OK, Here's teh whole story and then I'll write the "possible R-Rated part"
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Sydney ran down the hall as fast as she could. Someone was following her, but she didn’t know who. Ahead of her she could hear pounding footsteps. Thoughts were running through her brain. Who’s behind me? Who’s ahead of me? Why am I running?
Though she wanted to stop running, her legs were growing weak and her lungs were burning. She knew if she stopped, that something would get her. As she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Before her, lay two figures. A man in a black ski mask was struggling with his victim. Syd couldn’t see his face. She saw the masked assailants’s weapon. An Ice Pic. Oh my g-d, Sydney thought. Suddenly, the room changed. She was back at Valenko‘s mansion in Mackay. Though, now, the man who was putting up the struggle wasn’t Valenko. It was Vaughn.
Sydney watched in horror as history repeated itself. The two fought until finally a fatal mistake was made and Vaughn fell to the ground. Sydney’s heart lurched. “VAUGHN!!!” She screamed with all her might and this caused her adversary to turn around and face her.
This time, knowing who was under the mask, she pounced on him letting he rage control her. She didn’t care about her former lover or that he might kill her. All she cared about was Vaughn. Her swift motions were countered by her opponent’s, but she soon had him beat. Finding a knife she plunged it at him at sliced into his torso as hard as she could. But he still remained standing and unharmed. Trying hard, Sydney fought him to the best of her abilities but he seemed super human. He knocked her down, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Helpless Sydney sat there, ready to die.
A second before the trigger was pulled, Vaughn managed to maneuver his body in front of her’s to absorb the bullet. “NOOOO!!! VAUGHN!!! Oh my g-d, oh my g-d! Why- why did you do that?” she managed to say as she sobbed. Tears streaking her face fell on the floor and made a puddle. Lying in Sydney’s arms Vaughn wiped away a tear and simply replied, “Because I love you.” His eyes shut and caused Sydney to scream in pain. “Vaughn no!!! Wake up Vaughn. Vaughn, love you too. Vaughn..... Vaughn......
Vaughn’s murder took off his mask, but it wasn’t Noah Hicks. It was Sydney.
Sydney woke up and sat up straight on her bed. She was breathing hard and tears overflowed her eyes again. Shaking violently, she turned on a light. She started to sob again out loud, knowing that Francie was away and that no one could hear her. Still shaken, she went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, then went to the bathroom to wash her face. A little more relaxed, she climbed back into bed, but kept the light on. She didn’t want to go back to sleep. She didn’t want to dream like that ever again.
She fell asleep again and woke back up around seven o’ clock. She hadn’t had another dream and was relieved. She took a shower and got ready to go to work. When she got out, she heard the phone ring and it was Francie. She called to say that she wouldn’t be back home again tonight. She was going to Seattle with a friend she met at the restaurant and she was sorry. Sydney said it was okay and that she had to go to work, but that she would see Francie when she got back. She wondered where Will was, but didn’t have time to call before her pager rang. She read: SLOANE 911!
She finished getting ready and got in her car and headed to work. Just as she was ready to head into the Credit Dauphine entrance, her cell phone rang and it was Vaughn. Hearing his voice made her happy knowing that her dream was really just a dream. But her joy soon turned to uncertainty when she heard what he had to say.
“Sydney! Don’t go to SD-6! Sloane found out about you and your father. We have to get you out of here now!” Vaughn screamed over the phone.
“But, how...why....what are we going to do?” Sydney frantically replied.
“Meet me at the warehouse. Make sure your not followed and we’ll get out of here as soon as possible.”
Sydney stopped. “We’re.....?” she questioned.
“Get here and I’ll explain everything.” Vaughn hung up. Sydney didn’t know what was going on but she knew it was bad because Vaughn was having to come with her. Her mind raced. She made a sharp U-turn out of the parking lot and sped out of there.
At the warehouse, Sydney parked her car and ran into the building. She saw Vaughn and flew over to him. Before she could ask any questions, Vaughn began to speak.
“Syd, we don’t have much time. Somehow, Sloane found out about you and your father. There was a hit put out through security section on you. We don’t know how the found out but we have to get out of here.”
“About the *we* part. Why are you coming with me?” Sydney asked, not minding that he was coming along.
“There is a suspected mole in the CIA again and they think if we go together and lie low, they can find the mole on their own. Agent Lennox and your father will be in charge of conducting the search. Our flight leaves in 30 minutes, we should get going.”
“Okay, but what are our aliases? Where are we going?” Sydney asked with the attention span of a five year old.
“We’re going to Paris as Mr. and Mrs. Paul and Annika Lei, a newlywed couple from New York on Vacation. The only people who know where we’re going are us, your father and Kendall. We need to change into our disguises. I’ll change in my car, you can change in here.” Vaughn handed her a bag with clothes to wear now, and a suitcase for the rest of the “vacation” also a purse with money, a passport and other nessecities.
“Vaughn...” She wanted so badly to say ‘You can change in here with me’, but knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to say now. “Vaughn.... I’m glad your coming with me.”
“Me too.” Vaughn said with sweet smile. G-d I love that smile, Sydney thought.
Sydney emerged wearing a medium long auburn wig, a short light pink flower dress with matching stilettos and handbag. Hidden on the inside of her thigh was her gun loaded and ready to fire. Vaughn was waiting for her in a red corvette, obviously loaned from the CIA, wearing sunglasses, a blue shirt and khaki’s with a matching khaki jacket.
As Sydney approached the car, she pulled her own sunglasses and slid into the leather passenger seat. “Nice Ride.” Sydney remarked jokingly. Vaughn smiled in acknowledgment concentrating on the road.
“The CIA has already booked a hotel for when we land in Paris. Once we get on the plane it should be smooth sailing.” He said hopefully.
The ride progressed in the same manor. When they got to the airport, however, it was show time. They carried their luggage to the front desk and bought their tickets. They went through the security gate and waited for their flight. They boarded first with the other first class passengers and took their seats. They were both tense until the plane lifted off and was high in the sky. They started to relax and Sydney realized how stressful this day had been.
“Paul, dear, if it’s alright with you, I’m going to take a quick nap. If I don’t wake up in a few hours, you wake me up ok?”
“Whatever you say darling.” Vaughn replied as he slipped his arm around her shoulder. She knew this was part of the act, so she laid her head on his shoulder. But I still wouldn’t mind sleeping like this more often, She thought to herself.
Right before she dozed off, she started to remember her dream she had earlier this morning, and decided just to lay there quietly. I don’t want to make Vaughn uncomfortable, I’ll just stay like this for a while, She thought with a smile. He sensed her smile and kissed her on the top of her head. Did he just do that? Sydney thought. Did I just do that?
Vaughn thought at the exact same time. They both managed to keep their cool somehow, and didn’t speak until the stewardess came by and offered them some refreshments.
“No thank you.” Syd responded politely and Vaughn did the same.
“So..” Syd managed to say within the awkward silence, “How long is this flight again?”
“Oh I’d say about 10 hours at max.”Vaughn replied nonchalantly.
“You grew up in France, didn’t you, Vaughn.” Syd whispered quietly so no one would here.
“Yeah, if we get a chance, I’ll show you the house where I grew up.”
He said shifting so she could look at him. They gazed into each others eyes for a moment and both saw desire in each others eyes. But that special moment was interrupted by a small child kicking that backs off their seats.
“Maybe I should ask the stewardess if she has any Tylenol.” Syd commented. “This is going to be a long trip.” She smiled. G-d I love that smile, Vaughn thought. He smiled back. G-d I love that smile, Sydney thought blushing a little.
“Maybe you should ask for some sleeping pills instead. This IS going to be a long trip.” Vaughn replied.
The rest of the flight, they acted like the perfect couple getting ready for their ‘honeymoon’. When the plan landed, they gathered their things and took a cab to the hotel.
“Names please?” the Attendment asked.
“Paul Lei, L-E-I.”Vaughn replied smoothly.
“Ah...yes, Mr. And Mrs. Lei. You have the honeymoon suite. I hope you enjoy your stay and the magnificent view!”
I wonder what the view is?
They reached the room door, Room 447, and took a look around. Sydney went to the balcony and gasped when she saw the view the man was talking about. The one and only Eiffel Tower.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Vaughn commented. And I don’t mean the tower either.
But all Sydney could do was nod. Ok, I’m in the Honeymoon suite with the most GORGEOUS man I could ever imagine I the most GORGEOUS room I could ever imagine.
Vaughn steeped close enough to Sydney to so that he could taken in all of her aroma’s. He could smell the combination of shampoo, perfume and soap. She smells so good. Vaughn thought.
Wow, Vaughn is REALLY close. Not that I mind or anything but this might mess up the mission.... My G-D!! We’re not even on a mission! Were here to take in the sights and to lie low. We don’t have to do anything!! Realizing this, she turned around to face him. They were face-to-face and almost nose-to-nose.
They gazed into each other’s eyes and just stood there like that for at least 2 minutes. Finally, Sydney leaned in and hugged Vaughn. Vaughn hugged her back. After a while Sydney managed to say, “What are we going to do Vaughn?” He looked at her and said, “WE are going to enjoy ourselves as much as we can and lie low, make sure no one finds you. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, Sydney.”
“I know you will, Vaughn. You always have.”Syd answered.
Vaughn’s eyes shone with passion. “Syd.” she looked back up at him.”You can call me Michael...or Paul or whatever.” His voice quavered. What is he trying to say? Ok, Syd STOP OVER ANALYzING AND SAY SOMETHING!! But she couldn’t say anything.
She was speechless, (Need anymore synonyms?) And all she could do was smile back at him. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She searched his eyes and he searched hers. What should I do? Syd thought. She decided to speak. “I guess we should unpack shouldn’t we?”
“Yeah, I guess we should.” And with that remark, they slowly came together in a kiss.
They each took in the kiss slowly as to savor that moment forever. If only their brains hadn't been working right then. OMG! DID I JUST DO THAT? DID HE JUST LET ME DO THAT? Syd Thought. What Am I thinkng? If SD-6 saw us... oh, wait there i go over analyzing. They already know about me. SO what's the big deal. SYD! Vaughn's the big deal!! I f they see you with him, they might kill him too and YOU DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN EVER! As much as she didn't want to she ended the kiss.
Right away, Vaughn started apologizing. "Syd, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I just...."
"Vaughn..eh.. Michael..eh.. Paul! Don't apologize. I wanted that to happen, I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Your'e right Syd, we just need to clear our heads and not let that happen again." They looked into each others eyes and then gave into their desire once again. This time, a little beter aquainted, they kissed more passionatley and explored a little more.
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Sydney ran down the hall as fast as she could. Someone was following her, but she didn’t know who. Ahead of her she could hear pounding footsteps. Thoughts were running through her brain. Who’s behind me? Who’s ahead of me? Why am I running?
Though she wanted to stop running, her legs were growing weak and her lungs were burning. She knew if she stopped, that something would get her. As she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Before her, lay two figures. A man in a black ski mask was struggling with his victim. Syd couldn’t see his face. She saw the masked assailants’s weapon. An Ice Pic. Oh my g-d, Sydney thought. Suddenly, the room changed. She was back at Valenko‘s mansion in Mackay. Though, now, the man who was putting up the struggle wasn’t Valenko. It was Vaughn.
Sydney watched in horror as history repeated itself. The two fought until finally a fatal mistake was made and Vaughn fell to the ground. Sydney’s heart lurched. “VAUGHN!!!” She screamed with all her might and this caused her adversary to turn around and face her.
This time, knowing who was under the mask, she pounced on him letting he rage control her. She didn’t care about her former lover or that he might kill her. All she cared about was Vaughn. Her swift motions were countered by her opponent’s, but she soon had him beat. Finding a knife she plunged it at him at sliced into his torso as hard as she could. But he still remained standing and unharmed. Trying hard, Sydney fought him to the best of her abilities but he seemed super human. He knocked her down, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Helpless Sydney sat there, ready to die.
A second before the trigger was pulled, Vaughn managed to maneuver his body in front of her’s to absorb the bullet. “NOOOO!!! VAUGHN!!! Oh my g-d, oh my g-d! Why- why did you do that?” she managed to say as she sobbed. Tears streaking her face fell on the floor and made a puddle. Lying in Sydney’s arms Vaughn wiped away a tear and simply replied, “Because I love you.” His eyes shut and caused Sydney to scream in pain. “Vaughn no!!! Wake up Vaughn. Vaughn, love you too. Vaughn..... Vaughn......
Vaughn’s murder took off his mask, but it wasn’t Noah Hicks. It was Sydney.
Sydney woke up and sat up straight on her bed. She was breathing hard and tears overflowed her eyes again. Shaking violently, she turned on a light. She started to sob again out loud, knowing that Francie was away and that no one could hear her. Still shaken, she went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, then went to the bathroom to wash her face. A little more relaxed, she climbed back into bed, but kept the light on. She didn’t want to go back to sleep. She didn’t want to dream like that ever again.
She fell asleep again and woke back up around seven o’ clock. She hadn’t had another dream and was relieved. She took a shower and got ready to go to work. When she got out, she heard the phone ring and it was Francie. She called to say that she wouldn’t be back home again tonight. She was going to Seattle with a friend she met at the restaurant and she was sorry. Sydney said it was okay and that she had to go to work, but that she would see Francie when she got back. She wondered where Will was, but didn’t have time to call before her pager rang. She read: SLOANE 911!
She finished getting ready and got in her car and headed to work. Just as she was ready to head into the Credit Dauphine entrance, her cell phone rang and it was Vaughn. Hearing his voice made her happy knowing that her dream was really just a dream. But her joy soon turned to uncertainty when she heard what he had to say.
“Sydney! Don’t go to SD-6! Sloane found out about you and your father. We have to get you out of here now!” Vaughn screamed over the phone.
“But, how...why....what are we going to do?” Sydney frantically replied.
“Meet me at the warehouse. Make sure your not followed and we’ll get out of here as soon as possible.”
Sydney stopped. “We’re.....?” she questioned.
“Get here and I’ll explain everything.” Vaughn hung up. Sydney didn’t know what was going on but she knew it was bad because Vaughn was having to come with her. Her mind raced. She made a sharp U-turn out of the parking lot and sped out of there.
At the warehouse, Sydney parked her car and ran into the building. She saw Vaughn and flew over to him. Before she could ask any questions, Vaughn began to speak.
“Syd, we don’t have much time. Somehow, Sloane found out about you and your father. There was a hit put out through security section on you. We don’t know how the found out but we have to get out of here.”
“About the *we* part. Why are you coming with me?” Sydney asked, not minding that he was coming along.
“There is a suspected mole in the CIA again and they think if we go together and lie low, they can find the mole on their own. Agent Lennox and your father will be in charge of conducting the search. Our flight leaves in 30 minutes, we should get going.”
“Okay, but what are our aliases? Where are we going?” Sydney asked with the attention span of a five year old.
“We’re going to Paris as Mr. and Mrs. Paul and Annika Lei, a newlywed couple from New York on Vacation. The only people who know where we’re going are us, your father and Kendall. We need to change into our disguises. I’ll change in my car, you can change in here.” Vaughn handed her a bag with clothes to wear now, and a suitcase for the rest of the “vacation” also a purse with money, a passport and other nessecities.
“Vaughn...” She wanted so badly to say ‘You can change in here with me’, but knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to say now. “Vaughn.... I’m glad your coming with me.”
“Me too.” Vaughn said with sweet smile. G-d I love that smile, Sydney thought.
Sydney emerged wearing a medium long auburn wig, a short light pink flower dress with matching stilettos and handbag. Hidden on the inside of her thigh was her gun loaded and ready to fire. Vaughn was waiting for her in a red corvette, obviously loaned from the CIA, wearing sunglasses, a blue shirt and khaki’s with a matching khaki jacket.
As Sydney approached the car, she pulled her own sunglasses and slid into the leather passenger seat. “Nice Ride.” Sydney remarked jokingly. Vaughn smiled in acknowledgment concentrating on the road.
“The CIA has already booked a hotel for when we land in Paris. Once we get on the plane it should be smooth sailing.” He said hopefully.
The ride progressed in the same manor. When they got to the airport, however, it was show time. They carried their luggage to the front desk and bought their tickets. They went through the security gate and waited for their flight. They boarded first with the other first class passengers and took their seats. They were both tense until the plane lifted off and was high in the sky. They started to relax and Sydney realized how stressful this day had been.
“Paul, dear, if it’s alright with you, I’m going to take a quick nap. If I don’t wake up in a few hours, you wake me up ok?”
“Whatever you say darling.” Vaughn replied as he slipped his arm around her shoulder. She knew this was part of the act, so she laid her head on his shoulder. But I still wouldn’t mind sleeping like this more often, She thought to herself.
Right before she dozed off, she started to remember her dream she had earlier this morning, and decided just to lay there quietly. I don’t want to make Vaughn uncomfortable, I’ll just stay like this for a while, She thought with a smile. He sensed her smile and kissed her on the top of her head. Did he just do that? Sydney thought. Did I just do that?
Vaughn thought at the exact same time. They both managed to keep their cool somehow, and didn’t speak until the stewardess came by and offered them some refreshments.
“No thank you.” Syd responded politely and Vaughn did the same.
“So..” Syd managed to say within the awkward silence, “How long is this flight again?”
“Oh I’d say about 10 hours at max.”Vaughn replied nonchalantly.
“You grew up in France, didn’t you, Vaughn.” Syd whispered quietly so no one would here.
“Yeah, if we get a chance, I’ll show you the house where I grew up.”
He said shifting so she could look at him. They gazed into each others eyes for a moment and both saw desire in each others eyes. But that special moment was interrupted by a small child kicking that backs off their seats.
“Maybe I should ask the stewardess if she has any Tylenol.” Syd commented. “This is going to be a long trip.” She smiled. G-d I love that smile, Vaughn thought. He smiled back. G-d I love that smile, Sydney thought blushing a little.
“Maybe you should ask for some sleeping pills instead. This IS going to be a long trip.” Vaughn replied.
The rest of the flight, they acted like the perfect couple getting ready for their ‘honeymoon’. When the plan landed, they gathered their things and took a cab to the hotel.
“Names please?” the Attendment asked.
“Paul Lei, L-E-I.”Vaughn replied smoothly.
“Ah...yes, Mr. And Mrs. Lei. You have the honeymoon suite. I hope you enjoy your stay and the magnificent view!”
I wonder what the view is?
They reached the room door, Room 447, and took a look around. Sydney went to the balcony and gasped when she saw the view the man was talking about. The one and only Eiffel Tower.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Vaughn commented. And I don’t mean the tower either.
But all Sydney could do was nod. Ok, I’m in the Honeymoon suite with the most GORGEOUS man I could ever imagine I the most GORGEOUS room I could ever imagine.
Vaughn steeped close enough to Sydney to so that he could taken in all of her aroma’s. He could smell the combination of shampoo, perfume and soap. She smells so good. Vaughn thought.
Wow, Vaughn is REALLY close. Not that I mind or anything but this might mess up the mission.... My G-D!! We’re not even on a mission! Were here to take in the sights and to lie low. We don’t have to do anything!! Realizing this, she turned around to face him. They were face-to-face and almost nose-to-nose.
They gazed into each other’s eyes and just stood there like that for at least 2 minutes. Finally, Sydney leaned in and hugged Vaughn. Vaughn hugged her back. After a while Sydney managed to say, “What are we going to do Vaughn?” He looked at her and said, “WE are going to enjoy ourselves as much as we can and lie low, make sure no one finds you. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, Sydney.”
“I know you will, Vaughn. You always have.”Syd answered.
Vaughn’s eyes shone with passion. “Syd.” she looked back up at him.”You can call me Michael...or Paul or whatever.” His voice quavered. What is he trying to say? Ok, Syd STOP OVER ANALYzING AND SAY SOMETHING!! But she couldn’t say anything.
She was speechless, (Need anymore synonyms?) And all she could do was smile back at him. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She searched his eyes and he searched hers. What should I do? Syd thought. She decided to speak. “I guess we should unpack shouldn’t we?”
“Yeah, I guess we should.” And with that remark, they slowly came together in a kiss.
They each took in the kiss slowly as to savor that moment forever. If only their brains hadn't been working right then. OMG! DID I JUST DO THAT? DID HE JUST LET ME DO THAT? Syd Thought. What Am I thinkng? If SD-6 saw us... oh, wait there i go over analyzing. They already know about me. SO what's the big deal. SYD! Vaughn's the big deal!! I f they see you with him, they might kill him too and YOU DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN EVER! As much as she didn't want to she ended the kiss.
Right away, Vaughn started apologizing. "Syd, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I just...."
"Vaughn..eh.. Michael..eh.. Paul! Don't apologize. I wanted that to happen, I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Your'e right Syd, we just need to clear our heads and not let that happen again." They looked into each others eyes and then gave into their desire once again. This time, a little beter aquainted, they kissed more passionatley and explored a little more.
