Title: If The World Crashes Down (2/??)
Author : Jess
E-mail: jess@shewrote.net
Website(s) URL(s): Journal, Shipper Blog
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Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC (LUCKY!!!), Touchtone, and is the creation of JJ Abrams and Bad Robot Productions and I take no ownership of any of the characters.
Summary: When they're caught in a deadly life or death situation, Vaughn takes light of what his true feelings are.. in the midst of marraige.
Rating: PG-13 to R
Classification: Action/Adventure, Romance
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Sydney was still in a state of shock. She had gone through mental and emotional hell today, and all she wanted to do was take a long soak in the tub.
Even if I did love Vaughn, it would never work. I mean, hello, I can't even go to the store without being underwraps, and then Will and Francie don't have a clue... Will and Francie! Oh crap. Will's going to flip out and Francie's going to have a heart attack. Just what I need- two crazed friends, one a nosy journalist and the other prying for details. But still... they're my friends. I just don't want to put them in danger. They just won't know. I can't tell them. What was it that the Agency wanted to do before? Oh yes.. kill me off by some freak accident and then put me in the WPP. But what about Vaughn?
All of a sudden, Sydney's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Syd. My place. We need to talk," Vaughn told her.
"Okay. I was just heading into the house. I'll be there alright? ASAP," Syd replied. "But can we make it quick? I want to take a nice long soak in my tub."
"Sure, but we need to go over plans and 'such'.." Vaughn continued hesitantly. Just great.. last thing I need to think about is Syd taking a bath.
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Vaughn's House
"Nice pad, Vaughn," Sydney commented after he opened the door.
"Thanks," Vaughn replied, looking around as if he just noticed it were there. Wow. Even tired Syd looks.. wow.. He rolled his eyes at himself. To himself he sounded like some love-sick teenager. If Weiss ever got wind of the thoughts in his head, he'd never hear the end of it.
"I feel the need to apologize for my behavior today. It was immature of me to flip out when you explained the next mission, however snappily put," Sydney told him. "Anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Forget it. We're going to have better things to do besides worry about immaturity and arguments," Vaughn brushed her apology aside. "Now about our supposed deaths... you die OD-ing on alcohol beverages and I die falling and cracking my head open. How lovely."
"Who thought that one up? Weiss?" Sydney asked, slightly amused. "Certainly not Devlin. He's just not the humorous one.">
Damn sure about that, Vaughn thought. He didn't think he'd ever seen Devlin smile. The guy's got issues.
"What are our new identities supposed to be?" Syd questioned. She always wondered what kind of aliases the Agency would think up for her.
"I'm Nicholas Brenon, a real estate lawyer, age 34, of French and British-American background. I go by Nick. We used to live in France due to our line of work. I was born in Normandy, France. I can speak French, Italian, Spanish and English fluently. We currently live in Hawaii, near Honolulu, and we have no kids as of yet."
Sydney nodded. "And me?"
"You're Angelina O'Malley Brenon, also a real estate lawyer, age 32, half-French, a quarter Irish, and a quarter Italian. You go by Gina. You can speak French, Italian, Spanish, English and Latin fluently. You were born in Palermo, Sicily."
"O'Malley's my maiden name? Interesting. Italian first name, Irish maiden name, and French last name." Sydney said, wondering what kind of person thought of these things.
"Oui, mademoiselle," Vaughn replied with a half-grin.
"What's with the French?" Sydney commented, returning the smile.
"Just getting in touch with my French background, is all," he replied with a smooth French accent.
God I love that accent. Too much, in my opinion, Sydney thought to herself. To cancel Vaughn out, she answered- in Spanish.
"Sí, sí, yo soy también. Solamente, con español," she told him, with a thick Spanish accent, and a deep, mysterious voice.
Does she have any idea how sexy she sounds speaking Spanish? Figures I fall in love with a girl I'm marrying anyways, but who will kick my sorry ass if I even try to make a move. Well it would be unprofessional, but besides that.. Vaughn desperately wished for a chance to prove his love. Fateful wishing, he supposed.
"Hey Vaughn? It's getting late. I was kind of hoping to... you know, bathe before hopping into my bed.." Sydney announced, hoping he would take the hint that she was tired and wanted to go home.
"Well, if you'd like to stay here the night, I can lend you some clothes and you can take a soak here. I have more information to discuss with you, include plans for 'Operation Goodbye', as Weiss likes to call it," Vaughn attempted, cautiously. Dear Lord, what am I getting myself into? If she spends the night, there's no telling if I can control myself or not!
Oh dear. If I spend the night, there's the chance that I might tell him how I really feel about him. Also the chance of him hating me. Another chance of him feeling the same way. Finally, a chance of raging passion or something of the sorts. But I'm not some young sixteen-year old- I can take sleeping over at a man's house. No reason to get myself all stressed out over nothing. Besides.. we have a strictly professional relationship, Sydney mulled over the decisions quickly. She agreed. "Okay," she told him.
Little did they know that when she said 'Okay' that their hearts leapt in unison.
"Come with me. I need to find you some clothes and grab a towel for you," Vaughn instructed.
Soon Sydney had her hot bath water running, and Vaughn left the bathroom to give her some privacy. She stepped into the bath, and quickly sat down, giving her muscles immediate comfort. Sydney realized that her muscles had been a bit tense today. She sat quietly, washing and soaking. Vaughn decided to take that moment to ask her what she wanted to eat, his voice muffled by the door. Suddenly, she had an idea- slightly flirty and bold, for one like her. Never the wild party-girl, she wasn't sure what to do, but figured 'Hey, if he's my fiance, he'll live.' So Sydney called him in.
"Oh Vaughn.. can you come here please? I dropped my towel in the water by accident, and I was hoping that you could get me another one," Sydney asked him.
"Uh, sure Syd," he slowly entered the bathroom. "Are you decent?"
"Well my body's under the water, if that's what you're asking," Sydney replied, amused at his shy tone of voice.
"Alright then..." Vaughn's voice trailed off as he looked at Sydney. Seeing her there, her neck and head the only things above water, in his bathtub, was quite a different way of scenery. He colored slightly, cleared his throat, and asked if she was doing okay.
"Yes, I am. I want to thank you for letting me soak here. I feel much better, but my neck muscles are still a bit tense," she told him. So far, her ploy to get a massage was working.
"You're welcome. Would you like a massage?" Vaughn asked, slightly meek in tone. Who knows if she would have been offended by his offering.
"Yeah, actually that would be nice," Sydney replied softly. She gave him a small smile and then turned so her back was facing him. He walked over and began to 'work his magic'.
A few minutes later, Sydney was starting to feel much more in tune to her body- and the hands rubbing her neck. She could slightly feel Vaughn's breath on her neck, and the warm touch of his hands against her skin. That moment, she knew she wanted this all along- alone time and special moments with him. After Danny, she thought she'd never love another man the same way. She was right- she didn't love Danny the same way she loves Vaughn.
Meanwhile, Vaughn was also relaxing. The touch of Sydney's skin beneath his hands felt so soft, so smooth. He could smell his shampoo and his soap on her, and he felt very.. intimate with her.
A few more minutes passed. Suddenly, something overcame Vaughn. He felt the urge to kiss Sydney's cheek. He tried to refuse himself, but finally he leaned over and gave her a little peck on the cheek.
Sydney was surprised, but not angry, by any means. She felt the heat of his lips against her cheekbone; it felt so right. She felt a surge of warmth tingle where his lips had been.
"What was that for?" Sydney asked him softly.
Vaughn responded quite affectionately. "Practice for the future, and because you looked so beautiful at that moment that I couldn't resist."
Sydney paused. She hadn't expected that. She was a little shocked- no one had told her she was beautiful except Danny. She looked up at Vaughn with warm eyes and a smile. "I think I'm ready to come out of the tub," she told him.
"How come? Are you going to turn into a prune?" Vaughn asked, with a chuckle. He handed her a towel and walked out of the bathroom.
(Email Jess @ jess@shewrote.net to tell her how you liked the story! Or just review!)
Author : Jess
E-mail: jess@shewrote.net
Website(s) URL(s): Journal, Shipper Blog
Feedback: Yes Please!
Distribution: You can archive this work, but please email me and tell me the web address of your archival site so I can view it! Also- please link my email address.
Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC (LUCKY!!!), Touchtone, and is the creation of JJ Abrams and Bad Robot Productions and I take no ownership of any of the characters.
Summary: When they're caught in a deadly life or death situation, Vaughn takes light of what his true feelings are.. in the midst of marraige.
Rating: PG-13 to R
Classification: Action/Adventure, Romance
*************************************************************
Sydney was still in a state of shock. She had gone through mental and emotional hell today, and all she wanted to do was take a long soak in the tub.
Even if I did love Vaughn, it would never work. I mean, hello, I can't even go to the store without being underwraps, and then Will and Francie don't have a clue... Will and Francie! Oh crap. Will's going to flip out and Francie's going to have a heart attack. Just what I need- two crazed friends, one a nosy journalist and the other prying for details. But still... they're my friends. I just don't want to put them in danger. They just won't know. I can't tell them. What was it that the Agency wanted to do before? Oh yes.. kill me off by some freak accident and then put me in the WPP. But what about Vaughn?
All of a sudden, Sydney's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Syd. My place. We need to talk," Vaughn told her.
"Okay. I was just heading into the house. I'll be there alright? ASAP," Syd replied. "But can we make it quick? I want to take a nice long soak in my tub."
"Sure, but we need to go over plans and 'such'.." Vaughn continued hesitantly. Just great.. last thing I need to think about is Syd taking a bath.
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Vaughn's House
"Nice pad, Vaughn," Sydney commented after he opened the door.
"Thanks," Vaughn replied, looking around as if he just noticed it were there. Wow. Even tired Syd looks.. wow.. He rolled his eyes at himself. To himself he sounded like some love-sick teenager. If Weiss ever got wind of the thoughts in his head, he'd never hear the end of it.
"I feel the need to apologize for my behavior today. It was immature of me to flip out when you explained the next mission, however snappily put," Sydney told him. "Anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Forget it. We're going to have better things to do besides worry about immaturity and arguments," Vaughn brushed her apology aside. "Now about our supposed deaths... you die OD-ing on alcohol beverages and I die falling and cracking my head open. How lovely."
"Who thought that one up? Weiss?" Sydney asked, slightly amused. "Certainly not Devlin. He's just not the humorous one.">
Damn sure about that, Vaughn thought. He didn't think he'd ever seen Devlin smile. The guy's got issues.
"What are our new identities supposed to be?" Syd questioned. She always wondered what kind of aliases the Agency would think up for her.
"I'm Nicholas Brenon, a real estate lawyer, age 34, of French and British-American background. I go by Nick. We used to live in France due to our line of work. I was born in Normandy, France. I can speak French, Italian, Spanish and English fluently. We currently live in Hawaii, near Honolulu, and we have no kids as of yet."
Sydney nodded. "And me?"
"You're Angelina O'Malley Brenon, also a real estate lawyer, age 32, half-French, a quarter Irish, and a quarter Italian. You go by Gina. You can speak French, Italian, Spanish, English and Latin fluently. You were born in Palermo, Sicily."
"O'Malley's my maiden name? Interesting. Italian first name, Irish maiden name, and French last name." Sydney said, wondering what kind of person thought of these things.
"Oui, mademoiselle," Vaughn replied with a half-grin.
"What's with the French?" Sydney commented, returning the smile.
"Just getting in touch with my French background, is all," he replied with a smooth French accent.
God I love that accent. Too much, in my opinion, Sydney thought to herself. To cancel Vaughn out, she answered- in Spanish.
"Sí, sí, yo soy también. Solamente, con español," she told him, with a thick Spanish accent, and a deep, mysterious voice.
Does she have any idea how sexy she sounds speaking Spanish? Figures I fall in love with a girl I'm marrying anyways, but who will kick my sorry ass if I even try to make a move. Well it would be unprofessional, but besides that.. Vaughn desperately wished for a chance to prove his love. Fateful wishing, he supposed.
"Hey Vaughn? It's getting late. I was kind of hoping to... you know, bathe before hopping into my bed.." Sydney announced, hoping he would take the hint that she was tired and wanted to go home.
"Well, if you'd like to stay here the night, I can lend you some clothes and you can take a soak here. I have more information to discuss with you, include plans for 'Operation Goodbye', as Weiss likes to call it," Vaughn attempted, cautiously. Dear Lord, what am I getting myself into? If she spends the night, there's no telling if I can control myself or not!
Oh dear. If I spend the night, there's the chance that I might tell him how I really feel about him. Also the chance of him hating me. Another chance of him feeling the same way. Finally, a chance of raging passion or something of the sorts. But I'm not some young sixteen-year old- I can take sleeping over at a man's house. No reason to get myself all stressed out over nothing. Besides.. we have a strictly professional relationship, Sydney mulled over the decisions quickly. She agreed. "Okay," she told him.
Little did they know that when she said 'Okay' that their hearts leapt in unison.
"Come with me. I need to find you some clothes and grab a towel for you," Vaughn instructed.
Soon Sydney had her hot bath water running, and Vaughn left the bathroom to give her some privacy. She stepped into the bath, and quickly sat down, giving her muscles immediate comfort. Sydney realized that her muscles had been a bit tense today. She sat quietly, washing and soaking. Vaughn decided to take that moment to ask her what she wanted to eat, his voice muffled by the door. Suddenly, she had an idea- slightly flirty and bold, for one like her. Never the wild party-girl, she wasn't sure what to do, but figured 'Hey, if he's my fiance, he'll live.' So Sydney called him in.
"Oh Vaughn.. can you come here please? I dropped my towel in the water by accident, and I was hoping that you could get me another one," Sydney asked him.
"Uh, sure Syd," he slowly entered the bathroom. "Are you decent?"
"Well my body's under the water, if that's what you're asking," Sydney replied, amused at his shy tone of voice.
"Alright then..." Vaughn's voice trailed off as he looked at Sydney. Seeing her there, her neck and head the only things above water, in his bathtub, was quite a different way of scenery. He colored slightly, cleared his throat, and asked if she was doing okay.
"Yes, I am. I want to thank you for letting me soak here. I feel much better, but my neck muscles are still a bit tense," she told him. So far, her ploy to get a massage was working.
"You're welcome. Would you like a massage?" Vaughn asked, slightly meek in tone. Who knows if she would have been offended by his offering.
"Yeah, actually that would be nice," Sydney replied softly. She gave him a small smile and then turned so her back was facing him. He walked over and began to 'work his magic'.
A few minutes later, Sydney was starting to feel much more in tune to her body- and the hands rubbing her neck. She could slightly feel Vaughn's breath on her neck, and the warm touch of his hands against her skin. That moment, she knew she wanted this all along- alone time and special moments with him. After Danny, she thought she'd never love another man the same way. She was right- she didn't love Danny the same way she loves Vaughn.
Meanwhile, Vaughn was also relaxing. The touch of Sydney's skin beneath his hands felt so soft, so smooth. He could smell his shampoo and his soap on her, and he felt very.. intimate with her.
A few more minutes passed. Suddenly, something overcame Vaughn. He felt the urge to kiss Sydney's cheek. He tried to refuse himself, but finally he leaned over and gave her a little peck on the cheek.
Sydney was surprised, but not angry, by any means. She felt the heat of his lips against her cheekbone; it felt so right. She felt a surge of warmth tingle where his lips had been.
"What was that for?" Sydney asked him softly.
Vaughn responded quite affectionately. "Practice for the future, and because you looked so beautiful at that moment that I couldn't resist."
Sydney paused. She hadn't expected that. She was a little shocked- no one had told her she was beautiful except Danny. She looked up at Vaughn with warm eyes and a smile. "I think I'm ready to come out of the tub," she told him.
"How come? Are you going to turn into a prune?" Vaughn asked, with a chuckle. He handed her a towel and walked out of the bathroom.
(Email Jess @ jess@shewrote.net to tell her how you liked the story! Or just review!)