THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF OUR LIVES
Author's Note: Alright folks, after studying and perfecting, perfecting and studying and being devoted readers of most of you, here is my fan fiction debut.
Disclaimer: Thank god, I don't really own the characters... I wouldn't do them justice.
Summary: One day changes Sydney and Vaughn's lives forever.
Pairings: S/V
Rating: Ummm....PG-13 to be safe, language and stuff...
A/N: I know, I know, get on with it already, don't worry it's coming, but if you like this story I'm going to be posting the sequel. By the way I don't have a beta or anybody to impart great wisdom upon me ;) so if I have any takers e-mail me.
*Dreams, thoughts etc. are italicized.*
Sydney ran down the dark and misty hallway, running after someone but the dream never allowed her to catch up or see who it was. The feeling of not being fast enough was unbearably frustrating for Sydney who had always prided herself as being one of the fastest agents out there but she kept sprinting endlessly....... But with always the sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly who it was who was always just out of her grasp....
And that's how she woke up, to the bleeping of her alarm clock, the phony radio hosts and the feeling of not being good enough. Sydney hauled herself out of bed cursing her loose pajama pants that had wrapped around her leg as she thrashed in her sleep causing her to stumble. As she headed to her bathroom she shot a glare at her alarm reading 4:30, that would have made most of her adversaries stop and run, but in cheeky defiance the clock began bleeping again. Sydney walked over with her toothbrush in her mouth and slammed the OFF button instead of the SNOOZE button down and retuned to brushing her teeth. "How many times have I saved nearly everybody's ass there and they still make me go in there this friggin' early??!!! They ought to have a Sydney Bristow day she thought to herself. 'Hey Sydney!' Her conscious popped in, ' how many times has your partner saved everyone else's ass as well as yours? How about Michael Vaughn day?' 'Yeah, yeah, fine. I bet he's a lot happier than I am right now....
BLEE! P BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! "God damn it! Damn alarm clocks, damn the C.I.A and" Vaughn mumbled.......... and damn the fact that I'm lying next to Lauren Reed and not Sydney Bristow right now, Vaughn thought to himself and shook his head to lose the traitorous thought. As he stumbled out of bed he glanced at his alarm clock which read 4:30 am and seemed happily obliged to display the bright red numbers. He began muttering in French as he staggered to the bathroom. Damn, how do I always, ALWAYS manage to think of her? 'Because you are an idiot for losing hope and moving on... you never looked back and you never cared and now you're married to a person you don't even know if you love............................or trust.
Author's Note: Alright folks, after studying and perfecting, perfecting and studying and being devoted readers of most of you, here is my fan fiction debut.
Disclaimer: Thank god, I don't really own the characters... I wouldn't do them justice.
Summary: One day changes Sydney and Vaughn's lives forever.
Pairings: S/V
Rating: Ummm....PG-13 to be safe, language and stuff...
A/N: I know, I know, get on with it already, don't worry it's coming, but if you like this story I'm going to be posting the sequel. By the way I don't have a beta or anybody to impart great wisdom upon me ;) so if I have any takers e-mail me.
*Dreams, thoughts etc. are italicized.*
Sydney ran down the dark and misty hallway, running after someone but the dream never allowed her to catch up or see who it was. The feeling of not being fast enough was unbearably frustrating for Sydney who had always prided herself as being one of the fastest agents out there but she kept sprinting endlessly....... But with always the sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly who it was who was always just out of her grasp....
And that's how she woke up, to the bleeping of her alarm clock, the phony radio hosts and the feeling of not being good enough. Sydney hauled herself out of bed cursing her loose pajama pants that had wrapped around her leg as she thrashed in her sleep causing her to stumble. As she headed to her bathroom she shot a glare at her alarm reading 4:30, that would have made most of her adversaries stop and run, but in cheeky defiance the clock began bleeping again. Sydney walked over with her toothbrush in her mouth and slammed the OFF button instead of the SNOOZE button down and retuned to brushing her teeth. "How many times have I saved nearly everybody's ass there and they still make me go in there this friggin' early??!!! They ought to have a Sydney Bristow day she thought to herself. 'Hey Sydney!' Her conscious popped in, ' how many times has your partner saved everyone else's ass as well as yours? How about Michael Vaughn day?' 'Yeah, yeah, fine. I bet he's a lot happier than I am right now....
BLEE! P BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! "God damn it! Damn alarm clocks, damn the C.I.A and" Vaughn mumbled.......... and damn the fact that I'm lying next to Lauren Reed and not Sydney Bristow right now, Vaughn thought to himself and shook his head to lose the traitorous thought. As he stumbled out of bed he glanced at his alarm clock which read 4:30 am and seemed happily obliged to display the bright red numbers. He began muttering in French as he staggered to the bathroom. Damn, how do I always, ALWAYS manage to think of her? 'Because you are an idiot for losing hope and moving on... you never looked back and you never cared and now you're married to a person you don't even know if you love............................or trust.