Author: Kim Phan

E-mail: hibiscus_sweetie@hotmail.com

Rating: PG for now, maybe PG-13 later

Disclaimer: Look all I own is my journal which I barely even write in. I don't Alias, its characters, and/or anything else. Don't sue! Please I don't think I'll even have money for college.

Archive: Don't have one at the moment, but if you want it, take it. Just credit me and an e-mail would be nice. :)

Feedback: Please, pretty please?? Be easy on me though. It's my first ever fan fic.

Summary: This takes place 10 years after SD-6 is gone and Sydney has quit the CIA. She is not with Vaughn and has moved back to L.A. after being in New York for the past 7 years. She is not alone though, and by chance the two people she hoped would never meet, somehow find each other. Not what you think! Total S/V fic!

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews. I know I kind of took the easy way out with Joey not being that angry, but honestly I didn't want this to turn into an angst fic. That's for another time. Besides if Joey became was about Vaughn and everything, it would turn into a long, long fic and I have only so much patience to concentrate on a certain fic. Too many ideas, too little time. :)

If anyone really wants the whole angst thing and turn my idea into Joey getting mad about Vaughn, email me about it and you can go ahead and write it.

Because many people really want at least two more chapters, I've decided I'll be writing two more chapters at least. Maybe three, depending on where I take this. So long and lots of love. Till next time! Enjoy!

Chapter 6

As Sydney stepped out of the car, she took a good look at the outdoor restaurant. Every table was covered with a pale gold tablecloth and had a single white candle in a heart shaped silver holder. Ivy and lights were strewn in the railing surrounding the restaurant. The back wall was painted with the scene of an old French village. In the middle was a picture of a young couple in love. It was beautiful. Vaughn said he picked the restaurant for its name since it fitted her so well. She didn't find out the name until just now though. Beauté Classique (Classic Beauty). Sydney blushed at the silent compliment he had paid her. It felt so great to be here with Vaughn in public. She suddenly realized that this was their first date. They had never had an actual date before. It seemed silly considering how well they knew each other.

They were lead to their table. She was surprised the restaurant hadn't cancelled their reservation. Sydney had taken so long to get ready. At first, she couldn't seem to find the perfect dress she wanted. Finally, she settled for a spaghetti strap, red evening gown that was lined with diamonds in the neckline. Then there was her hair. She took two hours with the curler getting her hair to curl just right. After that were her shoes. She realized she didn't have any red shoes so she called Francie up and had her bring a pair. At least, she was happy with the final look or at least the look Vaughn gave her when he saw her.

He didn't look bad himself. Vaughn wore a black suit with a white dress shirt. Leaving a few buttons open on the shirt, he was the epitome of class and sexuality. His hair had become more ruffled than usual, the wrinkles in his forehead disappearing for the moment, and his eyes seems to sparkle even more in the nightlight.

"How did you find this place? It's wonderful," Sydney asked as they were seated.

"I thought you'd like it. My sister had her engagement party here," Vaughn explained. He took her hand in his and they stayed like that for awhile, just looking into each other's eyes and smiling.

"Ahem.." the waiter cleared his throat. Vaughn and Syd paid no attention to him.

"Excuse, but would you like to order?" the waiter asked in an annoyed tone.

Realizing he was waiting for them to respond, Vaughn reluctantly tore his gaze away from Sydney and answered, "Um. Yes. We would like chicken caesar salad and filet mignon. Also please bring me a bottle of white wine."

"Of course, monsieur. I'll be back soon," the waiter replied. Vaughn had already turned his attention back to Sydney.

"Joey is really warming up to you. I'm surprised he took it so well. I'm glad he did though," Sydney said.

"Yeah, me too. I promised him I would take him to a Kings game next weekend. That's okay right?" Vaughn asked. Sydney smiled.

"Of course, Michael. He's your son. You don't have to ask me if it's okay," Sydney replied. Vaughn laughed. Sydney was right, but it just seemed weird was all. Soon the waiter came back with their food and wine.

"Hmm...this is fantastic!" Sydney exclaimed as she took a bite of her salad.

"Yeah, this place has the best food in all of LA," Vaughn said as he took a sip of wine from the cool glass.

Vaughn and Sydney sat and talked for hours about Joey, his life in LA, and her life in NY. Vaughn still worked for the CIA, but he had a desk job now and didn't have to come in very much. Instead, he focused a lot of his time on coaching hockey. Sydney was happy about that for her own selfish reasons. This meant that he wasn't anyone else's handler, and he would be able to spend more time with their son.

"Would you like some dessert?" the waiter asked after they had finished their dinner.

"What would you like?" Vaughn asked Sydney. Sydney's eyes skimmed over the tray of dessert and settled for a slice of strawberry cheesecake. Since the slice was so big, they decided to share it. So they stayed there eating cheesecake and talking. Soon it was getting late, and everyone else except a couple of waiters had left.

"Maybe we should leave, Michael. The waiters are giving us irritated looks," Sydney said with a smile. Vaughn chuckled.

"Maybe you're right. It is getting late. Joey might get worried," Vaughn replied as he took a look at his watch. After paying the bill and leaving a big tip for the waiters' troubles, they left the restaurant hand in hand and headed home.

Although the car ride was silent, it was the kind of peaceful silence that didn't need to be filled with words. As Vaughn drove along the quiet streets, Sydney stared out the window at the many shops and scenery that was Los Angeles. Sydney thought about how wonderful this night had been while Vaughn thought this night was just beginning.

When they reached Sydney's doorstep, there was an awkward pause.

"So..." Vaughn said.

"So...would you like to come in?" Sydney blurted out. Vaughn smiled and nodded. Placing a hand on the small of her back as she opened the door, they came into her apartment. What she saw there amazed her. Everywhere on the ground were pink rose petals, the background was lit with various candles giving the living room a warm feel to it, and in the middle of it all was a large box with a red ribbon on top. Sydney stood there motionless for a few seconds before she felt Vaughn's breath near her ear.

"Well, aren't you going to open the box?" Vaughn whispered, smiling. Sydney smiled back and step forward to open the box. *I wonder what it could be* Sydney thought. When she opened the box, she was surprised to find another box. Soon the boxes became smaller and smaller until there was only one box left. This one was different from the rest though. The other boxes had been wrapped with tissue paper and had been made of cardboard. This box was made of blue velvet and lined with gold. By this time, Vaughn was kneeling on the ground on one knee and took the box from Sydney's hand and opened it. In the box was a solitaire diamond ring. Sydney gasped.

"Sydney. From the first time I met you with your red bozo hair, I knew I was in for it. No matter how much I tried to forget you, it just got too hard. I had never met anyone like you before. You're smart, caring, kind, and strong. You're all I could ever ask for in a woman. I don't know how I got so lucky to meet a person like you. You made me forget all CIA protocol when you were around. You made me a better person and for that I'll be eternally grateful. I've kept this box with me for a long, long time waiting for a moment like this to come. I know this is our first date and all, but I think we've known each other long enough, don't you think? Sydney Bristow, will you marry me?" Vaughn finished. By this time, Sydney already had puddles in her eyes. She pulled Vaughn up from the floor and kissed him with all her heart.

As they pulled apart, Vaughn jokingly asked, "So it that a yes?" Sydney swatted his arm and nodded.

"Of course. If I wanted to say no, I wouldn't have kissed you, Mr. Vaughn," Sydney said with a smile. Vaughn grinned back at her.

"Wait, where's Joey?" Sydney asked, puzzled as to where her son could be.

"He's staying at Francie's tonight," Vaughn whispered.

"I love you," Sydney said softly.

"I love you too," Vaughn replied with a gentle smile. And with that, Sydney grinned and slowly led Vaughn to her bedroom.

*Hey guys, what did you think? I've decided the next one will really be the last chapter. It will probably be long though because I'm going to include the wedding in it as well. The Vaughn POV story will probably start after this one is finished.