A/N: I swear I wrote this fic at around two in the morning. (*,*) After I saw the trailer for "Blowback," I was inspired and the little light bulb over my head wouldn't turn off. Forgive me for any mistakes you might find or how dumb the title is, (I HATE the title) because one, I wrote this again at two in the morning, two, I have no beta. (Speaking of which, if you're interested, note that in the review that you will hopefully give) Before you read, I want to add a little warning: this fic isn't what you might think it is, but jump to conclusions; it's fun!
Archive: FF.net and eventually COVERme, Allies and maybe even SD-1 and AllAlias. I can almost promise I won't mind if you ask.
Timeline: End of "Blowback?" Middle? I don't know, I haven't seen the episode. :P
Spoilers: A single line made by a Mr. Julian Sark from 3.14 - "Blowback."
Disclaimer: I would be working on a better computer if I owned Alias. Come to think of it, I don't really think I would be writing a fanfic if I owned it, so no, but thanks for assuming. :)
+Frozen Instant+
I remember back when we were dating, Sydney and I would spend hours upon hours doing absolutely nothing. We used to lie in state with her in my arms talking or just vasting in silence. Neither of us ever had a problem with it. She reminds me of this when she shifts a little in my arms making me wish for who ever was listening to let me make this moment stand still in time. A moment without pain and hurt; only enough love to freeze an instant in time.
Sydney in my arms.
It's where she belongs and where I always wanted her to stay.
We were oblivious to everything outside the little world we had created and only now do I notice Jack Bristow yelling in my ear. I almost blush thinking of what he could have heard. The thousand "I love yous" I've told her and the all the ones she's returned. I help Syd take the comm. out of her ear before I reach around with my free hand to take mine out. No doubt, there would be agents storming in here any second now looking for us since we had been gone so long, but I could care less. I loved Sydney Bristow and I'm certain now that she knows it.
I hear another sound in my ear but this time its the echo of metal on concrete. My mind wandered back to earlier today when that bastard Sark had put a gun at Sydney's head.
Is it bad that that image hurt me more than seeing Lauren's life endangered back in that little fiasco in Mexico?
Suddenly, we were in the digital storage facility and the only thing that ensured Sydney's safety was my sound judgment.
"If you love her, you will drop that gun!"
It took Sark, one of my most hated enemies and Lauren herself to make me realize that for once, Weiss was right; you can't love two women at the same time. I don't think I ever did either because I know now that I loved only her and that being as bullheaded as I was, I never realized it, not until now
Syd takes me out of my thoughts for a moment as she bats her eyelashes against my arm, one of the only thing she seems to have energy for. I look down at her and chuckle softly knowing that she did that on purpose. She knew how weird I thought it felt and it was always an inside thing between us. I pull a stray hair out of her face as I bend down to kiss her forehead.
I honestly convinced that I can't meet someone I find more beautiful than Sydney. If she looked like some of my first girlfriends, I wouldn't care because the most beautiful thing about her is her spirit and compassion.
She opens her eyes slightly when my lips leave her forehead. She has a serious expression on her face that is so full of love. "I love you, Vaughn" she says again in a soft voice. Even though I know this now, it never ceases to take my breath away.
"I love you too." I manage to say. I bend down and place another soft kiss on her lips, letting my cheek idle against hers. "Forever and a day."
"Forever and a day.." she mummers. My eyes squeeze tight again and this time, a tear drops out without my knowing.
Syd called me her guardian angel once but I can't watch over her anymore. I'll only have her for a few minutes more because all my consciousness has been trying to deny the fact that Sydney Bristow is dying.
Sydney Bristow is dying. My Sydney.
The same Sydney who had gotten out of more near-death experiences than I could count was dying. The same one that had stopped evil so many times was slowly losing the battle against it herself.
My Sydney is going to be an angel and she had promised she'd watch over me for once; at least until the day comes when I can be with her again.
A/N: Is it snobby of me to want to cry because of my own fic? Well this fic is short, (921 words) and a little more different from any I've ever read so please dear reader, review and tell me what you thought. Also checking out my other fics would be another great idea. :D
