Title: A Perfect Marriage?
Author: Sydsson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, except for Jan Oramu
Extra Note: In this Fanfic, Vaughn didn't shoot Lauren, Jan Oramu did to save Sydney and Vaughn. *** means a flashback. [] means thoughts.
I'd love to read what you people think, it's the reason it keeps me writing fanfics.
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn have finally married eachother. A lifelong friend was their best man, including their childhood friend. Their friend has
lost his own girlfriend years ago. Is he still such a good friend???
CHAPTER 1 : Memories Of Love
Jan Oramu watched his friends while he was drinking some champagne. The two friends had not that long ago become husband and wife. A lone tear fell down his eyes, not because he hadn't been the one to get married to the woman to whom his friend had just exchanged his vows to, but because he was so happy for them.
Jan knew he'd never be that lucky again, ever since his girlfriend Mischa had been killed right before his eyes and he had gotten that injury around his navel. The whole area around it was burned, and only skin was visible.
That was one of the reasons he never tanned during summerdays. Not that he'd ever got the chance to after joining an organization called APO, fully known as Authorized Personnel Only.
The now married friends had been his longest ones, and they both had advised their boss to let him join the agency. That was before Mischa had been killed.
Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn. They had both tried so hard to get their mutual friend to move on, even saving him from an attempted suicide. Because to Jan Oramu, Mischa had been the love of his life.
"Penny for your thoughts, Jan?" asked a voice behind him.
He turned around and froze. It was Arvin Sloane, his boss!!
" 'A dead boy for your thoughts' should be a more fitting term if you ask it, Mr. Sloane." Jan shot back. Then he left a stunned boss at his spot while going to the balcony. Jan sighed heavily while admiring its beautiful view outside.
"JAN! Thank you so much for having been our best man!" said two unified voices. Jan didn't turn around, he knew DAMN well to who those two voices belonged: Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn.
Only when their friend felt the touch on each shoulder did he turn around. "I just wish Mischa had been here to see it!" said a tear-streaked Jan.
Jan was hugged by both friends. He smiled through his tears as his friends didn't know what to say to that. "You know, I should be the one hugging you BOTH!" Jan said and did just that. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Jan." Sydney said, then shared a look with her husband. One that resembled 'He still isn't over her?'
"Anyway, I gotta go you guys. It's been a great wedding. I'll see you two tomorrow at work!" Jan said and left after putting his empty glass on the tray. Sydney followed him. "Jan, wait! Are you sure --?"
"Chill, Syd! I haven't drank a lot and I won't be foolish enough to do something like that again!" Jan said, indicating the last time he had tried to commit suicide over losing Mischa. "Enjoy your Wedding Night! Make it a night to remember!" were Jan's words that interrupted Sydney's sentence.
Jan Oramu didn't have to drive that long to his home. After closing the door Jan stripped himself off of his clothes and took an enjoyable shower, or at least, he tried.
After the shower, Jan put the dirty clothes in the washing machine and operated the system to wash his clothes for tomorrow. Then, Jan grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from a drawer. Jan Oramu was a big fan of keeping things clean and listening to music before turning in.
It hadn't been long or the memories came flooding back of Jan and Mischa's favorite song:
"Ahihahihahihahie
Memories of love
You know my world
This is my right
You can take my love but not my life
I dream of you inside my mind
Love revelations we will find."
*****
Two people making love on the couch, a sudden sound is all that's needed to break them up....
*****
"Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories of love are melting in my arms, in my arms
Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories will stay forever with your love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love."
*****
"I knew I'd find you here, just not so cozy with a girl."
"What do YOU want, JULIAN?" Jan yelled. "And she's not just ANY girl, she's my girlfriend!"
"Really, Agent Oramu? Good to know." Sark aims the gun and shoots Mischa before she knows what's going on. A fight ensues between Jan and Sark.
*****
"The mood is right, I'm feeling fine
When we move our bodies through the night
You call my name right from the start
My destination for your heart"
Memories of Love."
*****
Sark has a stark nude Jan Oramu on the ground.
"And this is for taking my Lauren away..." Sark says and engulfs Jan's navel with fire. Jan screams in pain while Sark grinning evilly leaves the room.
*****
The song ends.... The tears that a half-nude Jan has cried abruptly stop flowing after the last seconds of the song. He grabs the radio, pulling the plug out of the electricity box and hurls it out of the window!!!! He watches the glass shatter into a thousand fragments.
"Love.... is for the weak. Marriage... is for the weakest. Oh Sydney..." Jan whispers dangerously...
*TBC*
Author: Sydsson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, except for Jan Oramu
Extra Note: In this Fanfic, Vaughn didn't shoot Lauren, Jan Oramu did to save Sydney and Vaughn. *** means a flashback. [] means thoughts.
I'd love to read what you people think, it's the reason it keeps me writing fanfics.
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn have finally married eachother. A lifelong friend was their best man, including their childhood friend. Their friend has
lost his own girlfriend years ago. Is he still such a good friend???
CHAPTER 1 : Memories Of Love
Jan Oramu watched his friends while he was drinking some champagne. The two friends had not that long ago become husband and wife. A lone tear fell down his eyes, not because he hadn't been the one to get married to the woman to whom his friend had just exchanged his vows to, but because he was so happy for them.
Jan knew he'd never be that lucky again, ever since his girlfriend Mischa had been killed right before his eyes and he had gotten that injury around his navel. The whole area around it was burned, and only skin was visible.
That was one of the reasons he never tanned during summerdays. Not that he'd ever got the chance to after joining an organization called APO, fully known as Authorized Personnel Only.
The now married friends had been his longest ones, and they both had advised their boss to let him join the agency. That was before Mischa had been killed.
Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn. They had both tried so hard to get their mutual friend to move on, even saving him from an attempted suicide. Because to Jan Oramu, Mischa had been the love of his life.
"Penny for your thoughts, Jan?" asked a voice behind him.
He turned around and froze. It was Arvin Sloane, his boss!!
" 'A dead boy for your thoughts' should be a more fitting term if you ask it, Mr. Sloane." Jan shot back. Then he left a stunned boss at his spot while going to the balcony. Jan sighed heavily while admiring its beautiful view outside.
"JAN! Thank you so much for having been our best man!" said two unified voices. Jan didn't turn around, he knew DAMN well to who those two voices belonged: Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn.
Only when their friend felt the touch on each shoulder did he turn around. "I just wish Mischa had been here to see it!" said a tear-streaked Jan.
Jan was hugged by both friends. He smiled through his tears as his friends didn't know what to say to that. "You know, I should be the one hugging you BOTH!" Jan said and did just that. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Jan." Sydney said, then shared a look with her husband. One that resembled 'He still isn't over her?'
"Anyway, I gotta go you guys. It's been a great wedding. I'll see you two tomorrow at work!" Jan said and left after putting his empty glass on the tray. Sydney followed him. "Jan, wait! Are you sure --?"
"Chill, Syd! I haven't drank a lot and I won't be foolish enough to do something like that again!" Jan said, indicating the last time he had tried to commit suicide over losing Mischa. "Enjoy your Wedding Night! Make it a night to remember!" were Jan's words that interrupted Sydney's sentence.
Jan Oramu didn't have to drive that long to his home. After closing the door Jan stripped himself off of his clothes and took an enjoyable shower, or at least, he tried.
After the shower, Jan put the dirty clothes in the washing machine and operated the system to wash his clothes for tomorrow. Then, Jan grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from a drawer. Jan Oramu was a big fan of keeping things clean and listening to music before turning in.
It hadn't been long or the memories came flooding back of Jan and Mischa's favorite song:
"Ahihahihahihahie
Memories of love
You know my world
This is my right
You can take my love but not my life
I dream of you inside my mind
Love revelations we will find."
*****
Two people making love on the couch, a sudden sound is all that's needed to break them up....
*****
"Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories of love are melting in my arms, in my arms
Memories of me and you go on and on
Memories will stay forever with your love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love
Memories of love."
*****
"I knew I'd find you here, just not so cozy with a girl."
"What do YOU want, JULIAN?" Jan yelled. "And she's not just ANY girl, she's my girlfriend!"
"Really, Agent Oramu? Good to know." Sark aims the gun and shoots Mischa before she knows what's going on. A fight ensues between Jan and Sark.
*****
"The mood is right, I'm feeling fine
When we move our bodies through the night
You call my name right from the start
My destination for your heart"
Memories of Love."
*****
Sark has a stark nude Jan Oramu on the ground.
"And this is for taking my Lauren away..." Sark says and engulfs Jan's navel with fire. Jan screams in pain while Sark grinning evilly leaves the room.
*****
The song ends.... The tears that a half-nude Jan has cried abruptly stop flowing after the last seconds of the song. He grabs the radio, pulling the plug out of the electricity box and hurls it out of the window!!!! He watches the glass shatter into a thousand fragments.
"Love.... is for the weak. Marriage... is for the weakest. Oh Sydney..." Jan whispers dangerously...
*TBC*