Author: Angela Evans
Email: Angel33296@aol.com
Feedback: As always, yes please
Distribution: Ask me, please
Disclaimer: Alias is JJ's, the song is Dido's, I'm just borrowing them.
Rating: PG
Summary: Just to be with you is having the best day of my life
Spoilers: This takes place back in the day ('cause it's been hanging out on my hard drive for a loooong time) so unless you've never seen Alias, there are none.
Classification: Vignette, Song-Inspired Fluff :)
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
Beeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeep!
Sydney's arm snaked out from under her covers and hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. But she was already half awake as she turned her head to look at the clock through slitted eyes. 6:15 am. Well, she had time for a morning jog.
She slipped out of bed and made her way over to the closet where she sluggishly changed out of her pajamas and into a sports bra and running pants. She was a morning person by all normal standards – ever since sophomore year of college it had driven Francie nuts the way she could go to bed at 3 in the morning and still be wide-eyed awake at 7am. But today had a gray cloud hanging over it.
Sydney went for a brisk run. By the time she got back, she was craving a hot shower. The hot steam cleansed her heart and soul as she scrubbed off the sweat and grit from her jog, but she still felt the grayness of the day hanging over her. After her shower she pulled on a fluffy robe and shuffled into the kitchen.
She made tea sat down with her paper while she drank it. Of course, she always read Will's paper and started with his column. Sydney's eyes swept over the rest of the paper and she finished in good time. She took a sip of her tea, made a face, and then spit it back into the mug when she realized that it had gotten cold. She dumped it into the sink and went to get dressed.
And even if I could, it's all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
By the time she was dressed, Sydney realized that she had just enough time to swing by her professor's office and drop off a paper before heading to SD-6. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door, wishing it were Sunday and that she could sleep in.
I drank too much last night
Got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
As she drove through the city streets, Sydney massaged her temples in an effort to relieve the pressure building between them. This was going to be a bad day. She reached the campus and found a parking space relatively near her professor's office. Sydney ran in and found him at his desk.
"Good morning, Ms. Bristow," he said, "What is it today? Here to reschedule the exam that you missed last week?"
Sydney winced. She couldn't have missed another exam, could she? "I came to hand in my research paper since I won't be able to make it to class today," she said, holding the paper out like a shield.
He took it, with out ever looking at her. "Turning something in on time, my my."
Sydney smiled sheepishly, made her exit and went back to her car. She was going to be late for the briefing now. Sloane hated that. Sydney didn't really care what Sloane hated, but she had to keep up a pretext. And what was it about walking in late that always made you feel awful?
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there
They'll all imply that I might not last the day
When she walked into the meeting, Sloane looked at her, but didn't pause his narration of the slides on the big screen at the head of the room. Sydney sat down next to Dixon, who slid his notes over to her so that she could copy them. After the meeting Sloane called her over.
"Sydney, is everything alright?" he asked. He used that concerned voice that creeped her out.
"I'm fine, it's just one of those days," she said, shrugging it off.
"Alright then," Sloane said, patting her on the shoulder. Inside, Sydney cringed.
After meeting with Marshall for the tech ops portion of the mission, Sydney and Dixon were given the afternoon off to relax and prepare for the mission. Sydney was packing when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza," the voice on the other end said.
"Sorry, wrong number," she replied automatically.
And then you call me
And it's not so bad, it's not so bad
And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh, just to be with you is having the best day of my life
It was raining when Sydney left for the warehouse – pouring actually - and she got soaked just running to her car. But somehow, in some small way, it didn't matter. She drove through the pouring Los Angeles rain to their usual meeting place.
A partially dry Sydney pushed open the gate to the cage where Vaughn was waiting for her. When the gate clanged shut, he turned around and looked at her, his green eyes meeting her brown ones with a strong gaze.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," she replied.
Push the door, I'm home at last
And I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me
"You're soaked," he said. "Hang on, I'll get you a towel." Before Sydney could protest, he had disappeared. He returned shortly with a white towel and handed it to her.
She took it and dried off as best she could. She couldn't help but smell a faint trace of his scent on the towel. Hmmm…
"Thank you," she said, returning to the towel to him. He smiled as he took it from her hand.
She returned his smile, wondering just how he could make her day better without even trying.
And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life