Title: Helping Hand Part Seven: A Dance

Author: Jaycee

Summary: A new agent comes into the lives of our fave agents.

Spoilers: None!

Rating: G

Genre/Category: Vaughn/Sydney; romance, action/adventure

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to J.J. Abrams/ABC/Bad Robots Production. I'm just playing with them. The songs I've used are not mine either, they belong to whoever wrote 'Somethin' Stupid' sorry, I can't seem to remember right now who wrote that wonderfully beautiful song, I'll look it up later. And 'Angel' belongs to Sarah McLachlan.

A little note: Thanks for reading. And a thousand thank yous for the wonderful people who have told me what they think. Keep those feedbacks coming, since I'm not really sure if I'll continue this. Please drop me a comment or two… I live for that stuff. Take care everyone!

Christine walked towards Vaughn as soon as the song was finished and turned off her earpiece.

"Vaughn!" She whispered and he nodded as he walked to the side of the stage.

"What?" He whispered back.

"Get down the stage." She said as she started to push him off down the stairs.

He shrugged her hands off and looked at her like she's detainee from the mental asylum. "What?" He asked. "Why?"

Christine rolled her eyes. "Dance with Sydney." She told him in a normal voice.

"Now, where did that come from?" He asked, bewildered. "And stop talking like that to me. She might here you through that earpiece of yours."

She smiled. "I turned it off. She wouldn't hear me."

"You shouldn't do that! Turn it on! She might be in trouble." He said in a low voice, as he looked at her sternly.

"I will, dad. That is if you go down and dance with her." She said, as she smiled at him.

"Dance? Why? And if I do, someone might notice that I've disappeared? What if someone sees us together? That will jeopardize our cover. I can't do that." He replied even though deep inside he was so excited on the prospect of having Sydney Bristow in his arms.

Christine giggled. "I can see it in your eyes Agent Vaughn! Go on admit it. You know you want to dance with Sydney!"

He sighed and grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You know me too well."

"Yes I do." She said as she squeezed back and pushed him again.

"Wait. Tadetsky might wonder where I am." Vaughn said worriedly.

"Don't worry. Look." Christine said as she pointed to the place he occupied. On his place was a man who looks exactly like him.

He stared at Christine. "You thought of everything huh?"

She threw him a smug look. "Yes I did. Now go." She turned on her earpiece and walked back to the middle of the stage.

Vaughn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'Time to ask Sydney for a dance. You can do it Vaughn! You've done it before right? You've asked other woman right! Damn! This is not just another woman… this is Sydney! I can't ask her for a dance!' Vaughn's thoughts jumbled in his head as he searched the room for a certain agent in disguise.

'I mean, it took a hell lot of courage for me to sing 'I love you' over and over again while I was looking at her. This should be a piece of cake right?' He asked himself and sighed in relief when he found her.

"God! She looks amazing!" Vaughn whispered in awe as he watched her taking a sip of her beer. Squaring his shoulders, he took a deep breath and approached Sydney.

* * * * * * * *

Sydney looked at her right and saw Vaughn walking towards her. 'What the…?' She thought as she stared at him and shook her head lightly.

Vaughn stared at her in confusion and shook his head back. He continued to walk towards her and smiled when he was right beside her.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked he outstretched his right hand towards her.

Sydney stared at him and then at the stage, she saw Christine smiling right at the two of them and then gestured at Weiss to start playing his keyboard.

She looked back at Vaughn, and even though apprehension and fear of getting caught filled her thoughts, she knew that she couldn't refuse Vaughn's request for a dance.

She smiled and took his hand and they walked slowly towards the dance floor.

As soon as they were there, she recognized the first bars of one of her favorite songs, 'Angel' by Sarah McLachlan.

The song that she has started to associate with Vaughn.

"This song, is dedicated to my friends, who are both Guardian Angels in their own right. I hope that someday, they would be together." Christine said into the microphone and stared right at the two of them.

Sydney stared at her in surprise. Christine couldn't be talking about any other person in the room, right? She and Vaughn are the only friends she has in this room, right? And, she always thought of Vaughn as her Guardian Angel, and he has called her that too.

Her eyes met Vaughn's wonderful green eyes, and he smiled at her. "She's talking about us." He whispered softly.

She shivered as Vaughn took right hand with his left and placed his right hand on the bare small of her back, combined with the soft, soothing singing voice of Christine that filled the room.

Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay

There's always some reason

To feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

Oh beautiful release

Memory seep from my veins

Let me be empty

Oh and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

Sydney squeezed Vaughn's hand as she moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't care whether Dixon would see them. All she cares about right now was the feeling of rightness that she's feeling right now in Vaughn's arms.

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there

"Sydney, I…" Vaughn whispered into her ear. Sydney pulled away slightly and placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

"Not now Vaughn. Right now's not the time." She whispered. He nodded and looked away from her, but she saw that he was hurt with her words.

So tired of the straight line

And everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves at your back

And the storm keeps on twisting

You keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference

Escaping one last time

It's easier to believe

In this sweet madness

Oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees

She rested her head back on his shoulder and whispered, "I know exactly how you feel."

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there

She felt him stiffen at her words. He pulled away and met her eyes. "You do?" She simply nodded and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I do."  She returned her head to its original place, on his shoulder and gasped when she felt Vaughn's lips makes contact with her hair. "I'm glad."

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here.

"She planned all of this, huh?" She asked, nodding towards Christine. Vaughn chuckled. "Yah, she did. She's like that, even before, she would always have something up her sleeve." He replied.

They giggled together. "Wouldn't anybody notice that you're gone?" Sydney asked.

"Nope. Christine arranged it. She's got someone playing me for a while, until I'm finished dancing with you." He pointed to the guy sitting beside Weiss on the stage, looking exactly like Matthew Ford.

"Oh God. That woman is too good! She's thought of everything." Sydney exclaimed as she continued to dance in Vaughn's arms.

"Yes she is. And not only that, she's a great friend too." He said, smiling.

"I know." She responded as she remembered how Christine assured her that Vaughn likes her as much as she likes him.

They stayed that way for a while, until the final bars of the song faded into the air. Suddenly, they were back to reality, knowing that they have to do their job first before they concentrate on more personal matters.

"Vaughn. Dixon's here." She said in a low voice.

"What?" She heard Christine exclaim in her earpiece.

"That's what I was supposed to tell you earlier. But your earpiece is turned off." Sydney said.

"Okay. Calm down Christine." Vaughn hissed, as he heard the agent start to speak in Spanish.

"She's Spanish?" Sydney asked. "Yes. Her dad's Spanish. She only speaks in Spanish when she's agitated.

"What are we gonna do?" Christine asked.

Sydney continued to dance with Vaughn while she's thinking of a plan. It's a good thing that Christine gestured at Weiss to keep on playing some classical tune on the keyboard.

"Dixon's here to tap on the security cameras. Isn't it that when you tap on the cameras, you have no way of seeing what's really happening?" Sydney asked the agents.

"That's right." Vaughn and Christine said in unison.

Sydney giggled.

"I'll just tell Dixon to stay in the surveillance room. Then, I'll say that I'll just meet with him later outside the mansion." Sydney suggested.

"Great idea Syd." Christine said and Vaughn nodded in agreement.

"Okay. So, I'll see you there, Vaughn?" She asked and started to let go of Vaughn's hand even though that's the last thing that she wants to do.

He nodded and looked in her eyes. "Yes. At the second floor. Use the old 'I'm looking for the bathroom trick' okay?"

"Its not that old. And besides, it always works like a charm." Sydney protested teasingly.

Vaughn laughed. "I know." His hand lingered at her back and he pulled her closer and kissed her cheek.

Sydney reveled at his closeness as she inhaled his soft, intoxicating smell. A smell that she's always known that's his.

"Good luck." He whispered huskily.  "You too." She whispered in his ear and started to walk towards the back of the room, to the door that leads to the surveillance room.

"I'll turn this off first Christine. I'll turn it on when I'm on my way up." Sydney said in her earpiece.

"Got it." Christine answered. Sydney turned it off.

Just before Sydney disappeared into the room, she heard the opening bars of a fast No Doubt tune.