Hey guys, i am trying one of these (haven't had much luck in the past)...this is short and i put chapter one becuz i intend on coming back to it once school is over (10 DAYS!!) and finshing it up over SUMMER....i just had this idea, and wrote it down (neglecting all of my other homework incidentally)..so, enjoy and review! Oh and PM or email me if you have any ideas about where i can go with this--cuz honestly, i don't have many...
I don't own any of these characters (unfotunately) and the first line was from the Season Finale..the rest is MINE! (except the characters)
Chapter One
“…You’ve been missing for two years.” Vaughn choked out, doing everything he could to keep his composure. The look on Sydney’s face was enough to break his heart. It would have, in fact, if it hadn’t been broken already. He wanted to throw his arms around her and ask, no demand, if she had had any idea what he had gone through the past two years. He managed to keep his impulses in check and waited instead, for her to absorb what he had said.
Her look of surprise turned into incredulity, she put her hand to her head, looking at the floor with a frown on her face, mouth slightly open. Her eyes darted back to Vaughn’s face.
“Wh-what? How is that possible? I-I-remember the fight with Francie and then I shot her. Everything after that is blank. I couldn’t possibly have been gone for two years.” She looked at Vaughn searching his eyes, pleading for him to tell her it was all a dream. But Vaughn just stared down at his hands, avoiding her gaze.
Sydney took deep breaths, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face. She opened them to see Vaughn looking at her, with a pained expression on his face.
“Just yesterday,” she whispered, trying to keep her composure, “we were talking about going to Santa Barbara.” A sob escaped her throat. “We didn’t go, did we?”
Vaughn sadly shook his head, as memory of their last time together came flooding back. When he had told her about booking the hotel, she had been so happy. Happy, not only to be with him, but because of what the trip meant. It meant that she was able to have some sort of normalcy in her life, and that she was that much closer to having it their permanently.
When Vaughn had gotten the call from Kendall, he had assured him that he could handle it, I mean, he was over her, wasn’t he? It was a question that had plagued him since the day he had proposed. He realized now, that he was kidding himself. The moment he walked through the door and saw her face, when he had held her in his arms for the first time in two years, all of his pent up feeling came flooding back. The dam he thought he had built so strong, the bricks he had laid down each day, one after the other had been broken through so easily.
Sydney glanced down at his hand, the glint of the golden ring piercing her heart worse than a thousand knives.
“So I guess I don’t have to ask what you’ve done with yourself these past two years,” she said bitterly.
Vaughn glanced down at his wedding ring, cursing it for causing so much pain. A month ago, it had bee such a relief to finally slip it on his finger. It had been his escape, he realized now, his escape from her memory, his feelings for her. Now it was what kept him from running back to her.
“Syd-“ he began.
“No, Vaughn, it’s been two years, you don’t need to say anything.” She looked up at him, her bottom lip trembling. “You had every right to move on, it’s okay, I understand.”
Vaughn didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset. He told himself h e should be relieved that she was taking it so well, but in truth, he wished she would be angry with him for giving up on her so easily. He deserved her anger, not her acceptance.
“Vaughn- where have I been? And what do you mean they asked you to come back? Come back from what?”
Vaughn frowned, looking down at the ground before fixing his eyes on her face. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat before beginning.
“Syd, when I found out that you were dead, I was lost. I don’t remember anything after I got the news from Kendall. I was wandering around in haze for weeks and I honestly don’t know how I got up for work every morning. Parts of me had been saying that you were dead and that I should move on and forget about you. The other part told me not to lose hope, that there was still a possibility you were still alive. I believed the second part for a long time because it was what I wanted to believe. But then there was the ceremony.” Vaughn paused, wiping the tears from his eyes. “The head at Langley walked up to the podium and gave a short speech about you. I don’t remember anything about it, only that that the whole time I was thinking, ‘what are you doing up there? You didn’t even know her! You couldn’t possibly do Sydney Bristow justice with a speech. She was so much more than that.’” Vaughn paused again, trying to read Sydney’s reaction. She was silently crying, her knees pulled up to her chin, eyes closed, rocking herself back and forth.
“Then,” Vaughn continued, “a man walked up to the front holding something in his hand. Everyone bowed their heads as the man placed a single star on a wall with hundreds of others, all representing different people, but all symbolizing the same thing. I felt like I had been hit with a ton of bricks. One voice was screaming ‘I told you so!’ and the other, weaker voice was saying, ‘what the hell are you doing? She’s not dead!’
After that, I couldn’t go back to work. Everything in the office, the people, all reminded me of you. I was driving myself crazy, hearing your voice, seeing your face, feeling your touch. Syd- I couldn’t take it, your memory was haunting me, I had to get away from you. So I left the CIA, moved to an apartment and started over.”
Vaughn turned his moist eyes toward Sydney. He kneeled down in from of her, taking her face in his hands, wiping the tears away. “Syd, I am so sorry, I failed you. I should have had more faith in you. I should never stopped looking for you, you deserve someone better than me.”
I don't know if i like it all that much, but you guys are the readers, so, what do ya think!?
I don't own any of these characters (unfotunately) and the first line was from the Season Finale..the rest is MINE! (except the characters)
Chapter One
“…You’ve been missing for two years.” Vaughn choked out, doing everything he could to keep his composure. The look on Sydney’s face was enough to break his heart. It would have, in fact, if it hadn’t been broken already. He wanted to throw his arms around her and ask, no demand, if she had had any idea what he had gone through the past two years. He managed to keep his impulses in check and waited instead, for her to absorb what he had said.
Her look of surprise turned into incredulity, she put her hand to her head, looking at the floor with a frown on her face, mouth slightly open. Her eyes darted back to Vaughn’s face.
“Wh-what? How is that possible? I-I-remember the fight with Francie and then I shot her. Everything after that is blank. I couldn’t possibly have been gone for two years.” She looked at Vaughn searching his eyes, pleading for him to tell her it was all a dream. But Vaughn just stared down at his hands, avoiding her gaze.
Sydney took deep breaths, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face. She opened them to see Vaughn looking at her, with a pained expression on his face.
“Just yesterday,” she whispered, trying to keep her composure, “we were talking about going to Santa Barbara.” A sob escaped her throat. “We didn’t go, did we?”
Vaughn sadly shook his head, as memory of their last time together came flooding back. When he had told her about booking the hotel, she had been so happy. Happy, not only to be with him, but because of what the trip meant. It meant that she was able to have some sort of normalcy in her life, and that she was that much closer to having it their permanently.
When Vaughn had gotten the call from Kendall, he had assured him that he could handle it, I mean, he was over her, wasn’t he? It was a question that had plagued him since the day he had proposed. He realized now, that he was kidding himself. The moment he walked through the door and saw her face, when he had held her in his arms for the first time in two years, all of his pent up feeling came flooding back. The dam he thought he had built so strong, the bricks he had laid down each day, one after the other had been broken through so easily.
Sydney glanced down at his hand, the glint of the golden ring piercing her heart worse than a thousand knives.
“So I guess I don’t have to ask what you’ve done with yourself these past two years,” she said bitterly.
Vaughn glanced down at his wedding ring, cursing it for causing so much pain. A month ago, it had bee such a relief to finally slip it on his finger. It had been his escape, he realized now, his escape from her memory, his feelings for her. Now it was what kept him from running back to her.
“Syd-“ he began.
“No, Vaughn, it’s been two years, you don’t need to say anything.” She looked up at him, her bottom lip trembling. “You had every right to move on, it’s okay, I understand.”
Vaughn didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset. He told himself h e should be relieved that she was taking it so well, but in truth, he wished she would be angry with him for giving up on her so easily. He deserved her anger, not her acceptance.
“Vaughn- where have I been? And what do you mean they asked you to come back? Come back from what?”
Vaughn frowned, looking down at the ground before fixing his eyes on her face. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat before beginning.
“Syd, when I found out that you were dead, I was lost. I don’t remember anything after I got the news from Kendall. I was wandering around in haze for weeks and I honestly don’t know how I got up for work every morning. Parts of me had been saying that you were dead and that I should move on and forget about you. The other part told me not to lose hope, that there was still a possibility you were still alive. I believed the second part for a long time because it was what I wanted to believe. But then there was the ceremony.” Vaughn paused, wiping the tears from his eyes. “The head at Langley walked up to the podium and gave a short speech about you. I don’t remember anything about it, only that that the whole time I was thinking, ‘what are you doing up there? You didn’t even know her! You couldn’t possibly do Sydney Bristow justice with a speech. She was so much more than that.’” Vaughn paused again, trying to read Sydney’s reaction. She was silently crying, her knees pulled up to her chin, eyes closed, rocking herself back and forth.
“Then,” Vaughn continued, “a man walked up to the front holding something in his hand. Everyone bowed their heads as the man placed a single star on a wall with hundreds of others, all representing different people, but all symbolizing the same thing. I felt like I had been hit with a ton of bricks. One voice was screaming ‘I told you so!’ and the other, weaker voice was saying, ‘what the hell are you doing? She’s not dead!’
After that, I couldn’t go back to work. Everything in the office, the people, all reminded me of you. I was driving myself crazy, hearing your voice, seeing your face, feeling your touch. Syd- I couldn’t take it, your memory was haunting me, I had to get away from you. So I left the CIA, moved to an apartment and started over.”
Vaughn turned his moist eyes toward Sydney. He kneeled down in from of her, taking her face in his hands, wiping the tears away. “Syd, I am so sorry, I failed you. I should have had more faith in you. I should never stopped looking for you, you deserve someone better than me.”
I don't know if i like it all that much, but you guys are the readers, so, what do ya think!?
