Quick note I have decided my other fic 'A cruel twist of irony' is going to be altered and continued so look out for it in the future. Also 'Nostalgia's triangle' is going to make an appearance some time soon as I am continuing that too so watch this space!
Oh also, if you have time check out 'An unlikely asset'- I need some more opinions on it- I've never done a fic that wasn't fluff based!
Okay so back to this my favourite fic- my baby! Sorry about the short chapter- this was originally part of a MUCH longer chapter but I decided as I've already spent AGES on the next bit I should post this piece now. I was getting withdrawal symptoms! Ok so here goes. Please let me know what you think, as usual reviews are much cherished and welcomed! Love dani Xxx
Sydney didn't sleep that night; rationally of course she knew he wasn't going to return that evening- she wasn't even sure if he would the following night, but still she stayed up: just in case. One thing she did know however was that he needed his space- as did she; everything over the past week had happened so fast, and they had gone through the kind of emotional spectrum most couples were unaware of. As the early coloured dregs of Monday morning bled into the sky, she sat on her couch, her eyes unfocused and sad.
Her body ached- she wasn't sure if it was because of the position she was sat it, or his absence- either way, she was uncomfortable. She stretched her legs out before her, a melancholy sigh drenching her movements. Since he left, the apartment was cold and empty like it used to be when he was away from her. She scratched her bottom lip with her nail, restless and unsure what to do in the swollen emptiness of the house. It was as if she had almost forgotten how to exist without him- how to be. She smiled ironically at how her dependency on him had consumed her over such a short period time, and she looked over to the front door, remembering their shyness as he asked her to dinner for the first time. Her laughter dusted the walls of the room, stroking the pictures and other personal touches she had scattered lazily around the room. As soon as her unfounded amusement dissipated, she was hit with an overwhelming fear- what if he wasn't going to come back? She bolted from the cushioned seat, turning around quickly blindly looking for the desired object. What if she'd pushed him away? What if he betrayed her again? What if he'd moved on and didn't love her as he used to? Where was he? What if he was hurt? What if he was-
"Eric?" Sydney half yelled, a melancholy cry masking her words as she sobbed down the telephone
"What? Syd? Is that you?" a sleepy and confused voice asked
"Vaughn's gone"
"What?" Eric said, suddenly wide-awake
"We had this huge fight" she cried, "and- and he left. I'm so scared- what if he's hurt-lying dead in a ditch somewhere o-or he was attacked or-he-he-had a car crash, or-"
"Sydney, its ok. I'm coming over. Stay there" he demanded
"What if he doesn't love me anymore" a quiet voice hiccupped through the dial tone.
Weiss's running shoes squeaked against the dew on the grass, his guilt and self-loathing clawing at him- this was all his fault. The door swung open just before he grasped for the handle and he grunted slightly as Sydney threw her arms around him, crying into his shoulder. He absorbed his familiar role as he hushed her sobs telling her it was going to be ok. The sound of Sydney crying was something Eric was all too familiar with, but to him every occasion seemed harder to bear.
She cried for a long time and when her frightened tears subsided she was confused as to just how he had expertly manoeuvred her inside, closed the door and sat her on the couch without her noticing. She saw the pinkish hue of dawn from her window and realised how long she'd been crying for. Her throat suddenly felt hoarse and her eyes stung. She sheepishly looked up at Eric who passed her a tissue from the box on the coffee table. She laughed at his silly and comforting smile
"I'm sorry" she sniffed, her guilt coating her words
"Don't be"
"No- I mean I have no idea why I started crying," she stated quietly laughing slightly, "I think I just got a little...overwhelmed. I honestly do understand that Vaughn needs to be alone for a while- I mean, I do too. Its just its-"
"A little scary?" Eric finished for her watching her nod at his response with a knowing smile. She leaned on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. She looked at the clock opposite her
"God Eric! I'm so sorry- its 5.30!" she exclaimed sitting up
"Syd don't be ridiculous. Besides. You know I always have time for my favourite girl" he reassured her kind-heartedly allowing her to relax into his friendly grip once more "Oh and you can call me God Eric more often if you like" it took her a second to process his joke until a murmured laugh escaped her, too sleepy to hit him for the quality of his humour. They were quiet for a while, only the occasional sniff filling the empty spaces
"Where do you think he went?" she said in a small voice
"I honestly don't know" he sighed, rubbing his forehead "Can you think of any places he might have gone?"
"I can think of few," she said with a saddened nostalgic smile. There was another comfortable silence.
"Syd?"
"Mmm?"
"I have something to tell you..." he began nervously as she sat up to face him
"Your argument with Vaughn. Its- its kinda my fault..."