| Cry (1/1) Author: Vlada E-mail: Email Amanda some feedback Classification: Angst, slight Vaughn/Sydney romance overtones. Rating: PG. I'm tame. ;) Disclaimer: I don�t own �Alias,� but I wouldn�t mind if someone offered me Vaughn. Summary: Can Vaughn deal with the deadly reality? Cry Would I cry if you died? It�s crazy to think I�m so attached to you that I would. I�ve only known you for, what, a couple of months? It�s crazy to think it�s only been that short of time since you walked into my office. It feels like we�ve lived lifetimes together. Could it be that I�ve knew you before? But I feel like I�m seeing you for the first time like a breath of fresh air. You�re like the salty ocean air. When you scratch my wounds, I wince, but welcome the pain and pleasure of your presence. I wouldn�t think twice of you. I�d never shed a tear or give you a moment�s space. I wouldn�t notice when no one met me with their sweet smile in the warehouse. Life wouldn�t be any different without you. I�m lying to myself, but it�s the only thing I can think to do when I hear your voice. �Help�help,� you whisper. �Sydney? Are okay? Where are you?� I ask into the telephone. There�s no answer, just the sound of quiet, jagged breaths. When I was little, I used to save lost dogs. They�d often been lost so long; they would happily walk home with me, making jagged breaths of thirst and hunger. I remember thinking that it sounded a lot like death, and that�s what drew me to them. They needed me. My mom told me I was meant to save people. Help them like I had rescued those dogs. Can I rescue you now? Is it too late? Am I even worthy of being your prince charming? You have friends who know you better. They�ve seen you through your whole life, the good and the bad. Not just the months of bad like I. I have no right to insert myself into your life. It was just a simple twist of fate that brought you into my office. How can it let me control your fate now? I�ve taken you from your friends and I�ve put you here at the road�s end. Will I see myself when I look into the mirror tomorrow or will it only be the outside hole of my former self? Will my eyes be teary and red shot or glowing with happiness and relief? �Hel�help�� I hear once again. �Sydney? Are you there?� I ask. Nothing. The air is so quiet that I can hear the moment changing. Times are shifting, my emotions turning. I feel a void where she belongs, and I know it�s going to stay empty in my heart. I don�t want to think about it, but the reality is running through my whole body. It�s ugly and harsh and unbelievably true. I have my answer. I cry. The End |
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