Alias fanfiction

[Kiki]

Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic ever...so constructive criticism is most definitely welcome! I wrote one Alias story a long time ago, but it was so crappy it doesn?t count. Song at the end is ?Written in the Stars?, one of my personal favorites, by Elton John.

Disclaimer: If I owned Alias, I would be getting paid for this.

Set during season three premiere when Vaughn darts Sydney with the tranquilizer, one-shot. Vaughn POV. (I?ve never written from a male?s perspective before, I?m sorry if it?s awful)

"It was you, all along"

A deer in the headlights.

That?s the best he could describe the look on her face. Even now, he knew that expression would never leave him. Her eyes wide, her hair mussed up, her mouth open in a small ?o? of betrayal. She stared at him as her legs wobbled, growing weaker, and he caught her without even looking. Smoothing her hair back, he clung to her, kissing her head softly as if to make sure she was real.

I am Vaughn, Syd, he thought, remembering how she had doubted him.

Deep down, he wished she was right. He wished that he wasn?t the Vaughn she used to know. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how long he had waited. But there was no time for that now. He had to get her home.

He knew Kendall was waiting for an update. He knew he was waiting for him to bring her in to be debriefed. But right now, he was much more concerned about her emotional health. Reaching for his cell phone, he called up the one woman who he wanted to talk to least in the world at the moment: his wife. Sighing, he waited as the phone rang and winced as he heard her accent question who it was.

?Michael? Is that you??
?Hi sweetie. Where are you?? He glanced down at Sydney in his arms, as if worried she could hear him.
?I?m at my mother?s...will you be home soon? They keep you for too long, love.?
?I know, he said. God, I know, he thought. It looks like I?m going to be here for awhile though. Don?t come home and wait for me, I?ll be home tomorrow.?
?Alright, Michael. I love you.?
He smiled in spite of the situation.
?I love you, too.?

Hanging up the phone, he gathered Sydney up in his arms, feeling relieved to see she was still sound asleep. He walked slowly over to his car at the end of the alley and placed her gently in the backseat.

We?re going home, Syd, he thought. But it?s not the home we wanted.

He felt tears prick at his eyes, watching the stoplights become blurry as he drove into the night. He rubbed at his eyes desperately, determined to be strong for the woman in the backseat.

Turning into his driveway, he shut the engine off and walked around the side of the car, once again carrying her. Careful not to hit her head on the roof, he shut the door and fumbled for his keys with her in his arms. Opening the door, he looked around sadly. This was his and Lauren?s house now. Not Sydney and Michael. Michael and Lauren. He felt guilty tears overwhelming him again, but blinked them away. Snapping the door shut quietly behind him, he tip-toed to the guest bedroom and gently set Sydney down on it. He sat there with her for a few moments, resisting the urge to caress her face or hold her. Things were different now. Instead, he covered her with a spare blanket, tucking the corners in. Pressing a small kiss to her forehead, he quietly turned off the light and shut the door.

He knew deep down that things would never be the same again. Sitting on the couch, he let his tears spill over for the love that he had lost.

I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand

Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time

Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day

Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned