Everyone....let's believe in S/V!!!!! repeat after me:
I BELIEVE....in S and V..... I believe!!!!!!
oh, and don't forget to breathe. Hope you are still breathing by the end of this chap. lol....
Chapter 9
A thunderstorm always reminds her of that day. It has been awhile, but today’s events have brought up so many feelings and memories that were stored deep down in her.
She remembers that day. It was a humid sticky day, not the best day for running, but she needed to be out there to clear her head. She usually never dwelled on missions after they were completed. The only time when she let missions get to her was when it was personal, somehow. That last mission was one she would never forget.
Both the CIA and SD-6 had been desperately trying to infiltrate her mother’s organization for some time. It was her chance to go and obtain valuable information and bring some people into custody. On that particular mission, she witnessed first-hand how cruel her mother was. Her mother was willing to hurt anyone that got in her way. She was even held at gun-point by her own mother. However, when her mother pulled the trigger, Dixon was the one that suffered. In the midst of chaos, Sydney took aim at the guards, but ended up killing an innocent in the process. She had never made a mistake like that before. She rarely even killed the enemies when they attacked her; her combative skills were only used to knock people out so she could do her job. With dealing with her mother, she simply lost control. The mission was a complete disaster; her partner was injured severely, she took the life of an innocent person, and her childhood images of her mother were ruined forever. She returned feeling like a failure.
There was barely any air while she ran, but she couldn’t stop. She had been running what seemed like forever, past the stages of a runner’s high and into numbness. Her legs were mechanical and every muscle fiber ached. But she kept going, not wanting to feel anything. Thunder roared from a distance and the sky darkened. The water came down drop by drop mixing with her sweat. The path she was running on began to get slippery. One unconscious step sent her crashing down to the ground. Once there, she wanted to let everything out. She crouched over the ground just staring intensely down into the earth while her mind was miles elsewhere and nowhere at the same time. A pair of black shoes right in front of her made her return to reality.
She didn’t even notice him until he was there. Since she arrived for her run, he had been there, watching from afar. He had been watching her take lap after lap around the path just waiting for her to give out, so he could bring her back.
While her body was still on the ground, her head tilted up to see his face. He took a step forward so his umbrella would shield her body from the drops of water that were now coming down faster. He wasn’t sure if he should help her up or bend down himself to be at her level. Slowly life returned to her body and she slowly straightened up to stand in front of him. She wanted to fling her body into his arms and collapse there, but stood motionless. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
He set his umbrella down by his legs so his arms would be free. Just like how he comforted her in the warehouse when she first found out about her mother, he closed the gap between them and encircled his arms around to bring her in. Just as their bodies were about to make contact, she quietly said, “ I’m wet.”
“ It’s okay . . . Now I am too,” and pulled her into him. Once she felt contact, she knew it was okay to let everything out. The tears, mixed with sweat and rain, soaked through his suit so he could feel it all on his skin. He wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed into his neck. There was a flash of lightening and crackle of thunder, she unconsciously held on tighter for dear life, and he let her. He was like a shield for the rain and for all her pain as well.
When she stopped her crying, she lifted her eyes in search of his own for assurance. When she found his eyes, they weren’t looking back at her. They were fixed on the messy strands of hair hanging limp against her forehead instead. He brought one hand up to push the strands away so he could clearly see her beautiful face.
“ Thank y . . .” He put a finger to her mouth to silence her. She didn’t need to explain anything to him. With a slight pivot of his hand position, he lifted her chin up, and brought his face down closer to her. His lips slowly covered her own. It was so light, his lips felt like moist air. It was the gentlest kiss he’d ever given and she’d ever received. At first, it seemed like he was being cautious that if he was too insistence, she would break at her fragile state. The kiss then deepened as they both forgot about the dangers of this life. As if on cue, there was a clap of thunder, and their lips were suddenly ignited with fire. She fought for breath, but wasn’t willing to let go. For those moments, he helped for forget the pain. He helped her remember that there was a future.
How she ever walked away from that kiss the first time was beyond her recollection.
Now as the sky changes above her, there was no longer any doubt in her mind. She turns her gaze towards a tree in the back at the same time he lifts his eyes from his shoes. Sydney knows that he is remembering the same exact memory. She remembers that perfect kiss in the storm and thanks God that she has been given a sign about how to proceed with her future. Their stares are interrupted by the priest.
“ Uh, shall we still continue?” the priest questions the bride and groom.
Vaughn holds his breath awaiting for the answer. All eyes are on the couple, and the groom replies “ Of course.”
With those words, Vaughn gives up all hope. He turns his feet and walk away before he could hear her reply.
A/N: Yes I know.....I'm evil again..... let's hear the NOOOOOO!!!! AHHHHHHH!!! I'm sorry...I'm really an angel
honest.
And let's remember again that this story was conceived in my head before season two and before we learned so much about Irina. Thanks again to everyone for reading. Sorry if I’m killing you with not resolving this just yet. There is one more chapter and an epilogue.