There are a whole series of stories... each NON-Related to the one before it... It follows an idea - What if all the characters went out and drank a little too much... Some of you may have seen them, others maybe not... Enjoy. Okay... So before I even get started, I wanted to preface this with some stuff. 1) The Title of the thread is taken from the Amanda Marshall song - Sunday Morning After. (Great song, you should hear it ) 2) These stories are in NO WAY related to each other. I wanted to do something fun... to see if I could find a 'reason' for each of the Alias characters to do something a little out of character - drink heavily! 3) The title of the thread, again, is NOT the title of each story. In fact, there may not even be a 'Sunday Morning After', just a morning after. But, I think it gets the point across. 4) DISCLAIMER - I own NOTHING of ANYTHING here. I wish I did , but we know who owns Alias and it's characters, and other then the title of the thread, ALL the songs that will be used are by a band called Great Big Sea! (they're great, you should hear them ) The title of each fic will be one of their songs. 5) oh... and I'm a V/S shippery little fool, so... Any questions, comments or suggestions.... Let me know! ************ Sea of No Cares tipsyVaughn! have fun! (maybe) Thanks to Kat, Jude and all who helped!! ---------------------------------- Their glasses were all raised in a toast. “To Senor Weiss!!”, they all cheered! The glasses clinked together and joyously they all threw back their drinks. Vaughn laughed, for the first time in days, weeks even, he felt relieved. Happy even. His friend was home, out of the hospital, coming back to work, although, if they continued at this pace, things might not be so good at work the next day. He caught Weiss’s eye and grinned knowingly. It would be a long night, and an even longer morning! They both laughed! The bar he had chosen was a little off the beaten track. That was on purpose. As far from ‘distraction’ as he could get. Vaughn wanted to stay focussed on the celebration at hand, and not think about Syd. Loud music, good beer, great friends… what more could a man want? “Oh, I know….,” he thought to himself. Music bounced off the walls and the celebration went into the night. He was, well, not quite drunk, but pretty tipsy, and he knew it. He turned to Weiss, “I think I need to, uh… visit the little boys room. I’ll be ba-“ Before he could finish that thought, his blurry eyes saw the bar door open and in walked Sydney. Weiss saw the look on his friends face and said, “Um… I probably should’ve told you, but I invited Sydney along. She does work with…” His voice trailed off. It was obvious his friend wasn’t listening. In fact, Vaughn’s feet were taking him away from the table. No, not to the little boy’s room, but straight across the bar to where Sydney stood. Whether it was the beer, the music, the light, festive air, or a combination of all three, Vaughn didn’t know. What he did know was that he was now standing directly in front of her, grinning like a fool, and not caring in the least who saw! Suddenly, the absurdity of the song playing hit him: ”When you’re in love there’s no time and no space. There’s a permanent smile on your face. Your friends all complain that you’re going insane, But the truth is, they’re just afraid!” “Do you hear that,” he asked her. “What”, Sydney asked. She actually looked a little worried. He realized he must look quite a sight! Tipsy, NOT drunk, he told himself, and he realized, rocking back and forth from foot to foot, like a teenage waiting for his first kiss. He laughed out loud at that thought. Syd took a small step back. “Sorry… sorry,” he said. “I’m slightly, um, tipsy! I am NOT drunk! A handler could NEVER be drunk!” He grinned. Judging by her smile, he figured she knew he was fairly lit! The song hit him again: ”Then hey! Hey, somewhere You threw your fears in the sea of no cares. And hey! Hey, somewhere You threw your fear in the sea of no cares!” “Sea of no cares,” he chuckled. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Nah… I’m drunk!” He pulled away, looked directly at her (as much as his bloodshot eyes would let him) and smiled! She laughed at him! Not a restrained laugh, but a happy, joyous laugh! It echoed in his ears and through his head. That wasn’t the beer, that much he knew. She did this to him, and he loved it! He grabbed her hand, rules be damned, and led her to the table they had all gathered at. He saw her and Weiss exchange glances, little knowing glances that said, “Yup, he’s drunk!” Suddenly he felt the need t prove them wrong, to be well behaved and reserved Vaughn. “Oh, who am I kidding?” he announced to the ‘audience’. Vaughn rose, ALL the way, stood on his chair, raised his arms in triumph and announced for all the world, or at least bar, to hear: “I’mmmmm drunk! Deal with it!!” He felt arms pulling him down, heard voices all around, even the odd cheer. “For me?” he wondered, slightly astounded. It had been a very long time since he had done something like this. College maybe. Things were really starting to spin now. Music was still playing and the party was still in full swing, but he heard a sweet voice in the distance, “Maybe it’s best we get him out of here. My truck is right around the corner. I can take him.” He forced his head to follow that voice. It belonged to the beautiful girl holding him up. He wanted to lift her, swing her around. There was no way though, he could barely hold himself up. Somehow, they managed to get him out of the bar and into the car. There were so many voices, but only one he kept hearing clearly. “I’ve got his keys,” and “Tell Devlin he’ll be a little late.” He wanted to kiss her. Right there, right at that moment! He didn’t. What he did do, to his best recollection, was pass out. He woke to a gentle prodding. “Vaughn. Vaughn. Are you there? Anybody home? Come on, I need some help here.” He opened his eyes and saw her, and those eyes. The song sang through his head again: When you decide that what counts is inside You’re friends all say it’s a lie. But there’s no brighter light then the look in her eyes, When you’re walking her home through the night.” So what if he wasn’t walking her home? So what if he could barely walk? He could look. At her. And that was even better. “Vaughn, you’re going to have to help me here. I can’t do this alone,” he heard that voice say. He tried to clear his head, just for a minute. “Syd,” he tried to say somberly, “you are never alone. You do know that, don’t you? I am here, I am yours, always.” At least that’s how it sounded in his head. What may have come out, he realized later, was “Shhyd… urnverlone. Unoshat, donshu? Mmmear, mmurs, lwys.” That would explain the giggle being the last thing he remembered. That, and a voice singing: ”Let yourself go with the tide. There’s an angel by your side tonight. You threw your fear in the sea!” ***************** Sun streamed into his window and painfully, very painfully he turned over. He struggled to remember last night. His mouth felt like fuzz. His head felt even worse. He sat up and checked the clock – 10:47 am. Oh, he was so late. Devlin would have his ass! He tried, tried being the operative word, to scramble out of bed, but his body just wouldn’t respond. He lay back down and closed his eyes. The silence, the peace, sounded so nice. But something was missing. He looked to the corner where Donovan slept but the dog wasn’t there. Then he heard it – a lock turning, keys dropping on a counter, and Donovan bounding down the hall. He tried to sit up, but before he could, the dog landed right on him. Footsteps followed. He turned to the bedroom door and saw her standing there, grinning. “I must be a sight,” he said at last. “I’m so sorry about last night. I do not usually do things like that.” “I know, Vaughn. But I will say, it was nice to see,” Sydney responded. “You can have fun with the rest of them, like any other normal guy.” She looked directly into his eyes when she spoke. He wanted to grab her, pull her close and just laugh with her! That was all. There would be time for more later. “Ok, I can do this,” he said, and started to rise. “Weiss told Devlin you were feeling a bit ‘under the weather’ this morning, so to speak, so you’ve got a bit of time,” Sydney advised him, a twinkle in her eye. Oh those eyes!! Last night was slowly coming back to him. He watched her turn to leave. Before she was out though, he heard her yell down the hall, “And you may want to shower! You smell like a brewery!” He heard that laugh, lay back onto his pillow and smiled. “You threw your fear, you threw your fear in the sea!” ------------------------------------------------- Vaughn's done.... Syd's next!