krzykty57789
Cadet
Title: Meant for Each Other
Author: Me *Katy*
Summary: "I have a date"
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias. And I am only borrowing Gay!Danny and Ben. (They are a package.) Caro owns them.
Spoilers: None, AU
Author's Note: I wasn't planning on starting a new fic, but this idea would not leave me alone and Janet only encouraged me to write it. <_< So here you go. I want to, hopefully, have it posted before I start school. So you should get an update a day.
Please ask for a PM.
Thanks to Janet for the beta and the WP.
Hope you enjoy.
[1]
“Syd, you don’t have to bring a date if you don’t want to...” Nadia Bristow - the bride-to-be - told her sister. “I know you planned on coming with Josh, but since you two broke up...” She trailed off.
Sydney sighed as she rummaged through her freezer, coming out victoriously with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. “I can’t show up alone. Especially since he will be there with that blonde *h**e that I used to call my friend.” Sydney said, bitterness lacing his voice. “Plus, I have a date.” Sydney lied.
“You do!?” Nadia gasped questioningly.
Sydney nodded, although her sister couldn’t see her, and fished a spoon out of the silverware drawer. “Yeah.” She said simply.
“Who!?” Her sister demanded.
Sydney closed her eyes in frustration, opening them to take a bite of her ice cream. Through her mouthful of ice cream she answered, “A guy.”
“How long have you known this guy? Who is he? Why haven’t I heard of him?” Nadia fired the questions one after another.
Sydney’s face scrunched up, as she took a seat on the stool by the bar. “Uh, I didn’t want to jinx anything. We haven’t been together very long.” The lies rolled off of Sydney’s tongue.
“Fine.” Nadia said, excepting her sister’s tale. “I can’t wait to meet him next weekend at the wedding.” She said before hanging up.
Sydney used her palm to smack her forehead. “What have I done?” Sydney asked herself. Now she just had to find a date and get him to come to her sisters wedding in less than eight days.
Rubbing her palm down her face, she took a deep breath.
Getting an idea, she picked up the phone. “Hello?” Danny’s voice filled her ears.
“Hey Hun, you up for a night of barhopping and guy searching?” Syd asked hopeful.
She heard Danny’s squeal, “Oh my god, Syd, this new bar just opened and--”
Syd cut him off, “I need a date. I can’t find one at one of your gay bars.”
Danny harrumphed, Sydney could picture him standing there with his hands on his hips. “Fine. I’ll pick you up in thirty.”
“Thanks Dan, I owe you.”
“Yes you do.” He told her before hanging up.
Sydney exhaled, walking to her room to change into something more suitable then her pajamas. Putting on a pair of low rise jeans and a black tank top with sewed on sequins, she was ready to go.
She ran a brush through her hair, just as she heard Danny entering her apartment without knocking. “Honey, are you ready to go man hunting?” Danny asked excitedly. She could picture him now, jumping up and down in his new Prada slip-ons.
Sydney rolled her eyes. “No, but I guess I have to be. We have less than eight days to find someone and convince him to go to my sister’s wedding. Are you up for it Danny?”
“Hell yes, girl. This is my kind of challenge.” He grinned. “And honey, you should wear the black stilettos. That outfit does not go with those shoes.” Danny said, pointing down to her feet.
“What would I do without you?” Sydney asked with a laugh as she changed shoes. Grabbing her purse and letting Danny grab his man-bag, they were on their way.
They found a bar on seventh that was supposedly filled with business men unwinding after a day of work. “Perfect-o!” Danny beamed, practically pushing Sydney into the building and onto the dance floor with all the other sweaty, crowded people.
“Danny, I’m going to get a drink. You want one?” Danny shook his head, too busy eyeing the man sitting to himself in the corner.
“Okay, opinion. Gay or straight?” Danny asked once Sydney had returned.
Sydney looked the man over once, “He has to be gay. No straight man dresses that well.” Sydney stated.
“Ooooh.. I’m going to go introduce myself to him. Wish me luck.” Danny giggled, skipping off.
“Okay...” Sydney said to herself, scanning the crowd for a decent man to approach. She was still unsuccessful when Danny returned.
“I’m such a *h**e, but I got his number.” Danny grinned, sitting down next to Syd. “His name is Ben and he is soooo cute.” Danny took a sip of his martini. “Any luck?”
“Not yet.” Sydney sighed, focusing all her attention on her glass of wine.
“Well, I do know this guy.” Danny started. “He’s a lawyer, and he does escort work on the side.”
“Danny, I do not want some man prostitute taking me to my little sister’s wedding.”
Danny shrugged. “If ya change your mind, I can hook you two up. Plus, he is a total hottie.”
Sydney laughed. “I’m not that desperate,” she told him, taking another sip of her red wine.
“Well, if you do get that desperate, just remember Michael. He is like the sexiest man alive, after Ben, my new foxy date.” Danny swooned. He glanced around the room to scoop out the men for Sydney.
“Syd, what about the guy over there?” He said, pointing towards the bar.
Sydney took one glance at him and scrunched up her nose, “He’s sitting next to that woman who looks like she’s fifty. Probably his date.”
“Fine...” Danny told her, his eyes moving along the wall, he stopped when he found a man sitting there alone watching the dancing people. “Him.”
“He’s not bad.” Sydney smiled slightly, getting up and walking over to him.
She returned a moment later with a scowl on her face. “He pinched my ass.” She hissed, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
“That’s okay, Syd, we can come date-searching again some other time. This bar is so grotey anyways.” Danny told her, digging his Germ-X out of his murse as Sydney called his. Otherwise known as his man-purse.
Sydney sighed. “Yeah, sure.”
That was funny.