undercover_spy
Cadet
Okay, so this fic is actually completely written before posting. Fine, there's actually one more chapter I have to still write, but I think holding out this long is really good, especially for me. Anway, I wrote most of this over the Christmas break and the whole thing is basically a product of my own bordom, but I still really like it. It's just one of those simple, feel good fics and is only 10 chapters, plus an epilogue (unless I start adding more chapters )
This is just a basic summary about what the fic is about. Sydney loves hockey, and obviosuly Vaughn does as well. Their love of the sport is the cause for their meeting. Can their love for the sport grow on a larger scale and lead to their eventual love for eachother?
AN- This fic jumps around a lot in time, but it's not hard to follow and it always clrealy states approximately how many years have gone by
Chapter 1
“Girls can’t play hockey!”
“Then why are you playing, Vaughn?” And with that young Sydney Bristow took off down the ice leaving all of the boys on her team in her wake, who were all laughing hysterically at the captain of their team.
“Vaughn got burned by a girl,” they chanted.
Sydney smiled in satisfaction to herself. Serves him right, she thought.
She skated all the way down to the other end of the small, local area ice rink and waited for the rest of her teammates to follow her lead.
Sydney Bristow was a nine year old girl who adored hockey ever since her father introduced it to her when she was only four years old. She was on a team of all boys, which didn’t seem to cause her any discomfort at all. In fact, she liked it. She got the chance to show them all up with her impressive hockey skills.
She took the puck in between her stick and waited patiently. Vaughn was the last to arrive, dragging his skates all the way down the ice with a pathetic frown on his face. Sydney laughed quietly to herself.
The team waited for their coach, exchanging comments with one another. Nobody talked to Sydney, though. Talking to a girl would be like committing social suicide on a hockey team.
Finally the coach skated impressively towards the group of anxious nine year olds. He stopped in front of the large group with a large, warm smile.
“Alright team, let’s get started! This is a new year, and a new year for us to do the best we can.” He paused and glanced at Sydney with a small smile. “We have a new member to the team this season. Everyone this is Sydney Bristow. I’m sure she’ll be an extremely valuable player on our team. I want everyone to welcome her and respect her like you would any other player of this team,” the coach said to his team, while looking at the boys with overly large egos.
“I don’t want to hear anything like I did back there, Michael,” the coach scolded.
“Yes, Dad,” Vaughn mumbled.
Sydney looked between the coach and Vaughn, not realizing they were father and son, but looking at them now she could plainly see the resemblance between the two.
“Alright, let’s get started then,” the coach told his players, dumping a pile of pucks on the ice.
They skated towards the pucks that were located at center ice, and each player took one.
“Okay, the first thing I would like to do is have a little friendly competition.” The coach rubbed his hands together in mock anticipation.
Sydney rocked back and forth on her skates, eager to participate in any type of competition.
“It’s fairly simple. I want to see how well you can all handle the puck and how fast you are able to skate. I’ll split you into two groups. This side,” he said, pointing to the right, “will go first, and this side will go second.”
Sydney skated towards the side of the bench, being one of the players picked to go second. She looked to her left to see Vaughn following her to the bench. She smiled in anticipation, wanting to beat him. She knew it was juvenile to get this competitive about something as silly as a simple competition, but she took being told she couldn’t play hockey incredibly seriously.
Sydney climbed over the door and sat on the bench. There were five other boys, plus her and Vaughn who were in this group. They all stood, watching their other teammates begin to skate to the other end of the rink and back. Some of them were going at a descent speed, but Sydney knew she could do better. They basically all tied and no player stood out against the other.
“Good,” the coach said, stopping his stopwatch. “You boys go sit on the bench. Next group come on out.”
Everyone jumped eagerly over the bench and skated towards the starting line. Sydney took a few deep breathes. She grasped the stick in her small hand and bent over slightly, ready to go. She looked towards the coach, waiting for his signal indicating the beginning of the race. They had to go both there and back, so she didn’t want to start out too fast, but she also didn’t want to appear as a weak skater to the other boys. She had to find the happy medium.
The coach blew his whistle, signaling the start of the race.
Sydney took off with impressive force. She could see from her peripheral vision that she was already in front, but she could also see that Vaughn was at the same speed as she was. She could not let him win. His large ego didn’t need any boosting. Her legs were burning and her breathing was labored, but she pressed on, picking up her already remarkable speed. She touched the wall of the rink quickly and skated back the other way. She was now putting distance between her and Vaughn. She could see the look of panic on his face and the looks of surprise from the bench of boys as she speed by them. She grinned eagerly as she reached the end of the race. She had done it!
The rink fell silent for a moment, and then the coach laughed loudly.
“Serves you right, son, for telling a girl she couldn’t play hockey.”
Vaughn scowled at his dad when his friends and teammates laughed with their coach. Sydney just stood there proudly. The coach skated over to her and put an arm around her shoulder.
“Sydney, welcome to the team.”
That season their team came in first and won the gold medal in their city. Many believed it was because of Sydney’s presence on the team, but Vaughn and a few of his optimistic friends would never admit to something like that.
Eight years later Sydney was still playing hockey with just as much energy and enthusiasm as she was when she was nine years old. She never forgot the first hockey team she ever belonged to, though. She had even kept in close contact with some of the former members, but a lot of them had either moved away or lost interest in the sport.
She slung her hockey bag over her shoulder and tied her hair back after practice. She was now on an all girls travel team. She was the captain, and was a well respected player and friend to all the girls on the team.
“See you later, Syd,” her friend Katie called as she exited the dressing room. Sydney gave a half wave as she walked out into the foyer of the arena. She strolled over to the concession stand and ordered herself a steaming cup of hot chocolate. She had to wait for her mom to pick her up today, so she had some time to spare.
She fiddled with the lid of the cup and in the process almost tripped over a hockey bag located in the middle of the floor. She managed to grab the hot drink before it spilled all down the front of her shirt, but she ended up spilling the burning liquid all over her hands.
“Um, excuse me, could someone maybe move their bag before someone trips and kills themselves!” Sydney called out to the large crowd of people in her outspoken tone. They all turned towards her with curious looks. A boy around the same age as Sydney ran towards her.
“I’m so sorry. Are you alight?” he asked, picking up his bag from its position on the floor.
Sydney sighed. “I’ll live,” she told him in an annoyed tone, wiping off the hot chocolate from her hands. She looked up to see the face of the person who nearly caused her to trip and fall.
“Sydney?” he asked, slowly. She cocked her head to the side, trying to place the face with a name.
“Michael Vaughn,” he said.
“Holy felgercarb, you grew up,” she said loudly.
He laughed. “Yes, well that’s what happens in eight years.” He eyed the hockey bag on her shoulder. “Still playing hockey?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Still just as good?”
“Oh, so after eight years he finally admits I am good,” she called out dramatically with her hands in the air.
“Hey, I never said you weren’t good. Just not as good as me,” he said with a playful wink.
“Oh really? We’ll have to see about that one day.”
“Yes, we will.”
At that moment Sydney’s vision was thrown off when something blonde stepped in front of her. She stepped aside.
“Michael, I’m so sorry I’m late. I thought you said the game was at five, but I guess not,” this girl said with an obnoxiously loud giggle.
“It’s fine,” he said, quickly. “Lauren, this is Sydney.”
Lauren turned around, obviously not realizing she had interrupted a conversation.
“Sydney and I use to play hockey together when we were nine.”
Lauren looked at Sydney with disapproval. “Michael, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the big game?” she said, latching herself onto his arm and smiling up at him.
He looked down at his watch. “I guess I probably should, shouldn’t I? Sydney, you should stick around and watch if you can.”
“Um, well my mom is supposed to be picking me up in forty-five minutes, but I could ask her if she could come an hour later.”
“Great! You can see how much I improved in all of these years.”
“Hopefully a lot,” she told him, joking.
Lauren made an odd coughing noise with her throat, trying to remind both Vaughn and Sydney that she was still there.
“Oh, okay I need to get changed. I’ll talk to you after the game, though,” he told her, as Lauren pulled him away.
“Okay,” Sydney called back, pulling out her cell phone to call her mom.
She listened to Lauren talk loudly as the couple walked away.
“Girls can’t play hockey,” she heard her say to Vaughn in a loud whisper.
“Can, too!” Sydney called back loudly, causing Vaughn to smile widely at the comment and Lauren to glare.
This is just a basic summary about what the fic is about. Sydney loves hockey, and obviosuly Vaughn does as well. Their love of the sport is the cause for their meeting. Can their love for the sport grow on a larger scale and lead to their eventual love for eachother?
AN- This fic jumps around a lot in time, but it's not hard to follow and it always clrealy states approximately how many years have gone by
Chapter 1
“Girls can’t play hockey!”
“Then why are you playing, Vaughn?” And with that young Sydney Bristow took off down the ice leaving all of the boys on her team in her wake, who were all laughing hysterically at the captain of their team.
“Vaughn got burned by a girl,” they chanted.
Sydney smiled in satisfaction to herself. Serves him right, she thought.
She skated all the way down to the other end of the small, local area ice rink and waited for the rest of her teammates to follow her lead.
Sydney Bristow was a nine year old girl who adored hockey ever since her father introduced it to her when she was only four years old. She was on a team of all boys, which didn’t seem to cause her any discomfort at all. In fact, she liked it. She got the chance to show them all up with her impressive hockey skills.
She took the puck in between her stick and waited patiently. Vaughn was the last to arrive, dragging his skates all the way down the ice with a pathetic frown on his face. Sydney laughed quietly to herself.
The team waited for their coach, exchanging comments with one another. Nobody talked to Sydney, though. Talking to a girl would be like committing social suicide on a hockey team.
Finally the coach skated impressively towards the group of anxious nine year olds. He stopped in front of the large group with a large, warm smile.
“Alright team, let’s get started! This is a new year, and a new year for us to do the best we can.” He paused and glanced at Sydney with a small smile. “We have a new member to the team this season. Everyone this is Sydney Bristow. I’m sure she’ll be an extremely valuable player on our team. I want everyone to welcome her and respect her like you would any other player of this team,” the coach said to his team, while looking at the boys with overly large egos.
“I don’t want to hear anything like I did back there, Michael,” the coach scolded.
“Yes, Dad,” Vaughn mumbled.
Sydney looked between the coach and Vaughn, not realizing they were father and son, but looking at them now she could plainly see the resemblance between the two.
“Alright, let’s get started then,” the coach told his players, dumping a pile of pucks on the ice.
They skated towards the pucks that were located at center ice, and each player took one.
“Okay, the first thing I would like to do is have a little friendly competition.” The coach rubbed his hands together in mock anticipation.
Sydney rocked back and forth on her skates, eager to participate in any type of competition.
“It’s fairly simple. I want to see how well you can all handle the puck and how fast you are able to skate. I’ll split you into two groups. This side,” he said, pointing to the right, “will go first, and this side will go second.”
Sydney skated towards the side of the bench, being one of the players picked to go second. She looked to her left to see Vaughn following her to the bench. She smiled in anticipation, wanting to beat him. She knew it was juvenile to get this competitive about something as silly as a simple competition, but she took being told she couldn’t play hockey incredibly seriously.
Sydney climbed over the door and sat on the bench. There were five other boys, plus her and Vaughn who were in this group. They all stood, watching their other teammates begin to skate to the other end of the rink and back. Some of them were going at a descent speed, but Sydney knew she could do better. They basically all tied and no player stood out against the other.
“Good,” the coach said, stopping his stopwatch. “You boys go sit on the bench. Next group come on out.”
Everyone jumped eagerly over the bench and skated towards the starting line. Sydney took a few deep breathes. She grasped the stick in her small hand and bent over slightly, ready to go. She looked towards the coach, waiting for his signal indicating the beginning of the race. They had to go both there and back, so she didn’t want to start out too fast, but she also didn’t want to appear as a weak skater to the other boys. She had to find the happy medium.
The coach blew his whistle, signaling the start of the race.
Sydney took off with impressive force. She could see from her peripheral vision that she was already in front, but she could also see that Vaughn was at the same speed as she was. She could not let him win. His large ego didn’t need any boosting. Her legs were burning and her breathing was labored, but she pressed on, picking up her already remarkable speed. She touched the wall of the rink quickly and skated back the other way. She was now putting distance between her and Vaughn. She could see the look of panic on his face and the looks of surprise from the bench of boys as she speed by them. She grinned eagerly as she reached the end of the race. She had done it!
The rink fell silent for a moment, and then the coach laughed loudly.
“Serves you right, son, for telling a girl she couldn’t play hockey.”
Vaughn scowled at his dad when his friends and teammates laughed with their coach. Sydney just stood there proudly. The coach skated over to her and put an arm around her shoulder.
“Sydney, welcome to the team.”
That season their team came in first and won the gold medal in their city. Many believed it was because of Sydney’s presence on the team, but Vaughn and a few of his optimistic friends would never admit to something like that.
Eight years later Sydney was still playing hockey with just as much energy and enthusiasm as she was when she was nine years old. She never forgot the first hockey team she ever belonged to, though. She had even kept in close contact with some of the former members, but a lot of them had either moved away or lost interest in the sport.
She slung her hockey bag over her shoulder and tied her hair back after practice. She was now on an all girls travel team. She was the captain, and was a well respected player and friend to all the girls on the team.
“See you later, Syd,” her friend Katie called as she exited the dressing room. Sydney gave a half wave as she walked out into the foyer of the arena. She strolled over to the concession stand and ordered herself a steaming cup of hot chocolate. She had to wait for her mom to pick her up today, so she had some time to spare.
She fiddled with the lid of the cup and in the process almost tripped over a hockey bag located in the middle of the floor. She managed to grab the hot drink before it spilled all down the front of her shirt, but she ended up spilling the burning liquid all over her hands.
“Um, excuse me, could someone maybe move their bag before someone trips and kills themselves!” Sydney called out to the large crowd of people in her outspoken tone. They all turned towards her with curious looks. A boy around the same age as Sydney ran towards her.
“I’m so sorry. Are you alight?” he asked, picking up his bag from its position on the floor.
Sydney sighed. “I’ll live,” she told him in an annoyed tone, wiping off the hot chocolate from her hands. She looked up to see the face of the person who nearly caused her to trip and fall.
“Sydney?” he asked, slowly. She cocked her head to the side, trying to place the face with a name.
“Michael Vaughn,” he said.
“Holy felgercarb, you grew up,” she said loudly.
He laughed. “Yes, well that’s what happens in eight years.” He eyed the hockey bag on her shoulder. “Still playing hockey?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Still just as good?”
“Oh, so after eight years he finally admits I am good,” she called out dramatically with her hands in the air.
“Hey, I never said you weren’t good. Just not as good as me,” he said with a playful wink.
“Oh really? We’ll have to see about that one day.”
“Yes, we will.”
At that moment Sydney’s vision was thrown off when something blonde stepped in front of her. She stepped aside.
“Michael, I’m so sorry I’m late. I thought you said the game was at five, but I guess not,” this girl said with an obnoxiously loud giggle.
“It’s fine,” he said, quickly. “Lauren, this is Sydney.”
Lauren turned around, obviously not realizing she had interrupted a conversation.
“Sydney and I use to play hockey together when we were nine.”
Lauren looked at Sydney with disapproval. “Michael, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the big game?” she said, latching herself onto his arm and smiling up at him.
He looked down at his watch. “I guess I probably should, shouldn’t I? Sydney, you should stick around and watch if you can.”
“Um, well my mom is supposed to be picking me up in forty-five minutes, but I could ask her if she could come an hour later.”
“Great! You can see how much I improved in all of these years.”
“Hopefully a lot,” she told him, joking.
Lauren made an odd coughing noise with her throat, trying to remind both Vaughn and Sydney that she was still there.
“Oh, okay I need to get changed. I’ll talk to you after the game, though,” he told her, as Lauren pulled him away.
“Okay,” Sydney called back, pulling out her cell phone to call her mom.
She listened to Lauren talk loudly as the couple walked away.
“Girls can’t play hockey,” she heard her say to Vaughn in a loud whisper.
“Can, too!” Sydney called back loudly, causing Vaughn to smile widely at the comment and Lauren to glare.