TITLE: First Impressions
AUTHOR: Valerina
FEEDBACK: Yes please! Loved it, hated it, let me know. Valerina719@hotmail.com
CLASSIFICATION: VSR, angst
SUMMARY: AU for the ending of "Rendezvous;" Will and Vaughn finally meet.
SPOILERS: Up to and including "Rendezvous" but nothing specific.
DISCLAIMER: JJ, sweet JJ...I'm sad to say that "Alias" is not mine. If I had to say whose it was I would go with JJ Abrams, "Bad Robot," and ABC. But that's just a guess :)
DISTRIBUTION: Credit Dauphine, Alias Fan Fiction Archive. Anyone else, please feel free but let me know so I can come visit it!
AN: This one goes out to everybody who's been so cool as to leave me feedback on my first few posts—you guys rock! Also, this idea stemmed from a thread on the SD-6.com boards about what would happen during a good Will/Vaughn meeting. This is my take on it. Oh, and love SD-6.com and the boards there—'nuff said!
RATED: PG/PG-13 (for my not so much potty mouth)
Chapter 1
Sydney Bristow spent the better part of the flight home from Paris in a shocked daze.
Will. In Paris. Held by Khasinau's men. He saw her. Her dad brought him there. He knows the truth. He saw her. Her brain seemed to be stuck on a loop that ultimately came to the same conclusion—Will Tippin was going to die.
She had called Michael Vaughn before her plane had even left French soil. His earlier aloofness was forgotten; he was the only one who could help her.
"Vaughn," his voice came across sharp and clear. Sydney glanced at her watch and realized it was mid-morning back in LA. She'd called his cell phone but caught him at work.
"Vaughn, it's me. I need your help."
"Okay…where are you now?" His voice was even, still a bit distant. Sydney shook off the feeling that she was bothering him.
"I'm on my way to LA. Can we meet up as soon as I get in?" She was getting more and more desperate, wishing her plane was landing instead of just taking off.
"I guess," Vaughn said slowly, "what's going on?"
"I just need to talk to you—can we meet at location six around 5 tonight?"
Vaughn was silent for a moment. Finally he let out a sigh. "Of course. I'll see you there."
"Thanks," Sydney said, the relief evident in her voice. She hit the end button and sat back in her chair. The lights of Europe twinkled below her and all she could do was wonder where Will was in all of this.
*****
Vaughn hung up his phone and stared at his blank wall. Well Eric, he thought ruefully, it didn't take long for me to get sucked right back in. It sounded like Sydney was pretty upset—he hoped her mission had gone all right. He knew how hard it would be for her to let Khasinau go, and he prayed she hadn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her mission. He was doing enough of that for both of them.
The day passed and Vaughn made his way out of the office building. Getting in his car he drove to a park on the outskirts of the city—location six. Sydney was already there, sitting on a bench in jeans and a t-shirt, her eyes covered by a wide pair of sunglasses. Her head was down, her hair hanging in her face. His shoes crunched in the gravel and she tensed at his approach but didn't look at him.
"Can I sit down?" She shrugged, still acting as if she didn't know him; it was standard procedure. The two of them sat on the bench, both staring out into the distance. Vaughn glanced at her through the corner of his eye and noticed her puffy eyes hidden underneath the sunglasses.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his concern genuine.
She smiled slightly—it was the first indication that he cared since that odd meeting they had before she left for Paris.
"Will was there," she said simply, her eyes still focused on some far off point. "He knows what I do…well, some of it anyway, and my dad had to step in—"
"Your dad?" Vaughn broke in, incredulous. "What the hell was he doing there? How the hell did Will even get there?"
Sydney sighed and shrugged in apology. "Apparently Will's been contacted by Khasinau. My father thinks that Will is being used to write an exposé of SD-6. Of him and me. I…I don't really know what to think of any of this. He's an innocent, Vaughn, he doesn't deserve to be pulled into this life—he didn't ask for it! Vaughn," she implored him, finally turning to face him, "you've got to help him!" Her eyes were unreadable beneath the dark lenses but Vaughn could hear the desperation in her voice.
"Where is he now?" he demanded.
"The CIA has him. My father set Will up with a 'makeover' in order to get him out of Paris. Oh god, what am I going to do? If he mentions this to anybody, to anybody, he'll die. I can't handle that again." Her voice cracked and she looked down at the ground, attempting to get some sort of hold on her emotions.
Vaughn slowly digested the information. For a moment he couldn't quite get past her comparison of Will's possible demise with Danny's. Did Will really mean that much to her, he mused. Suddenly all the jealous spurts he had experienced over this Will in the past seemed well founded. He shook his head as if to clear it and answered Sydney.
"It's okay, Syd, I'll get back to the office and find out where he is. We'll get him into a safehouse immediately and I'll get a team to start going over contingency plans. Don't worry," he urged her, reaching over and briefly squeezing the hand she had in her lap with his own, "we will make sure he's okay."
Vaughn got up from the bench and began walking back towards his car, his mind racing. He had taken no more than 5 steps when Sydney appeared at his side.
"I'm going with you," was all she said, in a tone that made it clear he had no say in the matter.
*****
Okay, so this is the first time I've done a story in bits and pieces, but hopefully it'll work out. Please let me know if you want to see more! Feedback does wonders for the creative process (
AUTHOR: Valerina
FEEDBACK: Yes please! Loved it, hated it, let me know. Valerina719@hotmail.com
CLASSIFICATION: VSR, angst
SUMMARY: AU for the ending of "Rendezvous;" Will and Vaughn finally meet.
SPOILERS: Up to and including "Rendezvous" but nothing specific.
DISCLAIMER: JJ, sweet JJ...I'm sad to say that "Alias" is not mine. If I had to say whose it was I would go with JJ Abrams, "Bad Robot," and ABC. But that's just a guess :)
DISTRIBUTION: Credit Dauphine, Alias Fan Fiction Archive. Anyone else, please feel free but let me know so I can come visit it!
AN: This one goes out to everybody who's been so cool as to leave me feedback on my first few posts—you guys rock! Also, this idea stemmed from a thread on the SD-6.com boards about what would happen during a good Will/Vaughn meeting. This is my take on it. Oh, and love SD-6.com and the boards there—'nuff said!
RATED: PG/PG-13 (for my not so much potty mouth)
Chapter 1
Sydney Bristow spent the better part of the flight home from Paris in a shocked daze.
Will. In Paris. Held by Khasinau's men. He saw her. Her dad brought him there. He knows the truth. He saw her. Her brain seemed to be stuck on a loop that ultimately came to the same conclusion—Will Tippin was going to die.
She had called Michael Vaughn before her plane had even left French soil. His earlier aloofness was forgotten; he was the only one who could help her.
"Vaughn," his voice came across sharp and clear. Sydney glanced at her watch and realized it was mid-morning back in LA. She'd called his cell phone but caught him at work.
"Vaughn, it's me. I need your help."
"Okay…where are you now?" His voice was even, still a bit distant. Sydney shook off the feeling that she was bothering him.
"I'm on my way to LA. Can we meet up as soon as I get in?" She was getting more and more desperate, wishing her plane was landing instead of just taking off.
"I guess," Vaughn said slowly, "what's going on?"
"I just need to talk to you—can we meet at location six around 5 tonight?"
Vaughn was silent for a moment. Finally he let out a sigh. "Of course. I'll see you there."
"Thanks," Sydney said, the relief evident in her voice. She hit the end button and sat back in her chair. The lights of Europe twinkled below her and all she could do was wonder where Will was in all of this.
*****
Vaughn hung up his phone and stared at his blank wall. Well Eric, he thought ruefully, it didn't take long for me to get sucked right back in. It sounded like Sydney was pretty upset—he hoped her mission had gone all right. He knew how hard it would be for her to let Khasinau go, and he prayed she hadn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her mission. He was doing enough of that for both of them.
The day passed and Vaughn made his way out of the office building. Getting in his car he drove to a park on the outskirts of the city—location six. Sydney was already there, sitting on a bench in jeans and a t-shirt, her eyes covered by a wide pair of sunglasses. Her head was down, her hair hanging in her face. His shoes crunched in the gravel and she tensed at his approach but didn't look at him.
"Can I sit down?" She shrugged, still acting as if she didn't know him; it was standard procedure. The two of them sat on the bench, both staring out into the distance. Vaughn glanced at her through the corner of his eye and noticed her puffy eyes hidden underneath the sunglasses.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his concern genuine.
She smiled slightly—it was the first indication that he cared since that odd meeting they had before she left for Paris.
"Will was there," she said simply, her eyes still focused on some far off point. "He knows what I do…well, some of it anyway, and my dad had to step in—"
"Your dad?" Vaughn broke in, incredulous. "What the hell was he doing there? How the hell did Will even get there?"
Sydney sighed and shrugged in apology. "Apparently Will's been contacted by Khasinau. My father thinks that Will is being used to write an exposé of SD-6. Of him and me. I…I don't really know what to think of any of this. He's an innocent, Vaughn, he doesn't deserve to be pulled into this life—he didn't ask for it! Vaughn," she implored him, finally turning to face him, "you've got to help him!" Her eyes were unreadable beneath the dark lenses but Vaughn could hear the desperation in her voice.
"Where is he now?" he demanded.
"The CIA has him. My father set Will up with a 'makeover' in order to get him out of Paris. Oh god, what am I going to do? If he mentions this to anybody, to anybody, he'll die. I can't handle that again." Her voice cracked and she looked down at the ground, attempting to get some sort of hold on her emotions.
Vaughn slowly digested the information. For a moment he couldn't quite get past her comparison of Will's possible demise with Danny's. Did Will really mean that much to her, he mused. Suddenly all the jealous spurts he had experienced over this Will in the past seemed well founded. He shook his head as if to clear it and answered Sydney.
"It's okay, Syd, I'll get back to the office and find out where he is. We'll get him into a safehouse immediately and I'll get a team to start going over contingency plans. Don't worry," he urged her, reaching over and briefly squeezing the hand she had in her lap with his own, "we will make sure he's okay."
Vaughn got up from the bench and began walking back towards his car, his mind racing. He had taken no more than 5 steps when Sydney appeared at his side.
"I'm going with you," was all she said, in a tone that made it clear he had no say in the matter.
*****
Okay, so this is the first time I've done a story in bits and pieces, but hopefully it'll work out. Please let me know if you want to see more! Feedback does wonders for the creative process (