Title: Flu Time Fluff
Author: Queenie47
Beta: The marvelous Screech of course!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The Alias characters belong to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot and ABC! And I don't know who started the flu, but remind me to kill them please.
Rating: PG
Pairings: S/V!
Summary: Sydney is stuck at home with the flu [set sometime mid-season two - after Phase One]
Dedication: To the ZAP who has always backed me up.
Author's Note: I have the flu, so why not have our favorite spies get sick too? I'd like to thank the flu for making me delusional enough to come up with this, and I'd like to thank Screech for beta'ing for me. Please review [constructive criticism is always welcome!]
Chapter 1
Sydney lay in her bed, her feet propped up and the television blaring, yet you could still hear her grumbling over the sound.
She had never felt so weak and defenseless before in her life as she did now, and the only time she could remember being this sick was when she was five years old and had the chicken pox.
The doorbell rang and she grumbled even more as she slowly pushed herself up from the depths of her blankets and made her slow trek from her room.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she exclaimed as the person at the door continued ringing the doorbell over and over again.
She flung the door open and glared menacingly at the delivery boy who stood on the doorstep.
"Yes?" she questioned, annoyed.
"Delivery for a Miss Sydney Bristow," he exclaimed, looking at her, "Are you Miss Bristow?"
She nodded as he thrust a clipboard at her, "Sign here please."
With her signature down, he placed a rectangular box in her arms and left the step, to go back to his truck.
The box in tow, she drug herself back to bed, making sure she was comfortable before she settled the box into her lap and took the top off.
Her breath came out in a gasp as she looked at the dozen red roses that lay nestled in the box and her hand itched to grab the card and read it immediately, but she found herself able to wait as she just stared at the beautiful red roses.
Finally snapping out of her trance, she picked up the card and slipped it out of the envelope:
Syd,
I know you feel helpless laying at home and not being able to do anything, but don't worry. I'll make sure nothing big happens while you're gone, and know that I miss you so much. I find myself getting lonely when I look over at your desk and find it empty. I love you and I'll be over to pamper you after I'm done here. See you then, and I hope you enjoy the roses, just think of me everytime you look at them.
-V.
Her heart swelled with more love than she ever thought possible for this man who had drastically changed her life from the moment he had entered it.
As she sat reflecting on how much she loved him and how she would show him her love, a shrill ring called out and she looked over at her cell phone.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey babe," and a smile immediately sprung onto her face, "Did you get the flowers? Because I told the delivery boy that he better have them there by noon or else…"
"I got them," she interrupted, "And I love them."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he smiled, "So how are you feeling?"
She groaned, "Terrible."
"Aww, I'm sorry baby," he sympathized, "I wish I could be there with you, to make sure you rest and everything."
Sydney laughed, "If you were here I highly doubt I'd be getting any rest."
He chuckled himself, "I think you're right, but I still wish I could have been there with you today. I feel so bad for leaving you alone all day."
"Don't worry about it, you can make up for it all later," she said suggestively.
"There's my Syd coming through," he told her, "So what have you been doing all day?"
"Sleeping, watching tv, staring at the tv, thinking about you," she replied naturally, "What about you?"
"It's actually been a really boring day around the office today," he paused, "But I have to go, your father's been glaring at me through our entire conversation."
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too," he told her easily.
"Bye," she chimed in.
"I'll be over after work," he sighed, missing her already, "Bye."
She sunk back into her pillow, and fell into a restful sleep, content with her life as it was, her roses still in her lap.
TBC…
****
Please review!
Author: Queenie47
Beta: The marvelous Screech of course!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The Alias characters belong to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot and ABC! And I don't know who started the flu, but remind me to kill them please.
Rating: PG
Pairings: S/V!
Summary: Sydney is stuck at home with the flu [set sometime mid-season two - after Phase One]
Dedication: To the ZAP who has always backed me up.
Author's Note: I have the flu, so why not have our favorite spies get sick too? I'd like to thank the flu for making me delusional enough to come up with this, and I'd like to thank Screech for beta'ing for me. Please review [constructive criticism is always welcome!]
Chapter 1
Sydney lay in her bed, her feet propped up and the television blaring, yet you could still hear her grumbling over the sound.
She had never felt so weak and defenseless before in her life as she did now, and the only time she could remember being this sick was when she was five years old and had the chicken pox.
The doorbell rang and she grumbled even more as she slowly pushed herself up from the depths of her blankets and made her slow trek from her room.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she exclaimed as the person at the door continued ringing the doorbell over and over again.
She flung the door open and glared menacingly at the delivery boy who stood on the doorstep.
"Yes?" she questioned, annoyed.
"Delivery for a Miss Sydney Bristow," he exclaimed, looking at her, "Are you Miss Bristow?"
She nodded as he thrust a clipboard at her, "Sign here please."
With her signature down, he placed a rectangular box in her arms and left the step, to go back to his truck.
The box in tow, she drug herself back to bed, making sure she was comfortable before she settled the box into her lap and took the top off.
Her breath came out in a gasp as she looked at the dozen red roses that lay nestled in the box and her hand itched to grab the card and read it immediately, but she found herself able to wait as she just stared at the beautiful red roses.
Finally snapping out of her trance, she picked up the card and slipped it out of the envelope:
Syd,
I know you feel helpless laying at home and not being able to do anything, but don't worry. I'll make sure nothing big happens while you're gone, and know that I miss you so much. I find myself getting lonely when I look over at your desk and find it empty. I love you and I'll be over to pamper you after I'm done here. See you then, and I hope you enjoy the roses, just think of me everytime you look at them.
-V.
Her heart swelled with more love than she ever thought possible for this man who had drastically changed her life from the moment he had entered it.
As she sat reflecting on how much she loved him and how she would show him her love, a shrill ring called out and she looked over at her cell phone.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey babe," and a smile immediately sprung onto her face, "Did you get the flowers? Because I told the delivery boy that he better have them there by noon or else…"
"I got them," she interrupted, "And I love them."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he smiled, "So how are you feeling?"
She groaned, "Terrible."
"Aww, I'm sorry baby," he sympathized, "I wish I could be there with you, to make sure you rest and everything."
Sydney laughed, "If you were here I highly doubt I'd be getting any rest."
He chuckled himself, "I think you're right, but I still wish I could have been there with you today. I feel so bad for leaving you alone all day."
"Don't worry about it, you can make up for it all later," she said suggestively.
"There's my Syd coming through," he told her, "So what have you been doing all day?"
"Sleeping, watching tv, staring at the tv, thinking about you," she replied naturally, "What about you?"
"It's actually been a really boring day around the office today," he paused, "But I have to go, your father's been glaring at me through our entire conversation."
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too," he told her easily.
"Bye," she chimed in.
"I'll be over after work," he sighed, missing her already, "Bye."
She sunk back into her pillow, and fell into a restful sleep, content with her life as it was, her roses still in her lap.
TBC…
****
Please review!