Title: Road Trippin'
Author: Annie
Rating: PG- not even. Just being safe.
Timeline: Kind of AU. Pretend Phase One happened and everything else happened, but Francie's still.. well herself.
Summary: Not a song fic. Sort of a semi-sequel to Notification Posted
Disclaimer: I seriously own nothing. Like seriously. You wouldn't believe.
Distribution: I'd be more than honored to have this anywhere. Just drop me a note.
Genre:
Author's Note: I guess if you've read "Notification Posted", you can think of this as a sequel cos yeah Will and Francie are living together as are Syd and Vaughn who are engaged. I didn't write it like that, but I do mention some of the stuff. But just pretend the hunt for Sloane, Sark and Irina doesn't exist in this story, I just wanted some happy moments, with "Real Francie". Cos I really miss her and I think she'd get a kick out of Vaughn. And cos it was criminal for JJ to kill her off just when she and Will had it going perfect. after that finale... wow, did i need uplifiting. In fact, sometimes i dread reading post-"telling" stories cos I know how angst-y they're gonna be. Vaughn married... unless his wife bears an eerily exact resemblance to... well, me, then JJ better fix it. and oh this is IMPORTANT: Francie knows the half-truth about their jobs. Like she knows they work for CIA as more than just financial consultants, but she gets no details about missions from any of them.
He made a funny noise as he dozed. He never snored before, or I'd been too tired to ever notice it. I'd made him prop his foot up on the door, while he leaned into me. I knew that even though I'd made him bring his crutches, once we got to the hotel he'd never stay off his foot.
"Sydney, can't you shut him up somehow? He's disturbing the music," Will complained. He was just angry because Vaughn- thanks to painkillers galore- had dozed off in the middle of a heated debate between Francie and I and Will and him on why hockey should not have its own channel. Needless to say who was on who's side of course. The music he was referring was his own mix. Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Incubus, and one Elvis song which Will said was too perfect. As soon as we'd pulled out of the driveway, at 6:30 in the morning, Will had blasted "Viva Las Vegas". Vaughn, after a sleepless night thanks to too much bedrest, had tried to climb out the window. Francie had claimed she would never kiss him again if he didn't turn off the music. I had just enjoyed the scene.
Vaughn had broken his leg on a mission a month ago. He had worked from the hospital, where he had been held under direct orders from Dad to remain in the hospital, but he wasn't able to do much. He had complained so much about missing work, that finally after two painful weeks of seperation and complaining, Vaughn had been allowed to come home and go to work, given that he used crutches all the time until he was healed. Vaughn complained, saying that he didn't want to stay on crutches for three more weeks, but Dad put his foot down. He'd actually been quite worried about Vaughn when he'd gotten injured, and I had the pleasure of seeing him worry. As horrible as that sounds, it was nice in retrospect because I realized that his worry wasn't just about a mission or a fallen agent. It was about losing the man his daughter loved, it was about losing his future son-in-law. It was about losing a man he'd come to respect, and perhaps even love, and most certainly accepted as a part of his small but close family. At any rate, out of concern or just the natural ability to command authority, Dad was unrelenting to Vaughn saying that he'd have to wear crutches or he wouldn't be able to come to work or go home to his fiance. Vaughn agreed less grudgingly than I thought he would, and after two weeks in the hospital, he finally came home.
And perhaps that had been the worst thing for him, because less than twelve hours later, he'd wound up back in the hospital. Why? Because he'd sprained his wrist-- not seriously, thank god-- when he fell off the bed. How had he fallen off the bed? Let's just say I hadn't had my fiance alone in the house in two weeks and I missed him. Very much.
He'd managed to hide the wrist from Dad for two weeks, until he spotted it two days ago. Immediately, he sent Vaughn packing. Off on a two week vacation, that is. And he told me I should take off too. So we gathered Francie and Will and planned for a road trip to Vegas. Which leads me back to my gorgeous, but funnily snoring boyfriend, pumped full of painkillers for both a broken leg and sprained wrist. Who had just woken up.
"Ah, you're up Mr. Glass," Francie said, giggling. Vaughn made a face.
"You know there's only so much weight one wrist can support!" Vaughn said, looking at me. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Did I mention that when Vaughn had fallen he'd tried to catch himself on his wrist, and would have been fine, except that I... well I uh fell on top of him? "How far are we from our hotel?" He rubbed his eyes like a child, grinned up at me and kissed my cheek before resting back into his position.
"Far enough that I can play my CD four more times over, as punishment," Will said, wryly. Vaughn made a face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep man. You try keeping awake with these many painkillers," Vaughn replied.
"You were up making noise all last night!" Will complained. Francie and Will's place had roaches, so while it was being fumigated, they were staying at Vaughn's and my place.
"I'm not going to argue with you again about this. I said I was sorry," Vaughn shot back.
"God you two argue like women," Francie said, dryly. I laughed. Vaughn and Will were actually shared a tight friendship nowadays, but when they argue... Francie hit it on the head, they brought the house down. Luckily, they don't argue that often. More than Will and Vaughn's friendship-- I'd seen those beginnings when Vaughn had hired him off the books-- was Francie and Vaughn's friendship. From the minute I introduced them, two days after SD-6 takedown and our first kiss, the two had gotten along as thick as thieves. I swear to God, sometimes I think that both Will and I were more awkward in the start of our relationships with Vaughn than Francie was.
"At least someone picks up that role," Vaughn muttered.
"Hey are you saying that we're not feminine?" Francie asked. "Syd, I'd get ready to break another bone." I smiled.
"Well, no. Sydney more able to fight than either Will and I--"
"Training," I reminded him.
"But still," he said, shrugging.
"What about me?" Francie asked. Vaughn sexily raised an eyebrow. I mean he did it automatically, it's just sexy to me.
"Er... you're kind of... " Vaughn struggled. He and Francie always joked around, but I could tell he was deathly afraid of insulting her. I would be too.
"Spit it out, Mike," she said, but she had a teasing grin, that obviously reassured Vaughn as his brow unfurrowed and he smiled.
"Dominating?" he tried.
"What?" Will asked, turning around to stare at him.
"What?" Vaughn asked, defensively. Why was that so strange? Francie was dominating, a kind of take-charge type person...
"Oh my god, Will! I think he meant Francie can be on the overbearing side!" I said. Vaughn made a face, realizing what Will thought he meant and Francie frowned.
"I am not overbearing!" she exclaimed. Vaughn let out snort. I laughed.
"Yeah Fran, you are," I said.
"No, I'm realy not! I'm... zealous!" Vaughn let out another snort.
"Yeah to the point that you become overbearing," Vaughn said.
"You guys, I'm not like that," she protested. I gave her a look.
"Fran, the first time you met Vaughn, you wouldn't let him spend the night," I reminded her. It's true. She had met him and we had a relaxed dinner at home. She'd gone into her room to leave us alone for awhile, but at around midnight she came back out into the living room and hadn't left until Vaughn had.
"Well, because I thought it was like your second date with him! And you don't sleep with someone on the second date!" she argued. "You hadn't told me that you'd known him for so long!"
"But still, wasn't that kind of my decision?" I asked. Francie made a face, and as she turned I realized she was resorting to her last defense.
"Will, am I overbearing?" she asked, poutily.
"Err," Will spluttered. "Don't you know it's bad to distract a driver by asking questions?"
"Especially ones with answers of potentially deadly natures," Vaughn said.
"Yeah!" Will asserted, before realizing his mistake. "Er..." Yeah. Will could play that damn CD twelve more times, and this would sitll be the best car ride. Ever.
Vegas, here we come.
TBC
Author: Annie
Rating: PG- not even. Just being safe.
Timeline: Kind of AU. Pretend Phase One happened and everything else happened, but Francie's still.. well herself.
Summary: Not a song fic. Sort of a semi-sequel to Notification Posted
Disclaimer: I seriously own nothing. Like seriously. You wouldn't believe.
Distribution: I'd be more than honored to have this anywhere. Just drop me a note.
Genre:
Author's Note: I guess if you've read "Notification Posted", you can think of this as a sequel cos yeah Will and Francie are living together as are Syd and Vaughn who are engaged. I didn't write it like that, but I do mention some of the stuff. But just pretend the hunt for Sloane, Sark and Irina doesn't exist in this story, I just wanted some happy moments, with "Real Francie". Cos I really miss her and I think she'd get a kick out of Vaughn. And cos it was criminal for JJ to kill her off just when she and Will had it going perfect. after that finale... wow, did i need uplifiting. In fact, sometimes i dread reading post-"telling" stories cos I know how angst-y they're gonna be. Vaughn married... unless his wife bears an eerily exact resemblance to... well, me, then JJ better fix it. and oh this is IMPORTANT: Francie knows the half-truth about their jobs. Like she knows they work for CIA as more than just financial consultants, but she gets no details about missions from any of them.
He made a funny noise as he dozed. He never snored before, or I'd been too tired to ever notice it. I'd made him prop his foot up on the door, while he leaned into me. I knew that even though I'd made him bring his crutches, once we got to the hotel he'd never stay off his foot.
"Sydney, can't you shut him up somehow? He's disturbing the music," Will complained. He was just angry because Vaughn- thanks to painkillers galore- had dozed off in the middle of a heated debate between Francie and I and Will and him on why hockey should not have its own channel. Needless to say who was on who's side of course. The music he was referring was his own mix. Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Incubus, and one Elvis song which Will said was too perfect. As soon as we'd pulled out of the driveway, at 6:30 in the morning, Will had blasted "Viva Las Vegas". Vaughn, after a sleepless night thanks to too much bedrest, had tried to climb out the window. Francie had claimed she would never kiss him again if he didn't turn off the music. I had just enjoyed the scene.
Vaughn had broken his leg on a mission a month ago. He had worked from the hospital, where he had been held under direct orders from Dad to remain in the hospital, but he wasn't able to do much. He had complained so much about missing work, that finally after two painful weeks of seperation and complaining, Vaughn had been allowed to come home and go to work, given that he used crutches all the time until he was healed. Vaughn complained, saying that he didn't want to stay on crutches for three more weeks, but Dad put his foot down. He'd actually been quite worried about Vaughn when he'd gotten injured, and I had the pleasure of seeing him worry. As horrible as that sounds, it was nice in retrospect because I realized that his worry wasn't just about a mission or a fallen agent. It was about losing the man his daughter loved, it was about losing his future son-in-law. It was about losing a man he'd come to respect, and perhaps even love, and most certainly accepted as a part of his small but close family. At any rate, out of concern or just the natural ability to command authority, Dad was unrelenting to Vaughn saying that he'd have to wear crutches or he wouldn't be able to come to work or go home to his fiance. Vaughn agreed less grudgingly than I thought he would, and after two weeks in the hospital, he finally came home.
And perhaps that had been the worst thing for him, because less than twelve hours later, he'd wound up back in the hospital. Why? Because he'd sprained his wrist-- not seriously, thank god-- when he fell off the bed. How had he fallen off the bed? Let's just say I hadn't had my fiance alone in the house in two weeks and I missed him. Very much.
He'd managed to hide the wrist from Dad for two weeks, until he spotted it two days ago. Immediately, he sent Vaughn packing. Off on a two week vacation, that is. And he told me I should take off too. So we gathered Francie and Will and planned for a road trip to Vegas. Which leads me back to my gorgeous, but funnily snoring boyfriend, pumped full of painkillers for both a broken leg and sprained wrist. Who had just woken up.
"Ah, you're up Mr. Glass," Francie said, giggling. Vaughn made a face.
"You know there's only so much weight one wrist can support!" Vaughn said, looking at me. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Did I mention that when Vaughn had fallen he'd tried to catch himself on his wrist, and would have been fine, except that I... well I uh fell on top of him? "How far are we from our hotel?" He rubbed his eyes like a child, grinned up at me and kissed my cheek before resting back into his position.
"Far enough that I can play my CD four more times over, as punishment," Will said, wryly. Vaughn made a face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep man. You try keeping awake with these many painkillers," Vaughn replied.
"You were up making noise all last night!" Will complained. Francie and Will's place had roaches, so while it was being fumigated, they were staying at Vaughn's and my place.
"I'm not going to argue with you again about this. I said I was sorry," Vaughn shot back.
"God you two argue like women," Francie said, dryly. I laughed. Vaughn and Will were actually shared a tight friendship nowadays, but when they argue... Francie hit it on the head, they brought the house down. Luckily, they don't argue that often. More than Will and Vaughn's friendship-- I'd seen those beginnings when Vaughn had hired him off the books-- was Francie and Vaughn's friendship. From the minute I introduced them, two days after SD-6 takedown and our first kiss, the two had gotten along as thick as thieves. I swear to God, sometimes I think that both Will and I were more awkward in the start of our relationships with Vaughn than Francie was.
"At least someone picks up that role," Vaughn muttered.
"Hey are you saying that we're not feminine?" Francie asked. "Syd, I'd get ready to break another bone." I smiled.
"Well, no. Sydney more able to fight than either Will and I--"
"Training," I reminded him.
"But still," he said, shrugging.
"What about me?" Francie asked. Vaughn sexily raised an eyebrow. I mean he did it automatically, it's just sexy to me.
"Er... you're kind of... " Vaughn struggled. He and Francie always joked around, but I could tell he was deathly afraid of insulting her. I would be too.
"Spit it out, Mike," she said, but she had a teasing grin, that obviously reassured Vaughn as his brow unfurrowed and he smiled.
"Dominating?" he tried.
"What?" Will asked, turning around to stare at him.
"What?" Vaughn asked, defensively. Why was that so strange? Francie was dominating, a kind of take-charge type person...
"Oh my god, Will! I think he meant Francie can be on the overbearing side!" I said. Vaughn made a face, realizing what Will thought he meant and Francie frowned.
"I am not overbearing!" she exclaimed. Vaughn let out snort. I laughed.
"Yeah Fran, you are," I said.
"No, I'm realy not! I'm... zealous!" Vaughn let out another snort.
"Yeah to the point that you become overbearing," Vaughn said.
"You guys, I'm not like that," she protested. I gave her a look.
"Fran, the first time you met Vaughn, you wouldn't let him spend the night," I reminded her. It's true. She had met him and we had a relaxed dinner at home. She'd gone into her room to leave us alone for awhile, but at around midnight she came back out into the living room and hadn't left until Vaughn had.
"Well, because I thought it was like your second date with him! And you don't sleep with someone on the second date!" she argued. "You hadn't told me that you'd known him for so long!"
"But still, wasn't that kind of my decision?" I asked. Francie made a face, and as she turned I realized she was resorting to her last defense.
"Will, am I overbearing?" she asked, poutily.
"Err," Will spluttered. "Don't you know it's bad to distract a driver by asking questions?"
"Especially ones with answers of potentially deadly natures," Vaughn said.
"Yeah!" Will asserted, before realizing his mistake. "Er..." Yeah. Will could play that damn CD twelve more times, and this would sitll be the best car ride. Ever.
Vegas, here we come.
TBC