wildwildrae
Cadet
Welcome to the latest edition of Love, or Something Like It.
A/N: Man, I hate the title now, I sure wish I could change it. Well, anywho, let's get on to why you all are really here...
Vaughn watched Weiss' car until it vanished around a corner behind the thick forest. He sighed heavily and turned back toward the house. He was startled to see Sydney in the doorway, watching him. She looked up at him and smiled.
"You know, I didn't get a chance to thank you," she said, idly running her finger over the door handle.
"Syd-"
"No, I'm serious Vaughn. What you did for me... I could have...and, I just-well, I wanted to..." She struggled with the words, and couldn't look at him. She removed her finger from the door handle and hugged herself. Why can't I just open up to him? she thought.
"Sydney, you know that I would have-"
"Vaughn, listen, there's no way that I could ever repay you for what you did for me, what you always do for me. You're always there when I need you, but I can't say that I'm always there for you, and I-" she was rambling now. Get to the point! she reprimanded herself mentally.
"Syd, I know," he said simply, as he approached her, "you don't have to tell me. I already know."
"But-"
"No Syd. You repay me every time you smile at me, every time you rely on me, whenever you laugh, and your eyes do that...that thing, that gives me goosebumps. You've repaid me for fifty lifetimes," Vaughn proclaimed, now standing right in front of her.
"Goosebumps?" was all she could muster, she was so utterly speechless.
He flashed a smile and agreed, saying, "Yeah, every time."
"I get them too," she admitted, "whenever you run your hands through your hair."
He seemed pleased. "Really?" he asked, surprised. He ran his fingers through his hair, in mock Fabio-fashion. "You find it, sexy, do you?" he asked, flexing his muscles.
"As a matter of fact-"
He stopped her, grabbing her shoulder. To her, it felt like a bolt of electricity ran through her body, but she was worried when she saw Vaughn's expression. Something behind her had caught his eye. He extracted his gun from his back pocket and pulled Sydney towards him. "Don't move, you son-of-a-bi**" he uttered, holding his gun steady.
"Don't be so hasty to shoot me, Agent Vaughn," replied the questionable Sark, no weapon drawn. "You do want to know where your father is, don't you?"
A/N: Man, I hate the title now, I sure wish I could change it. Well, anywho, let's get on to why you all are really here...
Vaughn watched Weiss' car until it vanished around a corner behind the thick forest. He sighed heavily and turned back toward the house. He was startled to see Sydney in the doorway, watching him. She looked up at him and smiled.
"You know, I didn't get a chance to thank you," she said, idly running her finger over the door handle.
"Syd-"
"No, I'm serious Vaughn. What you did for me... I could have...and, I just-well, I wanted to..." She struggled with the words, and couldn't look at him. She removed her finger from the door handle and hugged herself. Why can't I just open up to him? she thought.
"Sydney, you know that I would have-"
"Vaughn, listen, there's no way that I could ever repay you for what you did for me, what you always do for me. You're always there when I need you, but I can't say that I'm always there for you, and I-" she was rambling now. Get to the point! she reprimanded herself mentally.
"Syd, I know," he said simply, as he approached her, "you don't have to tell me. I already know."
"But-"
"No Syd. You repay me every time you smile at me, every time you rely on me, whenever you laugh, and your eyes do that...that thing, that gives me goosebumps. You've repaid me for fifty lifetimes," Vaughn proclaimed, now standing right in front of her.
"Goosebumps?" was all she could muster, she was so utterly speechless.
He flashed a smile and agreed, saying, "Yeah, every time."
"I get them too," she admitted, "whenever you run your hands through your hair."
He seemed pleased. "Really?" he asked, surprised. He ran his fingers through his hair, in mock Fabio-fashion. "You find it, sexy, do you?" he asked, flexing his muscles.
"As a matter of fact-"
He stopped her, grabbing her shoulder. To her, it felt like a bolt of electricity ran through her body, but she was worried when she saw Vaughn's expression. Something behind her had caught his eye. He extracted his gun from his back pocket and pulled Sydney towards him. "Don't move, you son-of-a-bi**" he uttered, holding his gun steady.
"Don't be so hasty to shoot me, Agent Vaughn," replied the questionable Sark, no weapon drawn. "You do want to know where your father is, don't you?"