A/N 1; Alright bear in mind that this was only going to be three parts
originally so I've run out of verses, so consider this part 2a coming under
the verse for part 2 (Does that make any sense?)
A/N 2; Nope, still don't own it, although if you sue at the minute my current fund stands at £5.69 (roughly US $10) – still really isn't worth it.
And on with the update:
Part 2a
Over the next two months, Amelié grew more concerned for her son's well- being. Although he'd continued eating (to a degree) and stopped destroying his liver with alcohol, it seemed that he had retreated into the shadows of his mind. Vaughn was constantly haunted by Syd's memory. He saw her everywhere – strangers who before had only had a passing resemblance to Syd now attracted stares from him, he talked to her at night and if a small miracle had occurred and Amelié had managed to persuade Michael to leave the house, he'd find himself turning around to say something to Sydney only to realise that she wasn't there. It soon became apparent to Amelié that despite her hopes that this trip would do Vaughn good, if anything it was making him worse.
Time slowly crawled by and Amelié suspected that her son's grief had grown with each passing day. She'd often lay in bed at night listening to her son talking to Sydney – marvelling at the love that they must have shared that was now slowly destroying him piece-by-piece. She came to the conclusion that Sydney must have been the one great love of her son's life. Once she'd realised this she had a new understanding of how Vaughn felt. After all, she'd lost her love when Michael was still a small child and whilst she didn't think she could carry on, she'd survived for her son's sake. But Vaughn had no one to survive for anymore.
On the first anniversary of Sydney's death, Amelié decided she had to act before her son killed himself with despair. Amelié decided to take Vaughn to his father's grave, and so she did. Sitting on a bench in the cold cemetery, Vaughn looked up as his mother approached and sat next to him.
"You know I met your father on this bench," she said breaking the silence "I'd just moved to Fleury and I was away from my family for the first time. I came out of the old railway station across the road and came and sat here. I was so homesick already, I was crying, and your father, he was here on assignment, walked up, sat next to me and passed me a tissue and that was that. God I miss him so much!" Vaughn studied his mother's worn face before speaking
"Maman, why do you think that God takes good people away from us – I mean Dad and Syd, they were good people who didn't deserve to be snatched from us, so why were they?"
Amelié dwelled on her son's question for a moment, wondering what she could say in response, when a memory suddenly struck her and slowly she began to speak,
"Michael, when your father died, I was like you are now, so broken I didn't think that I'd survive, your Grandmeré was so worried. She sent you to stay with your Tanté Trish, do you remember?" Vaughn nodded, remembering the crazy summer he'd spent at her house near Paris. "Well, your Grandmeré came to stay here with me. One day she brought me here, and I asked her that same question. . . . Do you know what she said? She said; Amelie, God takes good people away from us when he's running short of angels to watch over us all' – I always believed that, it's a nice thought, that your dad and Syd are up there somewhere watching over us." They didn't speak after that, instead they sat quietly and enjoyed the peacefulness of their surroundings.
After that day, Vaughn had a new found understanding about what had happened, and he began, albeit slowly to move on. Whilst he knew that he would never be able to love anyone else, he realised that he could survive without Sydney, in fact he had to survive and live each day for them both. Soon, 2 months had passed and Vaughn found himself waking up on October 1st, the anniversary of the day when his life had changed for the better. He had to force himself to get out of bed and to go down to breakfast. When he arrived at the table he found a jewellery box sat in his place, and his mother was nowhere to be seen; "Maman?" he called uncertainly. When he heard no response he walked slowly over to the table where he picked up the box and opened it.
TBC
(No I'm not that mean)
Laying in the box was a band of gold, glinting in the early light that flooded in through the windows. A voice startled him, "Do you recognise it?" Spinning around Vaughn located his mother stood in the doorway, "You should, it was your father's wedding band. He left it at home on the day he was killed. His fingers were taped up because he'd broken them fixing your bicycle – when the CIA returned his body the coffin was already sealed, so I couldn't put it back where it belonged. Instead I was planning to give it to you to use as your wedding ring" Vaughn met his mother's eyes and was surprised to find them misty.
"You were going to marry Sydney weren't you?" Vaughn found his own voice full of emotion as he responded, "Yes – well I hoped so. I was planning to propose to her the day after the fire in Santa Barbera at sunset."
Amelié smiled, "She would have said yes Michael, I know she would have." Amelié took a step towards her son and picked up the ring. Taking Vaughn's left hand she placed the band on his ring finger, saying, "There, back where it belongs." She wrapped her son up in her arms as they both allowed their emotions to overcome them and they sank to the floor sobbing together.
TBC
A/N 3; See, this is where my naivety appears – he's not really married, despite what my best friend who gets Bravo keeps telling me.
Alright this chapter is dedicated to my Nanna and granddad (who are watching over us somewhere) as they provided the inspiration for how Vaughn's parents met – didn't I have a romantic Granddad?! It's also dedicated to Emms, our guardian angel who was taken from us this year at the age of 13 – God Bless sweetie.
OK the usual please, can you review? It really keeps me going.
A/N 2; Nope, still don't own it, although if you sue at the minute my current fund stands at £5.69 (roughly US $10) – still really isn't worth it.
And on with the update:
Part 2a
Over the next two months, Amelié grew more concerned for her son's well- being. Although he'd continued eating (to a degree) and stopped destroying his liver with alcohol, it seemed that he had retreated into the shadows of his mind. Vaughn was constantly haunted by Syd's memory. He saw her everywhere – strangers who before had only had a passing resemblance to Syd now attracted stares from him, he talked to her at night and if a small miracle had occurred and Amelié had managed to persuade Michael to leave the house, he'd find himself turning around to say something to Sydney only to realise that she wasn't there. It soon became apparent to Amelié that despite her hopes that this trip would do Vaughn good, if anything it was making him worse.
Time slowly crawled by and Amelié suspected that her son's grief had grown with each passing day. She'd often lay in bed at night listening to her son talking to Sydney – marvelling at the love that they must have shared that was now slowly destroying him piece-by-piece. She came to the conclusion that Sydney must have been the one great love of her son's life. Once she'd realised this she had a new understanding of how Vaughn felt. After all, she'd lost her love when Michael was still a small child and whilst she didn't think she could carry on, she'd survived for her son's sake. But Vaughn had no one to survive for anymore.
On the first anniversary of Sydney's death, Amelié decided she had to act before her son killed himself with despair. Amelié decided to take Vaughn to his father's grave, and so she did. Sitting on a bench in the cold cemetery, Vaughn looked up as his mother approached and sat next to him.
"You know I met your father on this bench," she said breaking the silence "I'd just moved to Fleury and I was away from my family for the first time. I came out of the old railway station across the road and came and sat here. I was so homesick already, I was crying, and your father, he was here on assignment, walked up, sat next to me and passed me a tissue and that was that. God I miss him so much!" Vaughn studied his mother's worn face before speaking
"Maman, why do you think that God takes good people away from us – I mean Dad and Syd, they were good people who didn't deserve to be snatched from us, so why were they?"
Amelié dwelled on her son's question for a moment, wondering what she could say in response, when a memory suddenly struck her and slowly she began to speak,
"Michael, when your father died, I was like you are now, so broken I didn't think that I'd survive, your Grandmeré was so worried. She sent you to stay with your Tanté Trish, do you remember?" Vaughn nodded, remembering the crazy summer he'd spent at her house near Paris. "Well, your Grandmeré came to stay here with me. One day she brought me here, and I asked her that same question. . . . Do you know what she said? She said; Amelie, God takes good people away from us when he's running short of angels to watch over us all' – I always believed that, it's a nice thought, that your dad and Syd are up there somewhere watching over us." They didn't speak after that, instead they sat quietly and enjoyed the peacefulness of their surroundings.
After that day, Vaughn had a new found understanding about what had happened, and he began, albeit slowly to move on. Whilst he knew that he would never be able to love anyone else, he realised that he could survive without Sydney, in fact he had to survive and live each day for them both. Soon, 2 months had passed and Vaughn found himself waking up on October 1st, the anniversary of the day when his life had changed for the better. He had to force himself to get out of bed and to go down to breakfast. When he arrived at the table he found a jewellery box sat in his place, and his mother was nowhere to be seen; "Maman?" he called uncertainly. When he heard no response he walked slowly over to the table where he picked up the box and opened it.
TBC
(No I'm not that mean)
Laying in the box was a band of gold, glinting in the early light that flooded in through the windows. A voice startled him, "Do you recognise it?" Spinning around Vaughn located his mother stood in the doorway, "You should, it was your father's wedding band. He left it at home on the day he was killed. His fingers were taped up because he'd broken them fixing your bicycle – when the CIA returned his body the coffin was already sealed, so I couldn't put it back where it belonged. Instead I was planning to give it to you to use as your wedding ring" Vaughn met his mother's eyes and was surprised to find them misty.
"You were going to marry Sydney weren't you?" Vaughn found his own voice full of emotion as he responded, "Yes – well I hoped so. I was planning to propose to her the day after the fire in Santa Barbera at sunset."
Amelié smiled, "She would have said yes Michael, I know she would have." Amelié took a step towards her son and picked up the ring. Taking Vaughn's left hand she placed the band on his ring finger, saying, "There, back where it belongs." She wrapped her son up in her arms as they both allowed their emotions to overcome them and they sank to the floor sobbing together.
TBC
A/N 3; See, this is where my naivety appears – he's not really married, despite what my best friend who gets Bravo keeps telling me.
Alright this chapter is dedicated to my Nanna and granddad (who are watching over us somewhere) as they provided the inspiration for how Vaughn's parents met – didn't I have a romantic Granddad?! It's also dedicated to Emms, our guardian angel who was taken from us this year at the age of 13 – God Bless sweetie.
OK the usual please, can you review? It really keeps me going.