A/N: Thanks for all of the sweet replies! I honesty didn't expect any as I've already posted this at most Alias forums and it's not my best fic! Lol. Thanks a bunch and here's the next chapter...
Chapter 3
They drove home in a comfortable silence and packed for the mission before they met Jack at the plane that was waiting.
Vaughn was flipping through his file when Sydney came out of the other compartment, "Hey."
"Hey. Have you noticed that it's you and Jack on point and not me?"
"Yeah, it's been a while since you've been on comms" She said as she came and sat down next to him giving him a classic smile "I'll miss you".
He put down his file and focused all his attention on Sydney. She was wearing her usual cream pullover and jeans and her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.
'She really does look beautiful in anything'.
He leant in for a kiss cupping her cheek in his left hand, his other hand around her waist pulling her closer. "You're so beautiful." he whispered in her ear before her lips met his in a passionate embrace, the kiss soon deepened until his hands were roaming further and further up her back.
Catching her breath Sydney pulled away gently their foreheads still touching.
"Vaughn, we can't. My Dad's in the other compartment."
He just smiled at her in response before kissing her sweetly on the lips and settling back in his chair his arm still tightly around her. Syd rested her head on his shoulder.
"Maybe when we get home."
"If we get home."
"Syd…"
"No, it's true isn't it? If someone finds her DNA before us…"
"Then we'll steal it back."
"Or if we can't destroy it"
"We'll find a way."
"Maybe not."
"Syd, look at me." he said, turning her head towards him.
Looking into her panic stricken eyes made him realise that she hadn't been this distraught since he found her in Hong Kong almost a year ago. He didn't know how it felt to have a prophecy written about him saying that he's going to be killed by a specially bred assassin but he did know what it was like going through hell. That was how he had felt when he'd thought that he'd lost her, the worst years of his life were when she wasn't by his side in her rightful place and with that in mind he tried to calm her.
"We're going to be okay. The prophecy is probably wrong anyway and if it isn't we'll prove it wrong. Syd, this 15th century guy is controlling your life, and I know for a fact that the Sydney Bristow I know and love wouldn't stand for that.
"One day we'll have a normal life you have to believe that. We'll be living in a big house in the country with white picket fencing and a little dog that runs around the garden with the kids. Syd, you've got to believe that that's all going to happen someday, just have faith that whatever happens we'll be okay."
Sydney cracked a smile, that was what she wanted. That was what she had always wanted; a normal life - with Vaughn.
"In that little future of yours…how many kids do we have?"
"Two. One girl and one boy. They love playing in our big garden and always make you join in with hide-and-seek."
"What about you?"
"Well, I'm more the hockey guy. We take them down to the rink every weekend to play."
They continued talking about their future until they both fell asleep in each other's arms.
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I swear this whole fic is a load of fluff. Apart from Chapter 7 that is. Hehe. I hope you liked it!
- Katie xxx
