A/N: Ok, this takes place at the very end of last weeks episode, when Sydney finds out Jack trained her when she was six years old. It's from Vaughn's point of view. (is Vaughn's first name Michael? I think I heard it on one episode, but I'm not sure) Sorry it's so short, but it's my first Alias fic, so don't blame me for being too scared to try anything longer. R and R! ~MoI~

The Only One With Eyes

Vaughn closed the last file and tore his eyes away from the computer after so many long hours. Leaning back in his chair, he stretched out his arms and looked around the office, trying to find someone who would be willing to go out for a coffee or anything with a large amount of sugar or caffeine. Hmm, Paul? No, too tech-ish for a normal conversation..... Cynthia? maybe... at least she has a sense of humor... oh no wait, she's working a double shift today... Vaughn continued running through his mental list, ticking each person off the list for being too something. He knew he was being picky, but he was really on edge because of the whole thing with Sydney's mother and Jack... it was too complicated to figure out.

He swung his swivel chair around to look at the other side of the room and caught sight of a dark, soaked, and shaking figure. A familiar, female figure that was apparently in distress. Sydney...

A name that meant many things to Michael Vaughn... Sydney Bristow was one of his charges at the CIA that worked as a double agent at SD-6. Vaughn knew that Sydney had taken many risks for the CIA and narrowly escaped getting caught too many times. Also, recently she had saved his life a few times. All adding up to the total: Sydney was a very good friend, someone he could definitely trust. But maybe more than a friend...

A worried frown crossing his face, Vaughn stood up from his chair and strode over to Sydney. She met him halfway and looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, soaked with rainwater.

Can we ever be more than friends? It's against all the rules... I'm her handler, I can't get involved.

Not knowing the reason, but sensing Sydney's distress, Vaughn pulled her into a hug, feeling her lean on him for support.

It's too late... I'm already involved.

He stood with her, in the middle of the CIA office, ignoring all the staring co-workers. They obviously thought that Vaughn was too social with Sydney. But if they thought that they were finally going to get something to complain about, they were wrong.

But I think all that this will ever be is a friendship... Can I live with that?

Sydney sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked her hair soothingly, trying to comfort her. He thought he heard Sydney sigh, or maybe his ears were playing tricks on him. He thought he heard her whisper, so quietly that he would have almost missed it.

"Thank you."

Yeah, I think I can live with that.

A/N: Is it me, or is this fic begging to be more than just one chapter? Maybe maybe... tell me what you think. Read and Review!!!! I might add on another two or three chapters. I don't want to make it too long. R&R!!!