First Alias Fic. Very Very Short. i can't write anything else. haha. Disclaimer: none of this belongs to me. Excepting the premise, obviously. Title: Vaughn Summary: super short super fluff. The only thing I can write. S/V Michael and Sydney walked in the front doors of the CIA building hand in hand. Michael stuffed his hand deep into the left pocket of his pants and turned to Sydney. “Well, that was the best long weekend of my entire life. ” he said grin the size of Nunavut, right as Kendall yelled their names. Michael sighed and began to drag Sydney impatiently towards the conference room. With a frown, Sydney hesitated. “I want to talk to my mother.” Michael knew Sydney really needed to talk with her mother, and was about to let her go when he caught sight of Kendall’s face. “I think Irina will have to wait, Syd. Kendall looks really worried.” Sydney gave in to Michael’s green eyes and followed him to the door. “"Aah, Agent’s Bristow and Vaughn, how nice of you to join us.” As Kendall turned to go into the room, Sydney was seized with a slight bought of insanity. “Vaughn.” She stated simply. “Pardon me, Agent Bristow?” “It’s Agent Vaughn now, sir.” Just then, Jack Bristow had a minor heart attack and collapsed on the floor. The End.