Part 2/3
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Vaughn sat, unshaven and dishevelled, in yet another drunken stupor in his apartment. He recalled the day three months ago that he lost her. The day when his life may as well of ended.
Flashback
Vaughn stood broken and weak in the burnt out remains of Sydney's home, the place where he was supposed to pick her up and whisk her away where she'd stay safe, from things like this, in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening. Where was she? She couldn't have been here. She must have gone for a run, gone out food shopping; she had to be anywhere but here. She was going to come flying into the wreck, crying over the loss of her best friend, her home, her everything, and he was going to hold her and wipe away her tears and tell her how much she meant to him. Instead, the coroner is walking towards him, telling him what he didn't want to hear – that there were two bodies found in the bedroom. And then his world crumbled.
End of flashback
Since that day he'd been a shell of his former self. He'd taken a leave of absence from the CIA once it had been confirmed that one of the bodies had been Sydney's. He'd taken to sitting and drinking in his apartment whilst he studied photographs of her beautiful profile, which were now smudged by tears and repetitive holding. He'd stopped taking care of himself and was creating a lot of worry for those still at the CIA – namely Dixon, Carrie, Marshall and even Jack showed considerable concern. However, it was Weiss who was the most troubled by Vaughn's decline into a seemingly unending despair. In fact, it was Weiss who first took action, making a phone call to Vaughn's mother Amelié. Within 24 hours of Weiss' frantic call; she was knelt on the floor of her son's apartment holding him as he sobbed, telling her about his beautiful soul mate who had reversed roles with him a little too literally by becoming his guardian angel, watching over him from the stars.
Amelié had never seen her son so broken, in so much pain, not even when his father had died. She was truly surprised that he had lasted this long, that he was surviving this incredible heartbreak. She listened patiently as Michael told her about the women that he had loved more than life itself, the woman who had been stolen from him. She listened as he told her about the perfect life that they would have had together. Within 24 hours of arriving, it was far too obvious to Amelié that she couldn't leave her son. Instead, she decided to take him back to France with her and with Weiss' help, a week later they were on a flight which would take them back to Vaughn's childhood home in Fleury. Michael hadn't had a drink since his mother had poured all the liquor down the sink. He was beginning to get more colour following a few well homemade meals. Amelié hoped that the change of scenery in France, away from the reminders in LA, would do Vaughn some good for his own sake.
TBC
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Vaughn sat, unshaven and dishevelled, in yet another drunken stupor in his apartment. He recalled the day three months ago that he lost her. The day when his life may as well of ended.
Flashback
Vaughn stood broken and weak in the burnt out remains of Sydney's home, the place where he was supposed to pick her up and whisk her away where she'd stay safe, from things like this, in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening. Where was she? She couldn't have been here. She must have gone for a run, gone out food shopping; she had to be anywhere but here. She was going to come flying into the wreck, crying over the loss of her best friend, her home, her everything, and he was going to hold her and wipe away her tears and tell her how much she meant to him. Instead, the coroner is walking towards him, telling him what he didn't want to hear – that there were two bodies found in the bedroom. And then his world crumbled.
End of flashback
Since that day he'd been a shell of his former self. He'd taken a leave of absence from the CIA once it had been confirmed that one of the bodies had been Sydney's. He'd taken to sitting and drinking in his apartment whilst he studied photographs of her beautiful profile, which were now smudged by tears and repetitive holding. He'd stopped taking care of himself and was creating a lot of worry for those still at the CIA – namely Dixon, Carrie, Marshall and even Jack showed considerable concern. However, it was Weiss who was the most troubled by Vaughn's decline into a seemingly unending despair. In fact, it was Weiss who first took action, making a phone call to Vaughn's mother Amelié. Within 24 hours of Weiss' frantic call; she was knelt on the floor of her son's apartment holding him as he sobbed, telling her about his beautiful soul mate who had reversed roles with him a little too literally by becoming his guardian angel, watching over him from the stars.
Amelié had never seen her son so broken, in so much pain, not even when his father had died. She was truly surprised that he had lasted this long, that he was surviving this incredible heartbreak. She listened patiently as Michael told her about the women that he had loved more than life itself, the woman who had been stolen from him. She listened as he told her about the perfect life that they would have had together. Within 24 hours of arriving, it was far too obvious to Amelié that she couldn't leave her son. Instead, she decided to take him back to France with her and with Weiss' help, a week later they were on a flight which would take them back to Vaughn's childhood home in Fleury. Michael hadn't had a drink since his mother had poured all the liquor down the sink. He was beginning to get more colour following a few well homemade meals. Amelié hoped that the change of scenery in France, away from the reminders in LA, would do Vaughn some good for his own sake.
TBC