Different World
Charmedgal005
Disclaimer
If I owned these Characters (aside from the ones you don't recognize) I probably wouldn't be writing these. If I owned these characters, you would probably see this story on the show. Hey! You know what? I am writing these and you don't see this story line on the show, therefore, I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!! So don't sue me!
AN
This is an AU fic. Vaughn is not Sydney's handler. Weiss is. Other than that, it pretty much follows the show. Oh, I have to be honest. This is my first Alias fic. I really hope you like it. There might be a lot of Charmed things going on, that only a Charmed nut would catch, but that is because I write mostly Charmed fics.
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Sydney Bristow jumped out of her car, and ran into the warehouse. She was late, and Weiss was going to let her have it. She wasn't supposed to be late, but she thought that there was someone following her. "Hey." She said, as she approached the man sitting on a desk.
"I have places to be Agent Bristow." Weiss scolded.
"And I thought someone was following me."
"Did you lose them?" He asked. All too often, Sydney wished that Weiss wasn't so by the book. If he wasn't so strict, he might have been cute. But his face was always stern, almost sad.
"Yes." Sydney suddenly noticed a different guy standing in the corner. His green eyes and brown hair stood out. He looked quiet, but if need be assertive. "Hi." She told him.
"That is Agent Vaughn. He is only here to make sure that things run smoothly." Weiss said, with disgust in his voice. Sydney approached the agent.
"You don't have to sit in the shadows, come on out." She said, taking his hand.
Vaughn pulled back. "I'm just supposed to observe from a distance Bristow." He said, pulling back. Her hand was so soft, he felt like he was touching velvet. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her hair looked so soft. It took all of his will power not to reach out and touch it.
"Ok." She said. Sydney took her eyes off of his and looked over at the stern Weiss. "What do they want me to do?" She asked. Weiss never had time for pleasantries. He didn't seem to like them.
"You're going to replace the document with a fake. SD-6 won't be able to tell the difference. This one will lead them to the other side of the planet. We hope."
"You're telling me you guys have seen this document all ready?"
"No. But we have a good idea of what is in it."
"What is on it?" Sydney pushed.
"It's classified." Weiss shot. Sydney backed off. Her cell phone rang, and Weiss rolled his eyes. She picked it up.
"Hello?... Hey Francie… yeah…. Bread and what?.... You want me to pick up a turkey on the way home?.... Why exactly…. Ok…See you soon… Bye." Sydney hung up the phone. "I got to go."
"Good luck Bristow." Weiss said. Sydney took one last look at Vaughn. She smiled to herself. It was probably not the last time she would see him. Sydney hopped into her car and drove off. Vaughn came out from his corner, and put a hand on Weiss' shoulder as he watched Sydney drive off.
"Man, if I was her handler…" He wished.
"It's a good thing you're not." Weiss joked.
"You are one of the biggest jokers I know, but back there, I'll tell you this. That is not the Weiss I know."
"Her life is major danger every time I see her. Just protecting that."
"What ever floats your boat."
"Come on, we got to get back." Weiss said. Vaughn grabbed the door handle, and stared at the spot where Sydney had stood a second earlier.
"Francie, there were no big turkeys at the store. So I got two small ones!" Sydney said, brining in the groceries.
"That's fine." Francie said, taking the bags from her.
"Who's the guy?"
"No guy." Francie said, too quickly.
"You lie."
"No I don't."
"Francie, come on. Who's the guy?"
"Look who's covering up for them self. You look happier than usual. Who's the guy?" Francie tormented.
"Do you want me out of the house tonight?" Sydney asked, changing the subject.
"No. I definitely need you here. But you got to be quiet. Like, stay in your room."
"So, it's a guy, and his parents."
"Maybe." Francie said. "Just do that thing, where you pretend to be busy with work. Quiet in your room. A place to go when I'm getting desperate."
"Ok. I got to pack anyway."
"Again? Where are you going this time?"
Sydney thought. What was her cover up this time? Oh, yeah, Italy was not a good cover up. It was the truth. "Huston." She covered.
"How long?"
"Two days. Do you need help with the birds?"
"No. I think I got this turkey thing down." Francie said.
"Just remember Thanksgiving." She remarked. Francie threw a towel at her, and Sydney threw it back. Francie began to laugh. Sydney smiled, then slinked off to her room. She lay across her bed, and closed her eyes. Vaughn's face flooded her mind. She didn't even know his first name. But she liked the way that Vaughn sounded. Mysterious. Sexy. Him. She bolted up. As much as she liked him, without knowing him at all, she couldn't have him. He worked for the CIA. She worked for the CIA. They couldn't have anything. Not until SD-6 was taken down. She was going to get out of the intelligence business then. Only then. But they were agents. Trained in the art of lying. She might be able to get away with it. Of course if it was planned carefully. But she may never see him again. She hoped not. Sydney began to pack. She found this a pointless ritual. They would just give her a different suitcase when she got to work, ones with clothing to fight in. But packing a suitcase was part of her cover up. Part of what she despised.
She heard the people arrive several hours later. She tried to figure out what each person was like, by their voice. The guy sounded nice. She wished she could see his face. The dad was a little odd. And the mother, she assumed there was one, was quiet. She had only heard Francie be introduced to her. Suddenly, she heard the phone ring. Sydney made a dash for the phone in the hall. She didn't want to ruin Francie's dinner. But Francie had beaten her to the phone. Sydney guessed that Francie needed the break. But the call was short. Francie had said it was a wrong number. Sydney smiled. She grabbed her keys, pretending that she needed something. "Who was that Francie?" Sydney asked. She was looking through her wallet, seeing if she had money.
"Someone for that Joey's Pizza. It is getting really annoying." Francie said.
"Ok. I got to go get a few things." She turned to Francie's guests. "Hi. I'm the roommate, Sydney."
"Syd, this is Eric, and his parents." Sydney shook their hands. "Why don't you stay? I made too much food." Francie said, showing Sydney the two birds.
"I got to get this done."
"Ok."
"Nice meeting you guys." Sydney said. She waved good bye, and ran out the door. She met Weiss at the grocery store.
"Change of plans." He said, picking up a bottle of soda, pretending to look at the price. "There will be no swap. We want them to get the original."
"Ok, why?" Sydney looked at a bag of chips.
"The take down is a couple of months away, figured we'd get this unimportant document then." He admitted. Only a couple of months? She would be free then.
"Ok." Sydney said. She grabbed the chips, travel sized toothpaste, paid for them, then left. Only a couple of months.
The mission went as planned. Sydney did as she had done before finding out that SD-6 wasn't part of the CIA. The document stayed in the SD-6 vault. Now all she had to do was brief with Weiss. She got out of the car, very glad to be early. She went to the usual meeting spot, but Weiss wasn't there. Vaughn was.
Sydney's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't expecting Vaughn to be there. "Hi." She said. "Where's Weiss?" She asked. Sydney looked around. Maybe he was hiding in the shadows.
"He called in sick today. They sent me today." Sydney wanted to scream for joy. "How did it go?"
"As planned. SD-6 has the document, in the vault. It was an easy take and run job. Little security. Almost too easy."
"Ok." They said nothing. There wasn't too much. "Bristow, did you feel something the other night?" Vaughn dared.
"Between us?" Sydney said. She slowly approached Vaughn.
"Yeah." He took a step closer to her. They were inches away from each other's face.
"Me too." She said. She leaned up and kissed him. Sydney took a step back, surprised at what she had just done. Before she realized what was happening, he had kissed her. She pushed him back. "As much as I want this we can't."
"I know." Vaughn said. "I have an idea."
"Listening."
"Tonight. Meet me at the club Apollo, we can pretend we met there." He suggested.
Sydney smiled. "I'll be there." She gave him a quick kiss, and jumped back into her car. Vaughn watched her drive away. He held his hand up to his cheek, where Sydney kissed last, and smiled. He couldn't wait until that night. Her face, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her beauty haunted him.
Sydney came home, smiling. "Who's the guy?" Francie asked.
"No guy. Just good day." She lied. "I was thinking. I heard about this great club during work today. I thought we could check it out. What do you say?"
"Which one?"
"Apollo?"
"Ok. We can pick up some food on our way there."
"I'll call Will." Sydney said.
"I'll call."
"Ok, I'm going to take a shower while you do that." Sydney said. She wanted to look her best for Vaughn. "I got to get his first name." She mumbled as she stepped into the shower. After a quick shower, Sydney got dressed, looking her best. Will was already there. Francie and Will were talking in the living room.
"Wow Syd. You sure cleaned up nice." Francie said.
"Yeah, well, I'm tired of being single."
"Finally over Danny?" Will asked, hoping that he now had a chance with her.
"I don't think I'll ever be over him, but ready to move on." She said, her head filled with visions of Vaughn, and she gave a small smile. Francie came over and put her arm around Sydney.
"It's about time. Come on, let's go." Arm in arm, the two strolled out, with Will following closely.