Title: En Medias Res
Author: Jade (CmdrJade@aol.com)
Rating: G
Disclaimers: I don't own Alias. Please don't sue me. You know the drill.
Spoilers: None, really, but takes place after Free Agent. Kinda like a future fic.
Archive: Anywhere that wants it, just drop me a line so I can come visit.
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Author's Notes: En medias res is a literary term for a piece that starts out in the middle of the action or plot. Usually, the reader never knows what happens before or after, just what happens in the little frame of time they come in.
Summary: A semi-normal argument between an abnormal couple.
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The cool spring breeze whipped Sydney's hair into her eyes, but she ignored the annoyance and pulled her jacket closer. She walked towards the end of the park, admiring the flowers along the way.
As she neared her destination, the sounds of metal hitting rubber reached her ears. A glint of hope appeared out of her growing concern. Maybe someone *was* at the baseball field.
The trees cleared and the sun beat warmly down on her face. She relaxed the grip she had on the inside of her jacket and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
There was a woman sitting on the aluminum stands, pretending to read a book, but instead watching the lone batter swing at pitches thrown by a young pitcher.
Sydney walked up to the fence, careful not to put her fingers through the chain-link backstop.
He swung and missed, the ball clanging against the fence just below her neck. The next pitch he sent a live drive between third base and shortstop. The next, he popped up. Sydney began to feel restless.
"Vaughn," she finally said. His head snapped up as he tapped the bat on home plate.
"Syd," he replied, surprise evident in his voice. He turned back to the pitcher and held up a hand. The pitcher nodded and took a water break.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, walking up to look at her through the fence.
"I was about to ask you that," she replied evenly.
Vaughn twisted the bat around and looked down at the dirt. He sighed and took off his Mets cap, running his hand through his newly cut hair. The close crop, mixed with his sweat, left his hair sticking up in different directions. Syd would have laughed if she weren't so concerned.
"Did you even shower today?" she asked, looking closely at his unshaven face, now covered in baseball dust and grime.
His lip quirked upward. "No."
Another pause was exchanged between them. It was Sydney that broke the silence.
"I woke up and you weren't there, Vaughn," she said quietly. He avoided her eyes. "Why'd you leave?"
Vaughn sighed deeply and his head to look to the side distractedly. "I just needed to think. I got scared after...after that argument."
Sydney moved closer to the fence. "You can't just run away when things get tough, Vaughn. Not if you want this to work."
His gaze snapped back to her. "I do want this to work. This is what I fought for, Syd."
"What *we* fought for. We're in this together," Sydney corrected him. He gave her a barely perciptable smile. "Let's go home."
Vaughn gazed at her for a moment, then put the Mets cap he had been holding back on. He smiled and walked towards the gate, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Okay."
************* The End
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Author: Jade (CmdrJade@aol.com)
Rating: G
Disclaimers: I don't own Alias. Please don't sue me. You know the drill.
Spoilers: None, really, but takes place after Free Agent. Kinda like a future fic.
Archive: Anywhere that wants it, just drop me a line so I can come visit.
Feedback: Please!
Author's Notes: En medias res is a literary term for a piece that starts out in the middle of the action or plot. Usually, the reader never knows what happens before or after, just what happens in the little frame of time they come in.
Summary: A semi-normal argument between an abnormal couple.
*************
The cool spring breeze whipped Sydney's hair into her eyes, but she ignored the annoyance and pulled her jacket closer. She walked towards the end of the park, admiring the flowers along the way.
As she neared her destination, the sounds of metal hitting rubber reached her ears. A glint of hope appeared out of her growing concern. Maybe someone *was* at the baseball field.
The trees cleared and the sun beat warmly down on her face. She relaxed the grip she had on the inside of her jacket and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
There was a woman sitting on the aluminum stands, pretending to read a book, but instead watching the lone batter swing at pitches thrown by a young pitcher.
Sydney walked up to the fence, careful not to put her fingers through the chain-link backstop.
He swung and missed, the ball clanging against the fence just below her neck. The next pitch he sent a live drive between third base and shortstop. The next, he popped up. Sydney began to feel restless.
"Vaughn," she finally said. His head snapped up as he tapped the bat on home plate.
"Syd," he replied, surprise evident in his voice. He turned back to the pitcher and held up a hand. The pitcher nodded and took a water break.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, walking up to look at her through the fence.
"I was about to ask you that," she replied evenly.
Vaughn twisted the bat around and looked down at the dirt. He sighed and took off his Mets cap, running his hand through his newly cut hair. The close crop, mixed with his sweat, left his hair sticking up in different directions. Syd would have laughed if she weren't so concerned.
"Did you even shower today?" she asked, looking closely at his unshaven face, now covered in baseball dust and grime.
His lip quirked upward. "No."
Another pause was exchanged between them. It was Sydney that broke the silence.
"I woke up and you weren't there, Vaughn," she said quietly. He avoided her eyes. "Why'd you leave?"
Vaughn sighed deeply and his head to look to the side distractedly. "I just needed to think. I got scared after...after that argument."
Sydney moved closer to the fence. "You can't just run away when things get tough, Vaughn. Not if you want this to work."
His gaze snapped back to her. "I do want this to work. This is what I fought for, Syd."
"What *we* fought for. We're in this together," Sydney corrected him. He gave her a barely perciptable smile. "Let's go home."
Vaughn gazed at her for a moment, then put the Mets cap he had been holding back on. He smiled and walked towards the gate, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Okay."
************* The End
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