Title: Love and Hate
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do. Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? . . . (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
A/N: It's very short, and long overdue! I'm sorry! I had it down on paper and I didn't get a chance to get it all together till now. It's 2:40 AM lol School's started. GAH. And it just occurred to me that the new season will be starting soon as well. I want to have this DONE by the season premier so we're looking at. maybe 4 more chapters at the very least. Anyhoo, this chapter's a simple filler. The good stuff's coming. lol
He woke up to find her tucked neatly underneath his chin, her hand splayed across his chest above his heart. He couldn't help but smile. He felt extremely safe and utterly content. There wasn't anything in the world that could make that moment any more perfect.
A shrill ringing jolted him out of his reverie.
//But there sure as hell are things that can ruin it.//
He reluctantly reached out to his bedside table, feeling around for his cell phone.
"Vaughn," he replied professionally (and hopefully quiet enough not to wake the woman next to him).
"We have a meeting at HQ that you need to attend in an hour," a voice replied before hanging up.
"Could this day get any worse?" he whined to himself, only to be answered by soft, stifled giggle.
He smiled involuntarily. "How long have you been up?" he asked as he settled back against the pillows.
She propped herself up on an elbow. "A while now. Your heartbeat's calming." She blushed at her revelation, and then quickly changed the subject. "Do you have to go in to work?"
"Yes," he replied shortly. It dawned on him that his position at Inter-Op was high placed, and they wouldn't call him in (on a weekend, no less) unless it was absolutely important.
He gasped silently.
//Suicide missions.//
Sydney felt his sharp intake of breath, and there was no mistaking the flash of emotions she saw flicker across his face.
"What is it?" she asked fearfully. "What's the matter?"
"They'd only call me in on a day of for 2 reasons. Information for a possible take down of SD-6, or."
"Or what, Vaughn?" she pressed sternly.
"Or." he sighed, dragging his hand over his face tiredly, "or they've lined me up for another suicide mission."
"What?" she cried incredulously, a bewildered amusement evident in the tone of her voice. "I thought Weiss was joking about that!"
He bristled at her comment. "What's that supposed to mean? You don't think I could handle it?" Angrily he pushed away from her and rose to find some clean clothes.
"I'm different from what I used to be Sydney. I'm not the same man from 5 years ago," he said as he stalked towards his bathroom door, his clothes clutched mercilessly to his chest. He paused momentarily and made the mistake of looking back at her. She still had that look of disbelief on her face (granted it was probably more in reaction to his outburst). He felt his anger boil up steadily. He turned abruptly and slammed the door.
"Va - Vaughn! Now wait a second! Open the door!" she yelled, pounding on the door. "That isn't. I didn't say you couldn't handle anything!"
He sighed, turning on the shower full blast to drown out her yelling.
//I didn't think it was possible to hate the person you're in love with.//
He sighed dejectedly all through his shower, stresses as he dried himself off and pulled on his clothes, and cringed as his hand found the doorknob.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly before pushing it open and braced himself for the verbal onslaught that he expected to come lashing out at him.
When he was met with silence, his eyes snapped open to survey the room: Completely empty and tidied up.
He paused by his dresser to retrieve a pair of socks before venturing out into the hallway. His ears picked up noise in the kitchen and he headed in that direction cautiously. When he reached the doorway, he was met with the sight of Sydney puttering around his kitchen.
He felt strangely domesticated. Seeing her there made her think of those perfect families. He half expected to see children run by him.
//Perfect little house with the white picket fence and 2.4 children.//
He made himself known to her by clearing his throat and pulling out a stool by the counter.
"I thought I'd make you coffee. I remember where everything was from when I watched you last night." she rambled, placing a steaming travel cup in front of him. "And I know we sorta missed breakfast so I figured you'd want to eat something." she continued as she set a bran muffin by his coffee.
Silence ensued for all of 10 seconds before she blurted out, "I'm sorry." He just sighed.
Do you see what I mean when I say we have problems to work out?" She nodded quietly, her head lowering to her chest. He gathered up his late breakfast, collected his car keys and turned around to face her again.
"There's a spare key behind the biggest picture frame on the mantle," he said, motioning towards the living room. "Lock up when you leave."
She nodded again, wringing her hands.
He sighed (a popular action that morning) then made his way to her. She looked up when he stopped in front of her, slightly confused. He took the opportunity to drop a soft kiss on her lips.
"I'll call you here as soon as my meeting's over." He kissed her again before he turned and left the house.
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do. Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? . . . (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
A/N: It's very short, and long overdue! I'm sorry! I had it down on paper and I didn't get a chance to get it all together till now. It's 2:40 AM lol School's started. GAH. And it just occurred to me that the new season will be starting soon as well. I want to have this DONE by the season premier so we're looking at. maybe 4 more chapters at the very least. Anyhoo, this chapter's a simple filler. The good stuff's coming. lol
He woke up to find her tucked neatly underneath his chin, her hand splayed across his chest above his heart. He couldn't help but smile. He felt extremely safe and utterly content. There wasn't anything in the world that could make that moment any more perfect.
A shrill ringing jolted him out of his reverie.
//But there sure as hell are things that can ruin it.//
He reluctantly reached out to his bedside table, feeling around for his cell phone.
"Vaughn," he replied professionally (and hopefully quiet enough not to wake the woman next to him).
"We have a meeting at HQ that you need to attend in an hour," a voice replied before hanging up.
"Could this day get any worse?" he whined to himself, only to be answered by soft, stifled giggle.
He smiled involuntarily. "How long have you been up?" he asked as he settled back against the pillows.
She propped herself up on an elbow. "A while now. Your heartbeat's calming." She blushed at her revelation, and then quickly changed the subject. "Do you have to go in to work?"
"Yes," he replied shortly. It dawned on him that his position at Inter-Op was high placed, and they wouldn't call him in (on a weekend, no less) unless it was absolutely important.
He gasped silently.
//Suicide missions.//
Sydney felt his sharp intake of breath, and there was no mistaking the flash of emotions she saw flicker across his face.
"What is it?" she asked fearfully. "What's the matter?"
"They'd only call me in on a day of for 2 reasons. Information for a possible take down of SD-6, or."
"Or what, Vaughn?" she pressed sternly.
"Or." he sighed, dragging his hand over his face tiredly, "or they've lined me up for another suicide mission."
"What?" she cried incredulously, a bewildered amusement evident in the tone of her voice. "I thought Weiss was joking about that!"
He bristled at her comment. "What's that supposed to mean? You don't think I could handle it?" Angrily he pushed away from her and rose to find some clean clothes.
"I'm different from what I used to be Sydney. I'm not the same man from 5 years ago," he said as he stalked towards his bathroom door, his clothes clutched mercilessly to his chest. He paused momentarily and made the mistake of looking back at her. She still had that look of disbelief on her face (granted it was probably more in reaction to his outburst). He felt his anger boil up steadily. He turned abruptly and slammed the door.
"Va - Vaughn! Now wait a second! Open the door!" she yelled, pounding on the door. "That isn't. I didn't say you couldn't handle anything!"
He sighed, turning on the shower full blast to drown out her yelling.
//I didn't think it was possible to hate the person you're in love with.//
He sighed dejectedly all through his shower, stresses as he dried himself off and pulled on his clothes, and cringed as his hand found the doorknob.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly before pushing it open and braced himself for the verbal onslaught that he expected to come lashing out at him.
When he was met with silence, his eyes snapped open to survey the room: Completely empty and tidied up.
He paused by his dresser to retrieve a pair of socks before venturing out into the hallway. His ears picked up noise in the kitchen and he headed in that direction cautiously. When he reached the doorway, he was met with the sight of Sydney puttering around his kitchen.
He felt strangely domesticated. Seeing her there made her think of those perfect families. He half expected to see children run by him.
//Perfect little house with the white picket fence and 2.4 children.//
He made himself known to her by clearing his throat and pulling out a stool by the counter.
"I thought I'd make you coffee. I remember where everything was from when I watched you last night." she rambled, placing a steaming travel cup in front of him. "And I know we sorta missed breakfast so I figured you'd want to eat something." she continued as she set a bran muffin by his coffee.
Silence ensued for all of 10 seconds before she blurted out, "I'm sorry." He just sighed.
Do you see what I mean when I say we have problems to work out?" She nodded quietly, her head lowering to her chest. He gathered up his late breakfast, collected his car keys and turned around to face her again.
"There's a spare key behind the biggest picture frame on the mantle," he said, motioning towards the living room. "Lock up when you leave."
She nodded again, wringing her hands.
He sighed (a popular action that morning) then made his way to her. She looked up when he stopped in front of her, slightly confused. He took the opportunity to drop a soft kiss on her lips.
"I'll call you here as soon as my meeting's over." He kissed her again before he turned and left the house.