"Coming! Coming! Coming!" Sydney cried from her bedroom. She wore her blue
striped pants with a blue, tight fitting muscle tank top. Her brown hair
was tasseled from her restless sleep. Her body ached from remains of a
difficult mission but she shook if off as she made her way from her
bedroom, awoken by the constant ringing of her doorbell. As she continued
down, she realized her barely clothed state. Still away of the constant
ringing, she grabbed her white, fluffy house robe. It felt warm against her
bare arms. It was so cold that morning and plus, she didn't want whoever
was at the door to see her in her pajamas. She tied it lazily around her
waist and finally made her way towards the door. "Hello?" She opened it and
gasped. "Vaughn!" She pulled the robe tightly against her body and held it
shut with her hands at the base of her neck.
"Hiya Syd." He stood, dressed in his black suit pants and a t-shirt. He was facing the wall and his eyes were cast down. Bluntly, he looked like hell. He looked as though he hadn't slept or shaven in days. His face looked scruffy and irresistibly sexy.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed, ushering him into the house, grabbing him by the arm. His skin felt soft and smooth beneath her hands. Normally, she would think twice about touching him but this seemed so urgent. Vaughn would never come and see her. "If anyone saw you-"
"I wasn't followed and you're not under surveillance." He retorted quickly...too quickly. He walked into the house and Sydney shut it tightly behind him and turned to face him and kept walking. "Francie and Will here?" She walked towards the kitchen, motioning for him to follow her.
"No, no." was the response. She didn't know what to say. It was strange having Vaughn in her house. She whipped around quickly and watched his serious green eyes survey the room. "You're never been here."
Vaughn looked at her, realizing that he had been caught, "Yeah but it's nice."
"Thanks." There was a slow pause again. She needed to get down to business. "What are you doing here?" Her feet started to bring her towards the kitchen again, not bothering to wait in front of him for the answer.
"I needed to see you."
She didn't hear him or at least she pretended not hear him. She made way towards her kitchen, trying to sort through the rubbish floating around in her mind. "Do you want some coffee? Tea? What do you drink?"
"Sydney, did you hear me? I needed to see you." His voice sounded more urgent.
She twisted around and stopped walking. Her body drifted into a cold sweat and his heart began to pound. In short, she went into shock. "What?" She hushed her voice. Horrible images went through her mind. Sloane finding out about her being CIA...her mother and her father's relationship, Sark and the CIA, antidote...they're were too many things that could of gone wrong at that moment. "Did something happen? Is everyone alright? What's going on?"
He moved towards her and tried to silent her. "Everybody's okay. There's nothing going on. Relax. I just needed to see you." He repeated, slowing down and emphasizing each word. He moved closer and took her in his arms with no resistance.
"What is it?" Her voice sounded so frantic against his calm voice. "What? Vaughn?" The brown eyes searched for the answers in the green eyes that starred down at her. She couldn't help but notice how close they truthfully were. His arms fit around her well waist and rested comfortably around her hips.
"This." He spoke so softly. Her guardian angel pulled her even closer and pressed his lips to hers and began to-
Her eyes jumped open at the sound of a siren in the still of the night. Sydney jumped up, gasping for breath. She had pulled the covers tightly to her chest. Not sure what she would see, she glanced slowly to the other side of her full bed. There was no one there. It had all been a dream. Vaughn had never come to her place and he had never kissed her. She sighed and relaxed a little bit. "Just relax. It was nothing. It was because you were watching that stupid movie until midnight." She whispered aloud, trying to reason out her dream. "Just relax." Wondering what time it was, she looked towards her alarm clock....it was four forty-five. "Just great. I have to be at work tomorrow by 8 and it's 4:45. Just wonderful." She set her head back down on the pillow and sighed heavily. She laid on her back with her hands still clutching the covers to her chest. Her body craved more sleep but as she began to drift off again, she heard more sirens whiz past her little house.
"There goes that idea." She spoke aloud again. Frustrated,
she turned over onto her side, facing the rest of the empty bed. Her fingers drummed on the pillow, laying flat beneath her body. She had tossed and turned for most of the night. What time had she really fallen asleep? It wasn't that important. Her thoughts sifted through what she could remember of her dreams. Vaughn's presence was the most predominate. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She saw every inch of his strong figure before her. He was wearing a wonderfully tailored suit with his hair tasseled. It had been gelled that morning but now, his wonderfully un- calloused hands had redeemed it from its tight state. His green eyes were focused and full of passion for life, for his job, and maybe, just maybe, for her.
*No, I can't think about him anymore! Sydney thought to herself, I need to be over him. I need to be over him!*
Why was it the one person she found solace in was the one man she couldn't have? She had lied to everyone and now, she felt as though she couldn't keep the lies straight. Another sigh escaped her lips again and her thoughts settled back on Vaughn.
Where was Vaughn? Was he happy? Was he healthy? Her eyes got wider as she realized the answer to her questions. Vaughn was still quarantined in the hospital with the deadly virus. Full of frustration, she threw her arms down on the blanket. "I wish I was still sleeping." She shouted at the darkness and sighed disgustingly. She groaned and started to toss and turn. All that accomplished was getting the blankets tangled up around her.
The darkness was getting on her nerves. She sat up. It was futile for her to even attempt more sleep. She ran her fingers through her sleep worn hair, getting caught in the numerous knots that had formed. The worst thing in her life was not SD-6. It was the fact that she was falling for the one person that she wasn't suppose to have feelings for. It would honestly be easier if she had feelings for Dixon or even Marshall. She rolled her eyes. Yeah, her and Marshall would hit the latest clubs and dance till all hours. Yee-haw. She knew that she couldn't control who she fell in love with but she could control her emotions. Things were tucked away into another compartment in her brain. She shook her head and tried to shake the image of Vaughn's smile from her brain.
She went to flop down once more to try to fall asleep but she knew it wasn't worth it. She was wide awake and might as well make herself useful. If she saw him, these thoughts would go away.
She threw the covers off of her chest and set her feet on the ground. The cold traveled up her feet and through her body, causing her to shake a little. She stood up and the cold air hit her like a brick wall. She shuddered once more and started to walk towards her closet. She wore her pajamas, so theoretically, all she had to was change her pants. The tank top was good enough if she had her long black rain jacket on. As she rose, she realized that it was drizzling lightly. The cold wood floor was uncomfortable under her feet but she needed to get to Vaughn, check up on his condition, and come home. An agent concerned about her handler. It was logical.
She made her way to her closet and pulled out a pair of running pants and her running shoes. If she was going to show up, there might as well look as if she was just in the neighborhood, right? She changed quickly and barely bothered to check her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was put up simply into a ponytail and no make-up was put on her face. She made her way towards the kitchen, where she left a note for Francie and Will,
Hi! Left to go and workout..be back around 1-ish. Let's meet for lunch! I'll have my cell with me! Call if you want me to bring anything home! Syd
She smiled with satisfaction. It was perky and to the point. If it had just been Will, she would have added something about Vaughn but she didn't want to go any further than she already had with Francie. That would just complicate things even further...and things sure as hell didn't need to be more complicated than they already were. She took one last glance around the house and grabbed her purse and long, black rain jacket. With no effort, she unlocked and opened the door and braved the rain to make it to her car. She got in and it started easily. At least some things would go right this morning. Before she realized it, she was on her way to see the man in her dreams.
"Hiya Syd." He stood, dressed in his black suit pants and a t-shirt. He was facing the wall and his eyes were cast down. Bluntly, he looked like hell. He looked as though he hadn't slept or shaven in days. His face looked scruffy and irresistibly sexy.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed, ushering him into the house, grabbing him by the arm. His skin felt soft and smooth beneath her hands. Normally, she would think twice about touching him but this seemed so urgent. Vaughn would never come and see her. "If anyone saw you-"
"I wasn't followed and you're not under surveillance." He retorted quickly...too quickly. He walked into the house and Sydney shut it tightly behind him and turned to face him and kept walking. "Francie and Will here?" She walked towards the kitchen, motioning for him to follow her.
"No, no." was the response. She didn't know what to say. It was strange having Vaughn in her house. She whipped around quickly and watched his serious green eyes survey the room. "You're never been here."
Vaughn looked at her, realizing that he had been caught, "Yeah but it's nice."
"Thanks." There was a slow pause again. She needed to get down to business. "What are you doing here?" Her feet started to bring her towards the kitchen again, not bothering to wait in front of him for the answer.
"I needed to see you."
She didn't hear him or at least she pretended not hear him. She made way towards her kitchen, trying to sort through the rubbish floating around in her mind. "Do you want some coffee? Tea? What do you drink?"
"Sydney, did you hear me? I needed to see you." His voice sounded more urgent.
She twisted around and stopped walking. Her body drifted into a cold sweat and his heart began to pound. In short, she went into shock. "What?" She hushed her voice. Horrible images went through her mind. Sloane finding out about her being CIA...her mother and her father's relationship, Sark and the CIA, antidote...they're were too many things that could of gone wrong at that moment. "Did something happen? Is everyone alright? What's going on?"
He moved towards her and tried to silent her. "Everybody's okay. There's nothing going on. Relax. I just needed to see you." He repeated, slowing down and emphasizing each word. He moved closer and took her in his arms with no resistance.
"What is it?" Her voice sounded so frantic against his calm voice. "What? Vaughn?" The brown eyes searched for the answers in the green eyes that starred down at her. She couldn't help but notice how close they truthfully were. His arms fit around her well waist and rested comfortably around her hips.
"This." He spoke so softly. Her guardian angel pulled her even closer and pressed his lips to hers and began to-
Her eyes jumped open at the sound of a siren in the still of the night. Sydney jumped up, gasping for breath. She had pulled the covers tightly to her chest. Not sure what she would see, she glanced slowly to the other side of her full bed. There was no one there. It had all been a dream. Vaughn had never come to her place and he had never kissed her. She sighed and relaxed a little bit. "Just relax. It was nothing. It was because you were watching that stupid movie until midnight." She whispered aloud, trying to reason out her dream. "Just relax." Wondering what time it was, she looked towards her alarm clock....it was four forty-five. "Just great. I have to be at work tomorrow by 8 and it's 4:45. Just wonderful." She set her head back down on the pillow and sighed heavily. She laid on her back with her hands still clutching the covers to her chest. Her body craved more sleep but as she began to drift off again, she heard more sirens whiz past her little house.
"There goes that idea." She spoke aloud again. Frustrated,
she turned over onto her side, facing the rest of the empty bed. Her fingers drummed on the pillow, laying flat beneath her body. She had tossed and turned for most of the night. What time had she really fallen asleep? It wasn't that important. Her thoughts sifted through what she could remember of her dreams. Vaughn's presence was the most predominate. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She saw every inch of his strong figure before her. He was wearing a wonderfully tailored suit with his hair tasseled. It had been gelled that morning but now, his wonderfully un- calloused hands had redeemed it from its tight state. His green eyes were focused and full of passion for life, for his job, and maybe, just maybe, for her.
*No, I can't think about him anymore! Sydney thought to herself, I need to be over him. I need to be over him!*
Why was it the one person she found solace in was the one man she couldn't have? She had lied to everyone and now, she felt as though she couldn't keep the lies straight. Another sigh escaped her lips again and her thoughts settled back on Vaughn.
Where was Vaughn? Was he happy? Was he healthy? Her eyes got wider as she realized the answer to her questions. Vaughn was still quarantined in the hospital with the deadly virus. Full of frustration, she threw her arms down on the blanket. "I wish I was still sleeping." She shouted at the darkness and sighed disgustingly. She groaned and started to toss and turn. All that accomplished was getting the blankets tangled up around her.
The darkness was getting on her nerves. She sat up. It was futile for her to even attempt more sleep. She ran her fingers through her sleep worn hair, getting caught in the numerous knots that had formed. The worst thing in her life was not SD-6. It was the fact that she was falling for the one person that she wasn't suppose to have feelings for. It would honestly be easier if she had feelings for Dixon or even Marshall. She rolled her eyes. Yeah, her and Marshall would hit the latest clubs and dance till all hours. Yee-haw. She knew that she couldn't control who she fell in love with but she could control her emotions. Things were tucked away into another compartment in her brain. She shook her head and tried to shake the image of Vaughn's smile from her brain.
She went to flop down once more to try to fall asleep but she knew it wasn't worth it. She was wide awake and might as well make herself useful. If she saw him, these thoughts would go away.
She threw the covers off of her chest and set her feet on the ground. The cold traveled up her feet and through her body, causing her to shake a little. She stood up and the cold air hit her like a brick wall. She shuddered once more and started to walk towards her closet. She wore her pajamas, so theoretically, all she had to was change her pants. The tank top was good enough if she had her long black rain jacket on. As she rose, she realized that it was drizzling lightly. The cold wood floor was uncomfortable under her feet but she needed to get to Vaughn, check up on his condition, and come home. An agent concerned about her handler. It was logical.
She made her way to her closet and pulled out a pair of running pants and her running shoes. If she was going to show up, there might as well look as if she was just in the neighborhood, right? She changed quickly and barely bothered to check her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was put up simply into a ponytail and no make-up was put on her face. She made her way towards the kitchen, where she left a note for Francie and Will,
Hi! Left to go and workout..be back around 1-ish. Let's meet for lunch! I'll have my cell with me! Call if you want me to bring anything home! Syd
She smiled with satisfaction. It was perky and to the point. If it had just been Will, she would have added something about Vaughn but she didn't want to go any further than she already had with Francie. That would just complicate things even further...and things sure as hell didn't need to be more complicated than they already were. She took one last glance around the house and grabbed her purse and long, black rain jacket. With no effort, she unlocked and opened the door and braved the rain to make it to her car. She got in and it started easily. At least some things would go right this morning. Before she realized it, she was on her way to see the man in her dreams.
