MyGuardianAngel
Cadet
Title: Remembère…
Author: JoJo (MyGuardianAngel)
Rating: PG-13 (at most)
Ship: S/V
Disclaimer: I am cloning and mass-producing Michael Vaughn. If you believe that then sure, I own the Alias characters...
Summary: Fast forward five years, SD-6 is gone, but so is Syd...Vaughn needs her and is trying to find her, but has many doubts.
Review: A girl just can't get enough
A/N:I originally posted this at sd-1, but why not try it here. R/R please... A girl can't get enough
Remembère…
Chapter One
“Rain and Sea Analogies”
It was funny how fate worked. Funny how destiny had a strange way of choosing its path. Funny how Vaughn still stayed up at nights thinking of the same person he had been thinking about every second of every day of every year for the past seven years. Funny how no one knew. Funny how no one cared.
Pitter patter pitter patter
The rain beat furiously against a large window, almost as if knocking on his heart. For him, it had rained every day and every night since she left. For him, the rain and the heartache were as constant as the intake of air. But then again, he had nearly stopped breathing for her too.
Pitter patter pitter patter
He tried to remember why, but couldn’t come up with a single reason why he had let her leave. Perhaps it was because he had no reasons. Or perhaps it was because there were no reasons with her. No reasons. No explanations. No anything, to be quite frank.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Blinking back tears pooled in glassy wet emerald eyes, Vaughn took a slow sip of wine and lay down on the soft couch. It was almost four o’clock in the afternoon, and Sheryl had yet another business trip in New York. If he had been any other boyfriend, he would have been just the slightest bit suspicious. But he wasn’t, because any time alone was time spent thinking about someone different. That someone…being Sydney Bristow.
Pitter patter pitter patter
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sheryl Caprice. He did. She was funny and radiant with a bright smile and a pretty head of reddish hair. But she wasn’t Sydney, and no one would ever compare to Sydney except for…Sydney. So he fooled himself into thinking that he loved Sheryl, and it had worked…for the first few days or so. After that, the pain of the truth slowly took its toll. It had taken no more than a week with Sheryl to become fed up with his life. All he wanted was one woman. Oddly enough, one woman only.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Five years ago, Vaughn made the biggest mistake of his life. He let his everything slip away like grains of sand. He let his everything wash away like the gentle tide rolling in and out. And just like a message in a bottle, he could not track her. He could not find her; he wanted to, but he couldn’t. Vaughn failed her; when she needed him, he pushed her away, and she drifted out to sea. Never to be found.
Knock knock knock
A hard and loud knock interrupted his thoughts. Vaughn quickly set down the wine and rushed to the front door. Not bothering to peer through the peephole, he opened the door only to be confronted by a massive spray of small cold droplets…and Eric Weiss.
“Eric! What the f-ck?” Vaughn ushered a dripping Weiss into his foyer and quickly shut the door.
“Three years, and do I even get a ‘hello?’ No, I get a ‘what the f-ck,’” Weiss teased, half-serious, half-not, taking his right shoe off his wet foot.
“Man, I’m sorry. So, what’s up? Why are you here?” Vaughn asked.
“Can’t even stop by to say hi to my ol’ pal?”
“Weiss…don’t bullsh-t me, the CIA doesn’t have headquarters in Seattle and the closest one is in Los Angeles. You wouldn’t just happen to stop by, even for an ol’ pal,” Vaughn said quickly. But besides that, he thought there might be hope. Maybe they had found Syd.
“Look, if you’re thinking we found Syd, you can forget it,” Weiss said shaking his head and taking his other shoe off.
“What? Who said that?”
“You always get that glassy look in your eyes whenever you think about her…and dude, have you been crying?” Weiss asked squinting closely at Vaughn’s reddish eyes.
“No! Eric, I’m going to ask you one more time. Why are you here?”
“I’m here to visit an old friend of mine, I told you!”
“In the middle of a treacherous Seattle downpour?”
Pause.
“Weiss!”
Pause.
“Okay…fine. You were right. We have new clues to where she is. I mean, she’s always unattainable, but Jack thinks that we’ll be able to track her, because he thinks that she thinks that we’ve given up. Anyways, there’s a big chance of finding her again. And we need your help. Because you’re everything to her. You…you give her every reason to come back.”
“She’s not going to return to the CIA, Eric, you know that. More importantly, she’s not going to return for me, ” Vaughn said, his eyes fixed on the floor.
“I’m not saying that, Mike! I mean, ok, yeah, maybe I am, but that’s not what I mean…Dude, don’t you want her to come back? Don’t you miss her?”
“No sh-t, Sherlock. But she…she would never ever forgive me..for---what I’ve…done,” Vaughn attempted to explain as Weiss cocked an eyebrow, “Look, Eric, man, it’s hard to explain. I don’t know…I don’t know if I’m ready-to tell anyone. It’s…complicated.”
There was a pause where Vaughn’s eyes quickly flicked from the high windows down to his folded hands. It was then that Eric saw the tears in Vaughn’s eyes that he had so desperately tried to hide. It was then that Eric saw how much Vaughn missed her. It was then that Eric decided he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Man, you’re coming back. And we’re finding her. You’re going to apologize for whatever sh-t you did. And you guys are gonna kiss, get married, and f-ck each other until you’re both 106,” Weiss said decisively.
Then his whole mood changed, he eased up, and he began walking through the house.
“Pretty house you got here, Vaughn; very nice. Wait, dude, what is this? Like a pent house at the top of Beverly Wilshire or something?” Weiss stopped in front of an oil painting. It was of a woman; her body was distinctly in shape and very well toned, but her face was fuzzy and blurred…however, you could faintly make out two brown eyes and a thin face surrounded by locks of straight brown hair.
Weiss turned around to question, but the words didn’t come out. Understanding, Vaughn nodded to signify that yes, he had indeed bought the painting because it had reminded him so much of Sydney. A mysterious, but beautiful face. He remembered the time he had truly seen her face, not just the mask or shield she constantly had to put on.
Flashback
“After you’ve retrieved the set of codes, make sure you pass by the bar on your way across the ballroom. There will be a man sitting there, dressed in a dark blue hat, black shirt, and gray pants. This is a picture of him, James Pollox. He will appear drunk, stand up and bump into you. During your fumble, you will trade codes, and the bogus ones are the ones you’ll be giving to…” Vaughn quickly looked up to see Sydney softly humming and clearly not totally focusing on her counter mission.
“Syd…”
“Uh-huh?” she said, turning to face him. Her eyes sparkled as she locked eyes with him and Vaughn silently cursed himself, trying to remember what he said in the first place.
“Uh…”
“Something about…oh, I dunno, apple cider?” Syd said playfully.
“Oh, right!” Vaughn exclaimed. “So about the apple cider, make sure you don’t spill it or you’ll trigger…”
Hearing himself, he faltered, “W-w-wait. We…we weren’t talking about apple cider.”
“And you thought I was the one who was distracted?” Sydney asked.
And in the shadows of the warehouse, Sydney smiled and truly opened up her soul, her feelings, her emotions up. To him. Of all people, she showed him how she felt. He felt he must be the luckiest man alive, and the corners of his lips curved into a grin. And they stayed for a moment like that in silence. Not awkward silence, but a happy and content silence. It was a moment of many where they locked eyes and just stayed silent, happy to have each other.
“You never joke around like this.”
“Partially cause Kendall would have my head if I did.”
“But you’re so…you’re so beautiful when you smile,” Vaughn semi-blurted out, and then looked away, once again cursing himself.
“So I’m ugly at work?” she challenged.
“What? No, I never said that! You’re always---you’re always…yeah, you know. But it’s just that when…I mean, I’ve always wanted…No, wait…I…” Vaughn fumbled, and then quit. You just blew it big time, buddy.
Pause.
“Have I told you about Marshall? He stutters just like you…But don’t worry, it’s cute…funny.”
“Oh, I’m funny?” Vaughn asked, raising an eyebrow. When her cheeks flushed at his facial expression, he made a mental note to himself that he ought to do that more often.
“Funny lookin’,” she shot back, barely missing a beat.
“Well, takes one to know one,” Vaughn teased.
“I know you are, but what am I?” Sydney teased back.
Pause.
“Uh…sh-t, I dunno any more comebacks.”
“Oh, geez, we sound like we’re in second grade.”
”Hey! Second grade was fun, okay?” Vaughn joked, defending himself, “And besides the teacher was hott!”
“You had a crush on your second grade teacher?” Sydney laughed.
“Don’t laugh, I’m sure you’ve had you’re share of crushes on high school drama teachers!”
”Yeah, especially when all of them were 60+,” she joked, “And besides wouldn’t Miss Lucky Second Grade Teacher be like sixty now? Would you be willing to go out with a sixty year old lady?”
“I’m not saying I’d go out with her now! I’m just saying that…Ok, fine, in second grade, when I walked up to give her an apple, I accidentally dropped it and just happened to get a peek under her skirt.”
“Vaughn!” Sydney exclaimed incredulously, swatting his arm. He couldn’t remember how she had gotten so close to him. He fumbled with his words again. Apparently, he couldn’t remember much at all. She laughed again and looked at her watch.
“Vaughn, I should probably go... But you know what? Today was the first time in a long time that I’ve laughed like that. And I know that handlers and their agents aren’t supposed to have a friendship, but you’re my friend. If that’s breaking the rules, then I’m sorry, Kendall will just have to live with that. Because there is no way that I would ever work with anybody else. You know, you’re more than just my friend; you’re also the only one on this entire Earth that I can trust. You’re the only one who’ll listen. You’re the only one, period. Thank you so much for being my friend. I don’t know how I could’ve made it through all this sh-t without you there. Thank you.”
She was so close now; all he wanted to do was kiss her, but to avoid the temptation, he turned his head away reluctantly and started gathering together papers. Obviously making a spur of the moment decision, Sydney stood on her tip toes and was about to give him a kiss on the cheek when Vaughn suddenly turned his head back around.
Their lips met softly, but only for less then a split second as Sydney jerked her head back.
“I, I’m sorry,” she said softly, still so close that he could feel her hot breath on his face. And when he saw the expression on her face, he made a decision of his own.
“Don’t be,” Vaughn whispered.
And they kissed softly again. Blood rushed to their lips when they met, and Vaughn swore he had never felt so d-mn good in his life. This was meant to be There had never, in the Amazing Kisses Hall of Fame, been a more amazing and shocking and wonderful kiss. The kiss was soft, wet, and not very long. It wasn’t the kind of passionate kiss that you read about in romance novels... It was the single most powerful statement ever made.
End Flashback
Unaware of three big drops of salty tears rolling down his face, he shoved his hands into his pockets. That pain had started again, the bitter pain with a soft sweet touch that began in his middle, his exact middle, and worked its way up to his throat. And he felt like someone must have shoved a bag of anvils down his throat.
“You know, the flight really was horrible. Have you ever understood why the only thing they have on those d-mn airplanes is peanuts? Yeah, sure, they’ve got variety, but how the h-ll are you supposed to tell the difference between salted peanuts, whole peanuts, and what, honey roasted?” Eric said, once again changing the mood and walking away from the painting.
“Yeah, sorry. You must be hungry,” Vaughn said half-choked, half-smiled.
“Always am.”
“What do you want? I got, um…actually, I have nothing, you wanna get pizza or something?”
“Pizza and Heineken?” Weiss asked, ears visibly perking up at the mention of the old Vaughn and Weiss ritual.
“Pizza and Heineken,” Vaughn agreed.
*****
“So you wanna tell me about it?” Weiss asked before taking a huge bite out of a huge slice of pepperoni.
“About it? About what?” Vaughn asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You-know-who.”
“No,” he answered too quickly and averted his eyes to the windowpane beside their booth. He brought his bottle of Heineken to his lips and drank half the bottle. Weiss stared at him, mouth slightly hanging open, for a few seconds before snapping his attention back to his pizza.
“Well, dude, if you’re looking to get drunk, you’re gonna need some serious liquor,” Weiss said, shaking his head and devouring the other half of his pizza.
“I’m not trying to get drunk.”
“Then you’re gonna have to talk to someone about it soon. You can’t keep it all inside,” Weiss said. Pause. “Hey, look man, it’s December. It’s almost Christmas. And I’m not gonna watch you get her another present and then watch you put it under your Christmas Tree and then watch you wait for her.”
Vaughn didn’t say anything. He had no clue that anybody knew about what he did at Christmas. And if Weiss knew, Jack Bristow knew too. Then everybody knew. He averted his gaze to the world outside. Somewhere out there, he’d find her. Sydney Bristow was out there. Perhaps, she was waiting for him.
“When do you leave?” Vaughn asked sharply.
“Two days,” Weiss said with a sigh, disappointed his friend had changed the subject.
“Good. I hope there’s an empty seat on that plane.”
To Be Continued…
much luv-
JoJo
Author: JoJo (MyGuardianAngel)
Rating: PG-13 (at most)
Ship: S/V
Disclaimer: I am cloning and mass-producing Michael Vaughn. If you believe that then sure, I own the Alias characters...
Summary: Fast forward five years, SD-6 is gone, but so is Syd...Vaughn needs her and is trying to find her, but has many doubts.
Review: A girl just can't get enough
A/N:I originally posted this at sd-1, but why not try it here. R/R please... A girl can't get enough
Remembère…
Chapter One
“Rain and Sea Analogies”
It was funny how fate worked. Funny how destiny had a strange way of choosing its path. Funny how Vaughn still stayed up at nights thinking of the same person he had been thinking about every second of every day of every year for the past seven years. Funny how no one knew. Funny how no one cared.
Pitter patter pitter patter
The rain beat furiously against a large window, almost as if knocking on his heart. For him, it had rained every day and every night since she left. For him, the rain and the heartache were as constant as the intake of air. But then again, he had nearly stopped breathing for her too.
Pitter patter pitter patter
He tried to remember why, but couldn’t come up with a single reason why he had let her leave. Perhaps it was because he had no reasons. Or perhaps it was because there were no reasons with her. No reasons. No explanations. No anything, to be quite frank.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Blinking back tears pooled in glassy wet emerald eyes, Vaughn took a slow sip of wine and lay down on the soft couch. It was almost four o’clock in the afternoon, and Sheryl had yet another business trip in New York. If he had been any other boyfriend, he would have been just the slightest bit suspicious. But he wasn’t, because any time alone was time spent thinking about someone different. That someone…being Sydney Bristow.
Pitter patter pitter patter
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sheryl Caprice. He did. She was funny and radiant with a bright smile and a pretty head of reddish hair. But she wasn’t Sydney, and no one would ever compare to Sydney except for…Sydney. So he fooled himself into thinking that he loved Sheryl, and it had worked…for the first few days or so. After that, the pain of the truth slowly took its toll. It had taken no more than a week with Sheryl to become fed up with his life. All he wanted was one woman. Oddly enough, one woman only.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Five years ago, Vaughn made the biggest mistake of his life. He let his everything slip away like grains of sand. He let his everything wash away like the gentle tide rolling in and out. And just like a message in a bottle, he could not track her. He could not find her; he wanted to, but he couldn’t. Vaughn failed her; when she needed him, he pushed her away, and she drifted out to sea. Never to be found.
Knock knock knock
A hard and loud knock interrupted his thoughts. Vaughn quickly set down the wine and rushed to the front door. Not bothering to peer through the peephole, he opened the door only to be confronted by a massive spray of small cold droplets…and Eric Weiss.
“Eric! What the f-ck?” Vaughn ushered a dripping Weiss into his foyer and quickly shut the door.
“Three years, and do I even get a ‘hello?’ No, I get a ‘what the f-ck,’” Weiss teased, half-serious, half-not, taking his right shoe off his wet foot.
“Man, I’m sorry. So, what’s up? Why are you here?” Vaughn asked.
“Can’t even stop by to say hi to my ol’ pal?”
“Weiss…don’t bullsh-t me, the CIA doesn’t have headquarters in Seattle and the closest one is in Los Angeles. You wouldn’t just happen to stop by, even for an ol’ pal,” Vaughn said quickly. But besides that, he thought there might be hope. Maybe they had found Syd.
“Look, if you’re thinking we found Syd, you can forget it,” Weiss said shaking his head and taking his other shoe off.
“What? Who said that?”
“You always get that glassy look in your eyes whenever you think about her…and dude, have you been crying?” Weiss asked squinting closely at Vaughn’s reddish eyes.
“No! Eric, I’m going to ask you one more time. Why are you here?”
“I’m here to visit an old friend of mine, I told you!”
“In the middle of a treacherous Seattle downpour?”
Pause.
“Weiss!”
Pause.
“Okay…fine. You were right. We have new clues to where she is. I mean, she’s always unattainable, but Jack thinks that we’ll be able to track her, because he thinks that she thinks that we’ve given up. Anyways, there’s a big chance of finding her again. And we need your help. Because you’re everything to her. You…you give her every reason to come back.”
“She’s not going to return to the CIA, Eric, you know that. More importantly, she’s not going to return for me, ” Vaughn said, his eyes fixed on the floor.
“I’m not saying that, Mike! I mean, ok, yeah, maybe I am, but that’s not what I mean…Dude, don’t you want her to come back? Don’t you miss her?”
“No sh-t, Sherlock. But she…she would never ever forgive me..for---what I’ve…done,” Vaughn attempted to explain as Weiss cocked an eyebrow, “Look, Eric, man, it’s hard to explain. I don’t know…I don’t know if I’m ready-to tell anyone. It’s…complicated.”
There was a pause where Vaughn’s eyes quickly flicked from the high windows down to his folded hands. It was then that Eric saw the tears in Vaughn’s eyes that he had so desperately tried to hide. It was then that Eric saw how much Vaughn missed her. It was then that Eric decided he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Man, you’re coming back. And we’re finding her. You’re going to apologize for whatever sh-t you did. And you guys are gonna kiss, get married, and f-ck each other until you’re both 106,” Weiss said decisively.
Then his whole mood changed, he eased up, and he began walking through the house.
“Pretty house you got here, Vaughn; very nice. Wait, dude, what is this? Like a pent house at the top of Beverly Wilshire or something?” Weiss stopped in front of an oil painting. It was of a woman; her body was distinctly in shape and very well toned, but her face was fuzzy and blurred…however, you could faintly make out two brown eyes and a thin face surrounded by locks of straight brown hair.
Weiss turned around to question, but the words didn’t come out. Understanding, Vaughn nodded to signify that yes, he had indeed bought the painting because it had reminded him so much of Sydney. A mysterious, but beautiful face. He remembered the time he had truly seen her face, not just the mask or shield she constantly had to put on.
Flashback
“After you’ve retrieved the set of codes, make sure you pass by the bar on your way across the ballroom. There will be a man sitting there, dressed in a dark blue hat, black shirt, and gray pants. This is a picture of him, James Pollox. He will appear drunk, stand up and bump into you. During your fumble, you will trade codes, and the bogus ones are the ones you’ll be giving to…” Vaughn quickly looked up to see Sydney softly humming and clearly not totally focusing on her counter mission.
“Syd…”
“Uh-huh?” she said, turning to face him. Her eyes sparkled as she locked eyes with him and Vaughn silently cursed himself, trying to remember what he said in the first place.
“Uh…”
“Something about…oh, I dunno, apple cider?” Syd said playfully.
“Oh, right!” Vaughn exclaimed. “So about the apple cider, make sure you don’t spill it or you’ll trigger…”
Hearing himself, he faltered, “W-w-wait. We…we weren’t talking about apple cider.”
“And you thought I was the one who was distracted?” Sydney asked.
And in the shadows of the warehouse, Sydney smiled and truly opened up her soul, her feelings, her emotions up. To him. Of all people, she showed him how she felt. He felt he must be the luckiest man alive, and the corners of his lips curved into a grin. And they stayed for a moment like that in silence. Not awkward silence, but a happy and content silence. It was a moment of many where they locked eyes and just stayed silent, happy to have each other.
“You never joke around like this.”
“Partially cause Kendall would have my head if I did.”
“But you’re so…you’re so beautiful when you smile,” Vaughn semi-blurted out, and then looked away, once again cursing himself.
“So I’m ugly at work?” she challenged.
“What? No, I never said that! You’re always---you’re always…yeah, you know. But it’s just that when…I mean, I’ve always wanted…No, wait…I…” Vaughn fumbled, and then quit. You just blew it big time, buddy.
Pause.
“Have I told you about Marshall? He stutters just like you…But don’t worry, it’s cute…funny.”
“Oh, I’m funny?” Vaughn asked, raising an eyebrow. When her cheeks flushed at his facial expression, he made a mental note to himself that he ought to do that more often.
“Funny lookin’,” she shot back, barely missing a beat.
“Well, takes one to know one,” Vaughn teased.
“I know you are, but what am I?” Sydney teased back.
Pause.
“Uh…sh-t, I dunno any more comebacks.”
“Oh, geez, we sound like we’re in second grade.”
”Hey! Second grade was fun, okay?” Vaughn joked, defending himself, “And besides the teacher was hott!”
“You had a crush on your second grade teacher?” Sydney laughed.
“Don’t laugh, I’m sure you’ve had you’re share of crushes on high school drama teachers!”
”Yeah, especially when all of them were 60+,” she joked, “And besides wouldn’t Miss Lucky Second Grade Teacher be like sixty now? Would you be willing to go out with a sixty year old lady?”
“I’m not saying I’d go out with her now! I’m just saying that…Ok, fine, in second grade, when I walked up to give her an apple, I accidentally dropped it and just happened to get a peek under her skirt.”
“Vaughn!” Sydney exclaimed incredulously, swatting his arm. He couldn’t remember how she had gotten so close to him. He fumbled with his words again. Apparently, he couldn’t remember much at all. She laughed again and looked at her watch.
“Vaughn, I should probably go... But you know what? Today was the first time in a long time that I’ve laughed like that. And I know that handlers and their agents aren’t supposed to have a friendship, but you’re my friend. If that’s breaking the rules, then I’m sorry, Kendall will just have to live with that. Because there is no way that I would ever work with anybody else. You know, you’re more than just my friend; you’re also the only one on this entire Earth that I can trust. You’re the only one who’ll listen. You’re the only one, period. Thank you so much for being my friend. I don’t know how I could’ve made it through all this sh-t without you there. Thank you.”
She was so close now; all he wanted to do was kiss her, but to avoid the temptation, he turned his head away reluctantly and started gathering together papers. Obviously making a spur of the moment decision, Sydney stood on her tip toes and was about to give him a kiss on the cheek when Vaughn suddenly turned his head back around.
Their lips met softly, but only for less then a split second as Sydney jerked her head back.
“I, I’m sorry,” she said softly, still so close that he could feel her hot breath on his face. And when he saw the expression on her face, he made a decision of his own.
“Don’t be,” Vaughn whispered.
And they kissed softly again. Blood rushed to their lips when they met, and Vaughn swore he had never felt so d-mn good in his life. This was meant to be There had never, in the Amazing Kisses Hall of Fame, been a more amazing and shocking and wonderful kiss. The kiss was soft, wet, and not very long. It wasn’t the kind of passionate kiss that you read about in romance novels... It was the single most powerful statement ever made.
End Flashback
Unaware of three big drops of salty tears rolling down his face, he shoved his hands into his pockets. That pain had started again, the bitter pain with a soft sweet touch that began in his middle, his exact middle, and worked its way up to his throat. And he felt like someone must have shoved a bag of anvils down his throat.
“You know, the flight really was horrible. Have you ever understood why the only thing they have on those d-mn airplanes is peanuts? Yeah, sure, they’ve got variety, but how the h-ll are you supposed to tell the difference between salted peanuts, whole peanuts, and what, honey roasted?” Eric said, once again changing the mood and walking away from the painting.
“Yeah, sorry. You must be hungry,” Vaughn said half-choked, half-smiled.
“Always am.”
“What do you want? I got, um…actually, I have nothing, you wanna get pizza or something?”
“Pizza and Heineken?” Weiss asked, ears visibly perking up at the mention of the old Vaughn and Weiss ritual.
“Pizza and Heineken,” Vaughn agreed.
*****
“So you wanna tell me about it?” Weiss asked before taking a huge bite out of a huge slice of pepperoni.
“About it? About what?” Vaughn asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You-know-who.”
“No,” he answered too quickly and averted his eyes to the windowpane beside their booth. He brought his bottle of Heineken to his lips and drank half the bottle. Weiss stared at him, mouth slightly hanging open, for a few seconds before snapping his attention back to his pizza.
“Well, dude, if you’re looking to get drunk, you’re gonna need some serious liquor,” Weiss said, shaking his head and devouring the other half of his pizza.
“I’m not trying to get drunk.”
“Then you’re gonna have to talk to someone about it soon. You can’t keep it all inside,” Weiss said. Pause. “Hey, look man, it’s December. It’s almost Christmas. And I’m not gonna watch you get her another present and then watch you put it under your Christmas Tree and then watch you wait for her.”
Vaughn didn’t say anything. He had no clue that anybody knew about what he did at Christmas. And if Weiss knew, Jack Bristow knew too. Then everybody knew. He averted his gaze to the world outside. Somewhere out there, he’d find her. Sydney Bristow was out there. Perhaps, she was waiting for him.
“When do you leave?” Vaughn asked sharply.
“Two days,” Weiss said with a sigh, disappointed his friend had changed the subject.
“Good. I hope there’s an empty seat on that plane.”
To Be Continued…
much luv-
JoJo
