Faye Vaughn
Cadet
Ok, so... I just have some things to say before anything else.
First, I´ve been writing this story since the begging of this year but I am not quite ready to post it yet. I´m kind of only trying to find out how to post a fic. hehehe but If you guys do like it, I guess I could start posting it regularly.
Second, if I do start to post this, it will be only after the 10th of january 2007 because that's when my college exams end.
Third, I´m from Brazil, so english isn´t my first language and to be honest, my speling sucks. So please understand if anything is wrong and please TELL ME! So not only I can fix it, but I´ll keep it from happening again AND I´ll learn something new
Forth, I know most of you don´t enjoy Sarkey fics. I´m trying to post this at SD-1 but it keeps blocking me, so if anyone has any idea why this is happening and could give me a hand I´ll be forever thankful!
OK... I think this is pretty much it...
Oh!! almost forgot!! I don´t know how to send PMs, so if anyone wants one, you´ll have to teach me how to do it!!
Thank you for the atention! I swear I´m done now!
Logan
Chapter 1
There are times when you get sad, depressed, don't know why you keep getting out of bed every morning. And still, you feel like there are lots of things going on but you can't keep track, you don't understand. Even on the highest sun, you only see darkness, because you don't know how to see anymore.
For Sydney, those would be good times. She felt stuck in an age that wasn't hers. Her thoughts were obviously not fitting for this year. She had once described it, in one of her appointments with Dr. Judy Barnett, as if she had dived into a mirror, where not only did she end up in an inside out world, but also getting scraped and cut while braking the mirror on the way and getting herself a 7 year bad luck bonus.
And not only because Vaughn was married, Francie was dead, will was in WPP, Dixon was director and Weiss was thin. But also the little things. She didn't know who the mayor is, or the governor, or the President for that matter (nor did she care). The little deli she used to buy coffee from wasn't there anymore. Nor was the newsstand where she used to buy her daily newspaper on her daily run. She didn't even live in the same place. Her old apartment had burned down. It was now a mini playground between two other apartment buildings.
And to make things worse, her body was different to. She had a scar on the lower stomach that didn't look too old; and her breasts were not only slightly bigger, but also sore.
She would wake up in the middle of the night always at the same time: 3 o'clock. And not because of her nightmares. She has those too, but at 3 am, she would simply wake up, look at the clock on her nightstand, confirm that it's 3 am and go back to sleep. It was weird, but there was nothing she could do. It didn't matter if she had gotten home late from a mission and went to bed at 2 am, 3 am she was awake.
She had already gone to a doctor to get checked out (Dixon's orders). But there was nothing they could tell her.
Her scar was new but not new enough for them to discover what was done. They also did some blood work, and aside form letting her know that she hadn't been on the pill for a few months and but had been taking some vitamins and calcium, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
All in all, she had a million questions and no answers, and yet again, there was nothing she could do about it. She lived each day normally (as normal as she could, taken the circumstances). She would wake up everyday (even when she wasn't working) at 7am, take a shower to wash away the sweat from a dream full sleep, eat a poor breakfast (the will to eat was lost to her) and go to Eric's house to make him hurry up.
If there was a good thing out of all this mess that was Sydney's life, it was this newfound friendship with Eric Weiss. He was helping her so much she didn't know what she would have done without him. Eric had found her a new apartment next door to his (Sydney had a feeling Jack had asked him to), he had helped her move in, went shopping with her for furniture and clothes and kitchenware and so on. He was her designated driver until she bought her own car. He made sure she ate and took her medicine. He would entertain her when she was sad with rented films, board games, and cartoon impersonations. Bu most important of all, he was her shoulder to cry on. He would sit next to her for hours listening to her rant about her complex ideas of putting Lauren Reed through such pain that her eyebrows would turn blond, or ways to make Michael Vaughn run around the office naked and have everyone point and laugh at him. Eric was an extra saint because he would listen to most of that in silence. He understood that Sydney was hurting and why, but Vaughn was his friend too and although Lauren wasn't his favorite person, she was a good person and made Vaughn happy when no one else could. Sydney knew se was acting childish about Lauren and Vaughn, but she didn't care. It didn't matter Lauren was a good person, it didn't matter Vaughn thought she had died, in the end of the day, she was the one going home alone to another night full of shadowy disturbing dreams.
"It will get better." They said "You"ll see, everything will be fine." She knew they were right even if it didn't feel like it. What she didn't know was that life would have her down on her knees begging before it got better. And it would be soon.
First, I´ve been writing this story since the begging of this year but I am not quite ready to post it yet. I´m kind of only trying to find out how to post a fic. hehehe but If you guys do like it, I guess I could start posting it regularly.
Second, if I do start to post this, it will be only after the 10th of january 2007 because that's when my college exams end.
Third, I´m from Brazil, so english isn´t my first language and to be honest, my speling sucks. So please understand if anything is wrong and please TELL ME! So not only I can fix it, but I´ll keep it from happening again AND I´ll learn something new
Forth, I know most of you don´t enjoy Sarkey fics. I´m trying to post this at SD-1 but it keeps blocking me, so if anyone has any idea why this is happening and could give me a hand I´ll be forever thankful!
OK... I think this is pretty much it...
Oh!! almost forgot!! I don´t know how to send PMs, so if anyone wants one, you´ll have to teach me how to do it!!
Thank you for the atention! I swear I´m done now!
Logan
Chapter 1
There are times when you get sad, depressed, don't know why you keep getting out of bed every morning. And still, you feel like there are lots of things going on but you can't keep track, you don't understand. Even on the highest sun, you only see darkness, because you don't know how to see anymore.
For Sydney, those would be good times. She felt stuck in an age that wasn't hers. Her thoughts were obviously not fitting for this year. She had once described it, in one of her appointments with Dr. Judy Barnett, as if she had dived into a mirror, where not only did she end up in an inside out world, but also getting scraped and cut while braking the mirror on the way and getting herself a 7 year bad luck bonus.
And not only because Vaughn was married, Francie was dead, will was in WPP, Dixon was director and Weiss was thin. But also the little things. She didn't know who the mayor is, or the governor, or the President for that matter (nor did she care). The little deli she used to buy coffee from wasn't there anymore. Nor was the newsstand where she used to buy her daily newspaper on her daily run. She didn't even live in the same place. Her old apartment had burned down. It was now a mini playground between two other apartment buildings.
And to make things worse, her body was different to. She had a scar on the lower stomach that didn't look too old; and her breasts were not only slightly bigger, but also sore.
She would wake up in the middle of the night always at the same time: 3 o'clock. And not because of her nightmares. She has those too, but at 3 am, she would simply wake up, look at the clock on her nightstand, confirm that it's 3 am and go back to sleep. It was weird, but there was nothing she could do. It didn't matter if she had gotten home late from a mission and went to bed at 2 am, 3 am she was awake.
She had already gone to a doctor to get checked out (Dixon's orders). But there was nothing they could tell her.
Her scar was new but not new enough for them to discover what was done. They also did some blood work, and aside form letting her know that she hadn't been on the pill for a few months and but had been taking some vitamins and calcium, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
All in all, she had a million questions and no answers, and yet again, there was nothing she could do about it. She lived each day normally (as normal as she could, taken the circumstances). She would wake up everyday (even when she wasn't working) at 7am, take a shower to wash away the sweat from a dream full sleep, eat a poor breakfast (the will to eat was lost to her) and go to Eric's house to make him hurry up.
If there was a good thing out of all this mess that was Sydney's life, it was this newfound friendship with Eric Weiss. He was helping her so much she didn't know what she would have done without him. Eric had found her a new apartment next door to his (Sydney had a feeling Jack had asked him to), he had helped her move in, went shopping with her for furniture and clothes and kitchenware and so on. He was her designated driver until she bought her own car. He made sure she ate and took her medicine. He would entertain her when she was sad with rented films, board games, and cartoon impersonations. Bu most important of all, he was her shoulder to cry on. He would sit next to her for hours listening to her rant about her complex ideas of putting Lauren Reed through such pain that her eyebrows would turn blond, or ways to make Michael Vaughn run around the office naked and have everyone point and laugh at him. Eric was an extra saint because he would listen to most of that in silence. He understood that Sydney was hurting and why, but Vaughn was his friend too and although Lauren wasn't his favorite person, she was a good person and made Vaughn happy when no one else could. Sydney knew se was acting childish about Lauren and Vaughn, but she didn't care. It didn't matter Lauren was a good person, it didn't matter Vaughn thought she had died, in the end of the day, she was the one going home alone to another night full of shadowy disturbing dreams.
"It will get better." They said "You"ll see, everything will be fine." She knew they were right even if it didn't feel like it. What she didn't know was that life would have her down on her knees begging before it got better. And it would be soon.