When Love Is Not Enough- Part 1
Rating: PG- for now
Pairing: S/V- well kinda
Note: This fic is mid “Frame” AU
Thanks: Thanks to “B” for reading this through and listening to me blabber on. To yumytaffy, without you this would be dead in the water and for your wonderful editing. To Doona, for reading my first fic and giving me the kick in the behind i needed. Thank you also to Kimmers. Hugs to you all! Please don't forget that I love feedback, what you loved, what you hated etc. Also I have used “Eric” instead of “Weiss,” it’s a personal choice and also cause the poor guy never gets called it!! LOL
And here we go.
Syd POV
“Lauren and I are separating. When we get home, I’m on Weiss’ couch.”
I had waited so long to hear him say that, but now that Vaughn had, I was unsure. Where would we go from here? Would Vaughn and I go back to the way we were before two years of my life had been stolen? All I could do was ask him if it was what he really wanted. I had held my breath as I waited for his answer. Hearing Vaughn say the words “it is” with such a certainty in his eyes that I hadn’t seen for years was comforting. It was as though, perhaps, we could move past Lauren.
But it scared me, too. What if things didn’t work out, and Vaughn and I reach an impasse? A point that we couldn’t move past, stuck being nothing, not lovers but not friends either.
Eric had been giving me looks all afternoon as though he had anticipated this whole thing and it had just been a matter of time before Vaughn was sleeping on his couch. I smiled at Eric, standing up from my desk and moving over to his to put him out of his misery. Eric stood up and guided me over to the “flirting corner,” grinning broadly; he had already guessed what I was going to say.
“So are you two working it out? Are you taking advantage of this golden opportunity to work through the war zone you two call a relationship?”
I gave Eric a stern look at his statement about Vaughn and my relationship being likened to a “war zone,” but I couldn’t help smiling at his enthusiasm. From what I had heard from Vaughn, Eric had always had a vested interest in Vaughn’s relationships, Vaughn and I in particular.
“We haven’t really spoken too much, at least not since he told me that he and Lauren are separating.” I smiled at Eric’s exasperated sigh.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him,” Eric assured me. “Trust me. I can convince him to do just about anything. You two will work this out.”
I nodded my head, hoping that his words were true. “Yeah, we’ll work it out,” I replied.
God, I hope we do, I thought to myself as Eric walked away.
I really hope we do.
Vaughn POV
I tried to gauge a reaction from the look in her eyes. When I had finally found the time to tell her that Lauren and I were separating, Sydney hadn’t really said much except to ask if it was what I really wanted. It was; I had just taken a while to realize it.
Ever since Sydney had come back, I had been trying to convince myself that Lauren and I could be happy, that my marriage was working, but with Lauren being away for the NSC and me working at the CIA on top of that, we barely saw each other except at work, and that wasn’t really the best place for us to, well, act married. Especially because if we did, I would receive death looks from Jack, exasperated looks from Eric, and Sydney, well, she didn’t really look at me at all. She tried to avoid making eye contact with me whenever Lauren and I were together. I didn’t want to feel as though my marriage was something I had to justify, but when I looked at Sydney, I felt as though I should, and when that feeling came over me, I realized I was unhappy. If I felt that I had to justify my marriage to my ex, then things just weren’t working. Lauren and I weren’t working, and realizing that made me feel better than I had in a long time.
Eric interrupted my thoughts. “Come on, you’re buying me coffee,” he stated and waited for me to follow. As we waited at the elevators, I looked at Eric, trying to figure out the reason for this impromptu coffee trip.
“There’s coffee over there,” I said, gesturing to the coffee machine.
Eric smiled at me blandly. “Yes, brewed from the world’s finest motor oil.”
I smiled. “Yeah, it does taste pretty awful.”
The elevator doors opened, and we rode down in silence, which left me wondering if this whole trip was going to be one of silence.
Eric and I got to the coffee place. It wasn’t very busy so we were served quickly. Eric continued to stay silent as we chose a table towards the back of the shop. This was starting to worry me, as Eric was never one to be silent for long periods of time.
“You’d better work this out with her or I’m going to get very angry with you, and my couch will not be available to you.”
I looked at Eric. He looked at me, his dark eyes serious.
“I mean it, Mike. Don’t wait. If you aren’t going to talk to Syd, then why are you separating from Lauren?”
I took a breath. “I’m not leaving Lauren to get with Syd. I’m leaving Lauren because I am unhappy with her. Syd doesn’t come into it.”
Eric raised his eyebrows and gave a snort of laughter. “Who are you kidding? Sydney Bristow has everything to do with this, and you know it, Mike. Just talk to her, all right? Otherwise, your relationship with Lauren won’t be the only one ending.”
I nodded. “I get your point, Eric.”
“Good.”
I took a sip of my coffee and looked out the window. When we got back to the office, I would go and find Syd and talk to her. I wanted this to work. I really did.
Rating: PG- for now
Pairing: S/V- well kinda
Note: This fic is mid “Frame” AU
Thanks: Thanks to “B” for reading this through and listening to me blabber on. To yumytaffy, without you this would be dead in the water and for your wonderful editing. To Doona, for reading my first fic and giving me the kick in the behind i needed. Thank you also to Kimmers. Hugs to you all! Please don't forget that I love feedback, what you loved, what you hated etc. Also I have used “Eric” instead of “Weiss,” it’s a personal choice and also cause the poor guy never gets called it!! LOL
And here we go.
Syd POV
“Lauren and I are separating. When we get home, I’m on Weiss’ couch.”
I had waited so long to hear him say that, but now that Vaughn had, I was unsure. Where would we go from here? Would Vaughn and I go back to the way we were before two years of my life had been stolen? All I could do was ask him if it was what he really wanted. I had held my breath as I waited for his answer. Hearing Vaughn say the words “it is” with such a certainty in his eyes that I hadn’t seen for years was comforting. It was as though, perhaps, we could move past Lauren.
But it scared me, too. What if things didn’t work out, and Vaughn and I reach an impasse? A point that we couldn’t move past, stuck being nothing, not lovers but not friends either.
Eric had been giving me looks all afternoon as though he had anticipated this whole thing and it had just been a matter of time before Vaughn was sleeping on his couch. I smiled at Eric, standing up from my desk and moving over to his to put him out of his misery. Eric stood up and guided me over to the “flirting corner,” grinning broadly; he had already guessed what I was going to say.
“So are you two working it out? Are you taking advantage of this golden opportunity to work through the war zone you two call a relationship?”
I gave Eric a stern look at his statement about Vaughn and my relationship being likened to a “war zone,” but I couldn’t help smiling at his enthusiasm. From what I had heard from Vaughn, Eric had always had a vested interest in Vaughn’s relationships, Vaughn and I in particular.
“We haven’t really spoken too much, at least not since he told me that he and Lauren are separating.” I smiled at Eric’s exasperated sigh.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him,” Eric assured me. “Trust me. I can convince him to do just about anything. You two will work this out.”
I nodded my head, hoping that his words were true. “Yeah, we’ll work it out,” I replied.
God, I hope we do, I thought to myself as Eric walked away.
I really hope we do.
Vaughn POV
I tried to gauge a reaction from the look in her eyes. When I had finally found the time to tell her that Lauren and I were separating, Sydney hadn’t really said much except to ask if it was what I really wanted. It was; I had just taken a while to realize it.
Ever since Sydney had come back, I had been trying to convince myself that Lauren and I could be happy, that my marriage was working, but with Lauren being away for the NSC and me working at the CIA on top of that, we barely saw each other except at work, and that wasn’t really the best place for us to, well, act married. Especially because if we did, I would receive death looks from Jack, exasperated looks from Eric, and Sydney, well, she didn’t really look at me at all. She tried to avoid making eye contact with me whenever Lauren and I were together. I didn’t want to feel as though my marriage was something I had to justify, but when I looked at Sydney, I felt as though I should, and when that feeling came over me, I realized I was unhappy. If I felt that I had to justify my marriage to my ex, then things just weren’t working. Lauren and I weren’t working, and realizing that made me feel better than I had in a long time.
Eric interrupted my thoughts. “Come on, you’re buying me coffee,” he stated and waited for me to follow. As we waited at the elevators, I looked at Eric, trying to figure out the reason for this impromptu coffee trip.
“There’s coffee over there,” I said, gesturing to the coffee machine.
Eric smiled at me blandly. “Yes, brewed from the world’s finest motor oil.”
I smiled. “Yeah, it does taste pretty awful.”
The elevator doors opened, and we rode down in silence, which left me wondering if this whole trip was going to be one of silence.
Eric and I got to the coffee place. It wasn’t very busy so we were served quickly. Eric continued to stay silent as we chose a table towards the back of the shop. This was starting to worry me, as Eric was never one to be silent for long periods of time.
“You’d better work this out with her or I’m going to get very angry with you, and my couch will not be available to you.”
I looked at Eric. He looked at me, his dark eyes serious.
“I mean it, Mike. Don’t wait. If you aren’t going to talk to Syd, then why are you separating from Lauren?”
I took a breath. “I’m not leaving Lauren to get with Syd. I’m leaving Lauren because I am unhappy with her. Syd doesn’t come into it.”
Eric raised his eyebrows and gave a snort of laughter. “Who are you kidding? Sydney Bristow has everything to do with this, and you know it, Mike. Just talk to her, all right? Otherwise, your relationship with Lauren won’t be the only one ending.”
I nodded. “I get your point, Eric.”
“Good.”
I took a sip of my coffee and looked out the window. When we got back to the office, I would go and find Syd and talk to her. I wanted this to work. I really did.
...this is really cool. can i get a pm when your done please?