jerseyhartnett
Cadet
Hey guys... okay, i know i have 2 other fics that i need to finish up, but i couldn't resist, this idea just came to me.
it's my very first fic based on the events of The Telling but like my usual style, it's totally AU.
So hope you guys like it... and if you don't please spare my feelings!
Read on....
CHAPTER ONE
(October 1st, 2008)
Greg Watson, a stocky young blonde agent, fresh from The Farm, felt like his tie was tightening around his neck, making breathing seem like an almost foreign concept.
Standing in front of him was one of the Agency’s most decorated agents.
Not only did he have a stellar list of accomplishments and successes to his name, he also ranked as one of the most well-respected and highly feared agents of CIA.
Watson resisted the urge to clear his suddenly dry and scratchy throat as Michael Vaughn entered the conference room, his eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever as his eyes quickly passed over one person and then to the next.
As he moved his head swept slightly from side to side, a faint scar running from the side of his head down to cheekbone could be made out.
“These the new recruits?” Vaughn barked to Eric Weiss who had been in charge of orientation for their group.
Weiss nodded, the only person in the room who seemed unfazed despite the calculated tone and perma-scowl on the senior agent’s face, very much unlike the 6 other male rookie agents who were practically quaking in their leather shoes.
“Guys, meet Senior Agent Michael Vaughn, one of the CIA’s finest, although I’m sure many of you here already know that,” Weiss said making a quick introduction.
Not that one was needed.
Everyone knew who Michael Vaughn was.
He was about six-feet-tall, but standing in front of them, he could have easily passed for eight… or eighty. “Welcome to the CIA, and to what will become your own personal hell hole for the next 25 years… if you’re lucky enough to live that long.”
His green eyes bore holes into each of their heads. His words were met with silence and none movement, and he could tell it was because they were scared to death.
Weiss felt a glimmer of sympathy for the young men in the room. Unlike them, he hadn’t encountered a superior like Vaughn to make him feel more at home… or not.
But Weiss in no way felt like Vaughn needed to be told to back off or to cut them, or anyone some slack. No, today was October 1st, and if Vaughn wanted to play frat jokes on these rookies, he’d be right there acting as his best friend’s right hand.
“This is the real world ladies, we aren’t doing drills or target shooting. It’s about smarts and survival. Let your guard down and you die, or worse…” his voice cracked ever so slightly that only Weiss was able to detect it.
“Or worse someone else could die on your watch.” Anyone here not prepared to go in with everything and come out with nothing, step up now and get a swift kick in the ass home.”
Without a backward glance he strode out of the room… and a faint ripple of relief could be heard among the rookies.
Weiss narrowed his eyes slightly at their reaction, feeling a surge of protectiveness for his friend.
His voice was harsher than he intended when spoke up to reprimand them. “You’d be wise to listen to Agent Vaughn, gentlemen. Few men in the agency have gone through as much as he has, and survived.”
****
(October 1st, 2003)
When most couples celebrated an important event or occasion, they usually dressed up and went to a fancy place to have dinner or spend an evening.
But for Michael Vaughn, CIA senior agent and head strategist and his girlfriend Sydney Bristow, former CIA double agent and present high junior high teacher, celebrations meant dressing down, ordering pizza from their favorite delivery place and spending a quiet night indoors.
After several months of being together, they had had quite a few of those quiet, celebratory evenings. Which also meant that quite a number of pizzas had been shared.
Why they never ordered anything else was a thought that never crossed their minds, not that it mattered.
The first time Vaughn had picked up the phone to order they discovered something about each other… she hated olives and but he never ate pizza without them.
They were both looking forward to eating a pizza that night, so they compromised. And that night, they developed a routine that would stick around for a long time to come.
Vaughn would carefully pry off all the olives from a slice of pizza while she in turn would artfully pile them onto another.
And then they’d switch.
It usually meant that their pizza eating would often stretch out to be much longer than most, but neither would ever dream of eating pizza anyway else ever again.
The pizza they shared on October 1, 2003 proved to be no different. “Do you think it’s weird how we celebrate the day we met as our anniversary rather than the day we actually got together, like most people do?” Sydney asked thoughtfully as Vaughn started his work on her pizza slice.
He glanced up briefly and smiled at her, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “Syd, we aren’t most people,” he reminded her lightly.
She smiled sheepishly as she loaded up his slice of pizza with her discarded olives. “You’re right of course. And I like to think that October 1st is more than just the day we met, it’s the day when my life changed completely, of course, I didn’t know it at the time,” she said with a chuckle.
They switched slices and began to eat. “I did, the second I saw you with pink hair, a swollen jaw and running mascara, I knew you were going to be something important to me, and that things would never be the same again.”
Sydney took a bite of her pizza and smiled at him, dimples deepening. “I’m glad you were right.”
After a few moments of silence, she spoke up again. “October 1st, 2001 was pretty special, but I don’t think I ever told you that 2002 was a milestone too.”
Vaughn’s forehead furrowed slightly as he wondered why. “That was the same week I was missing in Taipei,” he realized.
Sydney nodded. “I never told you this, but on that day, I walked into the warehouse, hoping so bad that you’d be there. But you weren’t, it was Weiss. At that moment I feared the worst. I thought he was going to tell me that you weren’t coming back… ever, and all I could think was that I may have lost you before I even had a chance to have you.”
Vaughn held her close and told something for the first time. "I love you Sydney." He heard the smile in her voice even if he couldn't see it. "I love you too Michael."
it's my very first fic based on the events of The Telling but like my usual style, it's totally AU.
So hope you guys like it... and if you don't please spare my feelings!
Read on....
CHAPTER ONE
(October 1st, 2008)
Greg Watson, a stocky young blonde agent, fresh from The Farm, felt like his tie was tightening around his neck, making breathing seem like an almost foreign concept.
Standing in front of him was one of the Agency’s most decorated agents.
Not only did he have a stellar list of accomplishments and successes to his name, he also ranked as one of the most well-respected and highly feared agents of CIA.
Watson resisted the urge to clear his suddenly dry and scratchy throat as Michael Vaughn entered the conference room, his eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever as his eyes quickly passed over one person and then to the next.
As he moved his head swept slightly from side to side, a faint scar running from the side of his head down to cheekbone could be made out.
“These the new recruits?” Vaughn barked to Eric Weiss who had been in charge of orientation for their group.
Weiss nodded, the only person in the room who seemed unfazed despite the calculated tone and perma-scowl on the senior agent’s face, very much unlike the 6 other male rookie agents who were practically quaking in their leather shoes.
“Guys, meet Senior Agent Michael Vaughn, one of the CIA’s finest, although I’m sure many of you here already know that,” Weiss said making a quick introduction.
Not that one was needed.
Everyone knew who Michael Vaughn was.
He was about six-feet-tall, but standing in front of them, he could have easily passed for eight… or eighty. “Welcome to the CIA, and to what will become your own personal hell hole for the next 25 years… if you’re lucky enough to live that long.”
His green eyes bore holes into each of their heads. His words were met with silence and none movement, and he could tell it was because they were scared to death.
Weiss felt a glimmer of sympathy for the young men in the room. Unlike them, he hadn’t encountered a superior like Vaughn to make him feel more at home… or not.
But Weiss in no way felt like Vaughn needed to be told to back off or to cut them, or anyone some slack. No, today was October 1st, and if Vaughn wanted to play frat jokes on these rookies, he’d be right there acting as his best friend’s right hand.
“This is the real world ladies, we aren’t doing drills or target shooting. It’s about smarts and survival. Let your guard down and you die, or worse…” his voice cracked ever so slightly that only Weiss was able to detect it.
“Or worse someone else could die on your watch.” Anyone here not prepared to go in with everything and come out with nothing, step up now and get a swift kick in the ass home.”
Without a backward glance he strode out of the room… and a faint ripple of relief could be heard among the rookies.
Weiss narrowed his eyes slightly at their reaction, feeling a surge of protectiveness for his friend.
His voice was harsher than he intended when spoke up to reprimand them. “You’d be wise to listen to Agent Vaughn, gentlemen. Few men in the agency have gone through as much as he has, and survived.”
****
(October 1st, 2003)
When most couples celebrated an important event or occasion, they usually dressed up and went to a fancy place to have dinner or spend an evening.
But for Michael Vaughn, CIA senior agent and head strategist and his girlfriend Sydney Bristow, former CIA double agent and present high junior high teacher, celebrations meant dressing down, ordering pizza from their favorite delivery place and spending a quiet night indoors.
After several months of being together, they had had quite a few of those quiet, celebratory evenings. Which also meant that quite a number of pizzas had been shared.
Why they never ordered anything else was a thought that never crossed their minds, not that it mattered.
The first time Vaughn had picked up the phone to order they discovered something about each other… she hated olives and but he never ate pizza without them.
They were both looking forward to eating a pizza that night, so they compromised. And that night, they developed a routine that would stick around for a long time to come.
Vaughn would carefully pry off all the olives from a slice of pizza while she in turn would artfully pile them onto another.
And then they’d switch.
It usually meant that their pizza eating would often stretch out to be much longer than most, but neither would ever dream of eating pizza anyway else ever again.
The pizza they shared on October 1, 2003 proved to be no different. “Do you think it’s weird how we celebrate the day we met as our anniversary rather than the day we actually got together, like most people do?” Sydney asked thoughtfully as Vaughn started his work on her pizza slice.
He glanced up briefly and smiled at her, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “Syd, we aren’t most people,” he reminded her lightly.
She smiled sheepishly as she loaded up his slice of pizza with her discarded olives. “You’re right of course. And I like to think that October 1st is more than just the day we met, it’s the day when my life changed completely, of course, I didn’t know it at the time,” she said with a chuckle.
They switched slices and began to eat. “I did, the second I saw you with pink hair, a swollen jaw and running mascara, I knew you were going to be something important to me, and that things would never be the same again.”
Sydney took a bite of her pizza and smiled at him, dimples deepening. “I’m glad you were right.”
After a few moments of silence, she spoke up again. “October 1st, 2001 was pretty special, but I don’t think I ever told you that 2002 was a milestone too.”
Vaughn’s forehead furrowed slightly as he wondered why. “That was the same week I was missing in Taipei,” he realized.
Sydney nodded. “I never told you this, but on that day, I walked into the warehouse, hoping so bad that you’d be there. But you weren’t, it was Weiss. At that moment I feared the worst. I thought he was going to tell me that you weren’t coming back… ever, and all I could think was that I may have lost you before I even had a chance to have you.”
Vaughn held her close and told something for the first time. "I love you Sydney." He heard the smile in her voice even if he couldn't see it. "I love you too Michael."
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