Death, or Something Like It

THIS IS AWESOME!!!

Well, not the fact that Vaughn's married to Alice, but...you're gonna come up with a good explanation for that, right?

I'm waiting.... :D
 
ok, more as soon as i can, but the teachers have loaded up the homework and review cuz i have exams next week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i am just a LITTLE stressed outttttt!!1 ok, but i have somewhat of an idea forming in my head, i might get some little chapters up here and there, but probably not this weekend....but a never know!! i always say i won't get anything up but then i do....and i'll PM you guys too! thanks for reading!!!!
 
okay, take your time. No rush here, I know exactly how you feel- I have finals next week--that I haven't even started studying for, unfortunately.

So, what did you think of my fic? I was kidding about the crossover, but I've never co-written a fic with anyone before. Hm, something to think about, I suppose.

I knew Alice would happen... and I am also predicting her death by enraged super-human chipmunks in the very near future...

Rachel
 
YES RACHEL!!! i read some of it! i haven't finished it yet...but it is REALLY REALLY GOOD!!!! i am looking forward to reading the rest....
a co-writtem fic would be really fun!! i've never done it before either!! maybe this summer??? :smiley:
I actually wrote some last night, so i might be able to type it up this weekend if i get some free time....
 
Absta said:
YES RACHEL!!! i read some of it! i haven't finished it yet...but it is REALLY REALLY GOOD!!!! i am looking forward to reading the rest....
a co-writtem fic would be really fun!! i've never done it before either!! maybe this summer??? :smiley:
I actually wrote some last night, so i might be able to type it up this weekend if i get some free time....
Thanks, Absta. :blush:

Yes, perhaps this summer!

Rachel
 
OK, it's here, i don't know how awaited it was, but its here nonetheless....ENJOY :P

Chapter Three--Part two

Sydney walked behind the couple numbly, seeming calm and collected on the outside, but screaming on the inside. She tried to make herself feel at least somewhat happy for Vaughn; happy that he had moved on with his life and found someone to settle down with. It was a fierce battle within her, her brain was doing the talking, but her heart was doing the feeling. Both were painful, and her contrasting feelings were ripping her in two, the feelings she wanted and the feelings she felt.

“So Rita – sorry – Sydney, where should we drop you off? I’m sure you want to see all of your friends,” Alice said, yanking Sydney out of her reverie.

Friend—singular, Sydney thought bitterly to herself. That is if he hasn’t forgotten about me too, along with everyone else.

“Yeah, that—,” Sydney began when Vaughn cut her off.

“Uhh… Alice, I actually wasn’t expecting you to come and pick us up, so my car is here already. Why don’t you go home and I’ll drop Syd off wherever she wants to go.” He looked at Sydney, but was speaking to Alice, “we have some things we need to catch up on.”

Alice seemed dismayed at being put off, but she plastered a smile onto her face, told Vaughn she would see him at home and kissed Sydney goodbye. Sydney stared at her retreating back. She had only met Alice a couple of times, but she had noticed a drastic change in her personality and manor. Before, Sydney had found her very nice, boring maybe, but nice nonetheless. Now, she found the very sound of her voice unbearable. She hoped she wouldn’t be invited to their house too often for cookouts, two seconds with that woman was enough to send her over the edge. She hushed the voice in her heart telling her that that wasn’t the only reason she didn’t want to go to their house for dinner.

They made their way to Vaughn’s car in silence, both deep in thought. When they got in the car, Vaughn didn’t start it. Instead he turned his piercing, green gaze on Sydney, which she returned with an icy glare that sent shivers down his spine.

“Syd, I wish you would tell me what you were feeling,” he pleaded desperately.

“I wish I could tell myself what I am feeling.” Her emotional barriers were up and fully functional. “This is all happening to fast,” she said, exhausted, leaning her head against the window. “I need some time to think it all through.”

Vaughn looked at her sympathetically, “I-I’m sorry about the whole Alice thing – hadn’t expected her to be at the airport, otherwise--”

“Vaughn—you don’t need to explain, I wouldn’t expect everyone to hang around for me.” She looked at him, raising her head from the window, “It’s okay, I’ll eventually catch up and move on—just like everyone else.”

Vaughn knew she was right, but the full meaning of her words still hit him hard. He knew now how much he had hurt her, but he didn’t want her to move on, he wanted her to know that he hadn’t been able to move on, even after two years, he had only been able to hide.

But he didn’t say all those things and he probably should have, but he was afraid of his feelings. Instead, he turned on the car and headed toward Sydney’s apartment. We’re right back to square one, he thought ironically.


I need to know if you were real
Cuz I’ve been known to get it wrong
When the memory comes I’ll see im always in the dark, you got me now.

I can’t remember how it went
You looked like everything I wanted
And as you came along, slowly everything began to change,
I got ya now

That’s enough, just talking about it
Outta my head, outta my head, no ain’t i
That’s enough just dreamin about it

I need to know if you were real
I need to think that I’ve been fooled again
And as the vision fades I’ll say, I was blinded by your eyes,
I felt them burn


Give You Back
Vertical Horizon

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Ok—I know it’s short, but it’s Friday and I just had my last day of classes, so there is NO WAY I am studying today, I’ll leave that for tomorrow and Sunday…

I know it’s moving kind of slowly, but I can’t make myself rush this stuff, especially since we have a whole summer to find out what REALLY happens….

FEEDBACK PLZZ!! If I get enough, I might even write another section tonight >>hint hint<<
 
im definetly reveiwing right away if u might write another section 2night!!! ur story is amazing and im completely hooked!! post more soon
 
thanks allie!!
i am actually going to eat my dinner and start right now!
i will try and get it posted tonight, but if not, tomorrow as soon as i can!!
 
Here is the next chapter!!!!!!
i like the "plot" of this chapter, but i don't think i quite like how it is written....
Anyway....ENJOY and REVIEW!!

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Chapter Four

One Week Later

Sydney sat in front of the mirror, absent-mindedly brushing her hair, listening to the hum of the music and the ringing of laughter downstairs.

The past two weeks were a blur. She saw Will, and he had been thrilled to see her. He had spent an entire day and night telling her every detail of the past two years. One thing she had wanted to talk to him about was Francie. She wanted to talk about how much she missed her laugh, her smile, how she always knew how to cheer Sydney up. If she were still here, Sydney thought, the party downstairs would be much livelier, and I wouldn’t be hiding up here. She had hoped she could work through her grief with Will. But, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with by herself, and two years too late. She had thought about everything Francie had missed and she couldn’t help blaming herself for her death. Francie had never known the real Sydney, she thought bitterly. She had known the scared, empty Sydney, with nothing but her revenge to motivate her. She had died before that had changed, before she had filled that empty space in her life, before she had gotten together with Vaughn. Even in the bathroom she couldn’t get escape the sound of his voice or his laughter. He had organized this for her, this “welcoming” home party, and he was the reason she had excused herself to the bathroom as soon as he had arrived with Alice.

She glanced at the mirror, surprised when she saw her tear-streaked face. She frowned, furiously wiping them away, angry at herself for losing her composure, she was stronger than that.

There was a sudden knock at the door and she stood up startled, knocking her chair over.
“Sydney?” A familiar voice asked from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a second,” she said hastily, turning on the water.

He didn’t leave, “Alright—but are you okay in there?”

Sydney gave a frustrated sigh, “I’m coming alright? Just leave me alone Va--” she stopped as she opened the door to look into the dark eyes of Weiss.

“Oh Weiss,” she apologized, blushing. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you were--”

“Vaughn. It’s okay, I’m actually flattered to be mistaken for him, that doesn’t happen very often,” he said smiling. “Actually, he was about to come looking for you, but I offered to come find you instead.” He gave her a quick once over, “and it’s a good thing I did, cuz there is no way he would be able to keep his hands off you in that dress. You look amazing Syd.”

“Thanks Weiss, but I doubt he would have any trouble keeping his hands to himself.”

“Yeah, well, I beg to differ cuz—“ he started, but she interrupted him.

“Look, Weiss, lets just go downstairs, I don’t want to talk about Vaughn right now, okay?”

“I understand Sydney, but you know you’re going to have to talk to him some time, you both need to get things straightened out.”

Sydney felt the tears rushing back to her eyes; she blinked furiously and managed to nod her head, not trusting herself to speak.

Weiss held out his arm for her to take, “may I have the first dance?”

She gave him a weak smile and allowed him to lead her downstairs and onto the dance floor.

He spun her around a couple of times arousing a surprised laugh to escape from Sydney’s mouth.

“What?” he said, smiling “didn’t think old Weiss could dance, did ya?”

“Well,” she said laughing, “I must say, I hadn’t really taken you for a dancer.”

“Oh, I have traveled the dance floor a time or two in the past.” His smile suddenly turned into a frown as he looked past her. “Uh-oh, Vaughn’s ‘Sydney Sonar’ is on high power. And he is coming this way.”

“No, Weiss, don’t leave, I—“

“Weiss, may I have a turn?”

Weiss sent Sydney an apologetic look and stepped aside for Vaughn. He patted him on the back, “Al right man, but I’m timing you. Ten minutes—no, better make it five minutes, and then I am coming back.”
Vaughn rolled his eyes as Weiss walked away.

He placed his hand on her hip, gently swinging her to the music. “At least Weiss hasn’t changed,” Vaughn said lightly, trying to coax a smile out of her, just as Weiss had done a minute ago, but it fell flat and she avoided his eyes, looking passed him.

“Syd—“ he said miserably, desire burning in his eyes, “You look so beautiful.”

She looked raised her gaze to meet his, feeling the electric shock shoot down her back, feeling the goosebumps rising on her neck. She wanted nothing more than to drown in his desire and forget that it had been two years since she had seen him. Forget that there was a certain blonde in his life, keeping her from loving him. If she had successfully forgotten all of that, she would have him upstairs already. Screw the party. But, the reasonable part of her remembered all of these things, and forced her heart to stamp out her feelings.

“Vaughn,” she whispered sharply, “You’re married.”

He opened his mouth to reply, when Alice suddenly appeared next to him, glancing between the two of them, frowning. Then she smiled quickly at Sydney, “May I cut in?”

Sydney stared at Vaughn, but he refused to meet her eyes. She looked back at Alice, smiling, “He’s all yours.” And she roughly handed Vaughn over to her, going off to look for Will, without a backward glance.

The day are getting shorter
The wind has found her teeth
I think I’m supposed to be somewhere back east.
And I drive, along with my mind,
Fighting thoughts of this kind
And in the darkness, oh these naked empty streets
I’m free, to just breath

She set on, the king of random phone calls
I explain, it’s just this time of year
Whose awkward conversations,
These constant, isolations,
And this town, is bringing me down

Just another, American Folk Song,
Written for, another American girl.
Just another, American dreamer,
Just another, American fall

So drop me a line, oh, if you can, find the time
I’d love to hear just where you’ve ended up.
Does happiness rest at your front door
Do you ever think about Us anymore

Just another, American Folk Song,
Written for, another American girl.
Just another, American dreamer,
Just another, American fall

So far down with this, flesh and bone
I’m not supposed to feel quite this alone.
Miss this flutter, watch me stutter-step and fall.
I haven’t the strength to get back up.
Because I’m empty, floating, loveless,
Cut me, and I bleed on the dust.

Just another, American Folk Song,
Written for, another American girl.
Just another, American dreamer,
Just another, American fall.

American Folk Song
American Dreams

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Ok, so i absolutely LOVE this song and i loved it even more when i realized how much it reminds me of Syd and Vaughn...random phone calls (joey's pizza?) awkward conversations (whole 1st season)....i thought it was a perfect song....
SO..did ya like it? dislike it? LET ME KNOW!!!!
You guys are awesome....
 
That was great! I loved the interaction between SYd and Weiss (his comment about Vaughn's "Sydney Sonar" cracked me up!) Also loved the tension between Syd and Vaughn when they were dancing, and Alice picking up on it. Thanks for the update and the PM!
 
Anyone? sorry, i want to go to bed, but i need feedback if i am going to be able to sleep tonight!

(It's really 11 30 here, despite the time on the post)
 
Man Absta, when is Vaughn gonna ditch the blonde? Because I don't think I can take another second of her freakish, obsessive 'possession' of Vaughn.

Die Alice, die!

teehee, my emoitons tend to go a little haywire when it comes to Syd and Vaughn's apart-ness. :confused:

Rachel
P.S.- Thanks for reviewing my fic, I'm really glad you liked it.
 
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