Mrs O-Town
Cadet
Here it is:
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If Tomorrow Never Comes - Part 1
DISCLAIMER: As much as I would like to, I don’t own any of the characters in this fic or hold any rights to the song.
A/N: The song is ‘If Tomorrow Never Comes’ by Garth Brooks or Ronan Keating (whichever way you want to play it)
A/N: The song is in italics
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Vaughn tossed himself to his side and flicked on the bedside lamp. He looked at his cell phone to check if it was on – it was. He noted the time on his alarm clock;
3.15am.
Sydney should be back by now, he thought to himself.
Vaughn could never get any sleep when he knew Sydney was off on a mission, and so spent many a sleepless night listening to late night love songs on the radio, something he wasn’t going to reveal any time soon. He knew it wasn’t the best of choices, but it did the trick into sending him to sleep – for a while at least.
He wasn’t being over possessive of Sydney or anything, it was just all the danger and suspicion that came with the job – and Sydney unfortunately. You never knew what was lurking out there. There are some pretty ruthless people out there, you know. If Sydney hadn’t been caught or even killed on a mission, there was still the big possibility of SD-6 or K-Directorate getting hold of her.
Vaughn gulped hard at the thought and checked his phone again – nothing.
Vaughn tried to reassure himself. She’s smart, she can take care of herself. He told himself over and over again, but there was that little itch in his mind which refused to leave until he heard her soft voice on the phone, telling him that she was ok. He looked out of the window and realised it was pouring down with rain. He listened to its rhythmic drumming down the window pane and switched on his radio, letting the song on the radio play
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart
* * *
Sydney shifted uncomfortably in her stiff, itchy aeroplane seat, trying her best to get comfortable. With all the things she had to do for SD-6, you would have thought she deserved to fly business class on trips, but Claire Everson – or whoever she was supposed to be on this trip – didn’t.
She shifted into another position and another and then another, but every time she did, it aggravated the many bruises and cuts she had acquired on this latest mission – plus some from last week’s. She had gone solo on this trip, so she didn’t have Dixon or anyone to talk to. Well, she did, but that guy was creepy, he kept staring at her breasts (which could have something to do with the over padded bra SD-6 had forced her to wear). She had removed them though and soon enough, the creepy guy had fallen asleep. She checked her watch; 3.15am.
Sydney wondered what her friends would be doing now.
Sleeping most probably.
Sydney felt a tingle of envy go through her as she envisioned them tucked up safely in their cosy, warm, comfortable beds.
While they were having a nice and tasty dinner; Sydney was breaking into a vault in Mexico.
While they were having a relaxing hot bath complete with bubbles; Sydney was trying her best to copy a disk for both SD-6 and CIA before the burly, muscular security guards came.
While they were getting ready for bed; Sydney was busy beating up said guards thus resulting in previously mentioned bruises and lack of comfort.
Sydney lifted up the window blind and looked out of it. They were definitely in LA, she could tell because through the torrent of rain, she could she the fairground lights at the pier winking at her.
The pier.
Sydney wondered what Vaughn was doing right now. Probably sleeping. He once had let slip that he gets to sleep while listening to music playing softly in the background, so she decided to test that theory, tuning into the first station she came across on her radio/Discman. She sat back as comfortably as possible and let herself be absorbed into the lyrics of the song. As the plane came to a halt, Sydney watched the lights of LA become bigger and bigger, blurring slightly in the rain. She couldn’t wait for her next meeting with Vaughn. She wanted to meet him now, but feared that it would disturb him from his sleep and she was extremely tired herself, she just yearned to hear his voice. As she climbed out of the plane and made her way to her car, she stretched herself out. After all, there was always tomorrow.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
* * *
Vaughn looked at his phone and his watch again. It felt as if he had been waiting hours, but it was only less than a minute. Vaughn wanted to pick up the phone and call Sydney, but it was against protocol. Vaughn couldn’t help but feel drawn into the song. The words stirred up feelings that he had tried hard to repress when Weiss warned him about his growing ‘emotional attachment’ to Sydney. Weiss didn’t know what he was talking about – the only thing Weiss was emotionally attached to was pizza, hockey and beer (in that order). But he couldn’t help how he felt…and anyway, it wasn’t like he was in *love* with her or anything – right?
'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
* * *
Seconds later the phone rang. It shook Vaughn so much, he almost forgot to pick it up.
“Hello?” he answered, she sighed when he heard Sydney’s voice on the phone.
“I didn’t wake you up did I?” she asked, Vaughn took a moment to answer. Should he say ‘yes’ to keep up the pretence that he was blissfully sleeping when really he tossed and turned more times than a pancake.
“No, I wasn’t asleep,” Dammit Vaughn! Why do you have to be so damn honest? If he wasn’t careful he may accidentally slip something out.
“Good. I just landed and I’m in my car. I got the disks, both copies,”
“You get into any trouble?” he asked, the first thing he always wanted to know, aside from whether she was alive or not.
“Just a few guards who got their ass kicked – bastards broke my nail,” she added. Vaughn chuckled.
“Listen…”
“Look I…” the both said at the same time. They gave a short laugh before Vaughn told her to go first.
“I’ll give you the disks tonight…that is if you’re not busy,” Vaughn took the opportunity.
“No, that’s fine. The warehouse? I have to tell you something,” I love you, he admitted to himself, but it need the extra bit of courage for him to say it out loud. There was a pause from Sydney’s end.
“Ok, I’m on my way now, I need to tell you something too,” she agreed. Vaughn’s heart did flips and he ended the call, frantically looking for some jeans and a jacket. Shave? Nah, Sydney never sees my rough, unshaven look, he decided as he pulled on some trainers and grabbed his phone, car keys and ran out of the house.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
* * *
Sydney drove like a madwoman trying to get through the rain to the warehouse as fast as she could. She rehearsed what she was going to say.
‘Vaughn, I know that you and I work together and you’re my handler, but recently, you’ve become more than that. You’ve become my friend, my confidante, someone who I can trust to tell all of my distant ramblings to however irrelevant it is. I know that you risk your job sometimes for me and I’ve never fully appreciated it, never fully repaid you. I’ve found out that I can’t work without you, I can’t bring myself to have a closer relationship to anyone but you. I want more than that…I want to be seen with you, to go out for a meal, or hockey and maybe we can even enjoy a real Joey’s Pizza. All I’m trying to say is that I love you, and I hope you can love me too’.
Vaughn must be at the warehouse, waiting for me now, Sydney thought. She hoped that he didn’t give up on her and leave. She was almost there, when she ran into traffic. She groaned and tried to see through the rain. It looked like an accident. She grabbed her phone and started to dial Vaughn’s number as she got out to investigate, it rang once, rang twice as she edged nearer to the scene of the accident. Suddenly Sydney stopped, letting the phone continue ringing as her eyes set on the familiar number plate of the car, which had swerved off the road and into a wall. The front of the car was all smashed up and the roof cut open as the paramedics pulled the bloody casualty out of the car. Sydney’s grip on the phone tightened as she recognised his dusty blonde hair. She pushed through the crowd as tears stung her eyes like onions. Sydney’s heart jumped when she heard Vaughn’s voice
‘Hi, this is Vaughn’ voicemail, she realised as her heart sunk ‘I’m busy at the moment so just leave a message’ then the beep.
“I love you,” Sydney muttered absent mindedly as she hung up and raced to the body, just in time to see the limp, crushed body being covered and pronounced. Sydney ran to him, being pulled away by a paramedic as she hysterically cried out his name, begging him to answer her.
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
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Please give me feedback!
Mrs O xXx
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If Tomorrow Never Comes - Part 1
DISCLAIMER: As much as I would like to, I don’t own any of the characters in this fic or hold any rights to the song.
A/N: The song is ‘If Tomorrow Never Comes’ by Garth Brooks or Ronan Keating (whichever way you want to play it)
A/N: The song is in italics
<><><*><><>
Vaughn tossed himself to his side and flicked on the bedside lamp. He looked at his cell phone to check if it was on – it was. He noted the time on his alarm clock;
3.15am.
Sydney should be back by now, he thought to himself.
Vaughn could never get any sleep when he knew Sydney was off on a mission, and so spent many a sleepless night listening to late night love songs on the radio, something he wasn’t going to reveal any time soon. He knew it wasn’t the best of choices, but it did the trick into sending him to sleep – for a while at least.
He wasn’t being over possessive of Sydney or anything, it was just all the danger and suspicion that came with the job – and Sydney unfortunately. You never knew what was lurking out there. There are some pretty ruthless people out there, you know. If Sydney hadn’t been caught or even killed on a mission, there was still the big possibility of SD-6 or K-Directorate getting hold of her.
Vaughn gulped hard at the thought and checked his phone again – nothing.
Vaughn tried to reassure himself. She’s smart, she can take care of herself. He told himself over and over again, but there was that little itch in his mind which refused to leave until he heard her soft voice on the phone, telling him that she was ok. He looked out of the window and realised it was pouring down with rain. He listened to its rhythmic drumming down the window pane and switched on his radio, letting the song on the radio play
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart
* * *
Sydney shifted uncomfortably in her stiff, itchy aeroplane seat, trying her best to get comfortable. With all the things she had to do for SD-6, you would have thought she deserved to fly business class on trips, but Claire Everson – or whoever she was supposed to be on this trip – didn’t.
She shifted into another position and another and then another, but every time she did, it aggravated the many bruises and cuts she had acquired on this latest mission – plus some from last week’s. She had gone solo on this trip, so she didn’t have Dixon or anyone to talk to. Well, she did, but that guy was creepy, he kept staring at her breasts (which could have something to do with the over padded bra SD-6 had forced her to wear). She had removed them though and soon enough, the creepy guy had fallen asleep. She checked her watch; 3.15am.
Sydney wondered what her friends would be doing now.
Sleeping most probably.
Sydney felt a tingle of envy go through her as she envisioned them tucked up safely in their cosy, warm, comfortable beds.
While they were having a nice and tasty dinner; Sydney was breaking into a vault in Mexico.
While they were having a relaxing hot bath complete with bubbles; Sydney was trying her best to copy a disk for both SD-6 and CIA before the burly, muscular security guards came.
While they were getting ready for bed; Sydney was busy beating up said guards thus resulting in previously mentioned bruises and lack of comfort.
Sydney lifted up the window blind and looked out of it. They were definitely in LA, she could tell because through the torrent of rain, she could she the fairground lights at the pier winking at her.
The pier.
Sydney wondered what Vaughn was doing right now. Probably sleeping. He once had let slip that he gets to sleep while listening to music playing softly in the background, so she decided to test that theory, tuning into the first station she came across on her radio/Discman. She sat back as comfortably as possible and let herself be absorbed into the lyrics of the song. As the plane came to a halt, Sydney watched the lights of LA become bigger and bigger, blurring slightly in the rain. She couldn’t wait for her next meeting with Vaughn. She wanted to meet him now, but feared that it would disturb him from his sleep and she was extremely tired herself, she just yearned to hear his voice. As she climbed out of the plane and made her way to her car, she stretched herself out. After all, there was always tomorrow.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
* * *
Vaughn looked at his phone and his watch again. It felt as if he had been waiting hours, but it was only less than a minute. Vaughn wanted to pick up the phone and call Sydney, but it was against protocol. Vaughn couldn’t help but feel drawn into the song. The words stirred up feelings that he had tried hard to repress when Weiss warned him about his growing ‘emotional attachment’ to Sydney. Weiss didn’t know what he was talking about – the only thing Weiss was emotionally attached to was pizza, hockey and beer (in that order). But he couldn’t help how he felt…and anyway, it wasn’t like he was in *love* with her or anything – right?
'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
* * *
Seconds later the phone rang. It shook Vaughn so much, he almost forgot to pick it up.
“Hello?” he answered, she sighed when he heard Sydney’s voice on the phone.
“I didn’t wake you up did I?” she asked, Vaughn took a moment to answer. Should he say ‘yes’ to keep up the pretence that he was blissfully sleeping when really he tossed and turned more times than a pancake.
“No, I wasn’t asleep,” Dammit Vaughn! Why do you have to be so damn honest? If he wasn’t careful he may accidentally slip something out.
“Good. I just landed and I’m in my car. I got the disks, both copies,”
“You get into any trouble?” he asked, the first thing he always wanted to know, aside from whether she was alive or not.
“Just a few guards who got their ass kicked – bastards broke my nail,” she added. Vaughn chuckled.
“Listen…”
“Look I…” the both said at the same time. They gave a short laugh before Vaughn told her to go first.
“I’ll give you the disks tonight…that is if you’re not busy,” Vaughn took the opportunity.
“No, that’s fine. The warehouse? I have to tell you something,” I love you, he admitted to himself, but it need the extra bit of courage for him to say it out loud. There was a pause from Sydney’s end.
“Ok, I’m on my way now, I need to tell you something too,” she agreed. Vaughn’s heart did flips and he ended the call, frantically looking for some jeans and a jacket. Shave? Nah, Sydney never sees my rough, unshaven look, he decided as he pulled on some trainers and grabbed his phone, car keys and ran out of the house.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
* * *
Sydney drove like a madwoman trying to get through the rain to the warehouse as fast as she could. She rehearsed what she was going to say.
‘Vaughn, I know that you and I work together and you’re my handler, but recently, you’ve become more than that. You’ve become my friend, my confidante, someone who I can trust to tell all of my distant ramblings to however irrelevant it is. I know that you risk your job sometimes for me and I’ve never fully appreciated it, never fully repaid you. I’ve found out that I can’t work without you, I can’t bring myself to have a closer relationship to anyone but you. I want more than that…I want to be seen with you, to go out for a meal, or hockey and maybe we can even enjoy a real Joey’s Pizza. All I’m trying to say is that I love you, and I hope you can love me too’.
Vaughn must be at the warehouse, waiting for me now, Sydney thought. She hoped that he didn’t give up on her and leave. She was almost there, when she ran into traffic. She groaned and tried to see through the rain. It looked like an accident. She grabbed her phone and started to dial Vaughn’s number as she got out to investigate, it rang once, rang twice as she edged nearer to the scene of the accident. Suddenly Sydney stopped, letting the phone continue ringing as her eyes set on the familiar number plate of the car, which had swerved off the road and into a wall. The front of the car was all smashed up and the roof cut open as the paramedics pulled the bloody casualty out of the car. Sydney’s grip on the phone tightened as she recognised his dusty blonde hair. She pushed through the crowd as tears stung her eyes like onions. Sydney’s heart jumped when she heard Vaughn’s voice
‘Hi, this is Vaughn’ voicemail, she realised as her heart sunk ‘I’m busy at the moment so just leave a message’ then the beep.
“I love you,” Sydney muttered absent mindedly as she hung up and raced to the body, just in time to see the limp, crushed body being covered and pronounced. Sydney ran to him, being pulled away by a paramedic as she hysterically cried out his name, begging him to answer her.
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
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Please give me feedback!
Mrs O xXx
