Author: That would be me.
Spoilers: This is a AU future fic. I don’t think there’s much space for important spoilers, is there?
Rating: If I can write, you sure can read.
Alright, alright, PG.
Genre: Fluff/Romance.
Disclaimer: You better sit down for this, ‘cause you just won’t believe on what I’m going to say. Ready? I… do… not… own… Alias! Yes, shocking, I know. Who does? J.J, The Bad Robot (question: what made the Bad Robot turn bad? Family issues? Being picked last on gym class? Suffering prejudice for being the only robot on a humans school? Give it a guess!) and all those powerful guys.
Author’s Note: I felt like giving a break from all the angst of my other fic, and after watching ‘Where the Heart Is” and reading lots of cheap but cute novels *winks to Liv* I was inspired to write this. It might not be very good, but hey, what can I do? Read and review anyway.
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“Uncle Michael!” the squeal came from an unmistakable source. Vaughn’s face instantly lit up as he saw the small figure running in his direction.
“There’s my little girl!” he said, scooping her up and lifting her up in the air, before bringing her back down and hugging her tight. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Uncle Michael!” Ailish Bristow said, as she clung to Vaughn’s neck. “Mommy said she didn’t know if you’d come, but I told her, I told her you wouldn’t miss my birthday.”
“Of course I wouldn’t.” Vaughn said, kissing her cheek and putting her down.
“Did you bring me a gift?”
“What would you say if I told you I forgot it this year?”
Ailish looked disappointed for a moment, but quickly her cheerfulness returned.
“It’s ok, Uncle Michael. I don’t mind.” She said, and Vaughn knew she was not lying. It was simply her nature.
“So I guess you don’t want what I have there in the car, do you?”
Ailish became even more cheerful. She was, after all, just a child.
“You brought something? Can I go get it?” she asked. Vaughn seemed to be thinking. “Please?” Ailish added hopefully.
That please would have melted the coldest man alive.
“Sure you can, honey.”
He didn’t need to say twice. Ailish ran to the car like a cannonball. Vaughn smiled, and turned to observe the party. There were many people, kids running all around him, laughing and squealing for reasons no adult could quite understand.
Jack Bristow was there, looking slightly bored as he talked to a woman Vaughn didn’t know. Eric was there as well, surrounded by eager children asking him to do it again, whatever ‘it’ was. Will was giving a bottle to his youngest boy. He didn’t see Sydney.
He made his way to the house. The inside, like the garden, was decorated with balloons – white and yellow balloons. Those were Ailish’s favorites colors. – and there were many guests there as well. Vaughn greeted the ones he knew, and climbed up the stairs.
He opened the door to Sydney’s bedroom, and just as he expected, found her there, seated in front of the vanity desk.
“Vaughn!” Sydney exclaimed as she looked up, and rushed to hug him.
Vaughn walked to her as well, and they met halfway.
“I thought you weren’t going to come.”
“So did I.” He said, with a half smile Sydney didn’t see, having her face buried on his neck, but felt, just as much as she felt his skin against hers.
They hesitantly let go of each other, but their hands remained intertwined. Neither of them noticed this fact.
“Running away from the party, uh?” Vaughn teased.
“Partially, yes.” Sydney admitted. “I came up because a kid spilled juice on my dress, but I’m taking much longer than people usually take to take off a dress and put on another one.”
Vaughn laughed.
“You look beautiful.” He said.
“The other dress was prettier.”
“You don’t need the dress to be beautiful.”
“I think all the time you’ve been spending in France are affecting your behavior. Anytime now you’ll be kissing my hand.”
Vaughn smiled, and brought her hand up to his lips.
Sydney laughed, and pulled her hand back. She could feel it burning on the spot his lips had touched it.
“Will you escort me downstairs, my gentleman?”
“It will be my pleasure.” Vaughn said, offering an arm to her. Sydney linked her own arm through his, giving a final look at the mirror.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Syd.” He said, as he put a hand over the one that rested on his arm.
“I’m glad you came.” She said. Vaughn smiled at her, his silent ‘me too’. Sydney smiled back at him and Vaughn had the comfortable sensation of a man returning to his home.
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“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Look.” Ailish said, running to her mother and raising the china doll as high as her arms allowed her.
“Ooh, it’s beautiful, sweetheart.” Sydney said, taking the doll to look closer at it.
“Uncle Michael gave it to me. She’s French.” Ailish nodded her head solemnly, to confirm her words.
“Did you thank Uncle Michael?” Sydney asked, giving the doll back to her daughter.
Ailish looked up at Vaughn and hugged his leg.
“Thank you, Uncle Michael. I love it.” She said.
Vaughn picked her up, settling her on his lap.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
“Kiss.” Ailish said, and kissed Vaughn’s cheek. She looked at Sydney. “Now mommy.”
Sydney, distracted by someone waving goodbye, didn’t hear her daughter.
“What, honey?”
“You kiss Uncle Vaughn thank you.” Ailish said.
“Oh, alright.” Sydney said. No big deal. She had kissed Vaughn more times than she could count. They were friends.
She gave him a friendly peck on the cheek.
“No, mommy. Adults kiss on the lips.” Ailish explained.
“Only when they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Mommy and Uncle Michael are not.”
“On the lips.” Ailish insisted. “Like adults.”
Sydney sighed. Her daughter could be quite stubborn sometimes. Damn those Bristow genes.
She kissed Vaughn briefly on the lips. Ailish squealed.
“You are boyfriend and girlfriend now.” She announced.
“What?” Sydney exclaimed.
“You kissed on the lips. You’re boyfriend and girlfriend. You said it mommy, you said it.”
“You go play with your doll now, sweetie.” Vaughn said, putting Ailish down. The girl looked up at them with a glee in her eyes, and ran outside.
“She’s a pesky little thing, that one.” Vaughn said, as he took Sydney hand in his and they continued to walk around.
“She wants me to date you.” Sydney said, sounding suddenly tired.
“I know.”
“She’s always asking me why you’re not my husband.”
“What do you say to her?”
“I say we’re just friends, and that we don’t like each other on a dating way.”
“Good answer. And I bet she asks why not.”
“Oh, yes. It’s an endless, maddening circle.”
Vaughn squeezed her hand, and smiled at her.
“Hey, they’re your genes.”
“Bad genes.”
“Wonderful genes.” He corrected. “Now if you don’t mind I’ll go save your father from dying of boredom and that woman of dying in his hands.”
“How can he die of boredom and then kill her?”
“I don’t know. You father has methods.”
“Alright, you go on with your double rescue and I’ll be brave and face The Moms.”
Vaughn’s face twisted in pity.
“Poor thing. Do you want me to go with you?”
“Thanks, but facing The Moms is a ritual I have to go through by myself.” Sydney said, and Vaughn almost laughed at how dramatic they were making the simple fact of chatting with the mothers of Ailish’s friends. But then he remembered how things had went last year, and decided they were underestimating reality.
“If you need help,” he said, leaning in to whisper on her ear. “I can always pass by and spill some juice on your dress.”
Sydney smiled.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
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Spoilers: This is a AU future fic. I don’t think there’s much space for important spoilers, is there?
Rating: If I can write, you sure can read.
Alright, alright, PG. Genre: Fluff/Romance.
Disclaimer: You better sit down for this, ‘cause you just won’t believe on what I’m going to say. Ready? I… do… not… own… Alias! Yes, shocking, I know.
Who does? J.J, The Bad Robot (question: what made the Bad Robot turn bad? Family issues? Being picked last on gym class? Suffering prejudice for being the only robot on a humans school? Give it a guess!) and all those powerful guys. Author’s Note: I felt like giving a break from all the angst of my other fic, and after watching ‘Where the Heart Is” and reading lots of cheap but cute novels *winks to Liv* I was inspired to write this. It might not be very good, but hey, what can I do?
Read and review anyway. *-*-*-*
“Uncle Michael!” the squeal came from an unmistakable source. Vaughn’s face instantly lit up as he saw the small figure running in his direction.
“There’s my little girl!” he said, scooping her up and lifting her up in the air, before bringing her back down and hugging her tight. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Uncle Michael!” Ailish Bristow said, as she clung to Vaughn’s neck. “Mommy said she didn’t know if you’d come, but I told her, I told her you wouldn’t miss my birthday.”
“Of course I wouldn’t.” Vaughn said, kissing her cheek and putting her down.
“Did you bring me a gift?”
“What would you say if I told you I forgot it this year?”
Ailish looked disappointed for a moment, but quickly her cheerfulness returned.
“It’s ok, Uncle Michael. I don’t mind.” She said, and Vaughn knew she was not lying. It was simply her nature.
“So I guess you don’t want what I have there in the car, do you?”
Ailish became even more cheerful. She was, after all, just a child.
“You brought something? Can I go get it?” she asked. Vaughn seemed to be thinking. “Please?” Ailish added hopefully.
That please would have melted the coldest man alive.
“Sure you can, honey.”
He didn’t need to say twice. Ailish ran to the car like a cannonball. Vaughn smiled, and turned to observe the party. There were many people, kids running all around him, laughing and squealing for reasons no adult could quite understand.
Jack Bristow was there, looking slightly bored as he talked to a woman Vaughn didn’t know. Eric was there as well, surrounded by eager children asking him to do it again, whatever ‘it’ was. Will was giving a bottle to his youngest boy. He didn’t see Sydney.
He made his way to the house. The inside, like the garden, was decorated with balloons – white and yellow balloons. Those were Ailish’s favorites colors. – and there were many guests there as well. Vaughn greeted the ones he knew, and climbed up the stairs.
He opened the door to Sydney’s bedroom, and just as he expected, found her there, seated in front of the vanity desk.
“Vaughn!” Sydney exclaimed as she looked up, and rushed to hug him.
Vaughn walked to her as well, and they met halfway.
“I thought you weren’t going to come.”
“So did I.” He said, with a half smile Sydney didn’t see, having her face buried on his neck, but felt, just as much as she felt his skin against hers.
They hesitantly let go of each other, but their hands remained intertwined. Neither of them noticed this fact.
“Running away from the party, uh?” Vaughn teased.
“Partially, yes.” Sydney admitted. “I came up because a kid spilled juice on my dress, but I’m taking much longer than people usually take to take off a dress and put on another one.”
Vaughn laughed.
“You look beautiful.” He said.
“The other dress was prettier.”
“You don’t need the dress to be beautiful.”
“I think all the time you’ve been spending in France are affecting your behavior. Anytime now you’ll be kissing my hand.”
Vaughn smiled, and brought her hand up to his lips.
Sydney laughed, and pulled her hand back. She could feel it burning on the spot his lips had touched it.
“Will you escort me downstairs, my gentleman?”
“It will be my pleasure.” Vaughn said, offering an arm to her. Sydney linked her own arm through his, giving a final look at the mirror.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Syd.” He said, as he put a hand over the one that rested on his arm.
“I’m glad you came.” She said. Vaughn smiled at her, his silent ‘me too’. Sydney smiled back at him and Vaughn had the comfortable sensation of a man returning to his home.
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“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Look.” Ailish said, running to her mother and raising the china doll as high as her arms allowed her.
“Ooh, it’s beautiful, sweetheart.” Sydney said, taking the doll to look closer at it.
“Uncle Michael gave it to me. She’s French.” Ailish nodded her head solemnly, to confirm her words.
“Did you thank Uncle Michael?” Sydney asked, giving the doll back to her daughter.
Ailish looked up at Vaughn and hugged his leg.
“Thank you, Uncle Michael. I love it.” She said.
Vaughn picked her up, settling her on his lap.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
“Kiss.” Ailish said, and kissed Vaughn’s cheek. She looked at Sydney. “Now mommy.”
Sydney, distracted by someone waving goodbye, didn’t hear her daughter.
“What, honey?”
“You kiss Uncle Vaughn thank you.” Ailish said.
“Oh, alright.” Sydney said. No big deal. She had kissed Vaughn more times than she could count. They were friends.
She gave him a friendly peck on the cheek.
“No, mommy. Adults kiss on the lips.” Ailish explained.
“Only when they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Mommy and Uncle Michael are not.”
“On the lips.” Ailish insisted. “Like adults.”
Sydney sighed. Her daughter could be quite stubborn sometimes. Damn those Bristow genes.
She kissed Vaughn briefly on the lips. Ailish squealed.
“You are boyfriend and girlfriend now.” She announced.
“What?” Sydney exclaimed.
“You kissed on the lips. You’re boyfriend and girlfriend. You said it mommy, you said it.”
“You go play with your doll now, sweetie.” Vaughn said, putting Ailish down. The girl looked up at them with a glee in her eyes, and ran outside.
“She’s a pesky little thing, that one.” Vaughn said, as he took Sydney hand in his and they continued to walk around.
“She wants me to date you.” Sydney said, sounding suddenly tired.
“I know.”
“She’s always asking me why you’re not my husband.”
“What do you say to her?”
“I say we’re just friends, and that we don’t like each other on a dating way.”
“Good answer. And I bet she asks why not.”
“Oh, yes. It’s an endless, maddening circle.”
Vaughn squeezed her hand, and smiled at her.
“Hey, they’re your genes.”
“Bad genes.”
“Wonderful genes.” He corrected. “Now if you don’t mind I’ll go save your father from dying of boredom and that woman of dying in his hands.”
“How can he die of boredom and then kill her?”
“I don’t know. You father has methods.”
“Alright, you go on with your double rescue and I’ll be brave and face The Moms.”
Vaughn’s face twisted in pity.
“Poor thing. Do you want me to go with you?”
“Thanks, but facing The Moms is a ritual I have to go through by myself.” Sydney said, and Vaughn almost laughed at how dramatic they were making the simple fact of chatting with the mothers of Ailish’s friends. But then he remembered how things had went last year, and decided they were underestimating reality.
“If you need help,” he said, leaning in to whisper on her ear. “I can always pass by and spill some juice on your dress.”
Sydney smiled.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
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