wildwildrae
Cadet
Sydney rushed out of SD-6 flustered and in a hurry. She had just recieved an urgent, and definitely risky call from Vaughn. He sounded truly scared, and it wasn't often that he sounded that way.
Beads of sweat began to form along her hairline as she briskly walked into the unmarked warehouse where she and Vaughn always met. She was careful to check the reflection off of his car-the black, standard, CIA-issue lincoln- to make sure she wasn't being followed.
The cold, damp air of the warehouse stunned her slightly as she saw Vaughn sitting on top of one of the many boxes stacked up against the chain-link fencing. She took a moment to drink in his features...his touseled hair, (which he kept nervously running his fingers through) and his electric green eyes that shone with such a peaceful and beautiful passion whenever they gazed into hers.
Suddenly, those very eyes that she had fantasized about more times than were good for her, stared in her direction. They were questioning her, and Vaughn said, "Sydney?" She smiled...somehow he always made her name sound just that certain way. She began to walk again, focusing on the floor.
"Glad you could get here so quick," Vaughn said, as soon as Sydney had gotten closer to him. He was happy to see her again. He hadn't seen her since her mission in Puerto Rico, which had been over four days ago. He admitted bashfully to himself that it was hard for him to not see her for so long. Her eyes were now as questioning as his had been when she first arrived. Obviously, she was ready for buisness.
"What's up Vaughn?" she asked.
"Kendall informed me that sloane has some intel on a Rambaldi artifact. We intercepted an e-mail that Sloane sent to the Alliance asking for high clearance in Italy. Sloane's sending you to get the artifact." said Vaughn.
"What is the artifact exactly?" Sydney asked.
"Apparently it's a ring with inscriptions on it," Vaughn explained, not really sure himself what a ring would have to do with anything Rambaldi-esque.
"Oh, " Sydney replied. "What's my counter?"
"At the airport after you and Dixon separate, we'll be in an operations room waiting to forge the one you'll give to Sloane,"Vaughn said.
They were both silent, trying to think of something else to say, just so they could enjoy each other's company for just a little while longer.
"Why did you sound so upset on the phone?" Sydney asked of Vaughn, finally deciding what to say.
"Oh," Vaughn said timidly, "A-Alice and I, we, well...we broke up," he stammered, watching her eyes.
"Oh Vaughn, I'm so sorry," Sydney proclaimed, trying hard to contain her heightened heart beat. She gathered him in her arms and smiled when she heard him smell her hair. They held each other for what seemed like forever, neither wanting to disturb this fragile moment. Their feelings were ready to burst forth, each willing but scared, not knowing that they both felt the same way. Sydney melted into Vaughn's strong arms and breathed a sigh. Vaughn's fingers were caressing her head in a funny, exhilirating way that stole sydney's breath.
Protocol be damned thought Vaughn as he and Sydney finally broke apart. Vaughn could sware he saw a longing look in Sydney's eyes, but brushed it away as sympathy for his and Alice's break up. He looked away, pained at the thought of Alice. How he wanted to hold Sydney for just a little while longer, to take in the smell of her coconut-scented hair, and to grow old with her. So this is what love is like, he thought. "Have a good time in Italy. Be careful," he said.
"Thanks Vaughn," Sydney replied. She turned to leave. He had to say something....just to see her for a few seconds longer. "Sydney?" he blurted.
Yes, i get to stay just a little longer she thought as she wheeled around. "Yeah?" she said, taking a few steps back towards Vaughn.
Uh-oh. What should i say? Vaughn thought as he racked his brain for something intelligent to say. It was becoming harder and harder to think of something as Sydney kept stepping back towards him.
He had thought for so long that she was now standing right in front of him, awaiting what he wanted to say. "Uh, will you have a slice of pizza for me?" he blurted...the only thing he could think of.
"What?" Sydney chuckled, sitting back down on the crate near his feet. He sat as well. "Well, you are going to Italy aren't you?" he said... trying to salvage some of his dignity. She laughed this time, grabbing his hand. His heart flip-flopped. "Why don't you just ask me to have some spaghetti for you too? Very original, Vaughn," she laughed. He chuckled as well, what the hell, he had lost his dignity already. "Don't forget the garlic bread," he pointed out.
An awkward silence followed, their fingers still intwined. "Vaughn?" Sydney asked, inching just a little bit closer. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," Vaughn said.
She was going to do it. She had made up her mind. Right now. She was going to kiss him. She didn't care about protocol, it was the ugliest eight-letter word she had ever heard. He was so cute, sitting there, holding her hand, joking about garlic bread. It was now or never.
He was going to do it. He decided, right then and there. She was so close, he could just lean over...he didn't give a felgercarb about protocol anymore. They had been through too much. She was so beautiful, sitting there, holding his hand, joking about spaghetti. It was now or never.
They both began to lean in, ready to do what they had set out to. They were determined. It was just them, and nothing else. The closer they got, the quicker Vaughn's heart beated, the more anxious Sydney became. They were so close, Vaughn raised his free hand to caress Sydney's cheek....
His beeper. Her cell phone. Kendall. Francie. Both emergencies, both highly different. Francie was having restaurant trouble, Kendall had just intercepted crucial new intel. Whispered apologies, longing looks. A hug, a hand squeeze, and they were gone.
feel free to comment. thanks! -rachel
Beads of sweat began to form along her hairline as she briskly walked into the unmarked warehouse where she and Vaughn always met. She was careful to check the reflection off of his car-the black, standard, CIA-issue lincoln- to make sure she wasn't being followed.
The cold, damp air of the warehouse stunned her slightly as she saw Vaughn sitting on top of one of the many boxes stacked up against the chain-link fencing. She took a moment to drink in his features...his touseled hair, (which he kept nervously running his fingers through) and his electric green eyes that shone with such a peaceful and beautiful passion whenever they gazed into hers.
Suddenly, those very eyes that she had fantasized about more times than were good for her, stared in her direction. They were questioning her, and Vaughn said, "Sydney?" She smiled...somehow he always made her name sound just that certain way. She began to walk again, focusing on the floor.
"Glad you could get here so quick," Vaughn said, as soon as Sydney had gotten closer to him. He was happy to see her again. He hadn't seen her since her mission in Puerto Rico, which had been over four days ago. He admitted bashfully to himself that it was hard for him to not see her for so long. Her eyes were now as questioning as his had been when she first arrived. Obviously, she was ready for buisness.
"What's up Vaughn?" she asked.
"Kendall informed me that sloane has some intel on a Rambaldi artifact. We intercepted an e-mail that Sloane sent to the Alliance asking for high clearance in Italy. Sloane's sending you to get the artifact." said Vaughn.
"What is the artifact exactly?" Sydney asked.
"Apparently it's a ring with inscriptions on it," Vaughn explained, not really sure himself what a ring would have to do with anything Rambaldi-esque.
"Oh, " Sydney replied. "What's my counter?"
"At the airport after you and Dixon separate, we'll be in an operations room waiting to forge the one you'll give to Sloane,"Vaughn said.
They were both silent, trying to think of something else to say, just so they could enjoy each other's company for just a little while longer.
"Why did you sound so upset on the phone?" Sydney asked of Vaughn, finally deciding what to say.
"Oh," Vaughn said timidly, "A-Alice and I, we, well...we broke up," he stammered, watching her eyes.
"Oh Vaughn, I'm so sorry," Sydney proclaimed, trying hard to contain her heightened heart beat. She gathered him in her arms and smiled when she heard him smell her hair. They held each other for what seemed like forever, neither wanting to disturb this fragile moment. Their feelings were ready to burst forth, each willing but scared, not knowing that they both felt the same way. Sydney melted into Vaughn's strong arms and breathed a sigh. Vaughn's fingers were caressing her head in a funny, exhilirating way that stole sydney's breath.
Protocol be damned thought Vaughn as he and Sydney finally broke apart. Vaughn could sware he saw a longing look in Sydney's eyes, but brushed it away as sympathy for his and Alice's break up. He looked away, pained at the thought of Alice. How he wanted to hold Sydney for just a little while longer, to take in the smell of her coconut-scented hair, and to grow old with her. So this is what love is like, he thought. "Have a good time in Italy. Be careful," he said.
"Thanks Vaughn," Sydney replied. She turned to leave. He had to say something....just to see her for a few seconds longer. "Sydney?" he blurted.
Yes, i get to stay just a little longer she thought as she wheeled around. "Yeah?" she said, taking a few steps back towards Vaughn.
Uh-oh. What should i say? Vaughn thought as he racked his brain for something intelligent to say. It was becoming harder and harder to think of something as Sydney kept stepping back towards him.
He had thought for so long that she was now standing right in front of him, awaiting what he wanted to say. "Uh, will you have a slice of pizza for me?" he blurted...the only thing he could think of.
"What?" Sydney chuckled, sitting back down on the crate near his feet. He sat as well. "Well, you are going to Italy aren't you?" he said... trying to salvage some of his dignity. She laughed this time, grabbing his hand. His heart flip-flopped. "Why don't you just ask me to have some spaghetti for you too? Very original, Vaughn," she laughed. He chuckled as well, what the hell, he had lost his dignity already. "Don't forget the garlic bread," he pointed out.
An awkward silence followed, their fingers still intwined. "Vaughn?" Sydney asked, inching just a little bit closer. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," Vaughn said.
She was going to do it. She had made up her mind. Right now. She was going to kiss him. She didn't care about protocol, it was the ugliest eight-letter word she had ever heard. He was so cute, sitting there, holding her hand, joking about garlic bread. It was now or never.
He was going to do it. He decided, right then and there. She was so close, he could just lean over...he didn't give a felgercarb about protocol anymore. They had been through too much. She was so beautiful, sitting there, holding his hand, joking about spaghetti. It was now or never.
They both began to lean in, ready to do what they had set out to. They were determined. It was just them, and nothing else. The closer they got, the quicker Vaughn's heart beated, the more anxious Sydney became. They were so close, Vaughn raised his free hand to caress Sydney's cheek....
His beeper. Her cell phone. Kendall. Francie. Both emergencies, both highly different. Francie was having restaurant trouble, Kendall had just intercepted crucial new intel. Whispered apologies, longing looks. A hug, a hand squeeze, and they were gone.
feel free to comment. thanks! -rachel