Title: Shattered Snowglobe, chapter 1
Author: Shade
Disclaimer: None of these characters (or Starbucks) are mine...all ABC, Bad Robot, J.J. Abrams, etc.
Shattered Snowglobe, chapter 1
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Agent Michael Vaughn rolled over wearily and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock.
"Ahhh, five more minutes to dream of Sydney," he thought to himself as he curled back up.
But five minutes later, the alarm interrupted his dreams again and Vaughn succumbed to the vexatious beeping.
He haphazardly got up, put his slippers on, and made his way towards the kitchen like a zombie, still half asleep with Sydney Bristow spinning around in his head.
Vaughn put on a pot of coffee and opened the fridge to retrieve some milk. "Ugh," he muttered, now fully awake after discovering that he was out of milk. He couldn't deal with black coffee. He took off the coffee pot and headed into his bathroom to take a shower and temporarily wash away his Sydney-filled dreams.
Ten minutes later, Vaughn stepped out of the shower and knotted a pristine white towel across his waist. He shaved and put some gel in his hair to give him his signature tousled look. He put on a nice suit - he would be meeting Sydney today in the warehouse.
Vaughn was about to leave when he remembered the coffee. "Damn," he muttered, vowing to clean up later and hit a Starbucks on the way to work.
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Vaughn pulled up to the Starbucks and absent-mindedly parked his SUV. This was a detour not congruent with his morning routine, but he was a man who needed his coffee. He was also a man who couldn't be late to work.
He nonchalantly weaved through the crowd up to the counter, determined to get his coffee and still see Sydney on time. "Tall please," he said kindly to the cashier. He paid and walked over to the pick up counter to wait for his coffee.
Vaughn stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched the crowd. All those people with normal lives. The ones who didn't have to meet the people they loved and cared about in deserted warehouses. A young blonde man caught his attention. He looked vaguely familiar but Vaughn couldn't place where he knew this man from. Whoever he was, he was sitting with an attractive brunette and they were discussing something heatedly.
"Tall!" Vaughn heard his order called and turned to retrieve it. "To go sir?" the cashier inquired.
"Actually, I think I'll stay," Vaughn replied. He knew leaving without being able to remember who this guy was would just nag at him for the rest of the day.
Vaughn sat down at a vacant table next to the couple and caught pieces of their conversation using his keen spy skills.
"Will, you need to keep going with this story! McNeil's daughter came to you!" the brunette commanded.
"Will! Sydney's friend Will," Vaughn thought triumphantly. He relaxed and took a sip of his coffee. In fact, he was just about to get up when Will said something incredibly startling.
"No Jenny. I already told you, I'm dropping the SD-6 story. I don't want to get killed!" he retorted firmly.
Vaughn started choking on his coffee.
"Hey man, you okay?" Will leaned over and asked.
Vaughn managed to squeeze out a hoarse, "Fine," before rushing out to his car. He sped like a madman all the way to the warehouse, his senses heightened. When he arrived, he barely remembered to put the car in park before jumping out and rushing toward Sydney.
"Sydney!" he gasped, out of breath. "Sydney! Will knows...Will knows about SD-6!"
She stared back at him in utter shock. "Are you sure?"
"I overheard him in Starbucks. He was talking with a girl named Jenny. He's doing a story about it, I guess for his paper," Vaughn panted. "He wants to stop - because he's afraid of being killed!"
Sydney's jaw dropped. "How in the world could he possibly know?" she asked, racking her brain for a slight slip she may have committed.
"I don't know," Vaughn replied somberly, "but I'm not so sure he's going to stop writing it. Apparently somebody's daughter came to him to press him to write it."
"Who's daughter, Vaughn? Did you hear a name?" Sydney asked frantically. She didn't panic much, but this was putting her on high alert.
"McNeil," he replied.
Sydney thought for a moment, then uttered, "I know that name! He's in jail. Oh no..." she trailed off.
"What?" Vaughn asked. "What?"
"I have a bad feeling that Will is going to go through with this. He's in way over his head. I'm calling in sick for my trip tomorrow and going over to Will's place to see what he knows. I'm not going anywhere until I make sure he's safe from SD-6," she planned resolutely as she walked briskly to her car, leaving Vaughn behind, speechless.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author: Shade
Disclaimer: None of these characters (or Starbucks) are mine...all ABC, Bad Robot, J.J. Abrams, etc.
Shattered Snowglobe, chapter 1
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Agent Michael Vaughn rolled over wearily and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock.
"Ahhh, five more minutes to dream of Sydney," he thought to himself as he curled back up.
But five minutes later, the alarm interrupted his dreams again and Vaughn succumbed to the vexatious beeping.
He haphazardly got up, put his slippers on, and made his way towards the kitchen like a zombie, still half asleep with Sydney Bristow spinning around in his head.
Vaughn put on a pot of coffee and opened the fridge to retrieve some milk. "Ugh," he muttered, now fully awake after discovering that he was out of milk. He couldn't deal with black coffee. He took off the coffee pot and headed into his bathroom to take a shower and temporarily wash away his Sydney-filled dreams.
Ten minutes later, Vaughn stepped out of the shower and knotted a pristine white towel across his waist. He shaved and put some gel in his hair to give him his signature tousled look. He put on a nice suit - he would be meeting Sydney today in the warehouse.
Vaughn was about to leave when he remembered the coffee. "Damn," he muttered, vowing to clean up later and hit a Starbucks on the way to work.
-------
Vaughn pulled up to the Starbucks and absent-mindedly parked his SUV. This was a detour not congruent with his morning routine, but he was a man who needed his coffee. He was also a man who couldn't be late to work.
He nonchalantly weaved through the crowd up to the counter, determined to get his coffee and still see Sydney on time. "Tall please," he said kindly to the cashier. He paid and walked over to the pick up counter to wait for his coffee.
Vaughn stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched the crowd. All those people with normal lives. The ones who didn't have to meet the people they loved and cared about in deserted warehouses. A young blonde man caught his attention. He looked vaguely familiar but Vaughn couldn't place where he knew this man from. Whoever he was, he was sitting with an attractive brunette and they were discussing something heatedly.
"Tall!" Vaughn heard his order called and turned to retrieve it. "To go sir?" the cashier inquired.
"Actually, I think I'll stay," Vaughn replied. He knew leaving without being able to remember who this guy was would just nag at him for the rest of the day.
Vaughn sat down at a vacant table next to the couple and caught pieces of their conversation using his keen spy skills.
"Will, you need to keep going with this story! McNeil's daughter came to you!" the brunette commanded.
"Will! Sydney's friend Will," Vaughn thought triumphantly. He relaxed and took a sip of his coffee. In fact, he was just about to get up when Will said something incredibly startling.
"No Jenny. I already told you, I'm dropping the SD-6 story. I don't want to get killed!" he retorted firmly.
Vaughn started choking on his coffee.
"Hey man, you okay?" Will leaned over and asked.
Vaughn managed to squeeze out a hoarse, "Fine," before rushing out to his car. He sped like a madman all the way to the warehouse, his senses heightened. When he arrived, he barely remembered to put the car in park before jumping out and rushing toward Sydney.
"Sydney!" he gasped, out of breath. "Sydney! Will knows...Will knows about SD-6!"
She stared back at him in utter shock. "Are you sure?"
"I overheard him in Starbucks. He was talking with a girl named Jenny. He's doing a story about it, I guess for his paper," Vaughn panted. "He wants to stop - because he's afraid of being killed!"
Sydney's jaw dropped. "How in the world could he possibly know?" she asked, racking her brain for a slight slip she may have committed.
"I don't know," Vaughn replied somberly, "but I'm not so sure he's going to stop writing it. Apparently somebody's daughter came to him to press him to write it."
"Who's daughter, Vaughn? Did you hear a name?" Sydney asked frantically. She didn't panic much, but this was putting her on high alert.
"McNeil," he replied.
Sydney thought for a moment, then uttered, "I know that name! He's in jail. Oh no..." she trailed off.
"What?" Vaughn asked. "What?"
"I have a bad feeling that Will is going to go through with this. He's in way over his head. I'm calling in sick for my trip tomorrow and going over to Will's place to see what he knows. I'm not going anywhere until I make sure he's safe from SD-6," she planned resolutely as she walked briskly to her car, leaving Vaughn behind, speechless.
TO BE CONTINUED...