Title: Finally
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: I can't believe I actually had another chapter that I forgot to post. If there's anyone who's still interested in this story, then by all means. Read this chapter! Hope you like. I don't really know why I want to post it. It ended really well in Chapter 13.. But there were loose ties sooooooooo.. Here it is!!! Enjoy lol
He sat across from Sydney, watching her as she wrote up a report of their last mission. They were partners in crime now (so to speak) and were approaching their sixth month as partners. He hadn't realized he was still staring until she pointed it out.
"You were spaced out for a while there, Mike." She laughed, her smile lighting up her face. "I've been calling your name! Is there something on my face?"
The corners of his lips raised in a soft smile before shook his head and looked down, pretending to work. She giggled softly, and continued to work.
She began to hum softly as she wrote, and he was transported back into a time when she sang that exact song to him. Granted, he was basically passed out, he remembered the night clearly. How she had taken care of him, truly loved him.
She proved herself to him time and time again, getting him through work, and then being very understanding when he disappeared for 2 months for SD-6 training.
Both acted quite surprised and happy (acting, mind you) when Sloane broke the news of their new partnership. They laughed at the irony of it all, then left early for lunch.
And now, sitting across from her, he knew that his gaze was radiating love, and that she could feel its warmth. He confirmed his knowledge as he watched a deep pink blush rise from her neck up to her cheeks. He chuckled out loud, his smile matching hers.
"Hey Syd.."
She looked up at him questioningly. "Yeah?"
"Let's go to lunch. I know a great coffee place.." Her smile brightened, jumping up almost immediately and running into Sloane's office. A few moments later, she exited with her boss at her side, him smiling as he shoved her out the door. "Go on, you two love birds. Get out of here. See you both tomorrow."
He was grinning proudly, to the capacity of a father, as Sydney walked away from him and took Mike's hand. It took all of Mike's training and acting skills to not lose the contents of his stomach all over the clean floor.
As they walked hand in hand towards the elevator, Mike leaned down to her and brushed his lips over her ears. "I'm surprised he likes us together."
"So am I.. Maybe it's his way of making it up to me. You know, giving me a life." She leaned closer to him as the elevator doors closed behind them. "Frankly, I don't care. I have you, don't I?"
Michael laughed. "That you do, Ms. Bristow. That you do."
"I'm glad, Mr. Lewis. I really am." He flinched slightly at his name, considering it wasn't really his. But she didn't seem to notice.
She tugged him along out into the street, walking briskly in the autumn weather towards his car. As he fumbled around for his keys, her cell phone rang shrilly.
"Hello?.. Hi Dad. Of course I'm fine!.." She paused for awhile, listening intently. "We're going out to lunch right now. The old café we used to go to. Ok? See you in ten."
Michael, who by then was holding the car door open for her, looked at her questioningly.
Sydney just shook her head slightly. "He has something important to tell us."
//Important.//
He vaguely remembered Jack Bristow briefing the both of them one night, months ago. "The only time I will ever call you on an insecure line will be to deliver news. Namely, the take-down of SD-6."
"Which line was that, Sydney?"
She looked up at him, mirroring his look of hope and confusion. "The SD-6 line. He talked vaguely. Offered no names, and neither did I."
Michael nodded, and then carefully closed the passenger seat door when she was safely seated. He quickly made his way over to the driver's side, opened the door and slid in.
They made it to the café in record time, but still arrived after Jack, his car parked on the opposite side of the street. They waved to him through the window, and he nodded, acknowledging them.
Once inside, they found his booth, only to find that each of their regulars were already placed on the table waiting for them.
"Sit," Jack ordered softly, motioning to the empty bench. Sydney sat, followed by Mike. Her eyes raked over his face, noticing a difference but not quite able to pinpoint it.
"What's happened, Dad?" Jack Bristow cautiously surveyed his daughter and her boyfriend/partner. He needed to be careful with how he said this, approached it.
"I needed to tell you something. I don't like pretenses, so I'm just gonna jump right into it." He took a nice, long, deep breath. "The CIA is now in possession of intel that is detrimental to SD-6. The scheduled take-down is to commence in.." he checked his watch, and then quickly looked back to the two people facing him. "15 minutes. Congratulations, you two. You've done it. SD-6 is soon-to-be non-existent."
Sydney let out a little whoop, throwing her arms around a very startled Mike.
"Hey Vaughn?" He looked up at her instantaneously at the mention of his old name.
"Take me home."
There was no way he'd deny her that.
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: I can't believe I actually had another chapter that I forgot to post. If there's anyone who's still interested in this story, then by all means. Read this chapter! Hope you like. I don't really know why I want to post it. It ended really well in Chapter 13.. But there were loose ties sooooooooo.. Here it is!!! Enjoy lol
He sat across from Sydney, watching her as she wrote up a report of their last mission. They were partners in crime now (so to speak) and were approaching their sixth month as partners. He hadn't realized he was still staring until she pointed it out.
"You were spaced out for a while there, Mike." She laughed, her smile lighting up her face. "I've been calling your name! Is there something on my face?"
The corners of his lips raised in a soft smile before shook his head and looked down, pretending to work. She giggled softly, and continued to work.
She began to hum softly as she wrote, and he was transported back into a time when she sang that exact song to him. Granted, he was basically passed out, he remembered the night clearly. How she had taken care of him, truly loved him.
She proved herself to him time and time again, getting him through work, and then being very understanding when he disappeared for 2 months for SD-6 training.
Both acted quite surprised and happy (acting, mind you) when Sloane broke the news of their new partnership. They laughed at the irony of it all, then left early for lunch.
And now, sitting across from her, he knew that his gaze was radiating love, and that she could feel its warmth. He confirmed his knowledge as he watched a deep pink blush rise from her neck up to her cheeks. He chuckled out loud, his smile matching hers.
"Hey Syd.."
She looked up at him questioningly. "Yeah?"
"Let's go to lunch. I know a great coffee place.." Her smile brightened, jumping up almost immediately and running into Sloane's office. A few moments later, she exited with her boss at her side, him smiling as he shoved her out the door. "Go on, you two love birds. Get out of here. See you both tomorrow."
He was grinning proudly, to the capacity of a father, as Sydney walked away from him and took Mike's hand. It took all of Mike's training and acting skills to not lose the contents of his stomach all over the clean floor.
As they walked hand in hand towards the elevator, Mike leaned down to her and brushed his lips over her ears. "I'm surprised he likes us together."
"So am I.. Maybe it's his way of making it up to me. You know, giving me a life." She leaned closer to him as the elevator doors closed behind them. "Frankly, I don't care. I have you, don't I?"
Michael laughed. "That you do, Ms. Bristow. That you do."
"I'm glad, Mr. Lewis. I really am." He flinched slightly at his name, considering it wasn't really his. But she didn't seem to notice.
She tugged him along out into the street, walking briskly in the autumn weather towards his car. As he fumbled around for his keys, her cell phone rang shrilly.
"Hello?.. Hi Dad. Of course I'm fine!.." She paused for awhile, listening intently. "We're going out to lunch right now. The old café we used to go to. Ok? See you in ten."
Michael, who by then was holding the car door open for her, looked at her questioningly.
Sydney just shook her head slightly. "He has something important to tell us."
//Important.//
He vaguely remembered Jack Bristow briefing the both of them one night, months ago. "The only time I will ever call you on an insecure line will be to deliver news. Namely, the take-down of SD-6."
"Which line was that, Sydney?"
She looked up at him, mirroring his look of hope and confusion. "The SD-6 line. He talked vaguely. Offered no names, and neither did I."
Michael nodded, and then carefully closed the passenger seat door when she was safely seated. He quickly made his way over to the driver's side, opened the door and slid in.
They made it to the café in record time, but still arrived after Jack, his car parked on the opposite side of the street. They waved to him through the window, and he nodded, acknowledging them.
Once inside, they found his booth, only to find that each of their regulars were already placed on the table waiting for them.
"Sit," Jack ordered softly, motioning to the empty bench. Sydney sat, followed by Mike. Her eyes raked over his face, noticing a difference but not quite able to pinpoint it.
"What's happened, Dad?" Jack Bristow cautiously surveyed his daughter and her boyfriend/partner. He needed to be careful with how he said this, approached it.
"I needed to tell you something. I don't like pretenses, so I'm just gonna jump right into it." He took a nice, long, deep breath. "The CIA is now in possession of intel that is detrimental to SD-6. The scheduled take-down is to commence in.." he checked his watch, and then quickly looked back to the two people facing him. "15 minutes. Congratulations, you two. You've done it. SD-6 is soon-to-be non-existent."
Sydney let out a little whoop, throwing her arms around a very startled Mike.
"Hey Vaughn?" He looked up at her instantaneously at the mention of his old name.
"Take me home."
There was no way he'd deny her that.