AliasLafemme
Cadet
Time
by LaFemme
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. I'm just "borrowing" them for a little while and I promise to return them.
Spoilers: This takes place between the Getaway and Phase One, hence Sydney sometimes thinks Vaughn's an idiot of sorts.
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Peace and tranquility; two words that so many of seek in our lifetime but rarely find, at least on a permanent basis. We encounter it at different times in our life, but it rarely stays with us. It would seem for every instance we find that elusive element of peace, chaos is not far behind.
For Sydney Bristow, tonight was her night of peace. She was quietly enjoying her first night off in a long time. There were no missions to think about, no breaches of security, and no governments to topple or prevent from being toppled. Tonight, Sydney was going to curl up with a good book or at least a good book for her. It was one of those trashy romance novels about a hero with a tortured soul that needed to be saved.
“Yeah right,” Sydney said aloud to herself as she the cover of the book. For whatever reason, she began thinking of Vaughn again. Now there was tortured and confused soul that Sydney wondered if she would ever understand, let alone save. Too many times, Sydney had gotten so close to finally understanding Vaughn, only to be pushed away or to have her father step in the middle of things. Well tonight, she vowed to herself, she would not be disturbed.
Just then, the phone rang. “Damn it! Leave it to Vaughn to ruin an otherwise good evening.” Sydney got up from the sofa, and searched for her cell phone. She answered the phone, ready to tell Vaughn where to go, when she was caught off guard by what she heard.
“Joey’s pizza *cough*?” the voice asked. Sydney recognized it as Vaughn’s voice. He did not sound good.
“Vaughn? You’re secure. We can talk. What’s the matter? You sound awful,” she remarked.
“Syd . . . can . . . you . . . come over?” he asked in a strained voice.
Now Syd was truly worried. Vaughn rarely invited Sydney over to his place, let along anyone from the CIA. For him, his home was his private sanctuary.
“I’ll be right over,” she told him, hanging up the phone. Sydney immediately grabbed her jacket and headed out of the apartment.
When Sydney arrived at Vaughn’s apartment, she knocked on the door. At first, it appeared that no one was answering. Sydney was about to pick the lock, when the door opened. Standing before her was Vaughn or it at least appeared to be Vaughn. He didn’t look good. He was very pale, almost ashen white in color.
“Come in . . . “Vaughn offered as he coughed again.
Sydney eyed his appearance cautiously, “You alright?”
“I’m not feeling good and I . . .”
Sydney interrupted. “You called me over for a head cold? Why?”
Vaughn wasn’t even sure of the answer to that question. However, before he could answer, he clutched his stomach, doubling over in pain. Vaughn would have collapsed to the floor if Sydney hadn’t caught him.
“VAUGHN!” Sydney was worried. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she helped Vaughn over the sofa. Once he was seated, she felt his forehead. He was burning up.
“Vaughn, how long have you been like this?” she asked as she began to strip off his already perspiration-soaked clothes.
“Since last night; it just came on suddenly. Look, I’m sorry for bothering you. You can go home . . . I can take care of myself.”
Sydney took one look at Vaughn and shook her head. “No, I’m not leaving. Now lie down and close your eyes. You need some rest. I’ll be right back.”
Vaughn didn’t feel like arguing and so he did as Sydney instructed. Then, just as quickly as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, feeling something cold against his skin. He looked over to his left and realized that Sydney was gently swabbing his arms and legs with alcohol trying to cool his fever raged body. It did seem to have a somewhat soothing effect on him. Vaughn closed his eyes once more and let out a deep sigh, releasing a breath he’d been holding.
“There . . . better?” Sydney’s voice was very relaxing and almost comforting.
Vaughn nodded. Gradually he felt himself becoming drowsier until finally he could no longer keep his eyes open and thus he fell asleep. Sydney looked at Vaughn. He seemed to be so . . . she couldn’t find the word. Vaughn was still a puzzle to her. There were the times that she loved him, and the times she wanted to kill him. Well, she thought to herself, guess my work is done.
Sydney decided to stay the night and see Vaughn through until the morning. She rummaged through his apartment and found a blanket and a pillow. Sydney then made her comfortable on his papasan chair and soon fell asleep.
Sydney was awakened the next morning by the rumblings of Vaughn in his kitchen. She climbed up from the chair she’d been sleeping in, and walked over to Vaughn, who appeared to be fixing some sort of a small breakfast.
“You look better,” Sydney observed.
Vaughn smiled back. “Yeah, thank you for staying last night . . . I,” Vaughn’s words were abruptly interrupted as he clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, allowing a glass he’d been holding to slip from his hand and shatter as it impacted the floor. The pain Vaughn was feeling, evident through the expression that now shown on his face, was unbelievable. Sydney immediately raced to his side. Holding Vaughn up with one arm, she ran her hand along the counter top and found his cell phone. Sydney quickly dialed Ops and was put through to her father. “Dad, we’ve got a problem. Vaughn’s sick . . . real sick.”
“We’ll send someone immediately, was Jack’s response.
Sydney hung up the phone, not really knowing what else she should do next. Vaughn was now shaking, unable to control himself as spasm after spasm ran through his body. Sydney felt helpless. “Hang on Vaughn . . . please, hang on . . .” she urged as she cradled him in her arms, rocking him back and forth, fighting back the tears of that stemmed from not knowing what was really wrong with Vaughn.
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So whatcha think?
LaFemme
by LaFemme
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. I'm just "borrowing" them for a little while and I promise to return them.
Spoilers: This takes place between the Getaway and Phase One, hence Sydney sometimes thinks Vaughn's an idiot of sorts.
____________________________________________________________________
Peace and tranquility; two words that so many of seek in our lifetime but rarely find, at least on a permanent basis. We encounter it at different times in our life, but it rarely stays with us. It would seem for every instance we find that elusive element of peace, chaos is not far behind.
For Sydney Bristow, tonight was her night of peace. She was quietly enjoying her first night off in a long time. There were no missions to think about, no breaches of security, and no governments to topple or prevent from being toppled. Tonight, Sydney was going to curl up with a good book or at least a good book for her. It was one of those trashy romance novels about a hero with a tortured soul that needed to be saved.
“Yeah right,” Sydney said aloud to herself as she the cover of the book. For whatever reason, she began thinking of Vaughn again. Now there was tortured and confused soul that Sydney wondered if she would ever understand, let alone save. Too many times, Sydney had gotten so close to finally understanding Vaughn, only to be pushed away or to have her father step in the middle of things. Well tonight, she vowed to herself, she would not be disturbed.
Just then, the phone rang. “Damn it! Leave it to Vaughn to ruin an otherwise good evening.” Sydney got up from the sofa, and searched for her cell phone. She answered the phone, ready to tell Vaughn where to go, when she was caught off guard by what she heard.
“Joey’s pizza *cough*?” the voice asked. Sydney recognized it as Vaughn’s voice. He did not sound good.
“Vaughn? You’re secure. We can talk. What’s the matter? You sound awful,” she remarked.
“Syd . . . can . . . you . . . come over?” he asked in a strained voice.
Now Syd was truly worried. Vaughn rarely invited Sydney over to his place, let along anyone from the CIA. For him, his home was his private sanctuary.
“I’ll be right over,” she told him, hanging up the phone. Sydney immediately grabbed her jacket and headed out of the apartment.
When Sydney arrived at Vaughn’s apartment, she knocked on the door. At first, it appeared that no one was answering. Sydney was about to pick the lock, when the door opened. Standing before her was Vaughn or it at least appeared to be Vaughn. He didn’t look good. He was very pale, almost ashen white in color.
“Come in . . . “Vaughn offered as he coughed again.
Sydney eyed his appearance cautiously, “You alright?”
“I’m not feeling good and I . . .”
Sydney interrupted. “You called me over for a head cold? Why?”
Vaughn wasn’t even sure of the answer to that question. However, before he could answer, he clutched his stomach, doubling over in pain. Vaughn would have collapsed to the floor if Sydney hadn’t caught him.
“VAUGHN!” Sydney was worried. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she helped Vaughn over the sofa. Once he was seated, she felt his forehead. He was burning up.
“Vaughn, how long have you been like this?” she asked as she began to strip off his already perspiration-soaked clothes.
“Since last night; it just came on suddenly. Look, I’m sorry for bothering you. You can go home . . . I can take care of myself.”
Sydney took one look at Vaughn and shook her head. “No, I’m not leaving. Now lie down and close your eyes. You need some rest. I’ll be right back.”
Vaughn didn’t feel like arguing and so he did as Sydney instructed. Then, just as quickly as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, feeling something cold against his skin. He looked over to his left and realized that Sydney was gently swabbing his arms and legs with alcohol trying to cool his fever raged body. It did seem to have a somewhat soothing effect on him. Vaughn closed his eyes once more and let out a deep sigh, releasing a breath he’d been holding.
“There . . . better?” Sydney’s voice was very relaxing and almost comforting.
Vaughn nodded. Gradually he felt himself becoming drowsier until finally he could no longer keep his eyes open and thus he fell asleep. Sydney looked at Vaughn. He seemed to be so . . . she couldn’t find the word. Vaughn was still a puzzle to her. There were the times that she loved him, and the times she wanted to kill him. Well, she thought to herself, guess my work is done.
Sydney decided to stay the night and see Vaughn through until the morning. She rummaged through his apartment and found a blanket and a pillow. Sydney then made her comfortable on his papasan chair and soon fell asleep.
Sydney was awakened the next morning by the rumblings of Vaughn in his kitchen. She climbed up from the chair she’d been sleeping in, and walked over to Vaughn, who appeared to be fixing some sort of a small breakfast.
“You look better,” Sydney observed.
Vaughn smiled back. “Yeah, thank you for staying last night . . . I,” Vaughn’s words were abruptly interrupted as he clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, allowing a glass he’d been holding to slip from his hand and shatter as it impacted the floor. The pain Vaughn was feeling, evident through the expression that now shown on his face, was unbelievable. Sydney immediately raced to his side. Holding Vaughn up with one arm, she ran her hand along the counter top and found his cell phone. Sydney quickly dialed Ops and was put through to her father. “Dad, we’ve got a problem. Vaughn’s sick . . . real sick.”
“We’ll send someone immediately, was Jack’s response.
Sydney hung up the phone, not really knowing what else she should do next. Vaughn was now shaking, unable to control himself as spasm after spasm ran through his body. Sydney felt helpless. “Hang on Vaughn . . . please, hang on . . .” she urged as she cradled him in her arms, rocking him back and forth, fighting back the tears of that stemmed from not knowing what was really wrong with Vaughn.
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So whatcha think?
LaFemme