Title: Somebody
Author: Queenie [aka Spy!Queenie, Nicole or sv4ever07]
Beta: Screech [aka Spy!Screech, Vanessa or blondiedays]
Disclaimer: I own all rights to Seth, QT, DA, MV, CMM ... the ownership papers are in my pocket, they are in my closet. Seth is my husband. He is the perfect husband. We sleep in our hammock under the stars, and he leaves rose petal paths through our living room, and he is so sweet. Honestly, I own nothing. Well, I really do own Seth, he is my made up character, and my husband in my mind, and I also own Eliza.
Rating: PG or PG-13
Spoilers: Negative. None. Zipo. Totally AU; well somewhat, a few things might be taken from the show.
'Ship: Hee hee ... you'll have to wait and see. But you will be fulfilled.
Summary: They were mere acquaintances, until one day they no longer were. AU.
Dedication: Screech, Jen, the ZAP ... all my girls there for sticking with me! To the turtles who I saw humping, which just blew my mind and I found hilarious, oh yeah, and to the monkeys who were flinging poop [I went to the zoo today.]
Author's Note: I wadded through my list of stories tonight, and put a lot of them on hiatus because of lack of muses right now, they can be taken off hiatus at any point. If you are worried one of the ones you are reading were put on hiatus, PM me and I'll let you know if it was. Anyways, I heard the song "Somebody" by Reba, and this idea came to me, I'm winging it, but you all know me, I try to update a lot. So we'll see. Let me know if you want a PM!
Somebody
Prologue
Mere acquaintances is what you would call them. Every morning at exactly nine they would run into each other, sometimes literally, at the Starbucks in downtown LA over their daily cup of French vanilla cappuccino and straight black coffee.
They had never talked to each other, didn't know the other's name, but could pick each other out in a crowd any day. They knew each other's smile like the back of their hand; from the way it lifted up slightly at the corner, to the way it made sparkles light up their eyes.
Green and brown eyes haunted them at night, taunted them, and made them wish that they could get up the nerve to talk to the other.
But it never went their way, and they began to depend on the other being there every morning; no matter whether they talked to each other or not, it was a wonderful way to start the morning.
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Thirty year old Michael Vaughn sighed and let his head drop back against the back of the couch. Could she take any longer?
"Eliza!" he groaned, "Come on! Hurry up! If you don't hurry Eric will be old and gray by the time we get there."
"Mike!" she exclaimed, "Why don't you shut up and let me get ready; I'm nervous enough already, do I need your help to make it even worse? No. I didn't think so."
"What's got you so nervous?" he inquired curiously, "What's going on? I'm so out of the loop."
She chuckled from the bathroom. "It's not like I know for sure, but I think Eric is going to propose to me tonight."
"At a club?" he asked incredulously, "Well that is certainly something new. I've never heard of someone proposing at a club."
"He's unique," she piped up.
"You could say that ..."
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Twenty five year old Sydney Bristow shook her head back and forth, "Fran I am not coming out with you tonight; I'm not going to be the third wheel ... AGAIN!"
"You won't be the third wheel!" Francie exclaimed, "Will and I are your best friends, we'll hang out with you."
Will Tippin, Francie's fiancé, was the man in question, both of them were Sydney's best friends, but now that they were a thing, she always felt like the third wheel.
She smiled playfully, "That's what you always say; and then next thing you know you're making out on the dance floor and I don't see you again until you're ready to go."
Francie pulled her up and pushed her toward the bathroom, "Just get ready Syd; I have a feeling tonight is going to be different."
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Half an hour late, Michael and Eliza walked into The Underground, a dance club located in downtown LA between the metropolis and the industrial sections. Technically, it used to be considered part of the industrial section; a warehouse that had been refurbished and revitalized and turned into the popular dance club.
Eric Weiss, Michael's best friend and Eliza's boyfriend sat impatiently tapping his foot to the beat of the music pounding from the super sound systems, up at the bar, a shot glass clutched in one hand.
When he saw his best friend and his girlfriend approaching him, he grinned broadly and immediately was at her side, practically ignoring his best friend to look at his girlfriend, all Michael got, was a "Hey Mike" before Eric and Eliza were headed off onto the dance floor.
And once again Michael was all by himself; he slid into the bar stool Eric had vacated, and glanced at the bartender who smiled at him and nodded.
"I'll have my normal ..." Tonight, he hoped, something would be different; he wished something would change for once.
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Will was meeting them at the club The Underground, and as they parked the car and walked the lengthy three blocks needed to arrive there, Francie looked over at Sydney. "I want you to promise me you'll have fun tonight."
"I'll try," Sydney replied.
"No," Francie grabbed her hand, "Promise me."
"Fine, I promise to have fun tonight, even if I was dragged here unwillingly."
Francie smiled, "That's my girl."
They continued the walk in silence, and when they arrived at the doors and the bouncer allowed them in, Francie turned to Sydney, "Remember, you promised." And by the time Sydney thought to tell Francie to have fun, she was already in Will's arms.
"Well, I better go and try to have," she muttered as she walked toward the bar, "Might as well get a drink, I'm going to need it."
She took a seat on a bar stool next to a man and smiled at the bartender as she ordered her drink from him. "I'll have a shot of tequila please." She knew getting into the hard stuff so quickly was not smart, but for once she didn't want to act smart, she wanted to be impulsive, risky, what every man wanted, and so totally not like her self.
The shot was knocked back quickly, and the man next to her looked over at her with a quirk of his lips. "Hi."
"Hi."
Neither was paying very much attention to the other, but when they did chance a glance at the other, a look of recognition passed through their eyes.
"Wait a minute ..." they both said, "Aren't you the person from Starbucks?"
TBC...
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*shrugs* Hope you like it. I had fun writing it. And just so you know, if you didn't get it, Eliza is Vaughn's sister who is dating Eric and lives with Vaughn.
Author: Queenie [aka Spy!Queenie, Nicole or sv4ever07]
Beta: Screech [aka Spy!Screech, Vanessa or blondiedays]
Disclaimer: I own all rights to Seth, QT, DA, MV, CMM ... the ownership papers are in my pocket, they are in my closet. Seth is my husband. He is the perfect husband. We sleep in our hammock under the stars, and he leaves rose petal paths through our living room, and he is so sweet. Honestly, I own nothing. Well, I really do own Seth, he is my made up character, and my husband in my mind, and I also own Eliza.
Rating: PG or PG-13
Spoilers: Negative. None. Zipo. Totally AU; well somewhat, a few things might be taken from the show.
'Ship: Hee hee ... you'll have to wait and see. But you will be fulfilled.
Summary: They were mere acquaintances, until one day they no longer were. AU.
Dedication: Screech, Jen, the ZAP ... all my girls there for sticking with me! To the turtles who I saw humping, which just blew my mind and I found hilarious, oh yeah, and to the monkeys who were flinging poop [I went to the zoo today.]
Author's Note: I wadded through my list of stories tonight, and put a lot of them on hiatus because of lack of muses right now, they can be taken off hiatus at any point. If you are worried one of the ones you are reading were put on hiatus, PM me and I'll let you know if it was. Anyways, I heard the song "Somebody" by Reba, and this idea came to me, I'm winging it, but you all know me, I try to update a lot. So we'll see. Let me know if you want a PM!
Somebody
Prologue
Mere acquaintances is what you would call them. Every morning at exactly nine they would run into each other, sometimes literally, at the Starbucks in downtown LA over their daily cup of French vanilla cappuccino and straight black coffee.
They had never talked to each other, didn't know the other's name, but could pick each other out in a crowd any day. They knew each other's smile like the back of their hand; from the way it lifted up slightly at the corner, to the way it made sparkles light up their eyes.
Green and brown eyes haunted them at night, taunted them, and made them wish that they could get up the nerve to talk to the other.
But it never went their way, and they began to depend on the other being there every morning; no matter whether they talked to each other or not, it was a wonderful way to start the morning.
-----
Thirty year old Michael Vaughn sighed and let his head drop back against the back of the couch. Could she take any longer?
"Eliza!" he groaned, "Come on! Hurry up! If you don't hurry Eric will be old and gray by the time we get there."
"Mike!" she exclaimed, "Why don't you shut up and let me get ready; I'm nervous enough already, do I need your help to make it even worse? No. I didn't think so."
"What's got you so nervous?" he inquired curiously, "What's going on? I'm so out of the loop."
She chuckled from the bathroom. "It's not like I know for sure, but I think Eric is going to propose to me tonight."
"At a club?" he asked incredulously, "Well that is certainly something new. I've never heard of someone proposing at a club."
"He's unique," she piped up.
"You could say that ..."
-----
Twenty five year old Sydney Bristow shook her head back and forth, "Fran I am not coming out with you tonight; I'm not going to be the third wheel ... AGAIN!"
"You won't be the third wheel!" Francie exclaimed, "Will and I are your best friends, we'll hang out with you."
Will Tippin, Francie's fiancé, was the man in question, both of them were Sydney's best friends, but now that they were a thing, she always felt like the third wheel.
She smiled playfully, "That's what you always say; and then next thing you know you're making out on the dance floor and I don't see you again until you're ready to go."
Francie pulled her up and pushed her toward the bathroom, "Just get ready Syd; I have a feeling tonight is going to be different."
-----
Half an hour late, Michael and Eliza walked into The Underground, a dance club located in downtown LA between the metropolis and the industrial sections. Technically, it used to be considered part of the industrial section; a warehouse that had been refurbished and revitalized and turned into the popular dance club.
Eric Weiss, Michael's best friend and Eliza's boyfriend sat impatiently tapping his foot to the beat of the music pounding from the super sound systems, up at the bar, a shot glass clutched in one hand.
When he saw his best friend and his girlfriend approaching him, he grinned broadly and immediately was at her side, practically ignoring his best friend to look at his girlfriend, all Michael got, was a "Hey Mike" before Eric and Eliza were headed off onto the dance floor.
And once again Michael was all by himself; he slid into the bar stool Eric had vacated, and glanced at the bartender who smiled at him and nodded.
"I'll have my normal ..." Tonight, he hoped, something would be different; he wished something would change for once.
-----
Will was meeting them at the club The Underground, and as they parked the car and walked the lengthy three blocks needed to arrive there, Francie looked over at Sydney. "I want you to promise me you'll have fun tonight."
"I'll try," Sydney replied.
"No," Francie grabbed her hand, "Promise me."
"Fine, I promise to have fun tonight, even if I was dragged here unwillingly."
Francie smiled, "That's my girl."
They continued the walk in silence, and when they arrived at the doors and the bouncer allowed them in, Francie turned to Sydney, "Remember, you promised." And by the time Sydney thought to tell Francie to have fun, she was already in Will's arms.
"Well, I better go and try to have," she muttered as she walked toward the bar, "Might as well get a drink, I'm going to need it."
She took a seat on a bar stool next to a man and smiled at the bartender as she ordered her drink from him. "I'll have a shot of tequila please." She knew getting into the hard stuff so quickly was not smart, but for once she didn't want to act smart, she wanted to be impulsive, risky, what every man wanted, and so totally not like her self.
The shot was knocked back quickly, and the man next to her looked over at her with a quirk of his lips. "Hi."
"Hi."
Neither was paying very much attention to the other, but when they did chance a glance at the other, a look of recognition passed through their eyes.
"Wait a minute ..." they both said, "Aren't you the person from Starbucks?"
TBC...
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*shrugs* Hope you like it. I had fun writing it. And just so you know, if you didn't get it, Eliza is Vaughn's sister who is dating Eric and lives with Vaughn.
