Madam Rage
Cadet
Disclaimers : My niece was watching the "Wizard of Oz" and if Dorthy can tap her red rubies to get home, maybe I can do the same to my Red Gucci's to own Alias... *Running over to tap the Gucci's* Needless to say, nothing happened.. 
but my 5 year old niece calling me crazy.. :lol: . Obviously I do wish I had owned them but unfortunately I don't.. JJ does as well as ABC.. And I don't think they'd be willing to share..
I used to be a lurker... but decided to join in all the fun...
Despite my SC name, I'm a shy person and this is my first story so go easy on me.. I was really nervous about posting it..
Basic Summary: Takes place after the fight in the warehouse when the escalated UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) between Vaughn and Sydney enhanced each other’s feelings and the date in Nice didn’t happen.... The whole spy crew is sent on a mission to retrieve the gyroscope...
Title: The Auction
Pairings: Read and find out...
“And now, our last and most anticipated bachelor of the evening... Lord Paolo Nicholi Worthington...”
Even though it was a formal charity dinner with wealthy High Officials, Rich Diplomats and other Royal Regents, the course of vulgar catcalls were heard loud and clear throughout the huge banquet hall.
And the reason for this reaction was for the man walking slowly down the stage with his tell tale signs of a slim muscular physique that was even obvious through the tuxedo he wore; along with the five o’clock shadow that donned his gorgeously handsome face and the piercing greenish hazel eyes that drove all the women, single or married, wild... along with a few males.
Overall, the man was a walking fantasy; the personification of sex.
His posture was one of calmness as he strode down the runway but it was clearly obvious the air of power and danger he possessed around him. As he finally got into the spotlight on the stage, a quiet hum fell over for a few moments, the crowd taking in man’s looks while he looked backed at them without fear and the tension went up a few notches.
He turned his head for a second as if the lights shining on him were too bright, clearing his throat in the process and relaying a message through the comp to Weiss, “I hate this. I’m like a damn piece of meat...”
Sir Henri Ian O’Conner’s, rather Eric Weiss, was standing at the corner with the Egyptian princess that bid on him, he slightly choked on his champagne when heard this from upon the stage.
“Are you all right?” his date asked, concerned.
“Sorry, I don’t normally drink...” he said with a smile and his fake but perfect Scottish accent. “Excuse me for just a moment,” as he turned and walked to the agent posing as a waiter to drop off his champagne flute, he responded with a low voice, “Could’ve fooled me, man. Seems like you’re getting a kick at all the women drooling over you-” he smirked. Luckily they switched the comp frequency between them two only and not the other various agents... ‘ wouldn’t want to cause anymore trouble between the two... they are emotional as is...’
He was heading back to the princess and quickly glanced at the stage to see his reaction to his next message “-although I’m sure it’s one woman, a Sydney Bristow, in particular whose attention and reaction you’d like to see when the other women bid over you...” As he made it back to the princess’ side, he saw Vaughn’s posture go rigid and his eyes hard, giving him a glare that equated up to homicide.
The murderous atmosphere between the two was broken, “Well, as promised, we really did seem to save the best for last. Being that the money will go for a good cause and comes with an incentive-” sensing the ridiculously heavy reaction from the crowd at the young man’s appeal “-the lady that wins this young man tonight will look forward to a private surprise dinner that has been requested by Lord Worthington himself. ” Dreamy gasps were heard and the Australian auctioneer decided to take the chance of starting the bid high, “Let the bidding start at —“
“—Five thousand dollars,” was the first bid thrown out. Looks of surprise dispersed throughout the faces of all the bachelors and other men because the most expensive bid finished at nine thousand eight hundred dollars for Lord Worthington’s best friend, Sir O’Conners.
At the same time, the comp frequency switched back to Base Ops and all the other agents within the hall. Base Ops decided to monitor the auction so that Agent Vaughn wouldn’t be bid on by the wrong person.
Startled, the auctioneer looked back at the crowd in disbelief, ‘Five thousand was the starting? My God...’ he cleared his voice, “Well then... five thousand shall be the opening... do I hear six thousand?” ‘This will be one of the most exhausting but most interesting auction yet...’
“Eight thousand-” was thrown out next and then the bidding went crazy.
For the next 15 minutes, it seemed that the bids were not only for showing off wealth by sizing up their opponents money but also a matter of pride and for the definitely for the man.
“Seventy-five thousand dollars-” was heard and all heads turned to the tall Nubian beauty with a slight Russian accent.
Again, the crowd fell silent.
The look on Vaughn’s face was of pure shock but he quickly hid it and sent a mischievous grin towards his bidder, whom he recognized instantly.
With blatant desire in her eyes, she looked lasciviously at him and smiled right back..
Over the comps, Kendall growled, “Sh*t... the bid wasn’t supposed to start so high and the CIA only sanctioned sixty thousand for the situation...”
“Sheesh, who knew that Vaughn was such an expensive piece of meat?” Weiss muttered forgetting that the comps were switched back so that everyone heard what was going on, a few agents snicked while he was also turned his head towards this wealthy bidder.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Base Ops... this is Mountaineer... we’ve got the package... mission accomplished....” As Sydney Bristow and her father, Jack Bristow ran down the stairs, she decided to hide the small pentagon shaped disk along the garter she wore.
“Good work Mountaineer... proceed for extraction and we’ll have the copy ready by the time you get to your flight...” came the prompt reply.
“Will do... “ and then realized that it suddenly all too quiet down in the banquet hall, “Hey Weiss, why’s it so quiet? What’s going on?”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Weiss didn’t really hear what Sydney asked because he was still jolted by the identity of the bidder. Quiet murmurs started again and he practically spat out his second drink, he tapped the comp in his ear, “Holy sh*t... Base Ops, we have a major problem...”
Kendall was outraged... “What the hell is going on? Who the put in that bid?” Base Ops was clearly also in shock at the amount of money that the ladies, particularly one lady was willing to give for the illusion of ‘Lord Worthington’ whom was actually Central Intelligence Agent Michael Vaughn.
“Okay... the last bid is at seventy five thousand dollars for Lord Worthington... do I hear seventy six?”
Hushed conversations erupted throughout the crowd at how far the bidding had gone for this ‘Lord Worthington...’ and still majority of the people were in favor of bidding more for a night alone with the man.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As she panted and almost slipped with her stilettos while down to the last step, her father reached out to steady her. She flashed him a quick smile and both were listening to the heated voice while they were on their way out the door when the auctioneer repeated the bid on Vaughn and she stopped dead in her tracks. “Did he just say seventy five thousand for Lord Worthington!?!” Her voice clearly rang over the comps cutting through Kendall’s tirade and everyone held their breaths.
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What do you all think? :blink: Should I continue on with it or not? :nervous:
This is my first story that I'm posting here and like I said before, I'm rather nervous about it.... :hide:
By leaving reviews... I'll feel better
Farah
but my 5 year old niece calling me crazy.. :lol: . Obviously I do wish I had owned them but unfortunately I don't.. JJ does as well as ABC.. And I don't think they'd be willing to share.. I used to be a lurker...
but decided to join in all the fun... Despite my SC name, I'm a shy person and this is my first story so go easy on me.. I was really nervous about posting it..
Basic Summary: Takes place after the fight in the warehouse when the escalated UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) between Vaughn and Sydney enhanced each other’s feelings and the date in Nice didn’t happen.... The whole spy crew is sent on a mission to retrieve the gyroscope...
Title: The Auction
Pairings: Read and find out...
“And now, our last and most anticipated bachelor of the evening... Lord Paolo Nicholi Worthington...”
Even though it was a formal charity dinner with wealthy High Officials, Rich Diplomats and other Royal Regents, the course of vulgar catcalls were heard loud and clear throughout the huge banquet hall.
And the reason for this reaction was for the man walking slowly down the stage with his tell tale signs of a slim muscular physique that was even obvious through the tuxedo he wore; along with the five o’clock shadow that donned his gorgeously handsome face and the piercing greenish hazel eyes that drove all the women, single or married, wild... along with a few males.
Overall, the man was a walking fantasy; the personification of sex.
His posture was one of calmness as he strode down the runway but it was clearly obvious the air of power and danger he possessed around him. As he finally got into the spotlight on the stage, a quiet hum fell over for a few moments, the crowd taking in man’s looks while he looked backed at them without fear and the tension went up a few notches.
He turned his head for a second as if the lights shining on him were too bright, clearing his throat in the process and relaying a message through the comp to Weiss, “I hate this. I’m like a damn piece of meat...”
Sir Henri Ian O’Conner’s, rather Eric Weiss, was standing at the corner with the Egyptian princess that bid on him, he slightly choked on his champagne when heard this from upon the stage.
“Are you all right?” his date asked, concerned.
“Sorry, I don’t normally drink...” he said with a smile and his fake but perfect Scottish accent. “Excuse me for just a moment,” as he turned and walked to the agent posing as a waiter to drop off his champagne flute, he responded with a low voice, “Could’ve fooled me, man. Seems like you’re getting a kick at all the women drooling over you-” he smirked. Luckily they switched the comp frequency between them two only and not the other various agents... ‘ wouldn’t want to cause anymore trouble between the two... they are emotional as is...’
He was heading back to the princess and quickly glanced at the stage to see his reaction to his next message “-although I’m sure it’s one woman, a Sydney Bristow, in particular whose attention and reaction you’d like to see when the other women bid over you...” As he made it back to the princess’ side, he saw Vaughn’s posture go rigid and his eyes hard, giving him a glare that equated up to homicide.
The murderous atmosphere between the two was broken, “Well, as promised, we really did seem to save the best for last. Being that the money will go for a good cause and comes with an incentive-” sensing the ridiculously heavy reaction from the crowd at the young man’s appeal “-the lady that wins this young man tonight will look forward to a private surprise dinner that has been requested by Lord Worthington himself. ” Dreamy gasps were heard and the Australian auctioneer decided to take the chance of starting the bid high, “Let the bidding start at —“
“—Five thousand dollars,” was the first bid thrown out. Looks of surprise dispersed throughout the faces of all the bachelors and other men because the most expensive bid finished at nine thousand eight hundred dollars for Lord Worthington’s best friend, Sir O’Conners.
At the same time, the comp frequency switched back to Base Ops and all the other agents within the hall. Base Ops decided to monitor the auction so that Agent Vaughn wouldn’t be bid on by the wrong person.
Startled, the auctioneer looked back at the crowd in disbelief, ‘Five thousand was the starting? My God...’ he cleared his voice, “Well then... five thousand shall be the opening... do I hear six thousand?” ‘This will be one of the most exhausting but most interesting auction yet...’
“Eight thousand-” was thrown out next and then the bidding went crazy.
For the next 15 minutes, it seemed that the bids were not only for showing off wealth by sizing up their opponents money but also a matter of pride and for the definitely for the man.
“Seventy-five thousand dollars-” was heard and all heads turned to the tall Nubian beauty with a slight Russian accent.
Again, the crowd fell silent.
The look on Vaughn’s face was of pure shock but he quickly hid it and sent a mischievous grin towards his bidder, whom he recognized instantly.
With blatant desire in her eyes, she looked lasciviously at him and smiled right back..
Over the comps, Kendall growled, “Sh*t... the bid wasn’t supposed to start so high and the CIA only sanctioned sixty thousand for the situation...”
“Sheesh, who knew that Vaughn was such an expensive piece of meat?” Weiss muttered forgetting that the comps were switched back so that everyone heard what was going on, a few agents snicked while he was also turned his head towards this wealthy bidder.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Base Ops... this is Mountaineer... we’ve got the package... mission accomplished....” As Sydney Bristow and her father, Jack Bristow ran down the stairs, she decided to hide the small pentagon shaped disk along the garter she wore.
“Good work Mountaineer... proceed for extraction and we’ll have the copy ready by the time you get to your flight...” came the prompt reply.
“Will do... “ and then realized that it suddenly all too quiet down in the banquet hall, “Hey Weiss, why’s it so quiet? What’s going on?”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Weiss didn’t really hear what Sydney asked because he was still jolted by the identity of the bidder. Quiet murmurs started again and he practically spat out his second drink, he tapped the comp in his ear, “Holy sh*t... Base Ops, we have a major problem...”
Kendall was outraged... “What the hell is going on? Who the put in that bid?” Base Ops was clearly also in shock at the amount of money that the ladies, particularly one lady was willing to give for the illusion of ‘Lord Worthington’ whom was actually Central Intelligence Agent Michael Vaughn.
“Okay... the last bid is at seventy five thousand dollars for Lord Worthington... do I hear seventy six?”
Hushed conversations erupted throughout the crowd at how far the bidding had gone for this ‘Lord Worthington...’ and still majority of the people were in favor of bidding more for a night alone with the man.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As she panted and almost slipped with her stilettos while down to the last step, her father reached out to steady her. She flashed him a quick smile and both were listening to the heated voice while they were on their way out the door when the auctioneer repeated the bid on Vaughn and she stopped dead in her tracks. “Did he just say seventy five thousand for Lord Worthington!?!” Her voice clearly rang over the comps cutting through Kendall’s tirade and everyone held their breaths.
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What do you all think? :blink: Should I continue on with it or not? :nervous:
This is my first story that I'm posting here and like I said before, I'm rather nervous about it.... :hide:
By leaving reviews... I'll feel better
Farah
