Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. You want them? Call up ABC, Bad Robot, and J.J. Abrams. For the record, I would love to own Michael Vartan, but slavery is illegal in this country. Heh. This is my very first Alias fic, so please go easy. Please read and review.
Author: Janet
Forbidden - Chapter One
Vaughn and I had known one another for almost a year and I knew that my life would never be the same. The second I saw him with his charming smile and forgiving eyes, I knew he was special. Over the next year a friendship blossomed between the two of us, and I thought maybe something more. Of course, with him being my handler things were made practically impossible for anything more to develop. I knew that we'd had our close calls with death and love, and I was ready to challenge one to achieve the other. If I had to kill Sloane with my bare hands, Vaughn and I would be together happily. That is, if Vaughn wanted me back.
"Shit,"I muttered as I stepped in a puddle as I was nearing Vaughn at the warehouse. I'd not only gotten muddy water splashed on me, but I'd also twisted my left ankle.
"You okay?"Vaughn asked as he rushed over to me. He looked genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I think I just sprained my ankle. I'll me okay,"I said as I tried hard to shrug off the pain.
"You sure?"he asked again and I felt like his piercing green yes were willing me not to be hurt. I think he was "too worried" for a handler. I noticed my ankle, which I'd pulled ou of my sandals, was turning blue and swelling.
"I guess,"I said, but he could tell that I was lying.
"Syd, put this arm around my neck,"he said as he placed one arm around his neck. He then slid his hand around my waist to help me brace myself enough to walk.
"Where are we going?"I asked, knowing Francie would have all too many questions if some handsome 'stranger' carried me into our house.
"My place,"he said.
"If I had known that all it took was a sprained ankle to go home with you, I'd have done it a long time ago."
"I'm sure you would've,"he chuckled as he retorted.
Author: Janet
Forbidden - Chapter One
Vaughn and I had known one another for almost a year and I knew that my life would never be the same. The second I saw him with his charming smile and forgiving eyes, I knew he was special. Over the next year a friendship blossomed between the two of us, and I thought maybe something more. Of course, with him being my handler things were made practically impossible for anything more to develop. I knew that we'd had our close calls with death and love, and I was ready to challenge one to achieve the other. If I had to kill Sloane with my bare hands, Vaughn and I would be together happily. That is, if Vaughn wanted me back.
"Shit,"I muttered as I stepped in a puddle as I was nearing Vaughn at the warehouse. I'd not only gotten muddy water splashed on me, but I'd also twisted my left ankle.
"You okay?"Vaughn asked as he rushed over to me. He looked genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I think I just sprained my ankle. I'll me okay,"I said as I tried hard to shrug off the pain.
"You sure?"he asked again and I felt like his piercing green yes were willing me not to be hurt. I think he was "too worried" for a handler. I noticed my ankle, which I'd pulled ou of my sandals, was turning blue and swelling.
"I guess,"I said, but he could tell that I was lying.
"Syd, put this arm around my neck,"he said as he placed one arm around his neck. He then slid his hand around my waist to help me brace myself enough to walk.
"Where are we going?"I asked, knowing Francie would have all too many questions if some handsome 'stranger' carried me into our house.
"My place,"he said.
"If I had known that all it took was a sprained ankle to go home with you, I'd have done it a long time ago."
"I'm sure you would've,"he chuckled as he retorted.