Title: If Only Once More

Arthur: Secret Agent Girl (SAG)

Rating: Hard PG-13 (mainly because I don't feel it's R but a touch more than PG-13)

'Ship: S/V

Spoilers: Everything is up to Countdown is fair game.

A/N: I can't believe that I'm on Ch 11. This was supposed to be a one parter!! It's crazy! Good news… I'm in a pretty stellar mood. Bad news… there isn't any!! (SCORE!) I hope you all like this chapter. I'm not really sure how it's gonna work, I guess we'll see when I finish it. Thanks to Dashboard Confessional for providing my background music. It feeds Marty.

Ch. 11

            She could hear his voice softly floating through her as his words were whispered softly. She struggled to crawl to the surface, praying that she could reach him. Wanting to be near him, to see his smile, look into his eyes and see them gleaming with pristine and beauty. She wanted to see them glowing brightly. She always loved that about him. The way his eyes seem to shine, even in the darkness.

            She shifted and turned slightly, hoping not to wake him, instead wanting to find a moment in which she could just watch him sleep silently, the way he always seemed to do with her.

            When she turned over, she saw him watching her silently. Had it not been for his eyes, she would have never known he was awake. Their green tint shown through the darkness and she smiled as she faced him.

            "Damn. I was hoping to be the one to do the watching tonight."

            He laughed softly as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Sorry."

            "Eh, it's ok." She smiled as she leaned up and kissed him softly. "I don't mind you being awake."

            "Hmm." He smiled slightly before becoming thoughtful again as he ran his finger tips over her cheek.

            "You ok?"

            "Yeah. Just thinking."

            "What about?" She shifted as she got comfortable again.

            "Just… before the alliance fell." She raised an eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. "Sometimes I still can't believe that it happened. That I'm lying here next to you. Sometimes I catch myself just watching you for hours."

            She smiled softly at him and caught his hand in her own. Bringing it to her mouth, she kissed his palm softly before intertwining their fingers. "It is hard to believe sometimes. I use to think sometimes that we'd never do it. That I'd be a double agent forever."

            He leaned down suddenly and kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, claiming her as his.

            They pulled away gently and she was left breathless, a smile on her face. "What was that for?"

            "Being you." He smiled as she laughed lightly. "Just because you are so amazing and you did it and yet, still chose to be with me." She smiled at his insecurity and leaned up and kissed him again, bringing him down with her.

            "What time do you leave for Spain tomorrow?" He asked breathlessly as he shifted over her.

            "Not till 10."

            He glanced over at the clock and noticed the time, 4:17. "We have plenty of time." He smiled, the gleam in his eyes shining through the room as he bent down and met her lips again.  

            She struggled against the psychological restraints holding her down, trying to force herself out of the darkness, force herself to wake, to find him and reassure him that she was still his. She began to protest softly, tiny muffled cries climbing out.

            She felt movement at her side and suddenly her entire body relaxed as a hand landed softly in her hair.

            "Syd? Sydney. I need you to open your eyes for me. Please, Syd. Just let me see your eyes."

            She could hear his voice, feel his touch, and she wanted to scream out for him Vaughn!!, but the restraints held her down.

            She began to thrash as she struggled to open her eyes.

            "Syd, Sydney! Stop, stop! It's ok. Shh. Slow down, relax, it's going to be ok." His lips landed lightly on her head and all movement stopped. His very touch seemed to release the restraints holding her into the darkness.

            "Vau-Vaughn?" She screamed, her voice so scratchy it came out as barely a whisper.

            "Yeah. I'm right here Sydney. Open you're eyes for me baby. Open your eyes."

            Slowly, as if the simple task of lifting her eye lids took all of her strength, she opened her eyes, blinking to clear them of the fog that had surrounded her head and smiled softly when they landed on the sharp green orbs in front of her.

            "Hi." She whispered as tears sprung into his eyes.

            "Oh, thank God." He whispered as he leaned down and kissed her softly. "Oh thank God you're ok." He sniffled slightly and let out a sharp chuckle as he brushed the hair out of her face. "Oh, you're ok. You're ok."

            She leaned into him as he bent down and embraced her softly, mindful of her injuries. "Where are we?" She whispered into his chest as he kissed the crown of her head.

            "LA General. We brought you in about 6 days ago." He pulled back and she lifted her hand, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I was so scared. So scared." He caught her hand and kissed the inside of her palm, her wrist before taking it in both of his hands.

            "Sark?"

            "He's dead. Your dad shot him." She nodded as the words came out emotionlessly.

            "Sloane?" She saw the slight hesitation and sighed. "Bastard." She muttered as she shifted her gaze out the window.

            "I'm going to go get the doctor. Ok?" He asked as he softly rubbed up and down her arm. "Syd?"

            But she didn't hear him. Her gaze was focused out the window, her mind wondering where the hell he could be.