Bad Day
by: Me, Krista
Summary: One Parter, Sydney and Michael are both having a tough day at work, maybe it can turn around. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the lyrics are Daniel Powter
a/n: Thoughts are in italics
Where is the moment we need at the most?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
Sydney Bristow sighed as she looked at the ever growing pile of papers on her desk. This is just not my day. She looked around her office and couldn't come to terms with why she was working there. She took in the dull surroundings of all the cubicles, including her own. The annoying station on the radio that had been set for three years now and the same old people she saw everyday that were as boring as the job itself.
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on
"Sydney, I need you to stay late tonight and finish that report, its due tomorrow." Sydney was broken out of her revere by her unbearable boss. Before she could even reply he was gone. She couldn't understand how her day, or life for that matter, became so wearisome and tedious. It was something she couldn't wrap her head around. This is as good as it's gonna get she thought turning back to her work.
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Michael Vaughn had just finished being reprimanded by his boss for something he could careless about, nevertheless, in front of all his coworkers. Great, just the way to start the day. Michael was sitting in his usual meeting feeling completely lost. Looking out the window he saw all the other office buildings that were most likely filled with people who were just like him; bored, tired and looking for something new.
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
"Michael, what do you think?" asked one his most hated coworkers, who obviously knew that Michael hadn't been paying attention.
"Oh I, um, love it." He took a shot in the dark, what's the worse that could happen.
"Very well Michael, since you seem to care so much, you can stay tonight and get the project ready for the presentation tomorrow. This meeting's over."
That could happen.
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
Sydney was all alone in her office. Everyone had left, leaving her with the report. She checked her watch, it was half past ten already. I need to go home. Sydney looked up across at the neighboring building, there was one light left on. A man could be seen looking as frustrated as Sydney felt. Poor guy, maybe I'm not the only one.
Michael looked up from his desk and noticed a woman looking back. She looked bored and annoyed. She looked away suddenly before Michael could look at her more. Oh well, not like she was looking at me, that's it I'm going home. Michael packed his things and looked across one last time, the light was out and she was gone.
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
Sydney walked outside, breathing in the scent of the cool night air. Once she was walking down the sidewalk it began to rain. Perfect. She had forgotten her umbrella and was becoming drenched. Just as she was about to breakdown, she suddenly felt the raindrops stop. Sydney looked around and noticed a man holding an umbrella over her head. She realized that the mystery man was the one she had been staring at across the street.
So where is the passion when you need it the most?
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
"I kind of figured you would need this" smiled the stranger. Michael had also just realized she was that woman he had been looking at. Now that he was closer, he saw that she was absolutely stunning.
"Thanks, Sydney Bristow" she said extending her hand to Michael.
"Michael Vaughn" he replied taking her hand. They smiled at each other, both thinking how in one moment the day can have a complete turnaround.
"Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?" offered Michael.
"I'd love too"
Maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all.
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day