love, or something like it

since i'm feeling so happy...(brittany made me a new avatar! ^_^ don't steal it okay?) i thought i'd write the next installment...

Sydney waited as Vaughn shuffled through his pockets, searching for the key. He searched urgently, as though this whole scenario would disappear before his eyes if he didn't find the key quick enough.

"Vaughn...Vaughn? you okay?" asked Sydney.

"What, oh yeah...fine," he answered, jingling the change in his pockets to no avail, "guess we'll have to break in," he said, laughing.

"Oh no,"Sydney chuckled.

They circled around the house to the back where a porch stood over-looking the vineyard. Sydney gasped slightly. "Wow," she said quietly.

"Yeah, it's beautiful isn't it?" said Vaughn. He stooped to jiggle one of the bricks near the door. It fell right into his hand. Inside the hollow there was a key. "Aha, the same place as always," Vaughn muttered as he unlocked the door. He dropped the key in his pocket.

The house was beautiful inside, with exquisite paintings and lavish furniture. Sydney looked about her in amazement. "Your parent's had very good taste," she said, placing her handbag on a table. The ring clanged against the wood. Sydney turned and removed the ring from her bag, and examined it closely. "I wonder what it means," she muttered to herself, fingering the obscure symbols around the ring's circumference. Vaughn threw his tuxedo jacket on one of the chairs and ran his fingers through his hair.

Damn Syd thought, there are those goosebumps again. There was no way she was going to be able to survive the night if he kept doing that.

Vaughn turned and said, "Do you want to change out of that? I'm sure there's some clothes around here somewhere." Sydney smiled gratefully. "Yeah, that would be really nice," she sighed. Vaughn went off in search of some clothes and left Sydney alone with her thoughts.

As much as Vaughn would have loved to oogle at Sydney in that dress, he realized how uncomfortable she looked. He was now in search of some clothes. He knew his mom kept some in the dressers upstairs. He made his way up to his parents' room...the memories were almost more than he could take. He made his way to the bureau and inside found a beautiful silken black nightgown that Vaughn wistfully imagined would look very good on Sydney. He proceeded to find her an equally beautiful matching robe and some slippers. Perfect he thought.

While Sydney waited for Vaughn downstairs, she went in search for something to eat. She hadn't had anything at the party, and God knows she couldn't go long without food. She searched the cabinets, but found most of them empty. It was obvious Vaughn and his family hadn't been here for a long time. She looked in the lower cabinets to find a large supply of wine. She smiled and grabbed a bottle. There was nothing else...that is, except for dishes and wine glasses. Sydney grabbed two of the beautiful glasses and set them on the table. She was rummaging through another drawer in search of a corkscrew when she felt a small, leather bound book in the back of the drawer. "What the..." she muttered. she reached for it, but just as she was about to pull it out, Vaughn entered the room. "Found some," he said.

"Oh God! You scared the felgercarb out of me!" she exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her dress.
With a wry smile on his face Vaughn replied, "You know, for a CIA agent you get scared really easily."

"Point taken," Sydney smiled.

"What are you looking for?" Vaughn asked, gesturing at her, standing hunched over the drawer.

"A corkscrew for the wine," she replied.

Vaughn looked over at the table. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked hesitantly.

"Not really," said Sydney, "but it was all I could find. There's absolutely no food in this house." vaughn smiled and walked over to her.

"I think the corkscrew's...." he looked around for a moment, "oh yeah, here," he said motioning to the drawer next to the one she was looking in.

"Oh. Thanks," she said. "Vaughn?"

He turned to her. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for the clothes."

"No problem," he replied, triumphantly fishing out the corkscrew. "Got it," he said.

Sydney picked up the nightgown and robe Vaughn had brought to her.... they were so beautiful. She stood admiring them until she felt him staring at her. She looked up and locked on his gaze. His face reddened slightly and he looked away. "There's a bathroom down the hall to your left," he said, looking at the floor.

"Oh, thanks," she replied, peering down the hall.

Once sydney emerged from the bathroom, (she had taken a long look in the mirror, brushed her hair, washed her face...she should look the least bit presentable) she padded back to the kitchen. Vaughn was nowhere in sight. She looked around the downstairs. Maybe he went to change his clothes she thought. "Vaughn?" she called up the stairs. No answer. She was frantic now, running around the house calling his name. She was just about to open the back door when it creaked opened itself, and sydney froze, leaping behind the couch. She felt for her bag which was thankfully on the table next to her. She fished out her gun and leapt toward the door, her gun at the ready.

"Oh! Jesus, it's just me Syd," Vaughn said, jumping. His arms were full of firewood, and he was soaking wet.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Vaughn, I thought you were-"

"Hey, it's okay," he replied, setting the wood down on the hearth, "just went out to get some wood for the fire."

"Why are you so wet?" she asked, forcing herself to turn her eyes from the shirt that clung to his body.

"Oh, didn't you notice? It started to rain. Really hard."


sorry to stop so abruptly, but i have to go make dinner! :P more later tonight!
 
here's the rest, sorry i cut it short--

"No, I didn't notice," Sydney said, glancing out the window in the kitchen. It really was coming down hard. Vaughn began to light a fire, expertly at that. "No wonder your alias is Boy Scout," Syd laughed.

"Haha, is it a crime to light a good fire?" Vaughn asked, smirking.

"Nope, especially when it's cold...." Sydney trailed. "Wow, that comment was right up there with 'Hey, you look beautiful too, Vaughn.' " She laughed anxiously, remembering yet another almost-kiss. She got off the couch to open the wine.

"Shouldn't you go change, Vaughn? you're dripping everywhere!" she exclaimed, laughing at the pool of water around his feet.

He glanced down at his feet, embarrassed. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He began to head upstairs when he turned back and said wryly, "and don't worry Syd, I'll just be upstairs."

"Not funny!" she called after him.

She heard him rumaging through some drawers. Then he emerged downstairs, bare-chested. Sydney nearly dropped the wine bottle.

He stopped nervously in mid-step when he saw her looking at him. "Oh, uh sorry. My dad keeps his shirts in the closet down here," he said anxiously, "my mom had a lot of clothes."

Sydney tried her best to keep her composure...she really did. But seeing him there, no shirt...and then he pushed everything over the top when he ran his fingers once more nervously through his wet, touseled hair. I wish he'd stop doing that she thought, goosebumps invading her arms once again. She couldn't control the urge to rush up and kiss him...it was too great inside her.

Vaughn stood nervously before her...what was wrong? She seemed...different. He couldn't read the expression on her face. Her eyes were cloudy, like the rainy sky outside. He ached to hold her and make all those worries that clouded her beautiful face disappear.

"Uh...Vaughn? You want a glass of wine?" she asked, wringing her hands.

"Oh, uh...sure," he said shakily, "I'd love one."

"Okay," she said.

"Okay," he said.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he glided into the other room to retrieve a shirt.

When Vaughn entered his dad's study...he stopped. He could never imagine just the smell of his dad could bring back a tidal wave of memories that could send him crashing into the hard floor.

Sydney heard a loud crash from where Vaughn had gone. She looked up, grabbed her gun, and flew into Vaughn's dad's study. When she saw him crumpled on the floor, like a helpless child, she herself began to cry. She couldn't exactly say why, just seeing him so vulnerable made her so sad. She enveloped him in her arms, and for the first time since she'd known him, he cried.

He felt so stupid, crying there on Sydney's shoulder. He couldn't help it. Hs dad was his weak spot, and the strong scent of him that filled this room made Vaughn's head swirl with childhood memories.

But emerging from those good old days were new memories...Sydney memories. The first day they'd met...when she would come in to see him in the blood donor van...the silent determination that was always etched in her features...the day he'd shown her his father's watch. He couldn't help but think that Sydney was his future, and that it felt so right to be in her arms.

The moment was too genuine and fragile to be swept away by some raging lunatic bursting through the door, pulling them apart once again. They shared a passionate kiss, before the raging fire. It was like a romance novel, only better. The wine glasses stood empty, the wine bottle stood full. Sydney wasn't hungry anymore, she had been fulfilled for a thousand lifetimes...by something no one else could ever give her; pure vulnerability. Vaughn had shown her a side of himself that she doubted he ever let out, and that made her feel special beyond words. She knew it...it may sound stupid, but she didn't care. Vaughn was her soulmate.

She woke up the next morning alone and cold, even though there was still a fire and she was wrapped tightly in a blanket. She heard Vaughn in the kitchen, and the clanging of pots and pans. She smelled bacon, and padded into the kitchen.

It was quite a sight, seeing Vaughn there cooking. He was surrounded by every breakfast food imaginable, and his hands were a blur of flipping, mixing, and cutting. "Vaughn?" Sydney asked sleepily, letting out a hearty yawn.

"Good morning," he said sweetly. "I vaguely remember a certain someone say they were starving last night."

"Where'd you get all this stuff?"she asked.

"Oh, just drove into town," he replied.

"Oh Vaughn, i love you..." said, not even realizing she had just said it.

He stopped. "What?" he asked uncertainly.

"I-I-" she stammered, looking at the floor. He stepped towards her, and brushed a stray hair away from her face. "You know, you look even more beautiful when you sleep," he said.

"Oh, Vaughn..."

"No, no...it's okay," he replied, kissing her on the forehead.

"But I really-" he quieted her with a kiss. She leaned into him, and he dotted her face and neck with kisses. She reached for his shirt...she wanted this more than anything...and he looked nervously over at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked.
 
Oh lord. PG-13, please...

And let me just say this on behalf of everyone... shift key!
Capital letters are REALLY good.

~Me :angel2:
 
lol, you should have said something sooner! :eek: i'll write in caps. heehee. and when you say pg-13, you mean i should or i already am or are completely disgusted that it's so soft? :lol: lol, thanks for the advice.

rachel
 
wildwildrae said:
yeah, that's what I was trying to do...did I not? lol, besides...that's what the R-rated section is for! :eek: ^_^

rachel
Click to expand...
From the last few lines, you made it seem as if that was where this was going to go.

~Me :angel2:
 
coming to you, hot off the press (or keyboard)... [capital letters by request ;) ]

Sydney didn't answer. What was she supposed to say? Of course she wanted this...she'd been fantasizing for longer than she could remember...but something seemed wrong. Vaughn looked at the floor dejectedly. He took his hand from its perch in the small of her back and was about to walk away when Sydney stopped him. She grabbed his hand, and said, "No."

"What?" Vaughn asked uncertainly.

"I said no," Sydney said more confidently, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the forehead.

"Hey, I understand. It's not the time for that." He glanced down at her crinkled forehead, deeply frustrated.

"Why can't we just be together?" she asked, fighting to hold back the tears. She was losing, they began to fall freely from her eyes, down her cheeks, onto his shirt.

Vaughn felt horrible at that moment. He wanted Sydney, but he wanted her to be happy more than anything else he could possibly want from her. He wiped a tear from her cheek. "Hey. Hey, it's going to be okay. We'll get them. Soon. But, in the meantime, there's always breakfast," he said, doing his best to muster a smile. She kissed him. "...and a kiss," he completed, heading back to the kitchen.

Smiling, Sydney said, "Thanks Vaughn, you always know how to cheer me up."

They shared breakfast together, laughing mostly, and asking random questions like 'Pets? Do you have any pets?' or 'First kiss?'...they continued on until Sydney moaned and grabbed her stomach. "I think I gained five pounds," she said, rubbing her newly expanded tummy.

"Oh man," Vaughn replied. Sydney burped. "Sydney!" Vaughn teased, although he was mildly surprised.

She smiled, " 'Scuse me," she sighed, pushing herself up from the table. She glanced over at her dress from the night before. She turned back to Vaughn and said seriously, "I don't think I can fit in that dress anymore." This caused another laughing fit. "Seriously," came her reply. She began to change, right there in front of him. He glanced away, picking up some of the dishes. She laughed, "Hey, chill out. I have on my bra. Besides, it's nothing you haven't seen before." The word 'bra' seemed to make him even more uncomfortable. With much clanging, he shakily took the dishes to the sink. Sydney laughed again. "Oh Va-a-aughn, guess what else I have on?" she teased, snickering fervently.

"Sydney, stop!" he yelled from the kitchen, turning the water on hard to drown out her voice.

"But Va-a-aughn, they're just my panties!" she proclaimed as she pulled up the dress, trying to be louder than the faucet.
"That they are," came a voice from behind her. She whirled around, and almost lost her balance. She reached for her gun, but then noticed it was Weiss. Her eyes were the size of Rhode Island. "Weiss? Wha-what are you...?" she trailed, her face hot with embarrassment.

"Red. Good choice," he replied, smirking at what this scene implied had happened last night. Of course, Vaughn had to choose this moment to chime in. "Oh yeah? What color are they?" he asked, stepping into the living room with a dishrag and a plate in hand. The smile dropped from his face. "Eric?" he asked.

"Well, from what I can see back here...red lace was the descision from her panty drawer," Weiss replied, obviously amused.

"It's not what you think," Sydney and Vaughn replied at the same time.

"Uh, yeah.... Please don't make me have to sing the song..." he said.

"What?" Vaughn asked. Sydney's eyebrow went up.

"You know...Michael and Sydney sittin' in a tree..." he replied, dancing around the sofa like a fairy.

"Weiss!" Sydney protested.

"K-I-S-S" he continued...

"Eric!" Vaughn warned.

"I-N--"

"AGENT WEISS!" Kendall shouted from the doorway.

"g." he finished.
 
well, since I don't know everything I wrote pre-meltdown, for those who haven't read the story here's a few things that happened--

1. Kendall blabs about the "protocol" issue
2. Weiss/Kendall leave
3. Vaughn and Sydney have extra time to do whatever...(what will they do?)
4. Vaughn takes Sydney to his old treehouse, deep in the woods
-there Sydney finds Vaughn's old diary, "I told my dad that I thought diaries were stupid, but I was secretly intrigued" -Vaughn
-Vaughn and Sydney playfully flirt whilst stealing the journal from one another- Vaughn ends up with it in the end and runs off into the woods.
-Sydney chases after him but ends up being captured by unknown masky-guy.
-Vaughn realizes Sydney is no longer chasing him, he swears he hears her scream his name, but shakes it off.
5. Sydney is knocked out, and taken back to Vaughn's summer house, where she is chained to a bed.
-Sydney discovers her captor was stupid enough to leave her cell phone on her person (its up her dress) and rationalizes that her captor must be giovanni.
-Vaughn meanwhile has found a note tacked to the treehouse from Sydney's captor, he seemingly hopelessly calls Sydney's cell phone.
-Sydney shimmies it off and slips it toward her face when giovanni and another masked man enter the room.
-Giovanni stupidly reveals that the other man is Sark. (Vaughn is listening to the conversation) Sark kills Giovanni.
6. Vaughn, apon hearing Sark's name, rushes to his car to find the tires slashed. He goes to the nearest town, where he steals the first car he can find (which happens to be a ferrari ^_^ ) and dramatically thinks, 'I'm coming Syd!'

So now, you're up to date. Sorry you had to miss out on all my awesome adjectives and such, but, what're ya gonna do? ;) I'll try to post new material soon (for those of you who HAVE read this before) I was actually planning on it today, but alas, this catch-up work has made me tired. Maybe later on? We'll see, and sorry again for the loss of chapters.

Rachel
 
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