Author's Note: Real short SV piece…just kinda came out. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Wish I owned characters and such…but I don't…darn it!
Things were so difficult…but then again, they were so simple.
Sure, I'm Sydney Bristow. I have a screwed up family. I went missing for two years, and I just met my half-sister, and let's not even get into the fact that my father paid to have my mother killed so she wouldn't kill me.
And sure, he's Michael Vaughn. My mother killed his father. He thought I died and went through serious depression. His wife used him to gain access to the CIA, and then he had to kill her…in order to save me.
So yeah, we're pretty screwed up, and things are difficult…but then again we love each other. Always have. Shouldn't it be that simple?
I sighed as I took another sip out of my wine glass. I love that about alcohol. It has this amazing calming and healing affect. The thing I hate about alcohol, is that it never solves your problems…they're always still there.
I had invited him over to spend the night, and had mentally kicked myself after the words came out of my mouth. Luckily though, I think he had drifted back off to sleep before being able to hear my offer
That's when there was a knock at the door.
I opened it, and there he stood.
"Hey," he said shyly.
"Hey yourself."
He looked at me. "You weren't expecting me where you?"
"Well, actually no. But come in," I said opening the door wider to let him in.
"Sorry. I just thought I'd take you up on that offer."
I blushed, "I didn't think you heard that."
He grinned. "Guess I have selective hearing," he said as he inched closer to me.
"Vaughn, don't you think we need to talk about some things?"
"God, you're beautiful."
I blushed again, "Vaughn…"
"Honestly? Yes, I think talking would be good. But, it's much too late to talk about things now."
And with that his lips caught my own and I was a goner, as we stumbled to my bedroom.
I woke up the next morning in his arms, and it was the most wonderful feeling ever. I looked up at him to see that he had been looking down at me.
"How long have you been up?" I murmured.
"A little while," he said as his lips brushed my forehead.
I didn't want to say it, but I knew I had to, "About the talking."
He propped himself up on his elbow and faced me, "I'm all ears."
Everything came rushing out at once, "It's just that things are so complicated. Look at our history. My screwed up life and your screwed up life. I mean your wife betrayed you, and you killed her. Things are insane. How on earth can we make things really work?"
He was thoughtful for a minute, then brushed his lips with mine.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Sure it does. Syd, I love you. I always have. It's always been you, and you know that. Who cares that our lives are screwed up? I sure as hell don't. You make it all make sense. You make living worthwhile."
I held back tears, "It can't be that simple."
"Of course it can. Do you love me?"
"More than anything."
"Then nothing else matters."
Hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you think, I know it was short. I'm trying to figure out a way to add on to it…we'll see!