ilovealias4ever
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Hey Guys,
My name is Brianna (Bree), and this is my VERY FIRST fanfic! OK...so I'm extremely nervous about posting this
...but I'm giving it a shot. I'm only going to post 1 chapter for now, but I will post more if there are people who actually enjoy it and want to read more.
Anyway, I had this thought;
"What if Vaughn never got married...he never moved on?"
So I thought I'd try and write something. The story is based in Season 3 and will still have the same missions, twists, etc; just with Syd/Vaughn scenes, if they were together.
It is written in both Sydney's & Vaughn's POV...and possibly some others, but I'm not sure yet!
OK...
So all I ask is that you be HONEST...utterly and completley HONEST. I am planning for this fic to cover the whole of the Season...but that is only if people want me too continue!
So...I hope you enjoy...and PLEASE review!
Love Always,
Bree
Vaughn’s POV –
It had been almost two years since her death. Two of the worst years of my life. When she died, I pretty much died with her. I would drink myself to sleep every night, and stay in my apartment all day. I don’t think I saw daylight for months after my four months in France. When Sydney died, I couldn’t stay in Los Angeles. I had to leave. Everything reminded me of her. I couldn’t even bear going to work anymore. So I left. I quit the CIA and went over to France for four months. Weiss would call every so often to make sure I was OK, but he knew I wasn’t. He knew I was so lost, that I had no idea what to do with myself. So when I returned from France, Weiss had me move in with him. I was reluctant at first, but I was soon convinced.
Over the next few months I didn’t leave the apartment. Weiss tried to get me to go to a couple of King’s games, or even walk the dogs, but I just couldn’t be bothered. I was so lonely without Syd. I missed her so much it hurt. Some nights I would cry myself to sleep, thinking if I hadn’t have gone to that debrief; she would be okay, that she would be here today.
One night when I was moping around on the couch, Weiss came over and sat next to me. He passed me a newspaper, opened it to the employment section, and pointed to a teaching job at a local high school. I just glared at him, my eyes saying ‘Are you kidding?’ He stared back at me with a serious expression, and told me I had to cut this felgercarb out. I had to move on with my life. Maybe not with another woman, but get out there and start doing things again. Then he said something that made me realise he was right.
“Vaughn, you know Sydney wouldn’t want you to be like this. She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for what happened. Hell, she would kick your ass if she ever found out.” He joked. “C’mon man, you know she would want you to move on.”
He smiled as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I gave him a small smile, and I realised how right he was. I pulled him into a manly hug and told him, “Thankyou.” He released me and threw the phone my way. I knew what I had to do, and I dialled the number in the newspaper.
Sixteen months later, I was actually starting to enjoy my life again. I got the teaching job; funnily enough as a French teacher, the night I called. Well, after the interview. On top of that, Weiss arranged for me to gain my CIA clearance again, so I could help him with his casework etc. Every Friday, Weiss and I would order in pizza and drink beer, while watching a King’s game. We would laugh and joke all night, and it was those times that I was so grateful for having him being my best friend. On one particular Friday, Weiss called and told me he wasn’t going to be able to make it home. He said something extremely important had happened and that he was still to find out, so he would fill me in later. I told him it was cool, and I just watched TV by myself. Half an hour later, I had dozed off on the couch when the shrill of my cell ringing woke me.
“Hello?” I answered groggily.
“Vaughn! You need to come in right away man. Something’s happened. About forty-five minutes ago a missing agent contacted us from Hong Kong!” he said quickly.
“What? Weiss, why do they need me?” I enquired.
“Vaughn...it was Sydney.” He stated in a low whisper.
I stood there going over his words in my head. ‘Sydney’s alive?’
“I’ll be right in.” I answer. I close my phone and grab my jacket and run out to my car. Making my way to the JTF centre, one thing on my mind. ‘Sydney’s ALIVE!’
As I enter the facility, Weiss is standing at the door, ready with my visitor’s badge. He tells me everything he knows; Sydney called about an hour ago and spoke to Kendall. He told her to go to a safe house and wait for someone to arrive from the agency. She had no recollection of the last two years, and the last thing she remembered was passing out after shooting Francie, the second double.
I pull out my chair in the debrief room, as I wait anxiously for someone to begin speaking. I sit down, along with the other agents in the room: Marshall, Weiss, Dixon and a few others I don’t know. Soon the door to the debrief room opens, and Kendall walks in quickly. He heads to the end of the table and throws a number of manilla folders in the direction of every agent. Everybody opens their folder but me. I stare at Kendall and wait for him to explain our op.
After half an hour of going through every precaution we must take while retrieving Sydney, Kendall finally explains that Weiss and I will go to Hong Kong to recover her. Since the start of the meeting, all I’ve wanted to hear is those words. I still didn’t understand why he wasted so much time explaining the precautions we had to take to get to her. I could be with her in four hours if I left right now. Kendall finally dismisses us, and I race outside to my car, Weiss not to far behind.
“Vaughn! Hey man, slow down!” he says as he gasps for air.
“Slow down! What are you kidding me? Weiss, she’s alive! Sydney’s alive! I’m not going to slow down. For two years I’ve lived with her death, and now I finally have the chance to see her again! So don’t ask me to slow down!” I reveal firmly.
“Okay man. But think for a bit. We leave in 30 minutes, so let’s go home and pack some stuff. You know, she may need some things; clothes, food, whatever. Just relax.”
“Weiss, I’m not leaving in 30 minutes. I’m leaving now. I’m not waiting a minute longer than I have too. I’m leaving for Dover right now!” I turn and jump in my car and start it. I look to my side where Weiss has already gotten into the passenger seat.
“What?” He enquires. “Did you really think I would let you go by yourself?” He cracks a smile. I return his smile and speed out of the car park, heading for Dover Airport.
The plane ride to Hong Kong felt like it was taking forever. I was really agitated, and god was I nervous! All I could think about was Sydney. What was I going to say to her? Would she be the same person as two years ago? Would she remember what happened to her? I couldn’t think straight. I was so worried about her, and I couldn’t wait to finally see her beautiful face again, to smell her, to hold her. I look over at Weiss, who is sleeping soundly in a small chair two rows down from me. He looks so peaceful and here I am so restless and grumpy. I remove my gaze from Weiss’ sleeping figure and look at my watch. We should be landing in 10 minutes. Suddenly all my aggression and anger disappears, I realise that for the first time in two years, I get to see Sydney again, and a small smile of relief and hope appears on my face.
As the door to the plane opens, I ready myself for what is about to come. Weiss is following closely behind me, and places a hand on my tense shoulder as if to say; ‘It’s gonna be alright.’ I turn back and give him a smile. Finally we make it to the car that is waiting for us. I turn to look at Weiss, as he motions with his hand for me to get into the car. I open the door and place myself in the driver’s seat. I lean over a bit and close the door gently, while rolling down the window. Weiss moves his head in to speak.
“I think it’s better if you go by yourself. You know explain everything to her, give you guys some privacy. I know she would rather see you.” He grins lightly. “I’ll wait here for you guys. Take your time Okay. There’s no need to hurry.”
“Thanks Weiss. And not just for this. For everything you know, putting up with me, looking after me, supporting me. I owe you big time buddy.”
“Yeah, I know you do.” He jokes. “Hey! C’mon! What are you still doing here? Get going!” he yells while tapping the top of the car. I smile at him and start the car. “Hey, that’s something I haven’t seen in a while.” He says seriously while pointing at my smile. I offer him one last look and drive to the safe house in Tsim Sha Tsui.
I arrive at the safe house and park the car out front. I look up at three rooms that have lights on, knowing Sydney’s in one of them. Kendall told me that she’d be in room 47. I make my way out of the car and head up a set of stairs, the anticipation almost too much to bear. I open the front door to the large building, and start to head around a corner where I meet an older looking, Chinese man. I ask where room 47 is, and he points to a hallway in front of him. I nod my head in a gesture to say ‘Thanks’ and continue ambering through the long corridor. I look at the numbers on the doors as I pass; ’39, 41, 43, 45...47.’ I stop dead in my tracks and just stare at it. Behind that door is the woman I love. I place my shaking hand on the door handle, and slowly push it down, gently pushing the door open. Her beautiful brown eyes lock with mine.
This is my second chance.
Thanks Guys,
I don't know if you need it...but my email address is;
ilovealias4ever@hotmail.com
I TRULY HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
My name is Brianna (Bree), and this is my VERY FIRST fanfic! OK...so I'm extremely nervous about posting this
...but I'm giving it a shot. I'm only going to post 1 chapter for now, but I will post more if there are people who actually enjoy it and want to read more.Anyway, I had this thought;
"What if Vaughn never got married...he never moved on?"
So I thought I'd try and write something. The story is based in Season 3 and will still have the same missions, twists, etc; just with Syd/Vaughn scenes, if they were together.
It is written in both Sydney's & Vaughn's POV...and possibly some others, but I'm not sure yet!
OK...
So all I ask is that you be HONEST...utterly and completley HONEST. I am planning for this fic to cover the whole of the Season...but that is only if people want me too continue!
So...I hope you enjoy...and PLEASE review!
Love Always,
Bree
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~How It Should Be~
Chapter One –
A Second Chance
A Second Chance
Vaughn’s POV –
It had been almost two years since her death. Two of the worst years of my life. When she died, I pretty much died with her. I would drink myself to sleep every night, and stay in my apartment all day. I don’t think I saw daylight for months after my four months in France. When Sydney died, I couldn’t stay in Los Angeles. I had to leave. Everything reminded me of her. I couldn’t even bear going to work anymore. So I left. I quit the CIA and went over to France for four months. Weiss would call every so often to make sure I was OK, but he knew I wasn’t. He knew I was so lost, that I had no idea what to do with myself. So when I returned from France, Weiss had me move in with him. I was reluctant at first, but I was soon convinced.
Over the next few months I didn’t leave the apartment. Weiss tried to get me to go to a couple of King’s games, or even walk the dogs, but I just couldn’t be bothered. I was so lonely without Syd. I missed her so much it hurt. Some nights I would cry myself to sleep, thinking if I hadn’t have gone to that debrief; she would be okay, that she would be here today.
One night when I was moping around on the couch, Weiss came over and sat next to me. He passed me a newspaper, opened it to the employment section, and pointed to a teaching job at a local high school. I just glared at him, my eyes saying ‘Are you kidding?’ He stared back at me with a serious expression, and told me I had to cut this felgercarb out. I had to move on with my life. Maybe not with another woman, but get out there and start doing things again. Then he said something that made me realise he was right.
“Vaughn, you know Sydney wouldn’t want you to be like this. She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for what happened. Hell, she would kick your ass if she ever found out.” He joked. “C’mon man, you know she would want you to move on.”
He smiled as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I gave him a small smile, and I realised how right he was. I pulled him into a manly hug and told him, “Thankyou.” He released me and threw the phone my way. I knew what I had to do, and I dialled the number in the newspaper.
**************************
Sixteen months later, I was actually starting to enjoy my life again. I got the teaching job; funnily enough as a French teacher, the night I called. Well, after the interview. On top of that, Weiss arranged for me to gain my CIA clearance again, so I could help him with his casework etc. Every Friday, Weiss and I would order in pizza and drink beer, while watching a King’s game. We would laugh and joke all night, and it was those times that I was so grateful for having him being my best friend. On one particular Friday, Weiss called and told me he wasn’t going to be able to make it home. He said something extremely important had happened and that he was still to find out, so he would fill me in later. I told him it was cool, and I just watched TV by myself. Half an hour later, I had dozed off on the couch when the shrill of my cell ringing woke me.
“Hello?” I answered groggily.
“Vaughn! You need to come in right away man. Something’s happened. About forty-five minutes ago a missing agent contacted us from Hong Kong!” he said quickly.
“What? Weiss, why do they need me?” I enquired.
“Vaughn...it was Sydney.” He stated in a low whisper.
I stood there going over his words in my head. ‘Sydney’s alive?’
“I’ll be right in.” I answer. I close my phone and grab my jacket and run out to my car. Making my way to the JTF centre, one thing on my mind. ‘Sydney’s ALIVE!’
As I enter the facility, Weiss is standing at the door, ready with my visitor’s badge. He tells me everything he knows; Sydney called about an hour ago and spoke to Kendall. He told her to go to a safe house and wait for someone to arrive from the agency. She had no recollection of the last two years, and the last thing she remembered was passing out after shooting Francie, the second double.
I pull out my chair in the debrief room, as I wait anxiously for someone to begin speaking. I sit down, along with the other agents in the room: Marshall, Weiss, Dixon and a few others I don’t know. Soon the door to the debrief room opens, and Kendall walks in quickly. He heads to the end of the table and throws a number of manilla folders in the direction of every agent. Everybody opens their folder but me. I stare at Kendall and wait for him to explain our op.
After half an hour of going through every precaution we must take while retrieving Sydney, Kendall finally explains that Weiss and I will go to Hong Kong to recover her. Since the start of the meeting, all I’ve wanted to hear is those words. I still didn’t understand why he wasted so much time explaining the precautions we had to take to get to her. I could be with her in four hours if I left right now. Kendall finally dismisses us, and I race outside to my car, Weiss not to far behind.
“Vaughn! Hey man, slow down!” he says as he gasps for air.
“Slow down! What are you kidding me? Weiss, she’s alive! Sydney’s alive! I’m not going to slow down. For two years I’ve lived with her death, and now I finally have the chance to see her again! So don’t ask me to slow down!” I reveal firmly.
“Okay man. But think for a bit. We leave in 30 minutes, so let’s go home and pack some stuff. You know, she may need some things; clothes, food, whatever. Just relax.”
“Weiss, I’m not leaving in 30 minutes. I’m leaving now. I’m not waiting a minute longer than I have too. I’m leaving for Dover right now!” I turn and jump in my car and start it. I look to my side where Weiss has already gotten into the passenger seat.
“What?” He enquires. “Did you really think I would let you go by yourself?” He cracks a smile. I return his smile and speed out of the car park, heading for Dover Airport.
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The plane ride to Hong Kong felt like it was taking forever. I was really agitated, and god was I nervous! All I could think about was Sydney. What was I going to say to her? Would she be the same person as two years ago? Would she remember what happened to her? I couldn’t think straight. I was so worried about her, and I couldn’t wait to finally see her beautiful face again, to smell her, to hold her. I look over at Weiss, who is sleeping soundly in a small chair two rows down from me. He looks so peaceful and here I am so restless and grumpy. I remove my gaze from Weiss’ sleeping figure and look at my watch. We should be landing in 10 minutes. Suddenly all my aggression and anger disappears, I realise that for the first time in two years, I get to see Sydney again, and a small smile of relief and hope appears on my face.
As the door to the plane opens, I ready myself for what is about to come. Weiss is following closely behind me, and places a hand on my tense shoulder as if to say; ‘It’s gonna be alright.’ I turn back and give him a smile. Finally we make it to the car that is waiting for us. I turn to look at Weiss, as he motions with his hand for me to get into the car. I open the door and place myself in the driver’s seat. I lean over a bit and close the door gently, while rolling down the window. Weiss moves his head in to speak.
“I think it’s better if you go by yourself. You know explain everything to her, give you guys some privacy. I know she would rather see you.” He grins lightly. “I’ll wait here for you guys. Take your time Okay. There’s no need to hurry.”
“Thanks Weiss. And not just for this. For everything you know, putting up with me, looking after me, supporting me. I owe you big time buddy.”
“Yeah, I know you do.” He jokes. “Hey! C’mon! What are you still doing here? Get going!” he yells while tapping the top of the car. I smile at him and start the car. “Hey, that’s something I haven’t seen in a while.” He says seriously while pointing at my smile. I offer him one last look and drive to the safe house in Tsim Sha Tsui.
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I arrive at the safe house and park the car out front. I look up at three rooms that have lights on, knowing Sydney’s in one of them. Kendall told me that she’d be in room 47. I make my way out of the car and head up a set of stairs, the anticipation almost too much to bear. I open the front door to the large building, and start to head around a corner where I meet an older looking, Chinese man. I ask where room 47 is, and he points to a hallway in front of him. I nod my head in a gesture to say ‘Thanks’ and continue ambering through the long corridor. I look at the numbers on the doors as I pass; ’39, 41, 43, 45...47.’ I stop dead in my tracks and just stare at it. Behind that door is the woman I love. I place my shaking hand on the door handle, and slowly push it down, gently pushing the door open. Her beautiful brown eyes lock with mine.
This is my second chance.
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Thanks Guys,
I don't know if you need it...but my email address is;
ilovealias4ever@hotmail.com
I TRULY HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
