Title: La Vie En Rose ("Life In Pink")
Author: Jaycee
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Alias is a creation of a wonderful man named J.J. Abrams and Bad Robots Productions.
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Rating: PG - 13
Spoilers: After the Confession
Category/Genre: Sydney/Vaughn; Romance
Summary: Vaughn follows Sydney to her mission in France to talk about what they found out about their parents.
Author's note: I was listening to this song that my best friend made me download. La Vie en rose is found in the movie Sabrina (the remake). It was the English version of the song, La Vie En rose, and it inspired me to write this fan fic. Listen to it, the English version was sung by Louis Armstrong. I recommend for you to download it! Or if you want, you can download the French version… I don't know who sung it but it was definitely a woman. Feedback is more than welcome…. Please tell me what you think okay? I'm more than happy to hear from you!
It was supposed to be just another ordinary mission for SD-6. Just go to a billionaire's mansion in France and retrieve a vaccine, replace it with a fake from Sloane and then give him a replica from the CIA.
But she wasn't ready for what she saw that night.
Right there in the end of the grand ballroom was Agent Michael Vaughn, her handler that she's been thinking about for the last few months and has been an active participant in her dreams for the past nights.
Sydney looked down her tight white gown, mentally telling herself that she has to talk to Sloane for a major overhaul in her wardrobe. Accomplishing missions in a gown is hard enough, but accomplishing them in a tight fitting gown makes it even harder.
"Thirty minutes Syd. Then, Madame Bouphei comes in and tells everyone about her latest medical discovery. She gives totally long speeches and that will give you enough time to retrieve the vaccine from the big vault behind the her room upstairs and then get the hell out of here." Dixon told her as they walked through the crowd, smiling at everyone that they pass.
Sydney nodded and then she let her eyes return to her handler. Damn! He looks good in that tux.
He looked up from his wine glass and met her eyes. Sydney felt her breath catch and she tried to tear her eyes away from him. Nope. It can't happen in this lifetime. She's drowning in his eyes and there's no way of stopping it. Please Dixon, pull me away or something…
"Hey Syd?" Dixon said, nudging at her with his elbow.
Ah! There is a God. "Yes?" She replied.
"Let's go to the bar. I need a drink." He said. She tried to stop him but he was adamant and in a few moments they were both sitting on two of the plush bar stools in the place.
She sighed and ordered a glass of champagne in French. "Oui mademoiselle." The bartender answered and in a flash, she was presented with a glass of sparkling champagne.
She sipped nervously, not knowing how she can avoid looking at Vaughn's direction when all her eyes want to do was feast on the way the jacket hugged his shoulders, how the sleeves emphasized his wonderful biceps… how his hair was enticingly mussed… and the way his wonderful green eyes were sparkling against the lights.
She turned to Dixon and smiled. I will not look at him. I will not look at him. I will not look at him. I will not…
"Mademoiselle." Sydney felt her breath catch as she recognized that sexy voice. Oh God no…
She turned around and met his eyes. "Oui?" She replied, her eyes asking him what the hell he is doing here.
Vaughn held out his hand. "A dance?" He asked, the English words rolling off his tongue smoothly.
She shook her head discreetly and turned to Dixon. "Go on." Dixon said kindly, as he held out a hand to Vaughn. "Anthony Phillip." He introduced himself.
Vaughn smiled and held out his own hand. "Benjamin Sole. It's a pleasure to meet you." He turned to Sydney and raised an eyebrow.
Sydney felt her pulse race at the gesture. She took a deep breath and held out her right hand. "Sarah Engle." She replied.
Vaughn smiled and took her hand gently with his own and placed a kiss on it. Sydney felt a shiver run through her body and she hoped against hope that he wouldn't notice how this seductive side of him is affecting her.
His lips lingered on her skin and then he looked up, his eyes now a darker green. "Charmed." He whispered. "How about that dance?" He continued.
Sydney stared at him and she knew that no matter how her brain is screaming that she shouldn't let this happen, her heart is pulling her to another direction. Before she knew it, she was nodding and was following Vaughn to the dance floor.
He nodded at her and then placed another kiss on her hand. "I'll be back." He said in a low voice and then walked over to the string quartet that was taking a break on the stage.
She watched as he whispered something to the female lead vocalist of the group. The woman nodded and in a few minutes he was back on her side.
He wrapped his strong right arm around her waist, his palm on the small of her back, bare due to the skimpy white gown that she was wearing. His left hand took her right one and they started swaying to the music.
"What are you doing here?" Sydney whispered. Vaughn sighed and she felt another shiver run through her as his ragged breath passed her ear.
"Tell me now." She whispered as they twirled around the dance floor, the sound of the violin filling the room in the tune of a very familiar song.
"I wanted to see you." He replied.
She pulled away from him and stared in his eyes. "What? You came all the way here, risking everything, our lives in general, so that you can see me? Does the CIA know? Why are you doing this?" She asked in a harsh whisper.
"No. CIA doesn't know anything. All they know is that I'm with my mother, accompanying her to my sister's graduation. Now to answer your other question, I'm here because you've been avoiding me Sydney. Ever since we found out about…" Vaughn trailed off, as pain flickered in his eyes.
"Don't say it." She whispered brokenly.
"Sydney, you know that…"
"How can you even talk to me after everything that we found out? After learning that my mother was the one who killed your father? How?" She asked, the last word barely coming out of her mouth.
Vaughn sighed and looked into her eyes. "You are not your mother Sydney." He said as he squeezed her hand.
"I am. I look like her. I have the same hair, the same smile. My father told me that when I was young. How can you…" She felt tears fill her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Enough crying about her! She looked down, not daring to meet his eyes and see the feelings that he has in there.
"Look at me." Vaughn said in a low voice. She shook her head in refusal.
"Look at me." He repeated and extracted his right hand from her waist. She bit her lip to stop the cry of loss that she felt when he did that. She was immediately soothed when he placed his right hand under her chin and tilted her face up.
"You are not your mother Sydney Bristow." He said in a clear voice. She shook her head.
"You are not her. I know that you wouldn't do what she did, and I know that you're a good person, with a good heart. You can never follow the footprints that your mother left." He said in a soft voice and he placed his right arm around her waist again and pulled her closer.
"Nothing that we found out can change the way I feel about you." He finished and kissed her cheek before burying his face in her hair.
She sighed and opened her mouth to contradict him when he pulled away and placed a finger on her lips. "No. Don't say anything." Still, she opened her mouth but Vaughn cut her off.
"I requested this song for you." He said.
Sydney moved closer to him and whispered, "Why?"
"Listen." He said simply and they fell into a comfortable silence as the woman sang the beautiful French song.
Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.
Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.
Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.
C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui
Dans la vie,
Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie.
Et des que je l'apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat
Des nuits d'amour a ne plus en finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Des enuis des chagrins, des phases
Heureux, heureux a en mourir.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.
Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.
Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.
C'est toi pour moi. Moi pour toi
Dans la vie,
Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie.
Et des que je l'apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat
Sydney shivered as the woman finished singing and the air was filled with the violin playing the instrumental part of the song. She felt her heart quiver, as she understood the full meaning of it.
"You like it?" Vaughn whispered against her ear.
"Translate it for me." She whispered, even though she knows exactly what the song meant.
She's been studying so many different languages for the past years and she didn't need him to translate it for her.
But for some reason, she wants to hear him saying the meaning of the song to her.
He nodded in understanding and cleared his throat. He sang the English version of the song in a low sexy voice.
Hold me close and hold me fastThe magic spell you cast
This is La Vie En Rose
Sydney sighed and placed her head on his chest. His left hand holding her right, moved towards her waist, effectively trapping her into his arms. In response, she placed her arms tightly around his neck.
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see La Vie En Rose
Vaughn smiled as they moved sensually on the dance floor. He placed a kiss on her left ear and his smile grew as he felt another shiver run through her body. He tightened his arms around her and continued translating the song.
When you press me to your heart
And in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
"Hmmm…" Sydney whispered as she in turn kissed his cheek and she urged for him to continue his translation.
And when you speak
Angels sing from above
Everyday words seems to turn into love song
Vaughn nodded and placed a few short kisses on her ear, down to her jaw in between the words. Sydney tried not to make any noise so she bit her lower lip, but that didn't stop a low moan from escaping her lips.
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La Vie En Rose
Vaughn shivered at the sound. He pulled away from her and saw the intense look of desire in her beautiful eyes. "That was beautiful." Sydney whispered.
He nodded and his eyes traveled her entire face, landing heavily on her luscious lips. He pulled her closer to him, not letting a single inch keep them apart.
He slowly moved his lips closer to hers and in mere milliseconds, captured her lips with his.
Sydney sighed in response and responded ardently. How quaint! The daughter of a killer kissing the son of one of her victims! She pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and pulled him closer.
Vaughn felt as if he was drowning in Sydney's kiss. His right hand traveled to her hair, pushing her head closer. The need for air was becoming desperate, but he wasn't ready to let go of her… yet.
Sydney shivered as Vaughn's hand made contact with her scalp. In the back of her mind, she can hear the song ending, and in just a few moments, Dixon will be appearing at her side to take her away from Vaughn. She pulled away from him and he stared at her in shock. His eyes asking her why she pulled away so soon.
She stared at him and looked around the room. She saw the door to the back of the stage and she pulled him towards it. He nodded understandingly and followed her.
The moment they were inside, Vaughn grabbed her forcefully and his lips crashed into hers. Sydney groaned and she fumbled blindly for the doorknob to close the door. She broke the kiss to turn away from him so that she can close the door. Feeling lost for the momentarily loss of contact, Vaughn then kissed her neck, slowly traveling to her jaw and then started to nibble her left earlobe.
Sydney closed her eyes, as she felt her knees start to wobble. She clung to Vaughn's shoulders and pushed him towards the wall.
He slowly backed to the wall and then turned around so he can brace her against it.
Again and again, their lips and tongues would meet, as months of pent up sexual frustration exploded between the two of them.
A few minutes later, they both heard a faint beeping sound. Sydney pulled away from Vaughn and looked down at her necklace. It was glowing, a signal for her to get the vaccine. She sighed and cursed under her breath.
Vaughn chuckled lightly and gently fixed her hair, which was all mussed up because of him running his hands through it again and again for the past minutes. "Its okay Syd." He whispered.
Sydney stared at him and nodded. "I don't want to go." She whispered back as she returned to her place in his arms and started to kiss his neck.
Vaughn closed his eyes as he tried to block out the heavenly feeling of Sydney's lips, but he was failing miserably. "Syd…" he moaned as he placed his hands on her upper arms and gently pushed her away.
"If we don't stop right now, you will never get the vaccine and we will be one step behind from bringing down SD-6." He reminded her even though all he wants to do was kiss her until they were both senseless.
She nodded and started to fix her gown. She looked up and smiled. "Do I look okay?"
"Like an angel." He responded and gently placed his lips against hers for a slow, sweet kiss.
They parted and Vaughn smiled at her. "Go on and get the vaccine."
"How about you?" She asked. "I'll be going home. My work here is done." He responded.
She laughed lightly and kissed him lightly on the lips. "More than done, I believe."
He chuckled again and nodded. "I'll be going that way." He pointed to the other door that was located directly in front of the door that they entered. "It leads to the back of the house. A car is waiting for me out there." He explained.
"Okay. Be careful." Sydney whispered as she moved closer to him again and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Vaughn shook his head. "That is not gonna hold me until the time that I see you again." He replied and pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply on the lips.
Sydney smiled against his lips and returned the kiss.
A few seconds later, when both of them were out of breath, Sydney turned around and walked out of the room.
Vaughn smiled to himself and went to his car. He can't wait till he sees her again for their post mission meeting.
The thought of the warehouse sent shivers running up and down his spine. "Till then Sydney." He whispered and he disappeared into the night.
* * * * * * * *
"When you kiss me heaven sighs/ And when I close my eyes/ I see La vie en rose." Sydney sang to her self in a low voice as she opened the vault and quickly picked up the vaccine.
Two minutes later, she was out of the room and was now walking out with Dixon.
"So, how was he?" Dixon asked as he carefully maneuvered the car through the slippery streets.
Sydney stared at him and smiled to herself. "He was good. He was really good." She replied and then turned her head towards the window, watching the trees whiz by her. Dixon just chuckled to himself and said nothing.
She can't wait for their meeting.
The warehouse never sounded more appealing to her until now.
THE END!!!