Disclaimer: I do not own Alias. They belong to a man named J.J. If I did own them I would not need a therapy fic like this one. I thought of this while watching a fan promo video at of Life
Thump. She fingers the engament ring wondering if she'll ever make it down the aisle.
Thump. Will he make it? Had they played the almost dead cards too many times? Was this there ending?
Thump. He opens his eyes. They hold questions that she wishes she had the answers to.
Thump. They discuss the future; they talk about their baby she is carrying.
Thump. Her father comes in and says he's going to try and fix it.
Thump. He drifts off to sleep trying to stay with her.
Thump. She gets up and walks to the window. They've been here before, he'll make it. They'll make it.
Thump. She remembers all the times that they had almost lost each other. Was this their last goodbye?
Thump. His heartbeat fades and turns into a beep from the machine. She's losing him for good this time.
Silence. She looks at his face. He looks like he's sleeping. Like he's going to wakeup, but he's not he's gone. He left her for heaven where maybe he'll see his father and get his answers. She lost him this time he wasn't coming home, six hours ago they were rejoicing over being parents now she's facing raising this child alone. What is she going to do with out him?
Thump. A new heartbeat, a piece of the old one. Her daughter's heartbeat, She sits on the doctor's table looking at the ultrasound. Fully aware that the seat next to her is empty, he's not here. She's looking at the only connection she has left to him.
Thump. It's Oct. 1st, two more months and her angel would be here. Seven years ago this wasn't the way she seen this going. He was suppose to be here.
Thump. Thanksgiving. For the first time in over thirty years she has dinner with her parents and for the first time ever her sister.
Thump. He would have been forty today. She puts the final piece in the nursery. A hockey stick that says Daddy's Little Girl.
Thump. Isabelle Bristow - Vaughn is born on Dec. 7th, 2007 at 4:47 am. Their little angel is here.
Thump. She watches her daughter sleep. She has his nose and eyes.
Their story on earth is complete. He left something behind. His little girl and his love.
Thump.Thump.Thump. Thump.Thump.Thump. Thump.Thump.Thump. Thump.Thump.Thump.
He listens and watches has Isabelle grows and Syd moves on. He knows that Belle is loved and that Syd has managed to keep his memory alive. They are forever intertwined. And he will forever be has he had promised Syd all those years ago their Guardian Angel.
A/N: The heartbeats are Vaughn's and after he dies they are his daughters. Interpret the end has you want. I know what I thought when I wrote it but other people see it diffenrt ways. Please review! Sorry It's so short.