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mystery_chick
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lol. jo got her computer take away, so she can't write. and neither of us have a clue when she can write again. but i promise i wont' let this drop. if she doesn't want or can't write it. I'll pick it up when i have time in the summer. I can't believe you went and digged this from its grave!!!!
--mandy
--mandy
Nephthys18Isis
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Hey everyone I'm new here, but.............AHHHH!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS FANFIC IS SO GREAT!! *whimpers* Too bad it can't be finished soon......oh well, im patient........I just CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS STUFF!!
Avrilfan89
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Please post!! We're dieing from the suspense!!
-Amber
-Amber
aliasjgfanaticmv
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umm sorry guys, I still have no computer... but Mandy and have reached a decision, if I don't have it back by the time she finishes with LMLD and I'm busy with other things, then she can go on and finish it.
Crawstinium
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wow i just found this, its great!! i hope you guys can write more soon
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mystery_chick
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who remember this fic?! :lol: raise your hand if you remember this! lol any ways wonderful wonderful jo wrote another chapter!!! yay! sooo for all of you. enjoy
Chapter 4: Revisiting Rousseau
It felt like my lungs were going to burst from being crushed so tightly. “So you like the surprise?” I ask her when she finally pulls away.
“Like it? I love it!” She exclaims, beaming. She pulls me in excitedly, holding onto my arm.
“Welcome to Rousseau,” a waiter greets us. “Do you have reservations? Or no?” he asks.
“Yes, we have reservations for Michael Vaughn please,” I tell him. At this, the waiter’s eyes light up.
“Ah yes, please follow me,” he replies, grabbing two menus.
We follow him around several tables and up a flight of stairs. “Where are we going?” Syd asks in confusion.
The waiter turned around and smiled. “You remember there is an upstairs, yes? We have a special room for dining along with the inn.” He turns around and continues up the stairs.
We keep following, reaching the top and are led down a hallway. At the very end is a door. The waiter stops to open it. I look at Syd to see her reaction. Her jaw is dropping as she stands in awe of the room. But understandably so. There are several tables set up around the room, the candles that are lit give off a soft glow, rose petals cover the ground, there’s a quartet of two violins, a viola, and a cello playing music quietly. There are huge window with breath taking views of the night sky and the city. There were a few other couples in there, but the room was made so they didn’t even notice us walk in. The waiter showed us to a table by a window overlooking the city. I pull out Sydney’s chair for her. Taking a seat in my own chair, the waiter hands us our menus.
“The owner of the restaurant would like to serve you tonight, and he is waiting right over there. Take your time to look over the menu and he will take your order shortly.” With that, he turns around to exit. We look over at the inn keeper, who smiles at us.
After our orders have been taken, we talk easily about anything and everything possible. It just feels so natural and so comfortable to be on a date with her, I think to myself. We talk the night away, oblivious to the other couples when they leave.
Inn Keeper’s POV
Those two look so in love. Even from this distance, you can see how much they care for each other, in the subtle movements, the looks that pass between them, their emotions are clearly written out on their faces. They remind me of my Elaine and I, may she rest in peace.
We were both so in love, much like those two. We also both worked for the CIA. We were partners together in the field, and we worked well together. I can’t say when exactly we knew we were in love with each. It just happened. Obviously, the CIA wasn’t very happy, but there was nothing they could do, love always finds a way. Sadly, she died during a mission, our last mission to be precise. We had both agreed we were going to leave the CIA together, and find new jobs. During the last part of our mission, we were compromised. I would have been killed, had she not throw herself in front of me. After she died, I decided I would never love again, I would show no emotion. Much like Jack Bristow was before Sydney was recruited. Nothing would effect me, but seeing those two, Michael and Sydney, together, it reminds me of Elaine and I when we were their age, so young and in love.
Enough of the past, I decide. I check my watch, it’s nearly midnight, all the other couples have left, they’re still here, talking. An idea comes to me. Checking my pocket for the keys, I approach them. “If you are finished, I would be happy to clear away your dishes. Also, once again, it is very late, and you have drunk very much. Perhaps you will consider taking a room in my inn? You would be my guests,” I tell them, remembering our previous conversation. I see they are about to protest, so I continue. “Please, it would mean very much to me, I would feel insulted if you turned my offer down.” They turn to look at each other, I can see in their eyes that they are silently discussing it.
Sydney nods her head ever so slightly, and Michael answers. “We’d be delighted to accept it, thank you for your kind offer.”
I wave them off, “It is no trouble at all,” I tell them, placing a key down on the table. Hoping my idea will work, I continue on. “Also, I have an empty sea side villa that I frequently rent out. I’d like to offer you it, as I have no more use for it,” I start.
“Oh no, we couldn’t accept that!” Sydney says, flustered. “That’s just too much. I’m sure you can still rent it out, and maybe you can give it to your children later on,” she suggests. I frown inwardly at that.
“It’s not that big of a deal, but I suppose that if you do not want it, I won’t pressure you any further,” I say, another idea coming to me. “If you’re all done here, I’ll clean up, and you can go to your room,” I tell them, taking the money for the bill and picking up some of the dishes. I see them look at each other, and I turn to leave, a smile on my face.
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Vaughn’s POV
“Shall we?” I ask, getting up and offering her my arm.
“We shall,” she replies, flashing me one of the heart stopping grins. Linking arms, we walk slowly to the room, both a little lightheaded from the wine we had and we’re leaning onto each other for support.
Stopping in front of the doorway, I pull out the key and unlock the door. The room is simple, yet beautiful. It has a closet and bathroom, two Italian furnished nightstands that go well with the canopied queen bed. In a corner by a window is a small table for two. “After you,” I tell her, extending my arm to guide her in.
She walks in and stops in the middle of the room. I come up behind her and envelope her in my arms, breathing in her sweet scent. She giggles as I plant small kisses on her neck, starting from her collar bone and slowly working my way up to her ear lobe. “Vaughn..” She starts. I mumble a response. “Vaughn, we can’t do this yet, this is our first date after all,” she tells me smiling.
I mutter something I can’t even recognize as English or any other language. She laughs, her light, musical laugh. “What was that?”
I pause for a second, pondering what I had just said. “I have no idea,” I tell her honestly. “But I’m all for waiting, if that’s what you want.” I continue kissing her.
“Vaughn, I thought you were going to stop,” she says through a wide smile.
“I never said I’d stop kissing you, I just said I’d wait. And I am, I’m just torturing you in the process,” I tell her. She pushes me away slightly.
“Well, as much as I don’t want you to stop, I think we should get some sleep.” She crosses the room and inspects the bed. “Do you think we should share the bed? I mean, there really isn’t anywhere else for someone to sleep.”
I raise my eyebrows suggestively. She takes a pillow and chucks it at me, hitting me in the face before I can react. “Be serious, will you?” She cries.
“All right, all right!” I say in mock defeat. “I don’t see a problem with sharing a bed, even if this is the first real date. Besides, we’re both grown ups, and I promise I won’t try a thing,” I add with a smile.
Sighing, she collapses onto the bed. “Am I supposed to sleep in these clothes or something?” she asks me, giving me a look. Before I open my mouth, there’s a knock on the door.
A puzzled look crosses both our faces as I go to the door. Opening it, I see that it’s the inn keeper. “I’m sorry to disturb you at this late hour in the night, but I thought you might consider using some of the sleeping clothes that the inn provides in such instances that you are in,” he tells us, offering us each a pair.
I raise my eyebrows at this. “How did you know our sizes?” I question, a little apprehensive as I take them from his hands.
He shrugs. “I merely guessed. If you don’t want them, you are not obligated to use them. They’ve never been used before either, so don’t worry about anything of that sort. Well, I must depart, I’ve other things to tend to. Good night,” he says, hurrying off.
I turn around to face Syd. “What do you think?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “Well, for one thing, it sure beats sleeping in these clothes! I don’t see why it would hurt,” she says, taking a pair and retreating to the bathroom. Shaking my head, I grab the other pair and pull them on quickly. It must have been a full 10 minutes later when she came back out.
“Geez Sydney, have a little trouble in there?” I ask her kiddingly. She throws me a look.
“If it really matters that much, I was brushing my teeth!” She says in mock anger, putting on an insulted look. This woman is just too sweet. I extend my arms and pull her to me.
“Syd,” I murmur, emotions swirling around my stomach from the closeness, “What were you brushing them with? I didn’t happen to have any toothbrushes in my pocket.”
She draws away. “With my fingers Vaughn!” She cries in exasperation. I look at her, amused. “I don’t care if it’s just one night without brushing my teeth, hygiene is very important to me!” This woman is just too much. I bring her back to me, holding her in my arms.
We just stand there for a few minutes, our arms wrapped around each other, and I swear this has got to be heaven. Breathing in her sweet scent, my face buried in her hair, I know I can just stay like this forever and not want anything more. My thoughts are broken as I hear her try to smother a yawn. “Sydney?” I hear a muffled noise. “Do you want to go to bed?” She shakes her head feebly and leans into me more.
It isn’t long until I feel her weight sink into me. She’s asleep. A small smile finds it’s way to my lips as I pick her up and carry her over to the bed, tucking her in and then going to the other side. Sliding under the covers, I turn onto my side to watch her. I can’t believe this is all real, I think, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. I could watch her sleep all night. Unfortunately, things don’t work out and I’m asleep within minutes.
Next Morning
Surprisingly, I’m awake before she is, so I just settle for watching her again. Not one thought enters my mind except for how beautiful she is. I don’t know how much time has even gone by until her eyes start to flutter as consciousness creeps into her. “Hey sleepyhead,” I greet her. “Have a good sleep?”
She gives me a smile. “One of the best ever. How about you?” I just nod. “Do we really have to go?” She whispers, her eyes begging me to say no.
“I think we do,” I say, feeling a small tug at my heart when I see her face fall. “Besides, we have other plans,” I tell her mischievously. Her mouth opens, so I cut in before she says anything. “We should probably get ready to go,” I tell her, getting out of the bed and regretting it a second later. She groans and burrows under the covers, mumbling something about an ungrateful somethingorother and she’s not going anywhere.
Once again, I’m wondering just what the hell happened to have things end up like this. A letter by the door catches my eye. “Hey Syd?” She just grumbles. “Did you leave this letter here?” I pick it up and start to open it. A key falls into my hand. The sheets rustle and her head pops out from under the covers.
“Letter? What letter?” She asks confused. “If this is some trick to get me out of bed. . .” she lets her threat end there and drags herself out of the bed to come see.
“It’s from the innkeeper,” I say. “It’s a key to his Seaside Villa…” Skimming over the letter, I read that he was giving it to us. Then the shocking part.
“He’s in the CIA?” Sydney asks, astounded. “Okay, I’m wide awake now. We get the seaside villa too?” A smile graces her face. “He thinks we’re just like him and his wife…”
“Should we keep the key Syd?” I wonder. She gives me a look. The look that says, what-are-you-kidding-me-of-course-we-are. “Right, right. Well, we need to get going sometime soon,” I tell her. Huffing in annoyance, she brushes past me and goes to the bathroom. It’s all an act I know, and I can’t wait for my next plan.
Chapter 4: Revisiting Rousseau
It felt like my lungs were going to burst from being crushed so tightly. “So you like the surprise?” I ask her when she finally pulls away.
“Like it? I love it!” She exclaims, beaming. She pulls me in excitedly, holding onto my arm.
“Welcome to Rousseau,” a waiter greets us. “Do you have reservations? Or no?” he asks.
“Yes, we have reservations for Michael Vaughn please,” I tell him. At this, the waiter’s eyes light up.
“Ah yes, please follow me,” he replies, grabbing two menus.
We follow him around several tables and up a flight of stairs. “Where are we going?” Syd asks in confusion.
The waiter turned around and smiled. “You remember there is an upstairs, yes? We have a special room for dining along with the inn.” He turns around and continues up the stairs.
We keep following, reaching the top and are led down a hallway. At the very end is a door. The waiter stops to open it. I look at Syd to see her reaction. Her jaw is dropping as she stands in awe of the room. But understandably so. There are several tables set up around the room, the candles that are lit give off a soft glow, rose petals cover the ground, there’s a quartet of two violins, a viola, and a cello playing music quietly. There are huge window with breath taking views of the night sky and the city. There were a few other couples in there, but the room was made so they didn’t even notice us walk in. The waiter showed us to a table by a window overlooking the city. I pull out Sydney’s chair for her. Taking a seat in my own chair, the waiter hands us our menus.
“The owner of the restaurant would like to serve you tonight, and he is waiting right over there. Take your time to look over the menu and he will take your order shortly.” With that, he turns around to exit. We look over at the inn keeper, who smiles at us.
After our orders have been taken, we talk easily about anything and everything possible. It just feels so natural and so comfortable to be on a date with her, I think to myself. We talk the night away, oblivious to the other couples when they leave.
Inn Keeper’s POV
Those two look so in love. Even from this distance, you can see how much they care for each other, in the subtle movements, the looks that pass between them, their emotions are clearly written out on their faces. They remind me of my Elaine and I, may she rest in peace.
We were both so in love, much like those two. We also both worked for the CIA. We were partners together in the field, and we worked well together. I can’t say when exactly we knew we were in love with each. It just happened. Obviously, the CIA wasn’t very happy, but there was nothing they could do, love always finds a way. Sadly, she died during a mission, our last mission to be precise. We had both agreed we were going to leave the CIA together, and find new jobs. During the last part of our mission, we were compromised. I would have been killed, had she not throw herself in front of me. After she died, I decided I would never love again, I would show no emotion. Much like Jack Bristow was before Sydney was recruited. Nothing would effect me, but seeing those two, Michael and Sydney, together, it reminds me of Elaine and I when we were their age, so young and in love.
Enough of the past, I decide. I check my watch, it’s nearly midnight, all the other couples have left, they’re still here, talking. An idea comes to me. Checking my pocket for the keys, I approach them. “If you are finished, I would be happy to clear away your dishes. Also, once again, it is very late, and you have drunk very much. Perhaps you will consider taking a room in my inn? You would be my guests,” I tell them, remembering our previous conversation. I see they are about to protest, so I continue. “Please, it would mean very much to me, I would feel insulted if you turned my offer down.” They turn to look at each other, I can see in their eyes that they are silently discussing it.
Sydney nods her head ever so slightly, and Michael answers. “We’d be delighted to accept it, thank you for your kind offer.”
I wave them off, “It is no trouble at all,” I tell them, placing a key down on the table. Hoping my idea will work, I continue on. “Also, I have an empty sea side villa that I frequently rent out. I’d like to offer you it, as I have no more use for it,” I start.
“Oh no, we couldn’t accept that!” Sydney says, flustered. “That’s just too much. I’m sure you can still rent it out, and maybe you can give it to your children later on,” she suggests. I frown inwardly at that.
“It’s not that big of a deal, but I suppose that if you do not want it, I won’t pressure you any further,” I say, another idea coming to me. “If you’re all done here, I’ll clean up, and you can go to your room,” I tell them, taking the money for the bill and picking up some of the dishes. I see them look at each other, and I turn to leave, a smile on my face.
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Vaughn’s POV
“Shall we?” I ask, getting up and offering her my arm.
“We shall,” she replies, flashing me one of the heart stopping grins. Linking arms, we walk slowly to the room, both a little lightheaded from the wine we had and we’re leaning onto each other for support.
Stopping in front of the doorway, I pull out the key and unlock the door. The room is simple, yet beautiful. It has a closet and bathroom, two Italian furnished nightstands that go well with the canopied queen bed. In a corner by a window is a small table for two. “After you,” I tell her, extending my arm to guide her in.
She walks in and stops in the middle of the room. I come up behind her and envelope her in my arms, breathing in her sweet scent. She giggles as I plant small kisses on her neck, starting from her collar bone and slowly working my way up to her ear lobe. “Vaughn..” She starts. I mumble a response. “Vaughn, we can’t do this yet, this is our first date after all,” she tells me smiling.
I mutter something I can’t even recognize as English or any other language. She laughs, her light, musical laugh. “What was that?”
I pause for a second, pondering what I had just said. “I have no idea,” I tell her honestly. “But I’m all for waiting, if that’s what you want.” I continue kissing her.
“Vaughn, I thought you were going to stop,” she says through a wide smile.
“I never said I’d stop kissing you, I just said I’d wait. And I am, I’m just torturing you in the process,” I tell her. She pushes me away slightly.
“Well, as much as I don’t want you to stop, I think we should get some sleep.” She crosses the room and inspects the bed. “Do you think we should share the bed? I mean, there really isn’t anywhere else for someone to sleep.”
I raise my eyebrows suggestively. She takes a pillow and chucks it at me, hitting me in the face before I can react. “Be serious, will you?” She cries.
“All right, all right!” I say in mock defeat. “I don’t see a problem with sharing a bed, even if this is the first real date. Besides, we’re both grown ups, and I promise I won’t try a thing,” I add with a smile.
Sighing, she collapses onto the bed. “Am I supposed to sleep in these clothes or something?” she asks me, giving me a look. Before I open my mouth, there’s a knock on the door.
A puzzled look crosses both our faces as I go to the door. Opening it, I see that it’s the inn keeper. “I’m sorry to disturb you at this late hour in the night, but I thought you might consider using some of the sleeping clothes that the inn provides in such instances that you are in,” he tells us, offering us each a pair.
I raise my eyebrows at this. “How did you know our sizes?” I question, a little apprehensive as I take them from his hands.
He shrugs. “I merely guessed. If you don’t want them, you are not obligated to use them. They’ve never been used before either, so don’t worry about anything of that sort. Well, I must depart, I’ve other things to tend to. Good night,” he says, hurrying off.
I turn around to face Syd. “What do you think?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “Well, for one thing, it sure beats sleeping in these clothes! I don’t see why it would hurt,” she says, taking a pair and retreating to the bathroom. Shaking my head, I grab the other pair and pull them on quickly. It must have been a full 10 minutes later when she came back out.
“Geez Sydney, have a little trouble in there?” I ask her kiddingly. She throws me a look.
“If it really matters that much, I was brushing my teeth!” She says in mock anger, putting on an insulted look. This woman is just too sweet. I extend my arms and pull her to me.
“Syd,” I murmur, emotions swirling around my stomach from the closeness, “What were you brushing them with? I didn’t happen to have any toothbrushes in my pocket.”
She draws away. “With my fingers Vaughn!” She cries in exasperation. I look at her, amused. “I don’t care if it’s just one night without brushing my teeth, hygiene is very important to me!” This woman is just too much. I bring her back to me, holding her in my arms.
We just stand there for a few minutes, our arms wrapped around each other, and I swear this has got to be heaven. Breathing in her sweet scent, my face buried in her hair, I know I can just stay like this forever and not want anything more. My thoughts are broken as I hear her try to smother a yawn. “Sydney?” I hear a muffled noise. “Do you want to go to bed?” She shakes her head feebly and leans into me more.
It isn’t long until I feel her weight sink into me. She’s asleep. A small smile finds it’s way to my lips as I pick her up and carry her over to the bed, tucking her in and then going to the other side. Sliding under the covers, I turn onto my side to watch her. I can’t believe this is all real, I think, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. I could watch her sleep all night. Unfortunately, things don’t work out and I’m asleep within minutes.
Next Morning
Surprisingly, I’m awake before she is, so I just settle for watching her again. Not one thought enters my mind except for how beautiful she is. I don’t know how much time has even gone by until her eyes start to flutter as consciousness creeps into her. “Hey sleepyhead,” I greet her. “Have a good sleep?”
She gives me a smile. “One of the best ever. How about you?” I just nod. “Do we really have to go?” She whispers, her eyes begging me to say no.
“I think we do,” I say, feeling a small tug at my heart when I see her face fall. “Besides, we have other plans,” I tell her mischievously. Her mouth opens, so I cut in before she says anything. “We should probably get ready to go,” I tell her, getting out of the bed and regretting it a second later. She groans and burrows under the covers, mumbling something about an ungrateful somethingorother and she’s not going anywhere.
Once again, I’m wondering just what the hell happened to have things end up like this. A letter by the door catches my eye. “Hey Syd?” She just grumbles. “Did you leave this letter here?” I pick it up and start to open it. A key falls into my hand. The sheets rustle and her head pops out from under the covers.
“Letter? What letter?” She asks confused. “If this is some trick to get me out of bed. . .” she lets her threat end there and drags herself out of the bed to come see.
“It’s from the innkeeper,” I say. “It’s a key to his Seaside Villa…” Skimming over the letter, I read that he was giving it to us. Then the shocking part.
“He’s in the CIA?” Sydney asks, astounded. “Okay, I’m wide awake now. We get the seaside villa too?” A smile graces her face. “He thinks we’re just like him and his wife…”
“Should we keep the key Syd?” I wonder. She gives me a look. The look that says, what-are-you-kidding-me-of-course-we-are. “Right, right. Well, we need to get going sometime soon,” I tell her. Huffing in annoyance, she brushes past me and goes to the bathroom. It’s all an act I know, and I can’t wait for my next plan.
aliasgirl89
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Yay more I love this, but i had to reread a few chapters to remember it! Thanx for the PM!
~ASH~
~ASH~
krzykty57789
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could i get a pm this story is great...i dont get did sydney leave him or die or what, but i am enjoying the flashbacks..
musically83
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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!!
so glad this fic is back...thanks for updating! please....more soon?? as in sooner than last time???
so glad this fic is back...thanks for updating! please....more soon?? as in sooner than last time???
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mystery_chick
Guest
lol. oh god i hope it's sooner than last time. dont' worry. i'm writing the next chap. but it might come out after i write part 1 of the wedding chap for LMLD. but dont' worry. soon. depends on where my muse takes me
--Mandy
--Mandy
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mystery_chick
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:blink: only four ppl? wow what happend to everyone else?? lol
--Mandy
--Mandy
SydVaughn1001
Cadet
Wow - I just found this and I'm loving it!!!!! Can't wait to see what he is up to next!
Aliasfan23
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ditto!xdancer said:
lol Mandy! sorry, i read but forgot 2 leave a review! oops, so glad this is back, loved this story when i first came on the site! V pleased you and Jo have started it again! keep up the good work gurl! ^_^mystery_chick said::blink: only four ppl? wow what happend to everyone else?? lol
--Mandy
Alias Fan Gillian
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This is a really good story. I can't wait for more.
Can you pm when you post the next bit.
Can you pm when you post the next bit.
berry_kyoote_spy88
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that was a good story please post more vaughn is so sweet to sydney no wonder that are perfect together its a match made in heaven