Title: This Tear
Author: SydGillyKC
Author's Notes: Whew! My tennis team won three out of three matches this week, including our rivals, so I'm feeling great! Unfortunately I was at a match until late Friday night, because we had to share the courts with the guys team, so I didn't get a chance to finish this chapter up until Saturday and then I finished it up tonight. But since I left you with a somewhat happy ending, I hope the wait wasn't too horrible. So here's chapter 19!
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"102," the doctor replied, his face nearly lighting up. "It's finally broken. The sheets worked. And if she's sleeping now, I'd say it worked on her pain too." He reached back into his bag and pulled out the stethoscope. He quickly donned it and pressed the end to her chest. "Her lungs sound a little better also. The antibiotics must finally be doing the trick," he said, pressing the stethoscope to her chest a few more times before removing it. "Looks like she's going to pull through after all."
Vaughn dropped his head into his hands, finally letting his tears fall.
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Chapter 19: Recovery
Sydney slept all that day and straight through the night, which Dr. Anderson assured them was completely normal. Weiss convinced Vaughn to get some sleep around ten that night. It took a lot of convincing, but Vaughn reluctantly left Sydney's side to get some much-needed sleep. After all, her fever was down to 101 already, her lungs were sounding better, and she was finally resting comfortably. Vaughn figured he'd better take the opportunity to sleep now, because he never knew when another complication could arise in Sydney's condition. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow and was out the whole night.
The next day, he woke up to see that the clock read 11:30. He did a double0- take. He hadn't slept that late in months. He suddenly sat straight up in bed, realizing that Sydney could have already woken up and would've been by herself. What if something was wrong? Then he remembered the buzzer and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he'd been sleeping pretty deeply, but he was sure the buzzer would've woken up him. He allowed himself to slow down as he got out of bed and pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He left his room and walked down the hall, straight to Sydney's door. Opening it slowly so as not to make it creak, he peeked inside. The sight before him drew him into the room immediately and he barely had the presence of mind to close the door behind him.
Weiss sat in the chair beside the bed, the one Vaughn usually took residence in, and he was smiling. Vaughn barely noticed, though, because all he saw was Sydney. She was propped up by a mound of pillows, sitting almost straight up. She was awake and talking. The oxygen mask was gone, replaced by a tube across her nose. There was a healthy amount of color back in her face and though she still looked tired, she finally looked alive again. She turned to look at him and he saw her eyes no longer held that look of fear he'd seen a few nights before. Today, they simply shone. He knew she was back.
"Syd," he whispered, still in shock. She smiled and he swore the room grew brighter.
"Hi," she said in a strong voice he hadn't heard in weeks. Vaughn walked slowly over to the bed and lowered himself to sit on the edge, facing her. He looked at her a moment, taking everything in and then reached out and drew her into his arms. He held her closer and tighter than he'd ever held anyone in his life. She clung to him in the same fashion, neither even noticing when Weiss slipped quietly out of the room to give them some privacy. Vaughn ran his hands up and down her back and brought one up to rest on her head. He buried his face in her hair, wanting to lose himself in her.
"I was so scared, Syd. So scared," he whispered to her, his voice strangled. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
"Honestly, Vaughn, me too," she whispered back. Vaughn sighed and slowly pulled away, backing up only as much as he needed to fully see her face.
"You feel okay?" He asked softly. She gave him a small smile and nodded.
"I'm still pretty weak, but I feel a lot better," she assured him.
"You sure look it," he said, reaching out and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She laughed.
"I can't imagine how horrible I must've looked before." He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand.
"Never. You never look horrible," he said, his thumb stroking her skin, which now only felt slightly warm to his touch. Her smile faded at his words and she reached out and brought his face closer to hers. He got the message quickly and lowered his lips to kiss her. The kiss started out as soft, tentative. Vaughn's worry for her lack of strength quickly faded, though, when Sydney deepened the kiss. They pulled away a moment later, breathless. Vaughn looked at her and smiled.
"I missed that," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.
"Me too," she agreed. "I guess I was out of it for a while, huh?"
"You could say that."
"Did I miss much?" She asked.
"Dixon's on his first mission for us. Come to think of it, I think we're supposed to hear today whether it's a success or not," he remembered. She nodded before backing away a little and looked at him.
"Thank you, Vaughn," she said softly.
"For what?" He asked.
"I don't remember much from the past few days, but the parts I do remember, you were always there. I know you stayed with me a lot, especially the other night when you brought my fever down with the sheets. I don't think I would be sitting here right now had you not been there with me," she explained, tears creeping into her eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss into her forehead. He backed away, framed her face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss her lips again. Only a few seconds into the kiss, though, he heard her stomach growl loudly. They both broke away, laughing.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"That's okay," he said, still laughing. "You must be starving. You haven't eaten actual food in days."
"I guess I'm a little hungry," she admitted. He nodded and rose from the bed.
"I'll be right back," he told her as he exited the room.
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"Hey, Mike!" Weiss called from the main room.
"What?" Vaughn asked from the kitchen. He walked a few steps closer to the table so neither had to yell.
"I just got word from Jack. Dixon's mission was a success. We got the artifact," Weiss told him.
"Any word on what it is yet?" Vaughn asked.
"A CIA team is analyzing it. No guesses yet, but they'll need some time to run tests," Weiss replied. Vaughn nodded and walked back into the kitchen. He emerged a moment later, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup, some crackers, and a glass of water. He carried it down to Sydney's room and pushed the slightly ajar door fully open with his foot. When Sydney saw him enter with the tray, she sat up against the pillows as much as possible and crossed her legs under her. He walked over and carefully set the tray down on her lap before sitting in the chair next to her bed.
"Thanks," she said, smiling at him.
"No problem. I kept it light because I wasn't sure how much your stomach can handle. If you want something else, though, just let me know," he told her.
"This is fine," she said, reaching down and eating a few spoonfuls of soup.
"So Weiss told me that he heard from your father. Dixon's first mission was a success. They have the artifact and they're working on analyzing it now," Vaughn said after watching her eat for a moment. She nodded enthusiastically.
"Good," she said. "I always knew he'd help if we needed him."
"He seems like a good person. And he sure cares about you," Vaughn said.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"That day he came to talk to you, before he would sign anything, he wanted to know all about your treatments and how you were doing," Vaughn replied.
"He always looked out for me. Kind of like someone else I know," she added. Vaughn smiled as he continued to watch her eat. She managed to finish most of it before announcing that she was finished. Vaughn took the tray from her lap and set it on the floor. He noticed her whole body sag against the pillows.
"You're tired," he stated. She shook her head.
"I'm okay," she insisted.
"No, it's been a long day for you. You should get some rest," he argued. She looked him for a minute before sighing and nodding, giving in.
"Don't let me sleep more than a few hours, okay?" She asked.
"Okay," he agreed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead again. She closed her eyes. "Sleep well," he whispered before backing away. Her eyes still closed, she smiled at him. He watched her for a minute, silently thanking whoever had given her back to him. Eventually, he rose from his seat and left her to sleep.
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As soon as Sydney was strong enough, Dr. Anderson brought her to the hospital for another day of testing. They didn't return until early evening. Weiss was in his room when they got back, but Vaughn was in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. Vaughn walked towards the door when he heard it open and made it there in time to see the doctor pointing Sydney to the couch. She walked over and all but collapsed on top of it. Vaughn gave the doctor a questioning look as he walked up to him.
"We gave her a regular chemo session just to get an early start on starting to fight the cancer cells again. She's not feeling too great," the doctor explained. Vaughn nodded.
"When will you know the results?" Vaughn asked.
"Tomorrow. I'm going to stay at home tonight and go in early to start working. I should have everything by tomorrow afternoon or evening. I'll drop by when I know," the doctor replied. "I've already got all my stuff in the car, so I'm going to head home. But keep an eye on her for a while and give me a call if you need anything."
"I will, doctor. Thanks," Vaughn said, shaking the doctor's hand before he turned and walked out the door. Vaughn turned and walked over to the couch to see Sydney sitting there, bending over and resting her head in her hands. He heard her taking slow, deep breaths over and over.
"Syd?" He asked softly as he walked closer to the couch. "Nausea?" He asked. She nodded into her hands. "Want me to help you to the bathroom?" She shook her head.
"I just need to stay still for a moment," she said, sounding breathless. Vaughn snapped into gear, walking into the kitchen and finding a small pot. He brought it out to the main room and walked over to the couch. He set the pot on her lap before sitting at the end of the couch, his back resting against the arm.
"Come here," he whispered as he reached out to draw her close to him. She scooted over so that she sat in between his legs and laid back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling the pot up to her stomach. "In case you need it," he explained. He brought his hands to rub up and down her arms soothingly. She closed her eyes and sighed. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Do you want to sleep for a while?" He asked.
"I couldn't sleep," she said quietly, still taking deep breaths.
"Do you want anything?" He asked, feeling helpless. She shook her head before suddenly shooting forward and grabbing for the pot. She leaned over it, her whole body shuddering. He leaned forward behind her, reaching up to rub her back. She gagged and started to dry-heave.
"Have you eaten at all?" He asked in the middle of it. She shook her head between heaves. Vaughn sighed. He knew her body had nothing to expel, but that didn't stop its attempts to do so anyway. When her body finally relaxed slightly, her breathing shallow and the trembling only slight, he coaxed her to lie back again.
"You're okay," he whispered into her ear. "You're okay." She groaned and shifted to lay on her side, her head still pillowed on his chest. He continued to rub her back. After a few moments, she seemed to relax a little. "Why don't you try to sleep?" He suggested.
"I'll try," she agreed in a soft voice.
"Can I do anything to help?" She was silent for a moment.
"Tell me a story," she replied finally.
"A story? About what?" He asked. Another moment of silence.
"Your childhood. Tell me about your childhood," she requested.
"Okay, let's see," he said as he thought about what to tell her. "Well, I was born in this little village," he started. He went on to tell her about his home and his family, speaking long after her breathing had evened out and she'd fallen into a peaceful sleep.
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"Wait, you mean your favorite color *isn't* blue? You've got to be kidding," Sydney said to Vaughn. She sat comfortably on her bed, Vaughn sitting across from her.
"No, my favorite color would probably be green," Vaughn told her.
"But you always wear blue," Sydney pointed out.
"Do I?" He asked. She nodded. "Well, it's not intentional." She laughed at him. Suddenly, the door opened and Weiss poked his head in.
"Hey guys," he said. "Dr. Anderson just called to say he's on his way over with the results. He said there's something important he has to discuss with us. Just thought you'd want to know," he told them before stepping out and closing the door. Sydney and Vaughn both turned to look at each other, their expressions nervous.
"Something important," Sydney pondered. "Does that sound good or bad?"
"It could go either way. I guess we'll have to wait and see," Vaughn reasoned. She nodded and looked down. "Hey," he said, bringing his hand under her chin to draw her face up so that he could look into her eyes. "I'm sure everything's okay."
"Vaughn," she said, sighing. "I've been without treatment, and we don't even know if that clinical trial worked. We have to at least be prepared for bad news," she insisted. This time it was him who avoided her eyes by looking down.
"I can't, Syd. I can never prepare myself for the bad news. It's always just as horrible no matter how much I tell myself I should've expected it," Vaughn told her. She leaned closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
"Whatever it is, I'm here," he reminded her.
"I know," she said softly into his ear. Suddenly, they both heard the front door open and close. Vaughn felt Sydney's body tense. He held her tighter for a moment before backing away and looking at her. They communicated with their eyes, telling each other what they couldn't say in words. Soon, he got up off the bed and offered her a hand.
"Let's go."
To be continued.
A/N: Hope you liked it! I juuuust finished it up after "Alias" (oh my god that last scene was soooo cute! And the finale looks amazing!). I have four tennis matches this week and practice on the one day I don't have a match, but hopefully I won't have much homework and will be able to work on chapter 20 as much as possible. It'll be a pretty important chapter I think. So please please please go review and give me something to fuel me through my week! Thanks!
Author: SydGillyKC
Author's Notes: Whew! My tennis team won three out of three matches this week, including our rivals, so I'm feeling great! Unfortunately I was at a match until late Friday night, because we had to share the courts with the guys team, so I didn't get a chance to finish this chapter up until Saturday and then I finished it up tonight. But since I left you with a somewhat happy ending, I hope the wait wasn't too horrible. So here's chapter 19!
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"102," the doctor replied, his face nearly lighting up. "It's finally broken. The sheets worked. And if she's sleeping now, I'd say it worked on her pain too." He reached back into his bag and pulled out the stethoscope. He quickly donned it and pressed the end to her chest. "Her lungs sound a little better also. The antibiotics must finally be doing the trick," he said, pressing the stethoscope to her chest a few more times before removing it. "Looks like she's going to pull through after all."
Vaughn dropped his head into his hands, finally letting his tears fall.
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Chapter 19: Recovery
Sydney slept all that day and straight through the night, which Dr. Anderson assured them was completely normal. Weiss convinced Vaughn to get some sleep around ten that night. It took a lot of convincing, but Vaughn reluctantly left Sydney's side to get some much-needed sleep. After all, her fever was down to 101 already, her lungs were sounding better, and she was finally resting comfortably. Vaughn figured he'd better take the opportunity to sleep now, because he never knew when another complication could arise in Sydney's condition. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow and was out the whole night.
The next day, he woke up to see that the clock read 11:30. He did a double0- take. He hadn't slept that late in months. He suddenly sat straight up in bed, realizing that Sydney could have already woken up and would've been by herself. What if something was wrong? Then he remembered the buzzer and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he'd been sleeping pretty deeply, but he was sure the buzzer would've woken up him. He allowed himself to slow down as he got out of bed and pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He left his room and walked down the hall, straight to Sydney's door. Opening it slowly so as not to make it creak, he peeked inside. The sight before him drew him into the room immediately and he barely had the presence of mind to close the door behind him.
Weiss sat in the chair beside the bed, the one Vaughn usually took residence in, and he was smiling. Vaughn barely noticed, though, because all he saw was Sydney. She was propped up by a mound of pillows, sitting almost straight up. She was awake and talking. The oxygen mask was gone, replaced by a tube across her nose. There was a healthy amount of color back in her face and though she still looked tired, she finally looked alive again. She turned to look at him and he saw her eyes no longer held that look of fear he'd seen a few nights before. Today, they simply shone. He knew she was back.
"Syd," he whispered, still in shock. She smiled and he swore the room grew brighter.
"Hi," she said in a strong voice he hadn't heard in weeks. Vaughn walked slowly over to the bed and lowered himself to sit on the edge, facing her. He looked at her a moment, taking everything in and then reached out and drew her into his arms. He held her closer and tighter than he'd ever held anyone in his life. She clung to him in the same fashion, neither even noticing when Weiss slipped quietly out of the room to give them some privacy. Vaughn ran his hands up and down her back and brought one up to rest on her head. He buried his face in her hair, wanting to lose himself in her.
"I was so scared, Syd. So scared," he whispered to her, his voice strangled. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
"Honestly, Vaughn, me too," she whispered back. Vaughn sighed and slowly pulled away, backing up only as much as he needed to fully see her face.
"You feel okay?" He asked softly. She gave him a small smile and nodded.
"I'm still pretty weak, but I feel a lot better," she assured him.
"You sure look it," he said, reaching out and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She laughed.
"I can't imagine how horrible I must've looked before." He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand.
"Never. You never look horrible," he said, his thumb stroking her skin, which now only felt slightly warm to his touch. Her smile faded at his words and she reached out and brought his face closer to hers. He got the message quickly and lowered his lips to kiss her. The kiss started out as soft, tentative. Vaughn's worry for her lack of strength quickly faded, though, when Sydney deepened the kiss. They pulled away a moment later, breathless. Vaughn looked at her and smiled.
"I missed that," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.
"Me too," she agreed. "I guess I was out of it for a while, huh?"
"You could say that."
"Did I miss much?" She asked.
"Dixon's on his first mission for us. Come to think of it, I think we're supposed to hear today whether it's a success or not," he remembered. She nodded before backing away a little and looked at him.
"Thank you, Vaughn," she said softly.
"For what?" He asked.
"I don't remember much from the past few days, but the parts I do remember, you were always there. I know you stayed with me a lot, especially the other night when you brought my fever down with the sheets. I don't think I would be sitting here right now had you not been there with me," she explained, tears creeping into her eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss into her forehead. He backed away, framed her face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss her lips again. Only a few seconds into the kiss, though, he heard her stomach growl loudly. They both broke away, laughing.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"That's okay," he said, still laughing. "You must be starving. You haven't eaten actual food in days."
"I guess I'm a little hungry," she admitted. He nodded and rose from the bed.
"I'll be right back," he told her as he exited the room.
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"Hey, Mike!" Weiss called from the main room.
"What?" Vaughn asked from the kitchen. He walked a few steps closer to the table so neither had to yell.
"I just got word from Jack. Dixon's mission was a success. We got the artifact," Weiss told him.
"Any word on what it is yet?" Vaughn asked.
"A CIA team is analyzing it. No guesses yet, but they'll need some time to run tests," Weiss replied. Vaughn nodded and walked back into the kitchen. He emerged a moment later, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup, some crackers, and a glass of water. He carried it down to Sydney's room and pushed the slightly ajar door fully open with his foot. When Sydney saw him enter with the tray, she sat up against the pillows as much as possible and crossed her legs under her. He walked over and carefully set the tray down on her lap before sitting in the chair next to her bed.
"Thanks," she said, smiling at him.
"No problem. I kept it light because I wasn't sure how much your stomach can handle. If you want something else, though, just let me know," he told her.
"This is fine," she said, reaching down and eating a few spoonfuls of soup.
"So Weiss told me that he heard from your father. Dixon's first mission was a success. They have the artifact and they're working on analyzing it now," Vaughn said after watching her eat for a moment. She nodded enthusiastically.
"Good," she said. "I always knew he'd help if we needed him."
"He seems like a good person. And he sure cares about you," Vaughn said.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"That day he came to talk to you, before he would sign anything, he wanted to know all about your treatments and how you were doing," Vaughn replied.
"He always looked out for me. Kind of like someone else I know," she added. Vaughn smiled as he continued to watch her eat. She managed to finish most of it before announcing that she was finished. Vaughn took the tray from her lap and set it on the floor. He noticed her whole body sag against the pillows.
"You're tired," he stated. She shook her head.
"I'm okay," she insisted.
"No, it's been a long day for you. You should get some rest," he argued. She looked him for a minute before sighing and nodding, giving in.
"Don't let me sleep more than a few hours, okay?" She asked.
"Okay," he agreed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead again. She closed her eyes. "Sleep well," he whispered before backing away. Her eyes still closed, she smiled at him. He watched her for a minute, silently thanking whoever had given her back to him. Eventually, he rose from his seat and left her to sleep.
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As soon as Sydney was strong enough, Dr. Anderson brought her to the hospital for another day of testing. They didn't return until early evening. Weiss was in his room when they got back, but Vaughn was in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. Vaughn walked towards the door when he heard it open and made it there in time to see the doctor pointing Sydney to the couch. She walked over and all but collapsed on top of it. Vaughn gave the doctor a questioning look as he walked up to him.
"We gave her a regular chemo session just to get an early start on starting to fight the cancer cells again. She's not feeling too great," the doctor explained. Vaughn nodded.
"When will you know the results?" Vaughn asked.
"Tomorrow. I'm going to stay at home tonight and go in early to start working. I should have everything by tomorrow afternoon or evening. I'll drop by when I know," the doctor replied. "I've already got all my stuff in the car, so I'm going to head home. But keep an eye on her for a while and give me a call if you need anything."
"I will, doctor. Thanks," Vaughn said, shaking the doctor's hand before he turned and walked out the door. Vaughn turned and walked over to the couch to see Sydney sitting there, bending over and resting her head in her hands. He heard her taking slow, deep breaths over and over.
"Syd?" He asked softly as he walked closer to the couch. "Nausea?" He asked. She nodded into her hands. "Want me to help you to the bathroom?" She shook her head.
"I just need to stay still for a moment," she said, sounding breathless. Vaughn snapped into gear, walking into the kitchen and finding a small pot. He brought it out to the main room and walked over to the couch. He set the pot on her lap before sitting at the end of the couch, his back resting against the arm.
"Come here," he whispered as he reached out to draw her close to him. She scooted over so that she sat in between his legs and laid back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling the pot up to her stomach. "In case you need it," he explained. He brought his hands to rub up and down her arms soothingly. She closed her eyes and sighed. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Do you want to sleep for a while?" He asked.
"I couldn't sleep," she said quietly, still taking deep breaths.
"Do you want anything?" He asked, feeling helpless. She shook her head before suddenly shooting forward and grabbing for the pot. She leaned over it, her whole body shuddering. He leaned forward behind her, reaching up to rub her back. She gagged and started to dry-heave.
"Have you eaten at all?" He asked in the middle of it. She shook her head between heaves. Vaughn sighed. He knew her body had nothing to expel, but that didn't stop its attempts to do so anyway. When her body finally relaxed slightly, her breathing shallow and the trembling only slight, he coaxed her to lie back again.
"You're okay," he whispered into her ear. "You're okay." She groaned and shifted to lay on her side, her head still pillowed on his chest. He continued to rub her back. After a few moments, she seemed to relax a little. "Why don't you try to sleep?" He suggested.
"I'll try," she agreed in a soft voice.
"Can I do anything to help?" She was silent for a moment.
"Tell me a story," she replied finally.
"A story? About what?" He asked. Another moment of silence.
"Your childhood. Tell me about your childhood," she requested.
"Okay, let's see," he said as he thought about what to tell her. "Well, I was born in this little village," he started. He went on to tell her about his home and his family, speaking long after her breathing had evened out and she'd fallen into a peaceful sleep.
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"Wait, you mean your favorite color *isn't* blue? You've got to be kidding," Sydney said to Vaughn. She sat comfortably on her bed, Vaughn sitting across from her.
"No, my favorite color would probably be green," Vaughn told her.
"But you always wear blue," Sydney pointed out.
"Do I?" He asked. She nodded. "Well, it's not intentional." She laughed at him. Suddenly, the door opened and Weiss poked his head in.
"Hey guys," he said. "Dr. Anderson just called to say he's on his way over with the results. He said there's something important he has to discuss with us. Just thought you'd want to know," he told them before stepping out and closing the door. Sydney and Vaughn both turned to look at each other, their expressions nervous.
"Something important," Sydney pondered. "Does that sound good or bad?"
"It could go either way. I guess we'll have to wait and see," Vaughn reasoned. She nodded and looked down. "Hey," he said, bringing his hand under her chin to draw her face up so that he could look into her eyes. "I'm sure everything's okay."
"Vaughn," she said, sighing. "I've been without treatment, and we don't even know if that clinical trial worked. We have to at least be prepared for bad news," she insisted. This time it was him who avoided her eyes by looking down.
"I can't, Syd. I can never prepare myself for the bad news. It's always just as horrible no matter how much I tell myself I should've expected it," Vaughn told her. She leaned closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
"Whatever it is, I'm here," he reminded her.
"I know," she said softly into his ear. Suddenly, they both heard the front door open and close. Vaughn felt Sydney's body tense. He held her tighter for a moment before backing away and looking at her. They communicated with their eyes, telling each other what they couldn't say in words. Soon, he got up off the bed and offered her a hand.
"Let's go."
To be continued.
A/N: Hope you liked it! I juuuust finished it up after "Alias" (oh my god that last scene was soooo cute! And the finale looks amazing!). I have four tennis matches this week and practice on the one day I don't have a match, but hopefully I won't have much homework and will be able to work on chapter 20 as much as possible. It'll be a pretty important chapter I think. So please please please go review and give me something to fuel me through my week! Thanks!