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THIS STORY IS SUCH A TEARJERKER. IT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD THOUGH. I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THIS STORY. AILISH IS SO CUTE. I DO HAVE 2 QUESTIONS THOUGH. HOW DID AILISH'S DAD DIE? AND WHY AREN'T SYDNEY AND VAUGHN TOGETHER? BUT OTHERWISE IT IS AWSOME.
 
Ah I love this. I cant wait till they tell eachother. lol its just like they were last season and the first half of this season. Soooo cute. :smiley: ^_^
Post more soon. ;) :P
 
i still think you should make it longer... *mumbles*
--Mandy :angelic:
 
i still think you should make it longer... *mumbles*
--Mandy :angelic:
 
As promised, here's chapter 7. :D Thank you all so much for the reviews! *hugs*

Mandy... longer? :lol: how? well, actually, i have some random scenes written, that just weren't postable enough. If you're interested, PM me and let me know. ;)

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Chapter 7.

They both stared at each other, and back at the table. Each other, the table. They knew they had to move quickly, or the other would do it first. The silence was tense, and filled with anxiety.

Without warning, they both made their moves at the same time, but Sydney was faster.

”Alright, that’s not fair. You always get the last piece.”

Sydney shot him a smug winning smile.

“What can I say? I’m faster than you are.”

“No, you cheat.”

“I do not cheat.”

“2004, Pizza Hut.”

“I can’t believe you remember that.”

“That piece was mine.

“I was starving.”

“So was I. You’d had lunch. I hadn’t.”

“Is it my fault that you fell for the stupidest prank there is?”

“I trusted you wouldn’t play it on me.”

“And that’s where you did wrong. When it comes to pizza, Sydney Bristow knows no ethical bounds.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said and then smiled. “How long has it been since we fought for a piece of pizza?”

“I don’t know. Too long.”

Vaughn smiled again, and sipped his wine.

A comfortable silent settled, and Sydney wondered if she should voice the question that had been playing on her mind for longer that she could remember. The time seemed as good as any…

“Vaughn… can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Will you be honest?”

“I’ll try.” He said, with a half grin. Sydney didn’t smile back. She suddenly seemed almost… nervous.

“Why did you leave?” she asked quietly.

Vaughn didn’t answer immediately.

“The office, they-“

“Vaughn.”

He sighed.

“I had to leave.”

“I know.” She agreed. “And that’s why I supported you when you told me you were coming here, to France, although I didn’t believe anything you said about it not being you choice. I supported you, because somehow I knew it was something you had to do. But now that time has passed, and the dust settled, I want the real reason why you left.”

“I guess you, from all people, deserve the truth.” Vaughn said. “But also you, from people, is the one that shouldn’t know it.”

Sydney looked down.

“I wish you could tell me. I really do. But if you think you can’t do it, then I’ll respect you, and try to understand.”

“I want to tell you, Syd. I really do. But I can’t.”

Sydney nodded.

“I’m going to bed now.”

“Alright.”

“Goodnight, Vaughn.”

*-*-*

From the bedroom, Sydney heard as Vaughn and Ailish walked inside the apartment, returning from the grocery shopping they had told her about on a note over the nightstand.

She wondered if there was ever going to be a time when they wouldn’t wake up before her.

“Please, Uncle Michael. Please please pleeeaase.”

“Alright, alright, you can fix me a sandwich. But no pickles.”

Ailish smiled from ear to ear.

“No pickles. Cross my heart.”

Sydney smiled, and decided to join them. She walked inside the kitchen with an unease feeling of nervousness at the pit of her stomach the conversation of the night before still too fresh in her mind.

“Mommy! Mommy, we saw a man that looked like a monkey.” Ailish announced as a form of greeting.

“You did?” Sydney said, as she kissed her daughter’s forehead, looking up briefly at Vaughn. He had light smudges under his eyes, and she could tell that he hadn’t slept well.

“Yeah… but Uncle Michael said it’s not nice of me to call him a monkey. So now I call him ‘hairy-monkey-man.”

Vaughn shot Ailish a warning look.

“Oops, just ‘hairy-man’.” She said sheepishly.

“That’s better.” Vaughn said, and looked at Sydney the same way she had looked at him, a quick glance with cautious eyes.

“What time did the two of you wake up?” Sydney asked, trying her best to act normal. It wasn’t like something big had happened. She had asked him a question, he had refused to answer, and that was it. He was in his right. She probably shouldn’t have asked in the first place. “It’s still quite early.”

“Five a.m.” Vaughn said painfully. No dwelling. Nothing happened, nothing changed.

“Ailish.” Sydney said, in a voice that was clearly a demand for an explanation.

“I had to pee.” Ailish answered simply, as she climbed on one of the stoves, to inspect their purchases. “Mommy, you have to go now.”

“I have to go where?”

“Change. We’re making a special breakfast. You have to look fancy.”

“Don’t I look fancy enough?” Sydney asked, knowing it would make her daughter laugh.

“You’re wearing jammies, mommy.” Ailish said giggling, and careless jumped off the stove. “Come, I’ll choose your outfit.”

Sydney took the hand her daughter offered, and was willingly dragged to the bedroom.

“You better make me pretty.” Sydney said, jokingly.

“You’re already pretty, mommy.” Ailish said, as she sat on the floor, crossed-legged, and started rummaging through her mother’s bag. “Uncle Michael said so.”

“He did?”

“Yeah… he said you’re the prettiest woman there is. And that I am the prettiest girl.” Ailish giggled with that last sentence. “I told him that’s because he doesn’t know Kate. Kate is prettier than me, but he said no one is prettier than me. Then I told him I would show him Kate and then we saw the mon- oops, hairy-man, and then… Oh, here mommy, pretty dress.”

Sydney was always amused by the ability her daughter had of speaking of three different topics on the same sentence.

“Let me see.” She said, seating down next to her daughter, and trying not to cringe at the mess Ailish had made inside her bag.

“Go put it on, mommy.” Ailish said, getting up and pulling her mother by the hand.

“Alright, I’m going, I’m going.” Sydney said, getting up.

“And leave your hair down. You look pretty with your hair down. Like a princess.”

Sydney smiled, and nodded. All that for breakfast. Ailish had the weirdest ideas.

“I’ll go and make Uncle Michael’s sandwich. Do you want one too, mommy?”

“Sure.” Sydney said, and then remembered to add. “No pickles, honey.”

“No pickles.” Ailish repeated, and ran out of the room, glowing in childish excitement.

*-*-*

“Mooommy! You look so pretty.” Ailish said, in awe, as her mother walked inside the living room. “I told you you would look pretty. Isn’t she pretty, Uncle Michael?”

Vaughn put down the tray with the scrambled eggs, and smiled at Sydney.

“Very pretty.” He agreed.

He was normal, she thought, he probably had got to the same conclusions she had. Nothing had changed.

She smiled, and, as usual, didn’t read too much to his compliment. That was just Vaughn. He would smile at you, and tell you you were pretty, and you would melt and feel happy inside.

“You two must be wanting something, with all this flattering.” Sydney said dismissively.

“Now, we’re hurt.” Vaughn said, as he pulled the chair from Sydney to sit, and then another one for Ailish.

Breakfast had been set on the dinning table, giving the lack of space on the kitchen’s table for everything they had bought.

“Doesn’t she look like a princess, Uncle Michael?”

“Yeah, she does.”

“So mommy is the princess and you are the prince and I am a fairy. Look, I have a magical wand.” She raised her spoon, and touched Sydney’s forehead with it. “See? I can do magic.”

“And what spell did you cast now?” Sydney asked.

“A love spell. So the prince can fall in love with you.”

Sydney and Vaughn looked at each other, with concerned expressions. He hurried to stop the uncomfortable silence that threatened to settle.

“The princes don’t need a spell to fall in love with the princesses, they always do it on their own. It’s in the story.”

“But you’re not following the story.” Ailish argued.

“The story isn’t finished yet, right?” He smiled at her. “Just like your breakfast. Eat it up.”

Ailish seemed to find some comfort in Vaughn’s words, and complied happily, devouring her pancakes and croissants.

“Do you think we can show mommy the hairy-man, Uncle Michael?” Ailish asked, swallowing another mouthpiece of her toast.

“Well, he’s not on the tour guide, but I think that could be arranged. Ailish, honey, what did you put inside this sandwich?”

“Lemme see… cheese, butter, ham, cream cheese, tomatoes… lettuce, peanut butter, banana-“

“Forget I asked.” Vaughn said, with a pained shrug.

“No pickles.” Ailish announced.

“Wonderful.” He forced a smile, and took a bite. “Umm yummy.”

Ailish seemed extremely proud of herself. There was nothing Vaughn could do but to eat the rest of it, so helped him God.

*-*-*

“It’s high up here.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Do people down on the street see us?”

“They see just little dots, just like we see just little dots down there.”

Ailish nodded with a thoughtful expression, and didn’t pursue the subject any further, continuing to look down. Sydney kept a firm grip on her daughter’s arm, just in case.

“You know, I have been in Paris a countless number of times, but I had never actually been to the Eiffel Tower.” Sydney said.

“I can’t believe that.”

“It’s true. There was never really time, you know, between the breaking into buildings, running away from guards and all that.”

“Guess it’s understandable.”

“But I’m glad I got to see it now. It’s a view one can’t forget.”

“Yeah… it’s number three in my list.”

“What are the two firsts?”

“Number two is at the countryside, my grandmother’s house. It’s breathtaking. The whole house was full of windows, and sometimes you’d just catch yourself staring out from one of them, in pure awe. The lights of Paris are nothing compared to the light of the stars on my grandmother’s sky.”

“It sounds wonderful.”

“It is.”

“And what’s number one?”

Vaughn shook his head, with a half-smile.

“I won’t tell you.”

“Oh, Vaughn, come on.”

He continued to refuse with his head.

“Nope. It’s a secret.”

“A secret?”

“Everyone ought to have one secret, especially a silly one. It makes life interesting.”

“It doesn’t make life interesting. It makes me curious.”

“You could always try to find out on your own.”

“How exactly do expect me to do that?”

“I don’t know. You are the one with the super spy abilities.”

“You’re just evil, you know?”

“I’ve been working on that reputation, thank you very much.”

Sydney grinned, and made a gesture of defeat.

“Fine. Tell me more about number two, then.”

“I’ll take you there.” Vaughn said. “It’s not too far from here. Then you’ll see it for yourself.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

“I’ve been working weekends and extra hours since I came back. I can take a break.”

“Does your grandmother still live there?”

“No, she passed away years ago. My mother lives in the house now, but I guess I just got used to call it grandma’s house.”

“You said your mother traveled a lot. Is she at the house now?”

“Yeah, she just got back from Bangkok a couple of days ago.”

“So… I’ll meet your mother.”

“Yeah, guess you will. When do you have to go back home?”

“Friday. Final teachers meeting.”

“You hate those. Any change of you missing and sticking around for a while?”

“Oh, I wish. They’d kill me if I didn’t show.”

“I know.” Vaughn smiled sympathetically. “So we’ll go there tomorrow. I’ll call mom to confirm it, but I think there won’t be any problems; she’ll probably be delighted. Today’s Saturday… we can stay there until, say, Tuesday, and then come back to do some more tourism around the city. Agree?”

“Completely.”

They smiled at each other. Things were back to normal, and Sydney wondered if that was a good, or a bad thing.
 
:D That's sooooooooo sweet!!!!!!!!!!!It's a wonderful story! (y) Please post more soon......... :jump: :jump: :jump: I'd like to know what he cannot tell her.... :rolleyes: -->go on
 
Sydney AND Vaughn!!!!!!!!! This is a depressing story, the most angst ever in a fan fic. GREAT JOB, can't wait to read next post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
i love this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i definatly love the sandwich and the hairy-man part that was priceless!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1write more as soon as u can!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Wonderful...I loved the chapter!!!! And the sandwich....I couldn't have been happier when Vaughn said he didn't wan to know...neither did I. I can't wait for more, great job!
 

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