Alias_Fan0202
Cadet
Title: Complications
Summary: Not quite sure yet...Syd and Vaughn meet, but their relationship soon gains complications...
Disclaimer: What do I own? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I don't even own the computer that I'm typing this at...how horrible is that? No, JJ and ABC and all those hotshots own Alias and Syd and Vaughn and whoever else I use...
A/N: I'm writing my first fanfic...not quite sure how it will turn out, or even if I'll continue...please R/R and tell me whatcha think! ^_^
Chapter 1
Sydney sighed and tucked another strand of hair behind her ear. She gave a little chuckle when she remembered Dixon calling it her “thing,” but the moment was fleeting. All she could think about was her life…her messy, complicated life.
Ok, thought Syd, I’ll just make it less complicated.
I work for SD-6.
I know that it is really not the CIA.
I am too afraid, yes, afraid, to go to the real CIA.
Sydney gave another sigh. Even listing it out didn’t make it better. The thrills and rushes that she used to get from missions are now drowned out by waves of guilt and a feeling that she couldn’t quite place.
The door creaked open, and Sydney’s head shot up.
“Hey, Syd,” said Francie, breaking out in a grin.
“Hey, Fran,” Sydney replied, her facing lighting up for the first time all day.
“Syd, you look…like you got run over. What’s been with you these last few weeks?”
“Ugh, Fran, I don’t know. My job is just really stressful.”
Francie nodded her head like she understood.
“Uh-huh. You know what you need? You need to get out! You need to go meet someone. I mean, I have Charlie.”
“Francie, honestly? I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”
“You might change your mind if you got one,” Francie laughed with a gleam in her eye. “Hey, let’s go out to my restaurant. Or to a club! You want to go to a club? Come on, Syd! Someday, when you’re old and gray, you’ll be wishing that you could actually go to a club.”
Heaving a sigh, Sydney knew she was beat.
“All right, all right. Fran, you win. Let me go change, ok?”
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Vaughn was feeding his dog, Donovan. He was also talking to Donovan. He tended to do that when he was bored or lonely. Which, frankly, seemed to be a lot of the time.
“You know, Donovan, you have a good life. Did you realize that? You have a bowl of food always here, you have your doggy bed, you have the couch, even though you know you’re not supposed to be on it, and you are never in a life-threatening situation.”
Donovan yawned and rolled over onto his back.
“Fine, fine, I’ll scratch your belly. See how good you have it? You even have me trained.”
“Yo, Vaughn!”
Vaughn jumped and turned around.
“Wha-? Weiss, man, you scared me!”
“Thought I was Donovan again, didn’t you?” laughed Weiss. “You know, when people start talking to their dogs…”
“Just save it,” snapped Vaughn.
“Yeah, remember that one conversation I heard?” asked Weiss, blatantly ignoring Vaughn’s comment. “You were deep in a discussion about whether you should wear boxers or briefs. People don’t usually ask their dog for advice about that.”
“Hey! I never had any conversation like that!”
“Oh, right, right. Anyway, I just wanted to swing by and see what you were doing. Obviously not very much.”
“Donovan and I were bonding. Is that such a bad thing?”
“Personally, I think that you two are bonded beyond the normal bonding of human and dog. You need to get out of here.”
Vaughn sighed.
“You know I can’t do that.”
“What, are you still waiting for Alice to call? She’s never going to call you back, Vaughn. I hate to break it to you, but there are important things in your life. She does not rank very highly. Your job does. CIA? Remember that? You have barely been in the office all week! Kendall was about to fire you, last I heard.”
“Weiss, just save it. I’m having a tough time. You know, Donovan never lectures me.”
“Ha. Very funny.”
“Donovan is a much better friend than you,” Vaughn spat.
“Sure. Suuure he is,” said Weiss. Still, he couldn’t help looking over at the dog. “Donovan, do we need to fight for him?”
Donovan just whined and put his head down.
“He usually is very perky,” Vaughn protested.
“Ok, seriously? We’re getting you out of here. Come on. Go change. We’re hitting the LA nightlife!”
:blink: ^_^
Summary: Not quite sure yet...Syd and Vaughn meet, but their relationship soon gains complications...
Disclaimer: What do I own? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I don't even own the computer that I'm typing this at...how horrible is that? No, JJ and ABC and all those hotshots own Alias and Syd and Vaughn and whoever else I use...
A/N: I'm writing my first fanfic...not quite sure how it will turn out, or even if I'll continue...please R/R and tell me whatcha think! ^_^
Chapter 1
Sydney sighed and tucked another strand of hair behind her ear. She gave a little chuckle when she remembered Dixon calling it her “thing,” but the moment was fleeting. All she could think about was her life…her messy, complicated life.
Ok, thought Syd, I’ll just make it less complicated.
I work for SD-6.
I know that it is really not the CIA.
I am too afraid, yes, afraid, to go to the real CIA.
Sydney gave another sigh. Even listing it out didn’t make it better. The thrills and rushes that she used to get from missions are now drowned out by waves of guilt and a feeling that she couldn’t quite place.
The door creaked open, and Sydney’s head shot up.
“Hey, Syd,” said Francie, breaking out in a grin.
“Hey, Fran,” Sydney replied, her facing lighting up for the first time all day.
“Syd, you look…like you got run over. What’s been with you these last few weeks?”
“Ugh, Fran, I don’t know. My job is just really stressful.”
Francie nodded her head like she understood.
“Uh-huh. You know what you need? You need to get out! You need to go meet someone. I mean, I have Charlie.”
“Francie, honestly? I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”
“You might change your mind if you got one,” Francie laughed with a gleam in her eye. “Hey, let’s go out to my restaurant. Or to a club! You want to go to a club? Come on, Syd! Someday, when you’re old and gray, you’ll be wishing that you could actually go to a club.”
Heaving a sigh, Sydney knew she was beat.
“All right, all right. Fran, you win. Let me go change, ok?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vaughn was feeding his dog, Donovan. He was also talking to Donovan. He tended to do that when he was bored or lonely. Which, frankly, seemed to be a lot of the time.
“You know, Donovan, you have a good life. Did you realize that? You have a bowl of food always here, you have your doggy bed, you have the couch, even though you know you’re not supposed to be on it, and you are never in a life-threatening situation.”
Donovan yawned and rolled over onto his back.
“Fine, fine, I’ll scratch your belly. See how good you have it? You even have me trained.”
“Yo, Vaughn!”
Vaughn jumped and turned around.
“Wha-? Weiss, man, you scared me!”
“Thought I was Donovan again, didn’t you?” laughed Weiss. “You know, when people start talking to their dogs…”
“Just save it,” snapped Vaughn.
“Yeah, remember that one conversation I heard?” asked Weiss, blatantly ignoring Vaughn’s comment. “You were deep in a discussion about whether you should wear boxers or briefs. People don’t usually ask their dog for advice about that.”
“Hey! I never had any conversation like that!”
“Oh, right, right. Anyway, I just wanted to swing by and see what you were doing. Obviously not very much.”
“Donovan and I were bonding. Is that such a bad thing?”
“Personally, I think that you two are bonded beyond the normal bonding of human and dog. You need to get out of here.”
Vaughn sighed.
“You know I can’t do that.”
“What, are you still waiting for Alice to call? She’s never going to call you back, Vaughn. I hate to break it to you, but there are important things in your life. She does not rank very highly. Your job does. CIA? Remember that? You have barely been in the office all week! Kendall was about to fire you, last I heard.”
“Weiss, just save it. I’m having a tough time. You know, Donovan never lectures me.”
“Ha. Very funny.”
“Donovan is a much better friend than you,” Vaughn spat.
“Sure. Suuure he is,” said Weiss. Still, he couldn’t help looking over at the dog. “Donovan, do we need to fight for him?”
Donovan just whined and put his head down.
“He usually is very perky,” Vaughn protested.
“Ok, seriously? We’re getting you out of here. Come on. Go change. We’re hitting the LA nightlife!”
:blink: ^_^
i like it!!! ^_^ 
haha i love Weiss!! 
they are so gonna meet in a club aren't they? 
