Disclaimer- I don't own Vaughn (sob) I don't own this song (probably a good
thing, because I sing terribly) I don't particularly own much. Talk to JJ
Abrams and his gang or Carly Simon. Sorry to break it to you.
General Stuff- Bwahahaha. bad things and good things will happen. It will be funny and sad. And we have shirtless Vaughn. It will be all good!
My little blurb- Hermione512, I wish he was my handler too. I think we all do! Thanks for reviewing. If you're reading this, then you should review too! I have it all written out, along with it's 13 chapter sequel and that story's sequel's first 5 chapters done. So review and I'll post sooner!
Chapter Seven Bond
Sydney Bristow sighed as she entered her house. Her friend Francie was sitting watching Jerry Springer. Sydney began to formulate reasons why she had been gone.
"Hey Francie."
"Hi sweetie. How was your meeting?"
"Ummm... not good. How did you know about them?" Sydney lied easily.
"Your dad called today. Said you were in some meeting in Maine. Thank God he called I was beginning to think you go locked in a vault or something," Francie joked.
"Yeah, well the meetings felt like that. People getting laid off and the stock market sucks. The economy is terrible."
"So I talked to Will today and get this, he was mugged. He got beaten up pretty bad, but he's okay."
"Oh my God, poor Will."
"Yeah so I figured we are going to get some takeout and look at the restaurant I picked out. Can you make it?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm just going to sleep for a bit."
"Mmkay," Francie said turning her attention back to the television.
Sydney fell to sleep quickly, but her sleep was filled with dreams of her and Vaughn locked in a vault, doing anything but banking activities.
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Later that evening, Sydney found herself on the ground eating takeout with two of her best friends. Oldies blared on the radio.
"Francie this place is amazing. What are you planning on doing with it?" Sydney questioned, spooning Wonton soup into her mouth.
"I was thinking about doing French cuisine. Turn the place into Moulin Rouge. Get all the hot French guys to visit."
"Great priorities," laughed Will.
"Wait, are French guys hot?" Francie asked.
"Don't know. Never met a French guy," responded Sydney.
"What do they do in France?" Francie wondered aloud.
All three sat stumped. Finally Will answered, "Speak French."
All three burst out laughing. As the laughing died down Francie announced, "Oooh! This song is from 'The Spy Who Loved Me.'"
Sydney sat upright and listened to the lyrics.
Nobody does it better Makes me sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, you're the best
I wasn't looking but somehow you found me I tried to hide from your love light But like heaven above me, the spy who loved me Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight
And nobody does it better Though sometimes I wish someone could Nobody does it quite the way you do Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me, whenever you hold me There's some kind of magic inside you That keeps me from runnin' but just keep it comin' How'd you learn to do the things you do?
And nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, baby, darlin' you're the best
Baby you're the best Baby you're the best Baby you're the best Baby you're the best
Darlin' you're the best Darlin' you're the best Baby you're the best Baby you're the best
As the last refrain drifted off Sydney burst into tears. Sobs wracked her body as Francie and Will tried to find out what was wrong.
"Hey sweetie come here," Francie said soothingly, holding out her arms, "What's wrong?"
"There was this guy at work. We worked together sometimes. We were good friends and... and... and he... died before the meeting. It was very unexpected."
"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. Was it the guy who gave you the Christmas gift?" Francie said rocking Sydney gently.
"Yeah. I just remembered that he said he used to want to be James Bond."
"You liked as more than a friend didn't you?"
Sydney nodded and buried her face in her hands. She cried herself to sleep that night.
General Stuff- Bwahahaha. bad things and good things will happen. It will be funny and sad. And we have shirtless Vaughn. It will be all good!
My little blurb- Hermione512, I wish he was my handler too. I think we all do! Thanks for reviewing. If you're reading this, then you should review too! I have it all written out, along with it's 13 chapter sequel and that story's sequel's first 5 chapters done. So review and I'll post sooner!
Chapter Seven Bond
Sydney Bristow sighed as she entered her house. Her friend Francie was sitting watching Jerry Springer. Sydney began to formulate reasons why she had been gone.
"Hey Francie."
"Hi sweetie. How was your meeting?"
"Ummm... not good. How did you know about them?" Sydney lied easily.
"Your dad called today. Said you were in some meeting in Maine. Thank God he called I was beginning to think you go locked in a vault or something," Francie joked.
"Yeah, well the meetings felt like that. People getting laid off and the stock market sucks. The economy is terrible."
"So I talked to Will today and get this, he was mugged. He got beaten up pretty bad, but he's okay."
"Oh my God, poor Will."
"Yeah so I figured we are going to get some takeout and look at the restaurant I picked out. Can you make it?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm just going to sleep for a bit."
"Mmkay," Francie said turning her attention back to the television.
Sydney fell to sleep quickly, but her sleep was filled with dreams of her and Vaughn locked in a vault, doing anything but banking activities.
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Later that evening, Sydney found herself on the ground eating takeout with two of her best friends. Oldies blared on the radio.
"Francie this place is amazing. What are you planning on doing with it?" Sydney questioned, spooning Wonton soup into her mouth.
"I was thinking about doing French cuisine. Turn the place into Moulin Rouge. Get all the hot French guys to visit."
"Great priorities," laughed Will.
"Wait, are French guys hot?" Francie asked.
"Don't know. Never met a French guy," responded Sydney.
"What do they do in France?" Francie wondered aloud.
All three sat stumped. Finally Will answered, "Speak French."
All three burst out laughing. As the laughing died down Francie announced, "Oooh! This song is from 'The Spy Who Loved Me.'"
Sydney sat upright and listened to the lyrics.
Nobody does it better Makes me sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, you're the best
I wasn't looking but somehow you found me I tried to hide from your love light But like heaven above me, the spy who loved me Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight
And nobody does it better Though sometimes I wish someone could Nobody does it quite the way you do Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me, whenever you hold me There's some kind of magic inside you That keeps me from runnin' but just keep it comin' How'd you learn to do the things you do?
And nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, baby, darlin' you're the best
Baby you're the best Baby you're the best Baby you're the best Baby you're the best
Darlin' you're the best Darlin' you're the best Baby you're the best Baby you're the best
As the last refrain drifted off Sydney burst into tears. Sobs wracked her body as Francie and Will tried to find out what was wrong.
"Hey sweetie come here," Francie said soothingly, holding out her arms, "What's wrong?"
"There was this guy at work. We worked together sometimes. We were good friends and... and... and he... died before the meeting. It was very unexpected."
"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. Was it the guy who gave you the Christmas gift?" Francie said rocking Sydney gently.
"Yeah. I just remembered that he said he used to want to be James Bond."
"You liked as more than a friend didn't you?"
Sydney nodded and buried her face in her hands. She cried herself to sleep that night.