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kate_jones said:
No, Vaughn! Don't LEAVE! Tell her you love her and live happily ever after...
I love your story - It's so great! Keep posting as much as possible!!!
~kate
Yeah I agree!!! LMAO!! :lol: But yeah! That was a great chapter, wonderful! :smiley: Post as much as possible, but no rush! We can live if you decide to draw it out LMAO! Maybe.... :lol: and ME FOUR!! KICK ANDREW OUT OF THE WAY! LMAO!!!!!
 
aliasjgfanaticmv said:
kate_jones said:
No, Vaughn! Don't LEAVE! Tell her you love her and live happily ever after...
I love your story - It's so great! Keep posting as much as possible!!!
~kate
Yeah I agree!!! LMAO!! :lol: But yeah! That was a great chapter, wonderful! :smiley: Post as much as possible, but no rush! We can live if you decide to draw it out LMAO! Maybe.... :lol: and ME FOUR!! KICK ANDREW OUT OF THE WAY! LMAO!!!!!
LOL....woops!! :blush:
I mean...Me Five!!! :blush:
:lol: :lol: :P
-Karie-
 
Ok does this have anything to do with It Feels Like Coming Home? Cause if so then we know Vaughnwon't tell her. But I hope it doesn't cause I want them to run of 2gether!!!!
 
Syd_Vaughn4ever said:
Ok does this have anything to do with It Feels Like Coming Home? Cause if so then we know Vaughnwon't tell her. But I hope it doesn't cause I want them to run of 2gether!!!!
Yeah...I was thinking the exact same thing.
:D
-Karie-
 
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::*Gasp*:: Can't.............take it.............PLEAsE UPDATE SOON!!!!!
 
Mrs. Karie Vartan said:
Syd_Vaughn4ever said:
Ok does this have anything to do with It Feels Like Coming Home? Cause if so then we know Vaughnwon't tell her. But I hope it doesn't cause I want them to run of 2gether!!!!
Yeah...I was thinking the exact same thing.
:D
-Karie-
LOL! Same here but I didn't say anything about it. The thing that kept me wondering was Andrew.
 
um, I don't really understand the does this have anything to do with Feels Like Coming Home.... :thinking: I don't think so???... :blink:

Thanks again everyone. Are you sure you want more??? lol



Chapter 7

Those two plain words echo inside Sydney’s head. I’m leaving. I’m leaving. I’m leaving. They get louder and louder until she feels dizzy. “ What?” she finally lets out.

“ I’m leaving for Barcelona. There is an op that I have been following for the last few years. They need another agent there, and I volunteered.”

“ Oh,” her mouth drops open a little as her mind races. When has he been doing this? She always thought she was his only assignment.

As if he could read her mind, he adds on, “ it is an op that my dad started; it has been developing since he died,” He hopes that would satisfy her because he is prohibited and really does not want to elaborate.

The subject of his father has been a touchy one for them before. She understands and doesn’t ask for more details about the operation. She just wants to know more about him. “ When are you leaving?” she quietly asks.

“ Tonight.” Tonight? Sydney does a double-take. Less than twelve hours? And he’ll be off to the other side of the world?

“ For how long?”

“ I don’t know. As long as they need me. Could be months. Years. Or even longer.”

“ Or longer? Meaning what? Forever?” Sydney thinks out-loud. She doesn’t even realize that her voice, which was mouse-like a few seconds ago, is now loud and filled with frustration.

“ I don’t know.”

“ And you weren’t even going to tell me?” She is now on the verge of shouting.

“ I’m telling you now,” he says back equally loud, but with more composure.

“ But you weren’t planning to! You were just going to leave for God-knows how long! When was I going to find out? When I arrived at the warehouse tomorrow for a meeting and someone else was there?” she asks with irritation in her voice.

“ You wouldn’t be at the warehouse tomorrow . . .” he starts up.

“ Were you even going to write a letter?” she questions.

“ Or for the next month. . . ” he continues.

They talk over each other and ramble on their own.

“ to explain anything? Or were you. . . ” Her words speed up.

“ for that matter. You would be off . . .” His voice matches hers.

Neither one is listening to what the other is saying.

“ just going to move on and forget . . .”

“ with your husband . . .”

“ LA and EVERYTHING. . .” Her arms go up and down for emphasis. And at the same time, he lets the last few words of frustration out of his mouth.

“ on your HONEYMOON!” After the words leave his mouth, he immediately regrets it. He talks about her marriage as if it is a terrible thing. He says those words like he wants to hurt her. It is the first time he shows exactly how he feels about her getting married to someone else. It was low, but he couldn’t control himself.

That silences her.

“ I’m sorry,” he immediately apologizes. “ I just didn’t want to ruin anything for you.”

“A little too late for that,” she thinks to herself.

“This isn’t how I wanted this to go. I wanted to do it the right way,” he explains apologetically. Her expressions start to soften again.

“ I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have questioned what you are going to do. It’s probably very important to you. I just never thought you’d leave.” Sydney quickly realizes how much she had taken him for granted these few years. She seriously never thought he’d leave, and that he’d always be there. Always.

“ I thought it would be a good time since you’re starting over too. I want you to be happy.”

“ Vaughn . . .”

“ I came here to see you and to tell you that for past few years, just knowing you, has been one of the best things in my life.” He watches for her reaction.

Sydney chokes back her tears. “ For me too,” she adds. Then there’s just silence. They stare at each other hoping the other would speak more, but each afraid to say anything themselves.

Finally, Vaughn decides to change the mood. “ Did you . . . uh. . .get the gift?” He tries to give her a lop-sided smile.

“ Yeah. Thank you.” She walks to the table to retrieve the gift that she was just about to put on before he came in. “ Will you? ” she holds out the delicate piece of jewelry to him. He nods and takes the necklace gently from her palm.

She turns around to face the mirror again. She lifts her right hand to pull up the light strands of hair exposing her long neck. He walks slowly up to her back and is only inches away. He drapes the blue stone and diamonds in front so it goes just beneath her collarbone. The necklace is cool against her skin. But her neck is immediately warm by the touch of his hands. All of a sudden, the hairs on her neck start to tingle. The funny sensation occurs whenever the back of his hand brushes against her skin as he tries to clasp the ends of the necklace.

He leans in close so she can feel his breath near her neck and she closes her eyes. After he secures the chain, he lets his fingers linger on the back of her neck as he looks in the mirror at their reflections. They look so perfect together. As his eyes stay mesmerized by the image in front of him, his mind drifts to wondering what a wedding picture of them would look like, and unconsciously his hands move to her waist and pulls her back against him. With one fluid motion, his arms come together in front of her stomach and give her a tight but gentle squeeze. With her eyes closed, she allows herself to fall back into him and leans her head back to rest against his shoulder. Her ears just happen to fall right near his mouth, so she can hear his barely audible, “ you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

She almost giggles and replies with a teasing voice, “ And how many other brides have you seen?”

He bends his head down even closer to her and whispers, “ just one,” and lets his lips just barely touch her neck. “ In my dreams . . .” he adds as his mouth traces down and grazes her bare shoulder. Then as gently and quietly as he could, he slips away, leaving her in her own reveries.

She lets out a contented sigh and opens her eyes, but he’s gone. She immediately rushes out the door yelling, “ Vaughn. . .”

But when she looks down the hallway, there is no one.



A/N: I hope the part where they begin to talk over each other wasn’t too confusing. It was difficult to write/ convey that they were talking at the same time. Hope it was semi-clear. If not, I’m clearing that up now. Thanks again for everyone who is reading and responding.
 
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