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Title: The Edge of Everything I Wanted
Author: i love vaughny
Disclaimer: i don’t own anything besides the dvds and the love i have for this show. otherwise, it all belongs to jj. [or later on if i mention something else, it belongs to its respected creator, etc.]
Summary: A/U. sequel to and continuation of The Edge of Something New. Vaughn goes to Columbia, Sydney goes to UCLA.
A/N: This is going to go a lot quicker, time-wise (overall), than tEoSN. It will be quite the contrary of its predecessor, in the way that most of the story will be told during the year (school year) rather than over the summer.
umm... i realize that it's been forever and a year since tEoSN was last posted, and i'm sorry about that, but between school and the medical issues i've been having, it's been impossible to write anything. i think it took me, literally, over one year to finish a chapter (which i did a few nights ago). i kind of have to remember where i wanted to go now...
currently, there are 19 chapters written (and it's not much). so... i really don't know what my posting schedule's going to be like, at all.
i'm only sending pms out for this chapter, because my computer sucks.
ENJOY!
Chapter One
With tears in her eyes, Sydney, with the cart, walked through the glass doors and into the main lobby of the airport. Vaughn, on the other hand, went into his car and began to drive out of the drop-off loop.
Driving through the twists and turns of the complex airport parking lot, Vaughn eventually found himself in his desired location – a parking garage that housed the vehicles of travelers departing from this particular airport. Shortly after entering, he found his assigned spot on the fourth floor of the garage. Quickly, he scrambled out of the vehicle and let the SUV’s trunk door lift upward. He retrieved his luggage that he had hid very well from Sydney and began his way back to the airport. While inside, he was very cautious because he didn’t want to be spotted by Sydney, as that would ruin the whole surprise. Thus, he disguised himself minimally, just enough to not be immediately recognized, by putting on a baseball cap.
Soon after setting foot in the waiting room by the terminal he was to leave from, he caught a glimpse of Sydney. She was reading some sort of magazine and listening to music. He made sure that he had a clear view of her, though he was several rows away and was not sitting facing her, as another precaution. This escapade had been planned for quite a while, eight weeks at the least, and it was too big to be spoiled now, just minutes away from being executed. Honestly, he wanted to see her reaction to the fullest effect.
He would only be staying in Los Angeles for two nights, because he was going to be starting school himself in next to no time at all. Frankly, being able to make this trip was astonishing. Convincing Jack Bristow to let him, his only daughter’s teenage, hormonal, boyfriend, trek across country with her, to help her settle into her college dorm room, wasn’t exactly easy and certainly did not give Jack a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. There was much yelling involved, but eventually a plan was devised. Vaughn would be staying in a nearby hotel for the nights he would be spending in LA. Also unpredictably, Jack had allowed Vaughn to be the one with a rental car.
Sydney’s agenda called for a rental car to be waiting for her when she reached LAX. However, somehow, Vaughn and his mother had managed to sway Jack into canceling that reservation and making one for Vaughn instead. It would be the more logical plan to arrange. After all, Vaughn would need to have transportation to the hotel, Sydney’s dorm, and the airport, while Sydney only needed to get to the university campus, which Vaughn could easily make happen.
Vaughn observed that a flight attendant was calling boarders onto the plane. He saw Sydney rise and get in line. Following suit, he also went into the line, but there were at least twenty fellow boarders between them. Still, he remained careful not to be pinpointed. Naturally, he had a ticket to be seated next to Sydney on the plane. As potentially scary as it was, Jack Bristow was a very powerful man and was able to obtain results without much fuss being made in the process. After about a half hour of waiting to get his ticket and passport checked, Vaughn was cleared and let onto the plane.
Reading his seat number from a few rows back, still undetected, he observed that Sydney was sitting in her chair facing the window. In his eyes it was quite comical how wonderfully this idea would play out. First, he opened the overhead storage compartment. When his carry-on bag was halfway in, and Sydney was nevertheless ignoring the still-anonymous person that was to be next to her for the about six hour plane ride, he piped, “This seat taken?” A grin the lengthways size of his face emerged.
Swiftly, she rotated her body around and emerald green met chestnut brown. A gigantic smile was plastered on her face and she gasped. “What are you doing here?” she asked, countless faces, ranging from baffled to excited, overtaking her usual.
Flying stably at high altitude for a while by this time, Sydney glanced at her and Vaughn’s entwined fingers that were resting in her lap. Secretly, she smiled to herself. Not only had Vaughn’s surprise taken her aback, it had also eased any worries of starting college life. The intense, nervous beating of her heart and anxious shaking of her limbs had subsided, at least. As had the tense, sporadic chills which caused her teeth to clench and had the tendency to come about without announcement.
Her head was leaning back against the tall seat and it was turned ever so slightly so that she was looking at Vaughn. She smiled softly. “Have I told you that I’m happy you’re coming with me, even though it’s only for two nights?” she asked quietly.
He turned his head so that now he could see her face. “Yeah,” he said in a like tone, nodding faintly, the corners of his lips arcing upward as he spoke, “you have.” His grin expanded, widened. “So’ve I.”
“Yeah,” Sydney replied, the smile still stuck where it was, unwilling to leave her, not that she wanted it to in any sense.
The remainder of the flight went smoothly with a few snoozes taken here and there. Baggage claim, on the other hand, was the opposite. Finding and procuring every last article of luggage belonging to Sydney was not as easy as baking a pie, minus the frosting. Since she was technically temporarily moving to California for the greater part of nine months, it was necessary for her to bring many, many personal items including clothing, accessories, books, electronics, and other essentials with her, therefore she did not have the average one to two bags. Instead, she had five rather large suitcases. Pulling each off of the baggage claim conveyer belt was not exactly the most fun activity one could engage in. In the end, both Sydney and Vaughn were grateful that, at the very least, her bags were coordinated and had the same pattern, making spotting them simpler.
Eventually, every bag was repossessed and the rental car was issued to them as well. They loaded the car, which created a rather snug feeling to the two passengers, but it wasn’t too bad overall. Sydney was on map duty, ready to give Vaughn the directions from the airport to UCLA’s campus. Los Angeles traffic could be compared to New York City’s in the sense that in both areas it was crazy and everyone appeared to be in a rush. All drivers were impatient and probably had mild to severe cases of road rage.
The drive was supposed to only take about twenty minutes. However, with the insanity at the airport, and dealing with heavy traffic, it took almost double that time to reach the final destination. When they did arrive at the university, conditions were equally as hectic because it was move-in day for all students. Once finding a parking spot fairly close to Sydney’s residence building, Sproul Hall, each began contributing to unpacking the vehicle. There were groups of presumed older students who had carts to make transferring baggage from cars to the actual building less complicated. Together, Sydney, Vaughn and a junior named Tony delivered Sydney’s items to the entrance of the hall. But the best part was carrying all of her bags up to the third floor, where her designated room was.
“At least it’s not the seventh floor,” she grinned to Vaughn when they managed to transport all of her materials into the cramped, double occupancy, and twelve-and-a-half by just over ten-and-a-half foot room that was to be her home until the short Thanksgiving break.
Author: i love vaughny
Disclaimer: i don’t own anything besides the dvds and the love i have for this show. otherwise, it all belongs to jj. [or later on if i mention something else, it belongs to its respected creator, etc.]
Summary: A/U. sequel to and continuation of The Edge of Something New. Vaughn goes to Columbia, Sydney goes to UCLA.
A/N: This is going to go a lot quicker, time-wise (overall), than tEoSN. It will be quite the contrary of its predecessor, in the way that most of the story will be told during the year (school year) rather than over the summer.
umm... i realize that it's been forever and a year since tEoSN was last posted, and i'm sorry about that, but between school and the medical issues i've been having, it's been impossible to write anything. i think it took me, literally, over one year to finish a chapter (which i did a few nights ago). i kind of have to remember where i wanted to go now...
currently, there are 19 chapters written (and it's not much). so... i really don't know what my posting schedule's going to be like, at all.
i'm only sending pms out for this chapter, because my computer sucks.
ENJOY!
Chapter One
With tears in her eyes, Sydney, with the cart, walked through the glass doors and into the main lobby of the airport. Vaughn, on the other hand, went into his car and began to drive out of the drop-off loop.
Driving through the twists and turns of the complex airport parking lot, Vaughn eventually found himself in his desired location – a parking garage that housed the vehicles of travelers departing from this particular airport. Shortly after entering, he found his assigned spot on the fourth floor of the garage. Quickly, he scrambled out of the vehicle and let the SUV’s trunk door lift upward. He retrieved his luggage that he had hid very well from Sydney and began his way back to the airport. While inside, he was very cautious because he didn’t want to be spotted by Sydney, as that would ruin the whole surprise. Thus, he disguised himself minimally, just enough to not be immediately recognized, by putting on a baseball cap.
Soon after setting foot in the waiting room by the terminal he was to leave from, he caught a glimpse of Sydney. She was reading some sort of magazine and listening to music. He made sure that he had a clear view of her, though he was several rows away and was not sitting facing her, as another precaution. This escapade had been planned for quite a while, eight weeks at the least, and it was too big to be spoiled now, just minutes away from being executed. Honestly, he wanted to see her reaction to the fullest effect.
He would only be staying in Los Angeles for two nights, because he was going to be starting school himself in next to no time at all. Frankly, being able to make this trip was astonishing. Convincing Jack Bristow to let him, his only daughter’s teenage, hormonal, boyfriend, trek across country with her, to help her settle into her college dorm room, wasn’t exactly easy and certainly did not give Jack a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. There was much yelling involved, but eventually a plan was devised. Vaughn would be staying in a nearby hotel for the nights he would be spending in LA. Also unpredictably, Jack had allowed Vaughn to be the one with a rental car.
Sydney’s agenda called for a rental car to be waiting for her when she reached LAX. However, somehow, Vaughn and his mother had managed to sway Jack into canceling that reservation and making one for Vaughn instead. It would be the more logical plan to arrange. After all, Vaughn would need to have transportation to the hotel, Sydney’s dorm, and the airport, while Sydney only needed to get to the university campus, which Vaughn could easily make happen.
Vaughn observed that a flight attendant was calling boarders onto the plane. He saw Sydney rise and get in line. Following suit, he also went into the line, but there were at least twenty fellow boarders between them. Still, he remained careful not to be pinpointed. Naturally, he had a ticket to be seated next to Sydney on the plane. As potentially scary as it was, Jack Bristow was a very powerful man and was able to obtain results without much fuss being made in the process. After about a half hour of waiting to get his ticket and passport checked, Vaughn was cleared and let onto the plane.
Reading his seat number from a few rows back, still undetected, he observed that Sydney was sitting in her chair facing the window. In his eyes it was quite comical how wonderfully this idea would play out. First, he opened the overhead storage compartment. When his carry-on bag was halfway in, and Sydney was nevertheless ignoring the still-anonymous person that was to be next to her for the about six hour plane ride, he piped, “This seat taken?” A grin the lengthways size of his face emerged.
Swiftly, she rotated her body around and emerald green met chestnut brown. A gigantic smile was plastered on her face and she gasped. “What are you doing here?” she asked, countless faces, ranging from baffled to excited, overtaking her usual.
Flying stably at high altitude for a while by this time, Sydney glanced at her and Vaughn’s entwined fingers that were resting in her lap. Secretly, she smiled to herself. Not only had Vaughn’s surprise taken her aback, it had also eased any worries of starting college life. The intense, nervous beating of her heart and anxious shaking of her limbs had subsided, at least. As had the tense, sporadic chills which caused her teeth to clench and had the tendency to come about without announcement.
Her head was leaning back against the tall seat and it was turned ever so slightly so that she was looking at Vaughn. She smiled softly. “Have I told you that I’m happy you’re coming with me, even though it’s only for two nights?” she asked quietly.
He turned his head so that now he could see her face. “Yeah,” he said in a like tone, nodding faintly, the corners of his lips arcing upward as he spoke, “you have.” His grin expanded, widened. “So’ve I.”
“Yeah,” Sydney replied, the smile still stuck where it was, unwilling to leave her, not that she wanted it to in any sense.
The remainder of the flight went smoothly with a few snoozes taken here and there. Baggage claim, on the other hand, was the opposite. Finding and procuring every last article of luggage belonging to Sydney was not as easy as baking a pie, minus the frosting. Since she was technically temporarily moving to California for the greater part of nine months, it was necessary for her to bring many, many personal items including clothing, accessories, books, electronics, and other essentials with her, therefore she did not have the average one to two bags. Instead, she had five rather large suitcases. Pulling each off of the baggage claim conveyer belt was not exactly the most fun activity one could engage in. In the end, both Sydney and Vaughn were grateful that, at the very least, her bags were coordinated and had the same pattern, making spotting them simpler.
Eventually, every bag was repossessed and the rental car was issued to them as well. They loaded the car, which created a rather snug feeling to the two passengers, but it wasn’t too bad overall. Sydney was on map duty, ready to give Vaughn the directions from the airport to UCLA’s campus. Los Angeles traffic could be compared to New York City’s in the sense that in both areas it was crazy and everyone appeared to be in a rush. All drivers were impatient and probably had mild to severe cases of road rage.
The drive was supposed to only take about twenty minutes. However, with the insanity at the airport, and dealing with heavy traffic, it took almost double that time to reach the final destination. When they did arrive at the university, conditions were equally as hectic because it was move-in day for all students. Once finding a parking spot fairly close to Sydney’s residence building, Sproul Hall, each began contributing to unpacking the vehicle. There were groups of presumed older students who had carts to make transferring baggage from cars to the actual building less complicated. Together, Sydney, Vaughn and a junior named Tony delivered Sydney’s items to the entrance of the hall. But the best part was carrying all of her bags up to the third floor, where her designated room was.
“At least it’s not the seventh floor,” she grinned to Vaughn when they managed to transport all of her materials into the cramped, double occupancy, and twelve-and-a-half by just over ten-and-a-half foot room that was to be her home until the short Thanksgiving break.