Title: Four Days
Author: Jenn
Rating: PG
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn meet at the warehouse for the first time after Cole tries to get into the SD-6 vault in "The Box, Part 2."
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Michael Vaughn leaned against the table in the dark warehouse, anxiously awaiting the rythmic clicking of Sydney's heeled shoes. It had been four days since McKenas Cole and his accomplices had stormed SD-6; four days since Sydney had saved everyone's lives; four days since the CIA had aquired the vial of mysterious "perfume," and four days since he'd last seen her.
"Hockey can wait." The words through his mind over and over again. Now, because of it, he was on the verge of a massive headache. While the job that his strong-willed, stubborn agent was dong really icouldn't/i wait, he was beginning to forget why dating her had to.
Oh, yeah, now he remembered. Not only could it blow her cover, but also her father's. If Sloane ever thought that Vaughn knew Sydney was with the "CIA," he would be killed. Danny had proved that point beautifully.
He leaned back a little more and covered his face with this hands. He made a sound that was a bit more masculine than a whimper, but definitely one of distress.
"Some girl ireally/i has you stressed out," a voice commented from in front of him. He immediately knew who it was, but slowly peeked through his fingers anyway.
"Hello," he replied, the sound slightly muffled. He pulled his hands down and stood up. In the process, he noticed the sneakers on her feet, rather than heels. "So that's how you snuck up on me," he muttered.
"Who's this girl?" Sydney persisted, ignoring his greeting and the observation.
"I'm fine, thanks, how are you?"
"I'm floating on air," was the sarcastic response. "Now tell me!" She was getting antsy, and her tone was about to become snappy. She covered it by making it sound like she was kidding.
"Nobody. She's just... someone that I work with." She noted the careful choice of words in his utterly simple sentence.
"Do I know her?"
Vaughn shrugged. He wasn't really lying. Sydney herself once said that sometimes she didn't know who she was.
iDamnit, he's interested in someone!/i she thought. iWell, I want him to be happy,/i then as an admittal, iI guess I just wanted him to be happy with ME./i
"How's everything back at SD-6? Back to normal?" he changed the subject.
She shook her head. "Sloane gave everyone a few days off so he could get some people to come in and clean up... and so he could get his finger reattached."
"I envy your father," he informed her.
"Why?"
"He got to cut off his boss's finger. Granted, it wasn't under the nicest of circumstances," Sydney snorted, "but there have been a couple of times I would've liked to do that to Devlin."
"Really? When?"
"Most recently when he told me to "wait for independent confirmation" that SD-6 was under attack. I kinda wanted to do isomething/i to him then."
"Whoa, wait! Back up. Devlin told you to wait? And I'm assuming that you didn't." Vaughn stared at the floor, neither confirming nor denying it.
"You were incredible in there," he said quietly, after a moment. "You saved all those people's lives."
"I had help. A lot of help. My dad, Dixon." She paused. "You."
He looked up. "I didn't do anything that you couldn't have done by yourself."
"Yes, you did, and you know it. Thank you," she replied solemly. Then she leaned toward him and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek.
The End
Author: Jenn
Rating: PG
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn meet at the warehouse for the first time after Cole tries to get into the SD-6 vault in "The Box, Part 2."
Feedback: PLEASE!!!! I live off of feedback!
Disclaimer: Is this mine? Hmm, lemme check... Nope, I don't own anything here except this fic.
~*~
Michael Vaughn leaned against the table in the dark warehouse, anxiously awaiting the rythmic clicking of Sydney's heeled shoes. It had been four days since McKenas Cole and his accomplices had stormed SD-6; four days since Sydney had saved everyone's lives; four days since the CIA had aquired the vial of mysterious "perfume," and four days since he'd last seen her.
"Hockey can wait." The words through his mind over and over again. Now, because of it, he was on the verge of a massive headache. While the job that his strong-willed, stubborn agent was dong really icouldn't/i wait, he was beginning to forget why dating her had to.
Oh, yeah, now he remembered. Not only could it blow her cover, but also her father's. If Sloane ever thought that Vaughn knew Sydney was with the "CIA," he would be killed. Danny had proved that point beautifully.
He leaned back a little more and covered his face with this hands. He made a sound that was a bit more masculine than a whimper, but definitely one of distress.
"Some girl ireally/i has you stressed out," a voice commented from in front of him. He immediately knew who it was, but slowly peeked through his fingers anyway.
"Hello," he replied, the sound slightly muffled. He pulled his hands down and stood up. In the process, he noticed the sneakers on her feet, rather than heels. "So that's how you snuck up on me," he muttered.
"Who's this girl?" Sydney persisted, ignoring his greeting and the observation.
"I'm fine, thanks, how are you?"
"I'm floating on air," was the sarcastic response. "Now tell me!" She was getting antsy, and her tone was about to become snappy. She covered it by making it sound like she was kidding.
"Nobody. She's just... someone that I work with." She noted the careful choice of words in his utterly simple sentence.
"Do I know her?"
Vaughn shrugged. He wasn't really lying. Sydney herself once said that sometimes she didn't know who she was.
iDamnit, he's interested in someone!/i she thought. iWell, I want him to be happy,/i then as an admittal, iI guess I just wanted him to be happy with ME./i
"How's everything back at SD-6? Back to normal?" he changed the subject.
She shook her head. "Sloane gave everyone a few days off so he could get some people to come in and clean up... and so he could get his finger reattached."
"I envy your father," he informed her.
"Why?"
"He got to cut off his boss's finger. Granted, it wasn't under the nicest of circumstances," Sydney snorted, "but there have been a couple of times I would've liked to do that to Devlin."
"Really? When?"
"Most recently when he told me to "wait for independent confirmation" that SD-6 was under attack. I kinda wanted to do isomething/i to him then."
"Whoa, wait! Back up. Devlin told you to wait? And I'm assuming that you didn't." Vaughn stared at the floor, neither confirming nor denying it.
"You were incredible in there," he said quietly, after a moment. "You saved all those people's lives."
"I had help. A lot of help. My dad, Dixon." She paused. "You."
He looked up. "I didn't do anything that you couldn't have done by yourself."
"Yes, you did, and you know it. Thank you," she replied solemly. Then she leaned toward him and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek.
The End