Author's Note....Wow, I got some of you really riled up about the "Behind
Blue Eyes." In all honesty, I didn't know that The Who sang it and the
only reason that I used the song was that I heard it on the radio and
thought it would be perfect for Lauren. Why does Lauren have to have a
conscious? Because, well you'll see in the coming chapters! So, if
there's anything you like, don't like, etc lemme know!!
Vaughn was struggling with himself, there was no doubt about that. His body was failing still and the pain was still there. He grappled with his body as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He had to move slowly and carefully for two reasons. One, he had a lengthy incision running down his side and two, Sydney was sleeping next to him. His hands, gray from sickness, reached up and grabbed the IV hanging on an aged silver stand nearby. A quick gasp of air shot out as he realized the pain that was shooting through his system. He held on tightly to the stand and almost fell over in severe pain. It was intense but he had to get out of that room. He needed to see what was going on with that night.
It was Saturday night already and he had spent his days in a drug induced coma with more antibiotics and chemicals pulsing through his veins. Kilmer and Madison came in from time to time to talk with him and monitor his condition. Sydney was kept in the same state but they were never awake and coherent at the same time. His green eyes scanned the dark space and he tried to rationalize his way to the door. Every step was a step closer to his freedom. He had been confined to this dark prison by his injuries and he was more than ready to leave.
"Michael, what are you doing out of bed?" Madison came fluttering in like a worried mother hen. She had on a pair of comfortable jeans with a t- shirt. Her long black hair was pulled away from her face with a scarf that doubled as a headband. She ran over to him and tucked her arms beneath his extended one and secured his body with hers. "We still have hours before you need to be even awake."
"I need to get out of bed." He admitted beneath his breath as he pushed towards another step. How was he ever going to make it on a mission that night if he couldn't make it to the door.
Madison seemed to comply with this answer. She slowly helped him out of the dark bedroom and into the warmth of the living room, "The couch sound alright to you? Kilmer's out there-he can keep you company."
"Sounds wonderful." He replied, feeling some of his metal strength return. His body started to relax as soon as he hit the fabric. He recline back and sighed.
Madison released her grip on him and watched him sink down into the fabric. She knelt near his face and placed her hand on his skin to check for a temperature, "Cool as a cucumber." She smiled softly for the first time in a while.
"How are you feeling, Vaughn?" Kilmer asked, looking up from his book that he was reading.
"Not so bad." Vaughn lied . He tried to move again but found his body going stiff. All that time sleeping in the fetal position caused tension throughout his body. His neck craned around to visually search the apartment. "Where's Lauren?"
Madison started to grow uncomfortable and started to pace in the living room. She looked to Kilmer and felt panicked, "Do you want to tell him or shall I?" She started to grow impatient and by the looks of it, a migraine started to grow in her skull.
Kilmer replied, "I don't know if he should know."
"It's really important for him to know! Should I tell him or will you?"
Kilmer grew silent again and motioned for her to tell Vaughn the news-
"Will the two of you stop talking like I'm not in the room?" choked Vaughn rather loudly in his raspy voice.
Madison looked down at him and shook her head before sitting down, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this Vaughn, but Lauren escaped with that man, Jonathan Ross. He's an assassin for the Covenant."
He was so confused by this, "What? No, she's having an affair with him. He's not Covenant. He's NSC. He can't be." He struggled to sit up but Madison forced him back down as she settled back down onto the couch. She left her hand on his shoulder and pressed him there for a moment.
"Vaughn, listen me; I know it's hard to believe but it is true. Jonathan Ross was sent to eliminate both you and Sydney. After the club incident," she started to chose her words carefully, "we sent a call into the LA office and they said that Lauren was out of reach. Next thing we know, she's at our doorstep with an unknown agent on her arm. Through conversation, we found out that he was Ross and I guess they realized that they had been made, so they fled. Tonight, we're all going to the Hotel Mishca, impersonating those who wish to join the Covenant. Lauren and Jonathan should be there and we can apprehend them."
Vaughn shut his eyes and tried to comprehend all it. "She's cheating on me with someone from the Covenant?" He managed to murmur at last.
"I'm so sorry, Vaughn."
"Call me Michael, please." He begged for a moment, feeling his body at his absolute lowest. He had known something was up for a while. There were too man coincidences that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. There was always something wrong but part of him was blinded by love and maybe by the truth. He never wanted to admit that his wife, the woman that he supposedly loved, was using him and cheating on him. Well, in all honesty, he knew about the latter but maybe, he didn't want to admit it. But now, he was forced to come face to face with it. He moaned softly and opened his eyes, "We'll take them into custody and prosecute them for treason. Let's go."
*****
Madison later slipped back into the bedroom to wake Sydney. She roused her from her deep sleep and helped her get to her feet. She had helped her get to over to the vanity and ready for the night.
Madison carefully twisted the remaining section of Sydney's hair and secured it with neighboring hair elastic. Almost silently, she found a hair net resting on her thigh and covered Sydney's hair. The beautiful chestnut brown color was replaced with a very short auburn colored curly wig. It was a honey auburn that made her look more like an elegant movie star than 'Little Orphan Annie.'
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Madison asked as she started to comb out the long, sandy brown wig.
Sydney looked up from her make-up mirror, held precociously in her hand. She held the lipstick tube in between her fingers. "I'll be fine."
"You can be honest with me, Sydney. If you're not going to-"
She turned around and faced the other agent with sympathetic eyes. She was tired and it showed it in her face. "I understand you're trying to be helpful, Madison, but really-I'm going to be okay." She returned to making up her face and transforming into Shay Roscoe, doting wife of Carter Gates, a multi-millionaire and new arms supplier. They were hoping to score a deal with the local cell of the Covenant. It was a simple plan but it would not stay that way long. They were to meet the two officials, Lauren and Jonathan in a hotel lobby bar. If they didn't show within an hour, they could go up to their hotel room and wait for Lauren and Jonathan to meet there. But obviously, they would expect that Shay and Carter would be staying there, so...
Madison smiled and nodded her head softly, "And just think you'll be able to sleep in a real bed, with coffee and heat, for a night." She walked slowly over to a garment bag and pulled out a long black dress. She took a syringe and vile of epinephrine. "Do you want to do the injection or-"
"I can do it. It's okay." Sydney took the vile and syringe in her hand and watched Madison take a step backward.
"I'll leave you to get dressed."
"Thank you." She said softly, watching the other female agent leave the bedroom. The old door closed firmly and Sydney found herself being overwhelmed. She wanted to through herself down at that bed that she barely could remember in sleeping in for the past nights. It was Saturday and apparently, she had been lying in that bed, next to Vaughn, very close to a comatose state. She had been fed medication on top of medication to heel her broken body. There were numerous things still wrong with her but that didn't seem to matter anymore. She was going to be injected with the same solution she had been injected with before that state track meet when she had the flu. It didn't matter. She had become numb to the pain.
She barely remembered anything from the last few days. But a slow smile passed over her lips as she tried to remember. She hadn't had those horrible dreams that had haunted her since her return. Her mind seemed fuzzy as she tried to remember if she had any dreams. Wait....there was one. There was one dream that felt so real that she was almost convinced that it was. Kilmer had swooped her into his arms and kissed her like he did ten years ago. She felt his soft lips beneath hers and felt the baby soft skin beneath her fingertips. But that had been a dream...she thought. There was no way that Kilmer, a man engaged with a baby, would kiss her. He was in love with another woman.
Then again, Vaughn was supposedly in love with another woman and he kissed her in North Korea.
She sighed and forced her body to an upright position. The black dress was starring her in the face and she grabbed it. The material was soft and slinky, a cotton, polyester, spandex blend. It was a halter-top dress with a low, low back. The dress was floor length and she was sure she would look like the perfect date to 'Carter Gates.' She groaned slightly and shed her sweats miserably. The black dress fell onto her form and suddenly, Sydney Bristow was gone. Only Shay remained.
She turned back to the bed and saw there was a long rhinestone chain that was supposed to be clasped down her spine. Sighing heavily, she took it in her hands and debated on whether or not she could put this on successfully.
She must have been standing there for a while because the door opened again. "Hey Madison, would you mind hooking this on? I can't do it." She held the chain over her shoulder and felt tentative hands take it away. She recognized the hands almost instantly and knew it wasn't Madison. She heard the top clasp click and the bottom, near her waist. A fingertip ran along her spine, giving her chills almost instantly.
Kilmer knew he shouldn't have been standing there, touching her but he couldn't pull himself away. He traced her back up to her shoulder blade and pulled away just as she turned to face him. He was a little taller than she was which was a novelty at her height. His steel blue gray eyes met hers and he brushed a piece of the wig out of her face. He touched her jaw line and met her eyes.
"Kilmer?" She questioned, not mirroring the look of content in his eyes.
"We almost lost you, Sydney. Those bastards beat-"
"Kilmer, I'm fine. You don't have to worry." She started to scream at her feet to move but found herself unable to. Instead, she started to drift back to her dream or what she thought was a dream. "Do you ever think about us, what happened with us, all those years ago?"
"I missed you, Syd."
Something compelled her to tell him what she was thinking, "I had this dream when I was-was-"she motioned to the bed with her hands, "that we were back to six years ago, right before you-um-left....and...." She completely forgot where she was going with this but she felt a familiar tingly sensation warming through her lips.
He stepped closer and his hand found a way to her waist, "What if I told you it wasn't a dream?"
Her eyes searched for truth within his and found it there, "You really did ki-"
"Sydney, never did I ever dream that I would be able to see you again."
"What about Madison?" Her voice could barely whisper. She had grown hoarse and kept waiting for her legs to give out beneath her.
He stepped forward, bringing her body against his. He ducked his head slightly, glancing back and forth between her eyes and her lips. Wordlessly, he ducked down and felt his lips come into smooth contact with hers. It was a slow and sensual kiss that she refused to let grow passionate. Her body was frozen against his and she found herself humming against the soft touch of his mouth. Her fingers became laced in his hair and she leaned back slightly, becoming increasingly dizzy. "It wasn't a dream." He whispered as he parted from the kiss, resting his forehead on top of hers.
She looked at him and wasn't sure whether she looked panicked or happy. Well, that was basically true. She had that "dear in the headlights" look to her face and her mouth was continually gapping open. "Wha?" She tried to talk but found her mouth dry and her brain was spinning. She hadn't felt-consciously felt his lips against hers. She took a step back and stared up at him. "You're in love with Madison, Kilmer. What are you doing?" She put her hands on her forehead and turned her back to him. "What am I doing? I have to leave soon." She was flustered and shaking slightly. She searched around for the different items she needed for that night. "I need you to leave." She said her back still to him. She didn't want to see his face and she needed to do-a lot.
"Sydney, you don't-"
"Kilmer, I want to leave and let me have time to myself." She reached for the black garter that was basically transformed to keep a weapon in place. She was nervous about meeting these people with their supposed high ties with Covenant. Lauren and Jonathan were going to give them information about the Covenant. They might be able to figure out who they were targeting, why, who the head of it was, and anything else they could find out. There was no tech to this. This was pure and simple. Two couples were going to meet for drinks. "You need to leave." She turned towards him again.
"Sydney, what are you doing? I love you." He held up his hands in defense.
"Kilmer, we both know you can either get out or I can make you get out." She hissed coldly, taking a step towards him. Her hands were dropped at her side and she knew that in a moment, she could take him out at the knees.
He went into shock and was incredible annoyed that she didn't return his feelings, "Sydney, didn't you hear me? I said that I love you. I never stopped loving you. Even when I left and then when you disappeared, I still loved you."
"And maybe you didn't hear me. I told you; shut the door behind you." She order gruffly and watched him do so.
Okay, she was officially confused. What had just happened? She moved towards the chair that she had been sitting on and collapsed down on it. Her head flopped forward and she cradled it in her hands. She didn't know which was up and her heart was palpitating so hard in her chest, she kept waiting for it to explode from her chest. She felt her face grow red and her breathing was becoming erratic.
No, she had to force herself to focus. She got to her feet and started to look around for a pair of stilettos she had carelessly thrown around her. Before she knew it, she was on her knees with the shoes in hand. They slid easily on over the flesh-tone colored fishnet stockings. It was game time. She pushed her body towards the door and opened it, taking in a slow breath.
Vaughn was standing near the couch, pacing. He was nervous but as soon as he caught sight of Sydney, he stopped. "Hey." He shot her a lopsided grin.
"Hey." She returned the small favor. Her hands guided her towards the center of the living room. Her body was becoming weaker and she needed to sit or else she would collapse from sheer exhaustion. She masked it well, keeping a small smile on her face and crossed her legs. "Are we almost ready?"
Vaughn was supporting his body against the back of the couch. His arms were forced straight and his body weight was supported there. He refused to let Sydney see him weak. Call it a male macho thing or call it bravery. "As soon as you are." Taking a silent breath, he started to walk towards the door. He was dressed perfectly in a black on black suit. He always looked amazing in black. He walked over to the chair that Sydney had sat in and offered her a hand up. She accepted it gratefully. "You okay?"
"Nothing more than a little scrape. What about you?"
He shrugged, "Nothing more than a little scrape." He pulled her closer and tucked his hand on the small of her bare back. "Sydney." His voice was suddenly hoarse and his body was suddenly shakier. Her eyes, hidden beneath a violet color, shot him a questioning look. "Don't lie to me. Are you really going to be okay?"
She fought her urge to glance at Kilmer to see what he was doing. She could feel his eyes starring at her and she felt like she could just melt away from it with Vaughn's arm around her. She rested her forearm on his shoulder. "I told you-I'll be fine."
"I see you two are getting ready to leave?" Madison walked back into the apartment from the stairwell. She had been checking to make sure that the limo was waiting for them outside.
Vaught took the initiative and spoke for both of them, "We'll meet you there? We have two separate meeting times, right? You are down in the bar and we're-"
"You're up in the hotel room. You're all set. Just be safe." Madison nodded, holding the door open.
Vaughn nodded weakly and Sydney smiled, not wanting to look at Kilmer. "We always are. We'll meet you there."
Okay...so what do you think? What do you think of Kilmer kissing Sydney?!? I don't know if anyone saw that coming or caught that in the previous chapters but hey....I was kinda hoping of getting a bigger reaction from people about it. Keep your eye on him....he's not what he appears! Love it? Hate it? Should I keep going?
Vaughn was struggling with himself, there was no doubt about that. His body was failing still and the pain was still there. He grappled with his body as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He had to move slowly and carefully for two reasons. One, he had a lengthy incision running down his side and two, Sydney was sleeping next to him. His hands, gray from sickness, reached up and grabbed the IV hanging on an aged silver stand nearby. A quick gasp of air shot out as he realized the pain that was shooting through his system. He held on tightly to the stand and almost fell over in severe pain. It was intense but he had to get out of that room. He needed to see what was going on with that night.
It was Saturday night already and he had spent his days in a drug induced coma with more antibiotics and chemicals pulsing through his veins. Kilmer and Madison came in from time to time to talk with him and monitor his condition. Sydney was kept in the same state but they were never awake and coherent at the same time. His green eyes scanned the dark space and he tried to rationalize his way to the door. Every step was a step closer to his freedom. He had been confined to this dark prison by his injuries and he was more than ready to leave.
"Michael, what are you doing out of bed?" Madison came fluttering in like a worried mother hen. She had on a pair of comfortable jeans with a t- shirt. Her long black hair was pulled away from her face with a scarf that doubled as a headband. She ran over to him and tucked her arms beneath his extended one and secured his body with hers. "We still have hours before you need to be even awake."
"I need to get out of bed." He admitted beneath his breath as he pushed towards another step. How was he ever going to make it on a mission that night if he couldn't make it to the door.
Madison seemed to comply with this answer. She slowly helped him out of the dark bedroom and into the warmth of the living room, "The couch sound alright to you? Kilmer's out there-he can keep you company."
"Sounds wonderful." He replied, feeling some of his metal strength return. His body started to relax as soon as he hit the fabric. He recline back and sighed.
Madison released her grip on him and watched him sink down into the fabric. She knelt near his face and placed her hand on his skin to check for a temperature, "Cool as a cucumber." She smiled softly for the first time in a while.
"How are you feeling, Vaughn?" Kilmer asked, looking up from his book that he was reading.
"Not so bad." Vaughn lied . He tried to move again but found his body going stiff. All that time sleeping in the fetal position caused tension throughout his body. His neck craned around to visually search the apartment. "Where's Lauren?"
Madison started to grow uncomfortable and started to pace in the living room. She looked to Kilmer and felt panicked, "Do you want to tell him or shall I?" She started to grow impatient and by the looks of it, a migraine started to grow in her skull.
Kilmer replied, "I don't know if he should know."
"It's really important for him to know! Should I tell him or will you?"
Kilmer grew silent again and motioned for her to tell Vaughn the news-
"Will the two of you stop talking like I'm not in the room?" choked Vaughn rather loudly in his raspy voice.
Madison looked down at him and shook her head before sitting down, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this Vaughn, but Lauren escaped with that man, Jonathan Ross. He's an assassin for the Covenant."
He was so confused by this, "What? No, she's having an affair with him. He's not Covenant. He's NSC. He can't be." He struggled to sit up but Madison forced him back down as she settled back down onto the couch. She left her hand on his shoulder and pressed him there for a moment.
"Vaughn, listen me; I know it's hard to believe but it is true. Jonathan Ross was sent to eliminate both you and Sydney. After the club incident," she started to chose her words carefully, "we sent a call into the LA office and they said that Lauren was out of reach. Next thing we know, she's at our doorstep with an unknown agent on her arm. Through conversation, we found out that he was Ross and I guess they realized that they had been made, so they fled. Tonight, we're all going to the Hotel Mishca, impersonating those who wish to join the Covenant. Lauren and Jonathan should be there and we can apprehend them."
Vaughn shut his eyes and tried to comprehend all it. "She's cheating on me with someone from the Covenant?" He managed to murmur at last.
"I'm so sorry, Vaughn."
"Call me Michael, please." He begged for a moment, feeling his body at his absolute lowest. He had known something was up for a while. There were too man coincidences that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. There was always something wrong but part of him was blinded by love and maybe by the truth. He never wanted to admit that his wife, the woman that he supposedly loved, was using him and cheating on him. Well, in all honesty, he knew about the latter but maybe, he didn't want to admit it. But now, he was forced to come face to face with it. He moaned softly and opened his eyes, "We'll take them into custody and prosecute them for treason. Let's go."
*****
Madison later slipped back into the bedroom to wake Sydney. She roused her from her deep sleep and helped her get to her feet. She had helped her get to over to the vanity and ready for the night.
Madison carefully twisted the remaining section of Sydney's hair and secured it with neighboring hair elastic. Almost silently, she found a hair net resting on her thigh and covered Sydney's hair. The beautiful chestnut brown color was replaced with a very short auburn colored curly wig. It was a honey auburn that made her look more like an elegant movie star than 'Little Orphan Annie.'
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Madison asked as she started to comb out the long, sandy brown wig.
Sydney looked up from her make-up mirror, held precociously in her hand. She held the lipstick tube in between her fingers. "I'll be fine."
"You can be honest with me, Sydney. If you're not going to-"
She turned around and faced the other agent with sympathetic eyes. She was tired and it showed it in her face. "I understand you're trying to be helpful, Madison, but really-I'm going to be okay." She returned to making up her face and transforming into Shay Roscoe, doting wife of Carter Gates, a multi-millionaire and new arms supplier. They were hoping to score a deal with the local cell of the Covenant. It was a simple plan but it would not stay that way long. They were to meet the two officials, Lauren and Jonathan in a hotel lobby bar. If they didn't show within an hour, they could go up to their hotel room and wait for Lauren and Jonathan to meet there. But obviously, they would expect that Shay and Carter would be staying there, so...
Madison smiled and nodded her head softly, "And just think you'll be able to sleep in a real bed, with coffee and heat, for a night." She walked slowly over to a garment bag and pulled out a long black dress. She took a syringe and vile of epinephrine. "Do you want to do the injection or-"
"I can do it. It's okay." Sydney took the vile and syringe in her hand and watched Madison take a step backward.
"I'll leave you to get dressed."
"Thank you." She said softly, watching the other female agent leave the bedroom. The old door closed firmly and Sydney found herself being overwhelmed. She wanted to through herself down at that bed that she barely could remember in sleeping in for the past nights. It was Saturday and apparently, she had been lying in that bed, next to Vaughn, very close to a comatose state. She had been fed medication on top of medication to heel her broken body. There were numerous things still wrong with her but that didn't seem to matter anymore. She was going to be injected with the same solution she had been injected with before that state track meet when she had the flu. It didn't matter. She had become numb to the pain.
She barely remembered anything from the last few days. But a slow smile passed over her lips as she tried to remember. She hadn't had those horrible dreams that had haunted her since her return. Her mind seemed fuzzy as she tried to remember if she had any dreams. Wait....there was one. There was one dream that felt so real that she was almost convinced that it was. Kilmer had swooped her into his arms and kissed her like he did ten years ago. She felt his soft lips beneath hers and felt the baby soft skin beneath her fingertips. But that had been a dream...she thought. There was no way that Kilmer, a man engaged with a baby, would kiss her. He was in love with another woman.
Then again, Vaughn was supposedly in love with another woman and he kissed her in North Korea.
She sighed and forced her body to an upright position. The black dress was starring her in the face and she grabbed it. The material was soft and slinky, a cotton, polyester, spandex blend. It was a halter-top dress with a low, low back. The dress was floor length and she was sure she would look like the perfect date to 'Carter Gates.' She groaned slightly and shed her sweats miserably. The black dress fell onto her form and suddenly, Sydney Bristow was gone. Only Shay remained.
She turned back to the bed and saw there was a long rhinestone chain that was supposed to be clasped down her spine. Sighing heavily, she took it in her hands and debated on whether or not she could put this on successfully.
She must have been standing there for a while because the door opened again. "Hey Madison, would you mind hooking this on? I can't do it." She held the chain over her shoulder and felt tentative hands take it away. She recognized the hands almost instantly and knew it wasn't Madison. She heard the top clasp click and the bottom, near her waist. A fingertip ran along her spine, giving her chills almost instantly.
Kilmer knew he shouldn't have been standing there, touching her but he couldn't pull himself away. He traced her back up to her shoulder blade and pulled away just as she turned to face him. He was a little taller than she was which was a novelty at her height. His steel blue gray eyes met hers and he brushed a piece of the wig out of her face. He touched her jaw line and met her eyes.
"Kilmer?" She questioned, not mirroring the look of content in his eyes.
"We almost lost you, Sydney. Those bastards beat-"
"Kilmer, I'm fine. You don't have to worry." She started to scream at her feet to move but found herself unable to. Instead, she started to drift back to her dream or what she thought was a dream. "Do you ever think about us, what happened with us, all those years ago?"
"I missed you, Syd."
Something compelled her to tell him what she was thinking, "I had this dream when I was-was-"she motioned to the bed with her hands, "that we were back to six years ago, right before you-um-left....and...." She completely forgot where she was going with this but she felt a familiar tingly sensation warming through her lips.
He stepped closer and his hand found a way to her waist, "What if I told you it wasn't a dream?"
Her eyes searched for truth within his and found it there, "You really did ki-"
"Sydney, never did I ever dream that I would be able to see you again."
"What about Madison?" Her voice could barely whisper. She had grown hoarse and kept waiting for her legs to give out beneath her.
He stepped forward, bringing her body against his. He ducked his head slightly, glancing back and forth between her eyes and her lips. Wordlessly, he ducked down and felt his lips come into smooth contact with hers. It was a slow and sensual kiss that she refused to let grow passionate. Her body was frozen against his and she found herself humming against the soft touch of his mouth. Her fingers became laced in his hair and she leaned back slightly, becoming increasingly dizzy. "It wasn't a dream." He whispered as he parted from the kiss, resting his forehead on top of hers.
She looked at him and wasn't sure whether she looked panicked or happy. Well, that was basically true. She had that "dear in the headlights" look to her face and her mouth was continually gapping open. "Wha?" She tried to talk but found her mouth dry and her brain was spinning. She hadn't felt-consciously felt his lips against hers. She took a step back and stared up at him. "You're in love with Madison, Kilmer. What are you doing?" She put her hands on her forehead and turned her back to him. "What am I doing? I have to leave soon." She was flustered and shaking slightly. She searched around for the different items she needed for that night. "I need you to leave." She said her back still to him. She didn't want to see his face and she needed to do-a lot.
"Sydney, you don't-"
"Kilmer, I want to leave and let me have time to myself." She reached for the black garter that was basically transformed to keep a weapon in place. She was nervous about meeting these people with their supposed high ties with Covenant. Lauren and Jonathan were going to give them information about the Covenant. They might be able to figure out who they were targeting, why, who the head of it was, and anything else they could find out. There was no tech to this. This was pure and simple. Two couples were going to meet for drinks. "You need to leave." She turned towards him again.
"Sydney, what are you doing? I love you." He held up his hands in defense.
"Kilmer, we both know you can either get out or I can make you get out." She hissed coldly, taking a step towards him. Her hands were dropped at her side and she knew that in a moment, she could take him out at the knees.
He went into shock and was incredible annoyed that she didn't return his feelings, "Sydney, didn't you hear me? I said that I love you. I never stopped loving you. Even when I left and then when you disappeared, I still loved you."
"And maybe you didn't hear me. I told you; shut the door behind you." She order gruffly and watched him do so.
Okay, she was officially confused. What had just happened? She moved towards the chair that she had been sitting on and collapsed down on it. Her head flopped forward and she cradled it in her hands. She didn't know which was up and her heart was palpitating so hard in her chest, she kept waiting for it to explode from her chest. She felt her face grow red and her breathing was becoming erratic.
No, she had to force herself to focus. She got to her feet and started to look around for a pair of stilettos she had carelessly thrown around her. Before she knew it, she was on her knees with the shoes in hand. They slid easily on over the flesh-tone colored fishnet stockings. It was game time. She pushed her body towards the door and opened it, taking in a slow breath.
Vaughn was standing near the couch, pacing. He was nervous but as soon as he caught sight of Sydney, he stopped. "Hey." He shot her a lopsided grin.
"Hey." She returned the small favor. Her hands guided her towards the center of the living room. Her body was becoming weaker and she needed to sit or else she would collapse from sheer exhaustion. She masked it well, keeping a small smile on her face and crossed her legs. "Are we almost ready?"
Vaughn was supporting his body against the back of the couch. His arms were forced straight and his body weight was supported there. He refused to let Sydney see him weak. Call it a male macho thing or call it bravery. "As soon as you are." Taking a silent breath, he started to walk towards the door. He was dressed perfectly in a black on black suit. He always looked amazing in black. He walked over to the chair that Sydney had sat in and offered her a hand up. She accepted it gratefully. "You okay?"
"Nothing more than a little scrape. What about you?"
He shrugged, "Nothing more than a little scrape." He pulled her closer and tucked his hand on the small of her bare back. "Sydney." His voice was suddenly hoarse and his body was suddenly shakier. Her eyes, hidden beneath a violet color, shot him a questioning look. "Don't lie to me. Are you really going to be okay?"
She fought her urge to glance at Kilmer to see what he was doing. She could feel his eyes starring at her and she felt like she could just melt away from it with Vaughn's arm around her. She rested her forearm on his shoulder. "I told you-I'll be fine."
"I see you two are getting ready to leave?" Madison walked back into the apartment from the stairwell. She had been checking to make sure that the limo was waiting for them outside.
Vaught took the initiative and spoke for both of them, "We'll meet you there? We have two separate meeting times, right? You are down in the bar and we're-"
"You're up in the hotel room. You're all set. Just be safe." Madison nodded, holding the door open.
Vaughn nodded weakly and Sydney smiled, not wanting to look at Kilmer. "We always are. We'll meet you there."
Okay...so what do you think? What do you think of Kilmer kissing Sydney?!? I don't know if anyone saw that coming or caught that in the previous chapters but hey....I was kinda hoping of getting a bigger reaction from people about it. Keep your eye on him....he's not what he appears! Love it? Hate it? Should I keep going?