Caught Up In Reality
Dreams of You
Sydney looked across the candle-lit table into Vaughn's stunningly green eyes. It was the perfect date, the restaurant had a beautiful atmosphere, and through the windows the diners had a splendid view of the Eiffel Tower. The food was exquisite, and the service excellent, but the icing on the cake was Vaughn. Just as he was leaning across the table to share a bite of food, her cell phone rang.
Sydney rubbed her eyes sleepily and groped across the tousled sheets onto the nightstand. Finally she found the phone.
"Joey's Pizza?"
"Sorry, wrong number." She mumbled into the mouthpiece as she stumbled out of bed. When she heard the click on the other line she hung up. She hastily rushed out the door, grabbing a piece of toast and leaving a note for Francie explaining she had gone out for a run.
Glancing at her watch as she drove through the dimly lit streets of LA, she was shocked to find that it was 1:13 in the morning. She had only gotten an hour of sleep since getting back from Rio de Janeiro. The mission hadn't been particularly difficult, but still.
At least she got to see Vaughn. It was unusual that he would contact her before she got another mission from SD-6. Oh my god, I am going to see Vaughn She looked down at her scanty pajamas in horror. It was too late to turn back; at least it was dark in the warehouse.
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Meanwhile Vaughn sat on the table in the warehouse. He hated waking Syd up so soon after she got back from a mission, but he equally was eager to see her. As always. He wondered if there was ever a time he wasn't glad to see Sydney. He strongly doubted that.
Weiss was right. He was too attached to his agent. All his time at work was devoted to keeping her safe, and during most of his free time he was thinking about her. Even when he slept, sometimes he just couldn't keep her out of his head. He thought back to what Irina had asked him when he was sick.
She had wanted to know if he was in love with Sydney. And he had answered her questions. And in a very round-a-bout way, he had said yes. He loved Sydney Bristow.
But it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He couldn't act on his feelings. There was protocol, the Alliance, Sloane. Irina's words rang in his head.
"You asked me some questions. I told you I'd answer them if you helped me. You did help me and I thank you for that. "I didn't do it for you." "I'm trying to live a normal life, which was always hard given what I do but it's gotten harder since I met your daughter. It's not that knowing her hasn't made my life better. It has. But it's also made it that much worse. I think I've said enough."
"The problem, Mr. Vaughn, is that to the one person who matters, you haven't said anything." "Listen, this may not mean anything to you. This may not be something you can understand or appreciate, but we have rules. Very clear and important rules that govern the relationship between a handler and his asset." "And between a man and a woman?"
It was almost like Irina wanted Vaughn to be with Sydney. Then again, what was he listening to her for?
He couldn't act on his feelings... Could he?
He looked up as Sydney's still-slippered feet padded into the warehouse. As she walked in he swallowed hard, noticing that she looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She had just gotten out of bed. Vaughn tried to hide his smile as he looked over what she was wearing. Clad in a worn tank-top and short pajama bottoms, Syd looked as though she could seriously use a coffee.
"Here, I picked you up a latté on the way over. I figured you would need it..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say next. Gratefully she took the caffeine laden drink from his hand, her fingers brushing softly over his as she did so, leaving his hands hot and sweaty.
"This is just what I needed," She said between sips. "Thanks."
"No problem." He said with a smile. She sat down next to him on the table.
"What do you have for me?" She sounded as if she didn't even want to know.
"A recon mission in the Bahamas. According to Jack, Sloane may have stored some files there. It's been confirmed that something is hidden there, we just don't know what. You are going to need to talk to your mother, see if she can help. There is a briefing tomorrow." Sydney nodded. "In the meantime you should get some rest."
"Yeah, I'm beat. I've been so busy lately. Last week it was Rio, the week before that it was St. Petersburg..." She trailed off. He nodded sympathetically. "Well I am going to be getting home. Francie will be wondering why I went running at 1 o'clock in the morning if I don't get back soon."
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"We can't really give you much intel about this mission, as we don't even know what we are looking for. Essentially you will be posing as tourists and touring around the islands, looking for the documents." Sydney sat across from Vaughn, next to her father.
"You said 'tourists'. Who is going with me?" She asked.
"Agent Vaughn and your father. I decided to send them with you to back up your cover in case Sloane picks up on any of this. You and Agent Vaughn will be posing as newlyweds; Jack will be your father. Oh and you are going to need to talk to your mother before you go, see if she has anything that might help us. You leave in three hours."
"And my cover for SD-6?"
"Taken care of. Jack already spoke with Sloane."
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"And who else is going?" Irina asked as Sydney finished giving details about the mission. "I assume your father will be joining you."
"Agent Vaughn will be coming too."
Well that put things in a new light. If it had been only Sydney and Jack, she could have just told them what she knew and be done with it, but with Agent Vaughn joining them...
"I need you to trust me, Sydney. What I am going to ask, you probably are going to reject at first. But you need to let me come with you on this one."
Two and a half hours later, Sydney, Vaughn, Jack, and Irina were on the plane to the Bahamas.
Dreams of You
Sydney looked across the candle-lit table into Vaughn's stunningly green eyes. It was the perfect date, the restaurant had a beautiful atmosphere, and through the windows the diners had a splendid view of the Eiffel Tower. The food was exquisite, and the service excellent, but the icing on the cake was Vaughn. Just as he was leaning across the table to share a bite of food, her cell phone rang.
Sydney rubbed her eyes sleepily and groped across the tousled sheets onto the nightstand. Finally she found the phone.
"Joey's Pizza?"
"Sorry, wrong number." She mumbled into the mouthpiece as she stumbled out of bed. When she heard the click on the other line she hung up. She hastily rushed out the door, grabbing a piece of toast and leaving a note for Francie explaining she had gone out for a run.
Glancing at her watch as she drove through the dimly lit streets of LA, she was shocked to find that it was 1:13 in the morning. She had only gotten an hour of sleep since getting back from Rio de Janeiro. The mission hadn't been particularly difficult, but still.
At least she got to see Vaughn. It was unusual that he would contact her before she got another mission from SD-6. Oh my god, I am going to see Vaughn She looked down at her scanty pajamas in horror. It was too late to turn back; at least it was dark in the warehouse.
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Meanwhile Vaughn sat on the table in the warehouse. He hated waking Syd up so soon after she got back from a mission, but he equally was eager to see her. As always. He wondered if there was ever a time he wasn't glad to see Sydney. He strongly doubted that.
Weiss was right. He was too attached to his agent. All his time at work was devoted to keeping her safe, and during most of his free time he was thinking about her. Even when he slept, sometimes he just couldn't keep her out of his head. He thought back to what Irina had asked him when he was sick.
She had wanted to know if he was in love with Sydney. And he had answered her questions. And in a very round-a-bout way, he had said yes. He loved Sydney Bristow.
But it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He couldn't act on his feelings. There was protocol, the Alliance, Sloane. Irina's words rang in his head.
"You asked me some questions. I told you I'd answer them if you helped me. You did help me and I thank you for that. "I didn't do it for you." "I'm trying to live a normal life, which was always hard given what I do but it's gotten harder since I met your daughter. It's not that knowing her hasn't made my life better. It has. But it's also made it that much worse. I think I've said enough."
"The problem, Mr. Vaughn, is that to the one person who matters, you haven't said anything." "Listen, this may not mean anything to you. This may not be something you can understand or appreciate, but we have rules. Very clear and important rules that govern the relationship between a handler and his asset." "And between a man and a woman?"
It was almost like Irina wanted Vaughn to be with Sydney. Then again, what was he listening to her for?
He couldn't act on his feelings... Could he?
He looked up as Sydney's still-slippered feet padded into the warehouse. As she walked in he swallowed hard, noticing that she looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She had just gotten out of bed. Vaughn tried to hide his smile as he looked over what she was wearing. Clad in a worn tank-top and short pajama bottoms, Syd looked as though she could seriously use a coffee.
"Here, I picked you up a latté on the way over. I figured you would need it..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say next. Gratefully she took the caffeine laden drink from his hand, her fingers brushing softly over his as she did so, leaving his hands hot and sweaty.
"This is just what I needed," She said between sips. "Thanks."
"No problem." He said with a smile. She sat down next to him on the table.
"What do you have for me?" She sounded as if she didn't even want to know.
"A recon mission in the Bahamas. According to Jack, Sloane may have stored some files there. It's been confirmed that something is hidden there, we just don't know what. You are going to need to talk to your mother, see if she can help. There is a briefing tomorrow." Sydney nodded. "In the meantime you should get some rest."
"Yeah, I'm beat. I've been so busy lately. Last week it was Rio, the week before that it was St. Petersburg..." She trailed off. He nodded sympathetically. "Well I am going to be getting home. Francie will be wondering why I went running at 1 o'clock in the morning if I don't get back soon."
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"We can't really give you much intel about this mission, as we don't even know what we are looking for. Essentially you will be posing as tourists and touring around the islands, looking for the documents." Sydney sat across from Vaughn, next to her father.
"You said 'tourists'. Who is going with me?" She asked.
"Agent Vaughn and your father. I decided to send them with you to back up your cover in case Sloane picks up on any of this. You and Agent Vaughn will be posing as newlyweds; Jack will be your father. Oh and you are going to need to talk to your mother before you go, see if she has anything that might help us. You leave in three hours."
"And my cover for SD-6?"
"Taken care of. Jack already spoke with Sloane."
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"And who else is going?" Irina asked as Sydney finished giving details about the mission. "I assume your father will be joining you."
"Agent Vaughn will be coming too."
Well that put things in a new light. If it had been only Sydney and Jack, she could have just told them what she knew and be done with it, but with Agent Vaughn joining them...
"I need you to trust me, Sydney. What I am going to ask, you probably are going to reject at first. But you need to let me come with you on this one."
Two and a half hours later, Sydney, Vaughn, Jack, and Irina were on the plane to the Bahamas.
spy family mission!! lol