lenkid
Cadet
Well, here is my Alias fic for all y'all to read. I have it posted on ff.net, but I figured since I'm here all the time, I'd post it here too. I have the first three chapters done, so I'm going to post them here all at once. I hope you like it!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, it belongs to our buddy J.J.
Summary: A mistake on a mission throws Sydney and Vaughn in directions they never thought possible. (S/V)
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Her stomach felt like it was on fire. Nothing could compare to the pain that she was feeling right now. But it felt good. Sydney kept pushing herself. Twenty more should do it. The image of the lithe woman in her room was memorizing to anyone who happened to look in on her, especially if they had been watching her from the beginning of her work-out. She didn’t have to push herself so hard, but she knew that it would only make her better, and the only way to survive was to continually be better. To be the best. She knew that, and that’s why the pain felt so good.
After her last sit-up, Sydney laid out flat on the floor and stretched out her over-worked muscles. Rolling to her side, she grabbed the towel that she had half-hazardly thrown on the couch, and wiped her face with it, taking away the salt from her face. Combined with her sweat, were tears. Lately she had been mulling over her life. She has always thought that if she ever wanted to quit doing the whole spy thing, it’d be as easy as that. She’d just quit. But, after so many years, and after realizing just how deep in the folds of the agency she was, the reality hit her that she could never leave. Never. The only bright light in her life was Vaughn. Vaughn. What would I do without him? Smiling a bit, Sydney got up, throwing the towel over her shoulder, and headed towards the bathroom. “Hey Francie! I’m going to take a shower, ok?”
Francie stuck her head out of the kitchen where she was cooking dinner. “Sure, and when you’re done, we’ll eat.”
Sydney smiled at her friend. “Of course. I can’t wait.”
Francie just looked back at Sydney.
Slightly taken back by Francie’s stoic look, Sydney pushed away any ill thoughts and turned back towards the bathroom. “I’ll be done in about half an hour.”
“Sounds good. This should be done by then.”
Sydney walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She peeled off her sports bra and slipped out of her sweatpants while she waited for the water to warm up. As she stepped into the steam-filled cubicle and felt the water rain down on her body, she could almost feel the tension washing away with her sweat. She rarely really thought about what she did for a living because she never wanted to be reminded of the consequences of anyone knowing about what she really did at her job. That was why she was so nervous around Will, and especially Vaughn. If anything happened to either one of them, she didn’t even know what she would do. Even Francie who didn’t know a thing was acting rather strange lately.
After awhile, Sydney stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a towel. She walked to her room, and picked out some clothes that she would be comfortable in, glancing at her TV that looked to have been moved a bit. Francie must have done some cleaning around here. Sydney got changed, and tied her hair back in a ponytail to get it out of her face. Walking out into the kitchen, she could smell Francie’s latest creation, and her mouth started to salivate. Wow I’m hungry. I think no matter how it tastes, I’m going to eat it. “Hey, thanks for waiting for me.” Sydney smiled at her friend as she sat down at the table.
In between bites, Francie pointed to where Sydney was sitting. “At least I made a plate for you.”
Sydney grabbed a napkin that she put over her lap as she sat down. “Thanks. Looks great Francie.” Sydney picked up her fork and right away dug in. “So any phone calls while I was in the shower?”
Francie looked down at her plate as she stabbed another bite of meat. “Nothing important.”
Sydney’s stomach dropped, and suddenly she wasn’t very hungry anymore. Keeping up her ever solid poker face, she looked at Francie. “What do you mean?”
Francie shrugged her shoulders. “Just some guy.”
Sydney narrowed her eyebrows in confusion because she felt like Francie was hiding something from her. Vaughn was supposed to call her that night, and she still hadn’t heard from him. But if it was him, why would Francie not tell her? Sydney shook her head, and looked away towards the front door, missing Francie’s all-too focused stare on her.
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“Hey, I think I’m going to go out for a little drive tonight Francie.”
Francie handed Sydney another plate to dry. “Any particular reason?”
Taking the plate from Francie, Sydney shrugged. “No, I just need to get out for awhile.”
Without any emotion in her voice, Francie spoke. “Can I come?”
Sydney hesitated so slightly that not many people would ever have noticed her pause. “Uh, Francie, I’m not really going anywhere exciting...”
“Oh. I just thought that it would give us some time to talk.”
Sighing, Sydney turned to her friend. “You think we could do is some other time? I really just want to get some air by myself if that’s ok.”
Never looking up, Francie replied. “Sure. Sounds good. I just don’t want you to be going around with Michael all the time and forgetting about me.”
Sydney quickly looked to Francie. “Oh Francie, I’d never do that, you know that.”
Francie just looked at Sydney. “Yeah.”
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Sydney walked the hallway in the warehouse in silence. The only sound came from the clicking of her heels on the cement floor. They didn’t need to meet down here anymore, but both had agreed that it was a kind of haven for them, and a lot of good memories had been created here. As she rounded the bend, she could see Vaughn sitting on a crate in their usual meeting place. The sound of her footsteps caused him to look up, and Sydney watched a small smile creep across his face. Suddenly she was acutely aware that not only was she grinning, but also blushing. She walked into the cage that was their room, and moved in front of Vaughn. “Hey you.”
Vaughn looked at her with his perpetually sad looking face. “Hey yourself. I was beginning to think that maybe you stood me up.”
Sydney smiled and moved closer so that she could wrap her arms around his body, acutely aware of his arms around her, and his hands resting on her butt. Leaning into him, she whispered. “Sorry, I was in the shower when you called, you’re lucky I came at all.”
Vaughn swallowed audibly and laughed a bit. “That I am.”
Sydney turned serious and pulled away, focusing totally on business. “So why the call? I’m assuming it wasn’t a social one this time.”
Throwing her a lopsided smile, Vaughn replied. “I wish it was, but sadly it isn’t.” Vaughn got up and started pacing the room, very aware of Sydney’s locked gaze on him. Blocking that out of his mind, he continued. “We just got a call that a new Rambaldi artifact has been discovered in Taipei.”
“And you want me to extract it?”
“Not totally. We actually have the artifact here, but our operatives screwed up and left the key to opening the artifact back in Taipei. We think that Sloane has gotten word about it, and we want to get to it before he does.”
“But why would he need it. He doesn’t even have the artifact.”
Vaughn stopped in front of Sydney and looked at her with his concerned eyes. “True, but we think that since Sloane is suddenly so adamant about getting it, the key actually holds more than just the answer to our artifact. We think that it’s a big step in bringing forth the Prophecy.”
Sydney searched Vaughn’s eyes for something else than what he was telling her, but at this point could find nothing. She quickly stood up and brushed some imaginary lint off of her skirt. “Ok. I’ll see you when I get back.” Sydney went to walk past Vaughn, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“Wait.”
Sydney looked up into Vaughn’s eyes.
Looking down at her, Vaughn wanted to tell her not to go, but he couldn’t. “Be careful.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth firmly to hers. The heat generated between the two could easily power a small country for a month.
Pulling away, Sydney looked up and smiled at him, moving away as soon as he let go of her arm. “I always am.”
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Her stomach felt like it was on fire. Nothing could compare to the pain that she was feeling right now. And it didn’t feel good. As Sydney laid on the floor, she could begin to feel a warmth touch her skin. Little did she realize before she passed out that it was the warmth of her own blood.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, it belongs to our buddy J.J.
Summary: A mistake on a mission throws Sydney and Vaughn in directions they never thought possible. (S/V)
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Her stomach felt like it was on fire. Nothing could compare to the pain that she was feeling right now. But it felt good. Sydney kept pushing herself. Twenty more should do it. The image of the lithe woman in her room was memorizing to anyone who happened to look in on her, especially if they had been watching her from the beginning of her work-out. She didn’t have to push herself so hard, but she knew that it would only make her better, and the only way to survive was to continually be better. To be the best. She knew that, and that’s why the pain felt so good.
After her last sit-up, Sydney laid out flat on the floor and stretched out her over-worked muscles. Rolling to her side, she grabbed the towel that she had half-hazardly thrown on the couch, and wiped her face with it, taking away the salt from her face. Combined with her sweat, were tears. Lately she had been mulling over her life. She has always thought that if she ever wanted to quit doing the whole spy thing, it’d be as easy as that. She’d just quit. But, after so many years, and after realizing just how deep in the folds of the agency she was, the reality hit her that she could never leave. Never. The only bright light in her life was Vaughn. Vaughn. What would I do without him? Smiling a bit, Sydney got up, throwing the towel over her shoulder, and headed towards the bathroom. “Hey Francie! I’m going to take a shower, ok?”
Francie stuck her head out of the kitchen where she was cooking dinner. “Sure, and when you’re done, we’ll eat.”
Sydney smiled at her friend. “Of course. I can’t wait.”
Francie just looked back at Sydney.
Slightly taken back by Francie’s stoic look, Sydney pushed away any ill thoughts and turned back towards the bathroom. “I’ll be done in about half an hour.”
“Sounds good. This should be done by then.”
Sydney walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She peeled off her sports bra and slipped out of her sweatpants while she waited for the water to warm up. As she stepped into the steam-filled cubicle and felt the water rain down on her body, she could almost feel the tension washing away with her sweat. She rarely really thought about what she did for a living because she never wanted to be reminded of the consequences of anyone knowing about what she really did at her job. That was why she was so nervous around Will, and especially Vaughn. If anything happened to either one of them, she didn’t even know what she would do. Even Francie who didn’t know a thing was acting rather strange lately.
After awhile, Sydney stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a towel. She walked to her room, and picked out some clothes that she would be comfortable in, glancing at her TV that looked to have been moved a bit. Francie must have done some cleaning around here. Sydney got changed, and tied her hair back in a ponytail to get it out of her face. Walking out into the kitchen, she could smell Francie’s latest creation, and her mouth started to salivate. Wow I’m hungry. I think no matter how it tastes, I’m going to eat it. “Hey, thanks for waiting for me.” Sydney smiled at her friend as she sat down at the table.
In between bites, Francie pointed to where Sydney was sitting. “At least I made a plate for you.”
Sydney grabbed a napkin that she put over her lap as she sat down. “Thanks. Looks great Francie.” Sydney picked up her fork and right away dug in. “So any phone calls while I was in the shower?”
Francie looked down at her plate as she stabbed another bite of meat. “Nothing important.”
Sydney’s stomach dropped, and suddenly she wasn’t very hungry anymore. Keeping up her ever solid poker face, she looked at Francie. “What do you mean?”
Francie shrugged her shoulders. “Just some guy.”
Sydney narrowed her eyebrows in confusion because she felt like Francie was hiding something from her. Vaughn was supposed to call her that night, and she still hadn’t heard from him. But if it was him, why would Francie not tell her? Sydney shook her head, and looked away towards the front door, missing Francie’s all-too focused stare on her.
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“Hey, I think I’m going to go out for a little drive tonight Francie.”
Francie handed Sydney another plate to dry. “Any particular reason?”
Taking the plate from Francie, Sydney shrugged. “No, I just need to get out for awhile.”
Without any emotion in her voice, Francie spoke. “Can I come?”
Sydney hesitated so slightly that not many people would ever have noticed her pause. “Uh, Francie, I’m not really going anywhere exciting...”
“Oh. I just thought that it would give us some time to talk.”
Sighing, Sydney turned to her friend. “You think we could do is some other time? I really just want to get some air by myself if that’s ok.”
Never looking up, Francie replied. “Sure. Sounds good. I just don’t want you to be going around with Michael all the time and forgetting about me.”
Sydney quickly looked to Francie. “Oh Francie, I’d never do that, you know that.”
Francie just looked at Sydney. “Yeah.”
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Sydney walked the hallway in the warehouse in silence. The only sound came from the clicking of her heels on the cement floor. They didn’t need to meet down here anymore, but both had agreed that it was a kind of haven for them, and a lot of good memories had been created here. As she rounded the bend, she could see Vaughn sitting on a crate in their usual meeting place. The sound of her footsteps caused him to look up, and Sydney watched a small smile creep across his face. Suddenly she was acutely aware that not only was she grinning, but also blushing. She walked into the cage that was their room, and moved in front of Vaughn. “Hey you.”
Vaughn looked at her with his perpetually sad looking face. “Hey yourself. I was beginning to think that maybe you stood me up.”
Sydney smiled and moved closer so that she could wrap her arms around his body, acutely aware of his arms around her, and his hands resting on her butt. Leaning into him, she whispered. “Sorry, I was in the shower when you called, you’re lucky I came at all.”
Vaughn swallowed audibly and laughed a bit. “That I am.”
Sydney turned serious and pulled away, focusing totally on business. “So why the call? I’m assuming it wasn’t a social one this time.”
Throwing her a lopsided smile, Vaughn replied. “I wish it was, but sadly it isn’t.” Vaughn got up and started pacing the room, very aware of Sydney’s locked gaze on him. Blocking that out of his mind, he continued. “We just got a call that a new Rambaldi artifact has been discovered in Taipei.”
“And you want me to extract it?”
“Not totally. We actually have the artifact here, but our operatives screwed up and left the key to opening the artifact back in Taipei. We think that Sloane has gotten word about it, and we want to get to it before he does.”
“But why would he need it. He doesn’t even have the artifact.”
Vaughn stopped in front of Sydney and looked at her with his concerned eyes. “True, but we think that since Sloane is suddenly so adamant about getting it, the key actually holds more than just the answer to our artifact. We think that it’s a big step in bringing forth the Prophecy.”
Sydney searched Vaughn’s eyes for something else than what he was telling her, but at this point could find nothing. She quickly stood up and brushed some imaginary lint off of her skirt. “Ok. I’ll see you when I get back.” Sydney went to walk past Vaughn, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“Wait.”
Sydney looked up into Vaughn’s eyes.
Looking down at her, Vaughn wanted to tell her not to go, but he couldn’t. “Be careful.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth firmly to hers. The heat generated between the two could easily power a small country for a month.
Pulling away, Sydney looked up and smiled at him, moving away as soon as he let go of her arm. “I always am.”
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Her stomach felt like it was on fire. Nothing could compare to the pain that she was feeling right now. And it didn’t feel good. As Sydney laid on the floor, she could begin to feel a warmth touch her skin. Little did she realize before she passed out that it was the warmth of her own blood.
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