aliasgirl89
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Ditto! everyone wants more
~ash~
~ash~
spysurfergrl247
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Im mad at Vaughn on the show soooo he better stop the wedding before i go crazy!!!! 
Mrs. Karie Vartan
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*Sigh* That was so romantic!!
I love you Vaughn...for better or for worse!! (and believe me...since the finale, it has been worse!!)
But I can't help it, I still love him!! :kissme:
NEways, I sooo can't wait for the next chapter!!!
-Karie-
I love you Vaughn...for better or for worse!! (and believe me...since the finale, it has been worse!!)
But I can't help it, I still love him!! :kissme:
NEways, I sooo can't wait for the next chapter!!!
-Karie-
Ms.MichaelVaughn
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I really like the story....
Hope you'll update soon
Hope you'll update soon
spysurfergrl247
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:hi: PLEAS write more real SOON!!cause i dont have class for the rest of the week and i luv this story!!!
Syd_Vaughn4ever
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Ok I need more!!!! LOL
pennstatechic
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I think I say this everytime, but everytime you end a chapter, you are killing me here. You have to write more soon! Please, for the love of GOD! lol
Lauren
lolLauren
spysurfergrl247
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Pleas write more im going CRAZY!!!
Mrs. Karie Vartan
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All those in favor for a new chapter soon...say "I"
<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>"I"!!</span> :lol:
-Karie-
<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>"I"!!</span>
:lol: -Karie-
Vaughn'sGirl
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Xtremelimits08
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I I I I I I !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Syd_Vaughn4ever
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IIIIIIIII Come on ur KILLING ME!!!
Xtremelimits08
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i feel like a chines person no offense to anybody
i feel like a chines person no offense to anybody
Hey, I'm Chinese. LOL...you guys are really funny. Well here it is.....the final installment.
Chapter 10
Vaughn hurries home in the same fashion he had left; body moving, but mind not aware. When he unlocks the door to his apartment, his mind finally refocuses on reality. Something doesn’t feel right. He rounds the corner and sees a light coming from his bedroom. “Is it her?” he questions as his alertness increases. He couldn’t believe he let his thoughts drift there. “Why would she be at your house you idiot?” he answers himself.
It is Weiss. He is trying to get Donovon ready for his big move.
The dog immediately rushes away from Weiss and jumps for Vaughn. His stubby little legs doesn’t carry him too high up in the air, but he tries his best. He too senses that his little world is going to change very soon. When Vaughn doesn’t respond, the cute little pup whimpers at his owner’s neglect and slowly waggles back to Weiss.
“ It’s alright Donny, he’s not himself,” Weiss says as he pats the little dogs head. Then he directs his attention to his friend. “ Well, should I even ask what happened?”
Vaughn doesn’t say anything. He looks exhausted. His wet hair is a complete mess. Before he came home from the wedding, he went for a walk to let the rain wash away everything. All the sadness.
“ Oookaayy?” Weiss says with an unsure tone. “ Whoa, you’re soaked. Is it raining out there? Maybe you should clean yourself up.”
“ Maybe you should leave. . .” Vaughn spits out bitterly. He doesn’t mean to lash out at Weiss. He just talks the way he feels.
“ Geez. If that’s the way you want it. I thought that this may be the last time we’d get to hang out considering. . .but that’s fine by me. Have a nice new life . . .come on Donny, we’ll come back for your stuff another day when Mr.Cranky is long gone.” Weiss heads for the door grabbing Donovan’s leash on his way, but Vaughn stops him.
“ Eric, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Weiss is a big softy and immediately changes his tone.
“ Look man, I know what you’re going through. But you know Sydney Bristow isn’t the center of the universe and her marrying someone else shouldn’t be the end of the world. You’ve got to move on too.”
“ I know. You’re right.” That’s when he looks around at the suitcases already stacked up nicely in the corner, “ That’s what I plan to do.”
“ You should probably clean yourself up and be on your way.” Vaughn heads for the shower again, and in half an hour, he is in a clean new shirt and suit.
“ My offer to drive you to the airport still stands you know,” his loyal friend reminds him.
“ Thanks, but I think I’m going to take a taxi. Go alone.” He is really going to miss Weiss. They have been buddies since their first year as new trainees for the Agency. “ I hope you get that promotion real soon.”
“ Thanks man.” The two guys say their goodbyes and give each other a manly hug. The little pup soon waggles to them and joins the party. Vaughn turns to grab his luggage and heads to the airport.
All during the taxi ride, Vaughn tries desperately not think about Sydney. But nothing seems to be working. He closes his eyes and the image of them two in the mirror is engraved into his mind. He quickly opens them again.
“Alright,” he thinks to himself, “ just keep yourself occupied and look at other things. . . like the beautiful city of LA, you won’t be seeing it much any more.” When he turns his head to look out the window, of course they just happen to pass by a wedding dress boutique. “Great!” he thinks, “ Okay let’s see what’s on the other side,” and he peers out the right window, only to see a sign with big red letters: “ Red wigs for sale,” He lets out a snort and chuckles to himself at the irony of it all.
Meanwhile back in his apartment, Weiss finishes packing Donovan’s stuff. He walks around the rooms to check everything one last time. He ends up in the kitchen and peers into the fridge to see if there’s anything. All of a sudden, there is a pounding on the door.
“ It’s open man, did you forget something?” he calls out while his head is still stuck in the fridge. He hears the door open, but the person doesn’t respond. Weiss whips his head around, “Vau. . .” and his eyes widen as he sees a wet woman in a bridal gown. “Whoa! What are you doing here?”
“ Is he here?” she says out of breath.
“ Uh, no. He left for the airport already.”
“ When’s his flight?”
“ Syd . . .I don’t think . . . ”
“ Was he mad at me?” she asks him with sadness in her eyes.
“ No . . .of course not. He wants you to be happy.”
“ Good . . .Maybe I can still . . .” she turns her heels to run out the door.
As she nears the door, Weiss calls out to her, “ I think you should give him the same chance to be happy.”
Her demeanor slowly changes as she contemplates what Weiss is trying to tell her. All she thought was about how she needed to find him and hoped that he didn’t leave just yet. Now was the first time she truly thought about what’s best for him. She decides she needs to think once again as she closes the door behind her.
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Vaughn is waiting for the plane to arrive and tries to read a magazine. But it is a real bore. His mind is still else where and some how reading about the depressing state of the economy doesn’t appeal to him. He decides to look at one of the gift stores. He roams around and sees a silver watch. Then his mind starts to go off on its own. The watch is nice. It would be a nice gift for Christmas. I gave Sydney a picture frame for that first Christmas. Sydney’s picture would look great in my picture frame. Too bad we never celebrated Christmas together. Ahhhh, stop it.
He gives up and heads back to the waiting area. All of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, he recognizes a black suit. His eyes travel up the woman’s back to see beautiful locks of brown hair. He couldn’t believe it. A little part of him still had a glimmer of hope that she would drop everything and catch up with him. His heart starts to pound as his legs pick up speed. He pushes past some people in his way to get to her. He slows down when he is near and taps her on the shoulder. “ Syd . . .” only to see a pair of unfamiliar eyes. “ Oh, I, uh, I’m so sorry. I thought. . . I thought you were someone else. I’m terribly sorry.”
The woman gives him a weird expression, but politely says that it is okay. He just wants to hit himself over the head with a baseball bat. “ Now boarding for Barcelona at Gate 22,” the loud speaker calls out. “Thank God” he says silently and rushes back to the waiting area. Unfortunately there is an extremely long line by the time he reaches the boarding gate.
Vaughn waits patiently in line as he thinks about how embarrassed he felt a few minutes ago with that woman he mistook for Sydney. Had he always been this scatter-brained when he was her handler? He hoped not. He hoped that her new handler would a good guy, not like Lambert. No scratch that. He hoped that her new handler would be a woman. Yes, a woman. Somehow he doesn’t want another man to take the only place he had in her life. While his own thoughts swirled in his head, his ears picked up bits of a neighboring conversation.
“ Sydney . . .” a man from behind him says.
“ What? Where?” Vaughn let his own words slip out.
“ Excuse me?” the man asks.
“ You said Sydney.”
“ Yes. I was just saying to this other lady that I was going to Sydney, Australia after a tour of Europe.”
“ Oh right. Of course. I hear it’s great down there.” Vaughn is seriously starting to get frustrated with himself. He is beginning to see and hear things out of no where. Everything reminds him of her. “I really need a drink,” he thinks.
Vaughn finally boards the plane and takes his seat in first class. The CIA liked him enough to give him first class ticket. He also got lucky that no one had the ticket next to him. He remembers having to sit in terrible seats on missions with Sydney. The first few missions together, they flew out separately. Then they didn’t feel there was a need. They obviously couldn’t get seats right next to each other because that was still too risky. She simply took the seat in front of him.
One time she surprised him by slipping a note through the crack between the seats. From then on, that was the way they spent their time on planes. They conversed by passing notes back and forth. They had a lot of fun and found out so much more about each other. He felt like he was in Junior High and was passing notes with the girl he had a crush on. The time they spent together wasn’t always serious, sad, or painful. There were great memories too.
He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes trying to calm himself down and clear his head, but all he can hear are giggles coming from the next two seats over. There is a couple whispering, laughing, and cuddling. Vaughn gives them a stare and the woman responds, “ Sorry. We’ll try to be quiet. It’s just that we’re on our honeymoon.” Just perfect!
“ It seems like LOTS of people are getting married today,” he says angrily, “ Where IS that drink?”
The stewardess quickly returns with his drink. Vaughn takes the glass and pours it all down. Then he asks for another. And another after that. Yes, this is how it’s supposed to go in movies, isn’t it? The woman goes off and marries someone else, and the man goes to the bar and gets stupidly drunk to numb his broken heart. He isn’t drunk yet, but he is getting closer.
The stewardess comes back the third time and hands him a drink with a napkin underneath, but this time she says, “ Careful about this one, when you reach the very bottom. . . ” and winks.
Vaughn is a little confused. What does she mean? Is she trying to flirt with him? He thinks it’s probably just the alcohol taking effect. That’s the reason he can’t understand the woman. Anyway, he continues to drink, but slower this time. It’s an interesting drink. He didn’t think he ordered it, but he doesn’t care anymore. Once the last drop is down in his system, he sets the drink over the napkin and stares at the glass. The bottom of the glass looks a little dirty, and then he notices. “ What the . . ” he says as he slides the glass over off the napkin. In light black ink the napkin reads:
The only way my special day could be just a little more perfect, is if the right man was there. He came, but then he left. I wasn’t sure before, but now I know. He’s the one. I don’t want to settle when I can have something greater. I’m still just the same Sydney Bristow, if he’ll have me.
He just stares at it, unable to breathe. A light touch grazes his arm. He doesn’t turn his head to see, but knows it’s her. She settles in the seat next to him and he lets out his held breath. Her hand travels down his arm to his hand and opens his fingers. She intertwines her hand into his and gives it a little squeeze. He squeezes back.
Both their bodies relax and fall back into their seats. They close their eyes to see each other’s faces. They are now content and satisfied knowing that when they open their eyes the next time, they will see their soul mates. With his eyes still closed, he finally smiles for the first time in six months. Sensing the curl of his mouth, she is able to truly smile for the first time on her wedding day.
And they simply stay like that. Just smiling.
A/N: Thanks for reading this whole thing. You didn’t seriously think that I was going to let Sydney marry someone else...did you? Syd and Vaughn FOREVER!!!!!! Thanks for reading. The story can end here. For those of you who like it as is, that’s the end.
There is an epilogue, but I have gotten mixed reviews about it....so I dunno if you want to read it or not....
LOL...you guys are really funny. Well here it is.....the final installment.Chapter 10
Vaughn hurries home in the same fashion he had left; body moving, but mind not aware. When he unlocks the door to his apartment, his mind finally refocuses on reality. Something doesn’t feel right. He rounds the corner and sees a light coming from his bedroom. “Is it her?” he questions as his alertness increases. He couldn’t believe he let his thoughts drift there. “Why would she be at your house you idiot?” he answers himself.
It is Weiss. He is trying to get Donovon ready for his big move.
The dog immediately rushes away from Weiss and jumps for Vaughn. His stubby little legs doesn’t carry him too high up in the air, but he tries his best. He too senses that his little world is going to change very soon. When Vaughn doesn’t respond, the cute little pup whimpers at his owner’s neglect and slowly waggles back to Weiss.
“ It’s alright Donny, he’s not himself,” Weiss says as he pats the little dogs head. Then he directs his attention to his friend. “ Well, should I even ask what happened?”
Vaughn doesn’t say anything. He looks exhausted. His wet hair is a complete mess. Before he came home from the wedding, he went for a walk to let the rain wash away everything. All the sadness.
“ Oookaayy?” Weiss says with an unsure tone. “ Whoa, you’re soaked. Is it raining out there? Maybe you should clean yourself up.”
“ Maybe you should leave. . .” Vaughn spits out bitterly. He doesn’t mean to lash out at Weiss. He just talks the way he feels.
“ Geez. If that’s the way you want it. I thought that this may be the last time we’d get to hang out considering. . .but that’s fine by me. Have a nice new life . . .come on Donny, we’ll come back for your stuff another day when Mr.Cranky is long gone.” Weiss heads for the door grabbing Donovan’s leash on his way, but Vaughn stops him.
“ Eric, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Weiss is a big softy and immediately changes his tone.
“ Look man, I know what you’re going through. But you know Sydney Bristow isn’t the center of the universe and her marrying someone else shouldn’t be the end of the world. You’ve got to move on too.”
“ I know. You’re right.” That’s when he looks around at the suitcases already stacked up nicely in the corner, “ That’s what I plan to do.”
“ You should probably clean yourself up and be on your way.” Vaughn heads for the shower again, and in half an hour, he is in a clean new shirt and suit.
“ My offer to drive you to the airport still stands you know,” his loyal friend reminds him.
“ Thanks, but I think I’m going to take a taxi. Go alone.” He is really going to miss Weiss. They have been buddies since their first year as new trainees for the Agency. “ I hope you get that promotion real soon.”
“ Thanks man.” The two guys say their goodbyes and give each other a manly hug. The little pup soon waggles to them and joins the party. Vaughn turns to grab his luggage and heads to the airport.
All during the taxi ride, Vaughn tries desperately not think about Sydney. But nothing seems to be working. He closes his eyes and the image of them two in the mirror is engraved into his mind. He quickly opens them again.
“Alright,” he thinks to himself, “ just keep yourself occupied and look at other things. . . like the beautiful city of LA, you won’t be seeing it much any more.” When he turns his head to look out the window, of course they just happen to pass by a wedding dress boutique. “Great!” he thinks, “ Okay let’s see what’s on the other side,” and he peers out the right window, only to see a sign with big red letters: “ Red wigs for sale,” He lets out a snort and chuckles to himself at the irony of it all.
Meanwhile back in his apartment, Weiss finishes packing Donovan’s stuff. He walks around the rooms to check everything one last time. He ends up in the kitchen and peers into the fridge to see if there’s anything. All of a sudden, there is a pounding on the door.
“ It’s open man, did you forget something?” he calls out while his head is still stuck in the fridge. He hears the door open, but the person doesn’t respond. Weiss whips his head around, “Vau. . .” and his eyes widen as he sees a wet woman in a bridal gown. “Whoa! What are you doing here?”
“ Is he here?” she says out of breath.
“ Uh, no. He left for the airport already.”
“ When’s his flight?”
“ Syd . . .I don’t think . . . ”
“ Was he mad at me?” she asks him with sadness in her eyes.
“ No . . .of course not. He wants you to be happy.”
“ Good . . .Maybe I can still . . .” she turns her heels to run out the door.
As she nears the door, Weiss calls out to her, “ I think you should give him the same chance to be happy.”
Her demeanor slowly changes as she contemplates what Weiss is trying to tell her. All she thought was about how she needed to find him and hoped that he didn’t leave just yet. Now was the first time she truly thought about what’s best for him. She decides she needs to think once again as she closes the door behind her.
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Vaughn is waiting for the plane to arrive and tries to read a magazine. But it is a real bore. His mind is still else where and some how reading about the depressing state of the economy doesn’t appeal to him. He decides to look at one of the gift stores. He roams around and sees a silver watch. Then his mind starts to go off on its own. The watch is nice. It would be a nice gift for Christmas. I gave Sydney a picture frame for that first Christmas. Sydney’s picture would look great in my picture frame. Too bad we never celebrated Christmas together. Ahhhh, stop it.
He gives up and heads back to the waiting area. All of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, he recognizes a black suit. His eyes travel up the woman’s back to see beautiful locks of brown hair. He couldn’t believe it. A little part of him still had a glimmer of hope that she would drop everything and catch up with him. His heart starts to pound as his legs pick up speed. He pushes past some people in his way to get to her. He slows down when he is near and taps her on the shoulder. “ Syd . . .” only to see a pair of unfamiliar eyes. “ Oh, I, uh, I’m so sorry. I thought. . . I thought you were someone else. I’m terribly sorry.”
The woman gives him a weird expression, but politely says that it is okay. He just wants to hit himself over the head with a baseball bat. “ Now boarding for Barcelona at Gate 22,” the loud speaker calls out. “Thank God” he says silently and rushes back to the waiting area. Unfortunately there is an extremely long line by the time he reaches the boarding gate.
Vaughn waits patiently in line as he thinks about how embarrassed he felt a few minutes ago with that woman he mistook for Sydney. Had he always been this scatter-brained when he was her handler? He hoped not. He hoped that her new handler would a good guy, not like Lambert. No scratch that. He hoped that her new handler would be a woman. Yes, a woman. Somehow he doesn’t want another man to take the only place he had in her life. While his own thoughts swirled in his head, his ears picked up bits of a neighboring conversation.
“ Sydney . . .” a man from behind him says.
“ What? Where?” Vaughn let his own words slip out.
“ Excuse me?” the man asks.
“ You said Sydney.”
“ Yes. I was just saying to this other lady that I was going to Sydney, Australia after a tour of Europe.”
“ Oh right. Of course. I hear it’s great down there.” Vaughn is seriously starting to get frustrated with himself. He is beginning to see and hear things out of no where. Everything reminds him of her. “I really need a drink,” he thinks.
Vaughn finally boards the plane and takes his seat in first class. The CIA liked him enough to give him first class ticket. He also got lucky that no one had the ticket next to him. He remembers having to sit in terrible seats on missions with Sydney. The first few missions together, they flew out separately. Then they didn’t feel there was a need. They obviously couldn’t get seats right next to each other because that was still too risky. She simply took the seat in front of him.
One time she surprised him by slipping a note through the crack between the seats. From then on, that was the way they spent their time on planes. They conversed by passing notes back and forth. They had a lot of fun and found out so much more about each other. He felt like he was in Junior High and was passing notes with the girl he had a crush on. The time they spent together wasn’t always serious, sad, or painful. There were great memories too.
He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes trying to calm himself down and clear his head, but all he can hear are giggles coming from the next two seats over. There is a couple whispering, laughing, and cuddling. Vaughn gives them a stare and the woman responds, “ Sorry. We’ll try to be quiet. It’s just that we’re on our honeymoon.” Just perfect!
“ It seems like LOTS of people are getting married today,” he says angrily, “ Where IS that drink?”
The stewardess quickly returns with his drink. Vaughn takes the glass and pours it all down. Then he asks for another. And another after that. Yes, this is how it’s supposed to go in movies, isn’t it? The woman goes off and marries someone else, and the man goes to the bar and gets stupidly drunk to numb his broken heart. He isn’t drunk yet, but he is getting closer.
The stewardess comes back the third time and hands him a drink with a napkin underneath, but this time she says, “ Careful about this one, when you reach the very bottom. . . ” and winks.
Vaughn is a little confused. What does she mean? Is she trying to flirt with him? He thinks it’s probably just the alcohol taking effect. That’s the reason he can’t understand the woman. Anyway, he continues to drink, but slower this time. It’s an interesting drink. He didn’t think he ordered it, but he doesn’t care anymore. Once the last drop is down in his system, he sets the drink over the napkin and stares at the glass. The bottom of the glass looks a little dirty, and then he notices. “ What the . . ” he says as he slides the glass over off the napkin. In light black ink the napkin reads:
The only way my special day could be just a little more perfect, is if the right man was there. He came, but then he left. I wasn’t sure before, but now I know. He’s the one. I don’t want to settle when I can have something greater. I’m still just the same Sydney Bristow, if he’ll have me.
He just stares at it, unable to breathe. A light touch grazes his arm. He doesn’t turn his head to see, but knows it’s her. She settles in the seat next to him and he lets out his held breath. Her hand travels down his arm to his hand and opens his fingers. She intertwines her hand into his and gives it a little squeeze. He squeezes back.
Both their bodies relax and fall back into their seats. They close their eyes to see each other’s faces. They are now content and satisfied knowing that when they open their eyes the next time, they will see their soul mates. With his eyes still closed, he finally smiles for the first time in six months. Sensing the curl of his mouth, she is able to truly smile for the first time on her wedding day.
And they simply stay like that. Just smiling.
A/N: Thanks for reading this whole thing. You didn’t seriously think that I was going to let Sydney marry someone else...did you? Syd and Vaughn FOREVER!!!!!! Thanks for reading. The story can end here. For those of you who like it as is, that’s the end.
There is an epilogue, but I have gotten mixed reviews about it....so I dunno if you want to read it or not....