Title: The Next Morning Author: Nicki D Tinydancer786@hanson.net

Disclaimer: I own nothing; it belongs to a great man called JJ Abrams and ABC. Etc. etc.

Summary: Vaughn and Sydney celebrate with a beer, or a couple. The title basically tells it all. Author's Note: I'm still working on Spy 2 Spy, i don't want to leave you guys hanging for too long! Just a note, I am starting school in the next week and a half so i'm very busy getting things done. Forgive me if Chapters get really spaced out. For now enjoy this :0)



The light.

The blinding light.

Sydney slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the insanely bright light. She turned her head to face her alarm clock, but didn't find it in its usual spot. Instead she saw a porch with the doors wide open. Sydney didn't have a porch. Sydney looked down and realized she was naked. What the hell? She looked around and it looked so unfamiliar. The walls were painted a light blue with various Hockey Posters. She laid back down to analyze what happened last night.

She had just gotten back from Paris from a very successful mission. She went to the warehouse to tell Vaughn about it and he told her about the new CIA pub they had built. This is where CIA agents can go to the pub and talk freely about their mission without any worry of ordinary civilians of overhearing anything. Sydney had agreed, as the night progressed 1 beer turned into 3. A Margarita, couple shots, and ... Oh no. Sydney stopped, she looked next to her and saw a lump covered completely with the bed cover. No, it couldn't be true, Vaughn could control his actions. Or could he? She hesitated a minute but reached over and grabbed the covers, slowly revealing the stranger who lay beside her.

"Oh my God! Vaughn!" she yelled, Vaughn shot up. He blinked a few times then looked over at Sydney, jumping to the other side of the bed. They both looked at each other. Sydney covering her naked body with the blanket.

"Why are you in my bed," Vaughn breathed, taking in the scene, "Naked?"

"You don't think we ... we ..." Sydney trailed off, "Oh my God we slept with each other"

"But ... how," Vaughn asked looking in a different direction. Then it hit him, he brought his hand to his forehead, "The drinks. Oh my God, how could I let this happen." Vaughn saw his boxers and quickly grabbed them and pulled them on. He stepped out of the bed and picked up something off the ground and held it up to Sydney, "Missing something?" he held a red Victoria Secret bra. Sydney quickly grabbed it out of his hands.

"Go! I need to get dress," she said getting up wrapping the blanket around her body. She walked towards him, pushing him out of the room.

"What's wrong? I've already seen you naked" he said with a laugh as she closed the door in her face. She looked around and spotted her underwear on the balcony floor. She grabbed them and quickly got dressed, finding her clothes scattered around the room along with Vaughn's close. As soon as she was done she stepped out of the room. She saw Vaughn in the kitchen starting breakfast.

"Uh, I'm going to go, Francie's probably worried sick about me," she said, and quickly walked over to the door.

"Syd," he said, she stopped and turned towards him as he walked towards her, "I don't want this to affect our work together."

"I don't either," she told him, "let's just pretend this never happened okay?" she said and he nodded in return, "good. I'll see you later" she said and walked out of the door. After Vaughn closed the door he went back to his room and sat on his bed, the memories of the night before slowly dripping back into his mind. How could he forget?