emotions control him, so that must've been hard. "Anyway, this ring became my last link to you" He then gently placed the ring in my hand. Instinctively, I turned it towards the light and saw the inscription.
"My heart belongs to you, Syd. Love always."
Vaughn
As she read the inscription, tears started streaming down her face. It physically hurt me to see her like this. This wasn't the strong, powerful, gorgeous. Sydney that I knew. She was changed.
"Syd..." I had to say something. We had to catch our flight soon.
"Yeah?"
"We have to go. We have to get back to LA so we can make sure it's really you." Oops. Wrong thing to say. Her head snapped up, anger flashing in her eyes.
"What makes you even doubt the fact that it's me, Vaughn?! Alright, how's this for IDing?!" She got up and walked quickly across the room, sat on my lap and kissed me. Hard. She slowly pulled away when our lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen, but rested her forehead against mine.
"Okay, it's you. All doubts lost out the window." She smiled sweetly, mischief dancing in her eyes. She knew that would get me. "But," I continued, "I don't think you can do that to Devlin without raising a lot of questions."
"You may be right," she whispered softly before straightening up and pushing herself off me. "Where's the plane?"
"Outside. But you may want to change first. It's kind of cold."
"You brought me clothes?"
"Yeah. Here."
Sydney
He pulled a bag out from under his chair that I hadn't noticed when he first walked in and handed it to me. I pulled out a pair of some of my old jeans, a black t-shirt, and Vaughn's Kings sweatshirt.
"I remembered you liked that one," he said, blushing slightly at the memory.
"That was good. But my clothes...you kept them?" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again and I fought to blink them back.
"They never left my drawer."
Vaughn
I couldn't help but notice the scar on her stomach as she slowly slipped into her old clothes. But we'd figure that one out later. Right now we needed to get back to LA.
NO POV
They walked out of the safehouse together, arms slipped protectively around each other's waist.
As they neared the plane, a shot rang out in the night and Vaughn's body hit the ground, accompanied by Sydney blood-curdling scream.
"Hello, Julia."
(A/N: Dun dun dun....Bring on the cliffhangers. You guys will never guess who it is. So review please. It's the little purple/blue button that says submit review. Constructive criticism is always appreciated even if you hated it. I think I have a good plot in mind but feel free to tell me what you think should happen. I just might use that. Thanks so much for reading. Now go review!!)