BULLETPROOF.
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: Here's chapter one! Feedback is really appreciated!
Spoilers: None, as of yet.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (Two words....not mine)
Disclaimer: Two more words. Not mine!
Category: It's not really set after anything...just a alternate I guess, Sydney/Vaughn side-series, really.
Chapter One: The Meeting.
Sydney leaned her head backwards against the cool porceline of the bathtub. Letting out a small sigh, she was glad that she didn't have work that night. Although she still referred to four a.m. the middle of the night, Sloane didn't. He had her going on a mission to Japan the next "morning", her flight left at four a.m. And then of course she would have her handlers' counter-mission to do as well.
Bending forwards, she turned the tap marked with 'cold' off, and let the pure hot water stream at her feet. She knew that if she let it run too long, Francie would get mad at her for using all the hot water, and she would come out looking like a shriveled lobster. But she didn't care. If she had to 'save the world' tommorrow, she deserved a bubble bath!
The shrill ringing of her phone jerked her thoughts away from her. Groaning, she turned the tap off, and leaned to take the cordless phone from the toilet seat. Sometimes a girl just couldn't get any relaxation!
" Hello?....." she asked, not even trying to hide her annoyance. Even though the voice on the other end made her stomach do cartwheels, she was still royally pissed off. Hanging up, she drained the tub, and threw on the nearest robe. She was wrong. Even superheros don't get baths.
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Vaughn stared at the phone, silently wishing it to ring. He knew he didn't have to call her, he had already told her everything she needed to know about her counter-mission the day before between two gas pumps. But part of him ached to hear her voice. 'Alright, dude, now you're just playing dumb. Sydney doesn't want to talk to you, it's her night off! Let her relax!' He was thinking this as he dialed her phone number.
" Joey's Pizza?....." he murmured, asking himself why he was doing this.
" Got the wrong number." he heard her voice on the other line. And the sound of water splashing. 'Damn it, you were right,' he silently berated himself, 'She just wanted to take a bath, but your too wound up and you have to go and ruin her day, too! It's not even about SD-6, or the FBI for that matter!' Vaughn hung up the phone, and decided he had lost it. He had utterly and completely lost it.
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Jumping out of her car quickly, Sydney did a small spot search before entering the ware house she was to meet Vaughn. Typical. As soon as she relaxes, he goes and phones, and frazzles her nerves again.
Pushing through the door, Sydney walked through the foundation-and-pipe- bearing room until she reached the one she knew all-too-well. She immediately saw his figure in the middle of the room, his head bowed.
" Vaughn? Is everything alright?" she asked, quickly crossing the room. Vaughn slightly jumped, and turned around to face her. She looked normal for once. No red wigs, no skintight leather, no...anything. She was Sydney. Sydney, the type of girl that he could fall in love with.
When he realized he hadn't replied for over a minute, he quickly said the first thing that popped into his mind.
" I'm fine! Absolutely! Why do you ask?" as soon as the words left his mouth, he kicked himself. 'She asked because you called her down here at ten at night, when you know she has to be out of the country in five hours.'
" I asked 'cause it's not a normal thing for you to call me down this late, considering I talked to you less then a day ago, Vaughn. What's up?.." she asked, curiosity peaking at her voice. Vaughn looked up, wondering what he had got himself into.
Whatever it was, he had stuck his foot in it this time.
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Looking at Vaughn, Sydney's forehead slightly crinkled. 'Damn those green eyes. Damn that smile. Damn that.... everything. Damn him for making me forget about Danny, and damn him for confusing me so much.' she thought, watching as his face changed to utterly confused to deep thought. Sydney was silent, too stuck in her own thoughts. 'You haven't even mourned Danny, what the hell did you go falling for him? Falling for your handler? What if someone finds out?....You'll never see him again, probably." Sydney sighed silently, knowing she too had that same confused look.
" I uh, called you down here because...well, I'm not too sure. I just needed to talk to someone. Hear someone's voice...I know I shouldn't have bothered you or anything,..."
Sydney smiled slightly, watching him shift uncomfortably. Extending one hand, she rested it on his forearm. He raised his eyes to meet hers.
" Vaughn, it's alright. I understand." she whispered, letting her hand drop down. It was true, though. He didn't even have to say it, but she still understood.
Tell me one more time again,
Just like I didn't hear you,
Like I don't know what's goin' through your mind,
I do.
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: Here's chapter one! Feedback is really appreciated!
Spoilers: None, as of yet.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (Two words....not mine)
Disclaimer: Two more words. Not mine!
Category: It's not really set after anything...just a alternate I guess, Sydney/Vaughn side-series, really.
Chapter One: The Meeting.
Sydney leaned her head backwards against the cool porceline of the bathtub. Letting out a small sigh, she was glad that she didn't have work that night. Although she still referred to four a.m. the middle of the night, Sloane didn't. He had her going on a mission to Japan the next "morning", her flight left at four a.m. And then of course she would have her handlers' counter-mission to do as well.
Bending forwards, she turned the tap marked with 'cold' off, and let the pure hot water stream at her feet. She knew that if she let it run too long, Francie would get mad at her for using all the hot water, and she would come out looking like a shriveled lobster. But she didn't care. If she had to 'save the world' tommorrow, she deserved a bubble bath!
The shrill ringing of her phone jerked her thoughts away from her. Groaning, she turned the tap off, and leaned to take the cordless phone from the toilet seat. Sometimes a girl just couldn't get any relaxation!
" Hello?....." she asked, not even trying to hide her annoyance. Even though the voice on the other end made her stomach do cartwheels, she was still royally pissed off. Hanging up, she drained the tub, and threw on the nearest robe. She was wrong. Even superheros don't get baths.
---
Vaughn stared at the phone, silently wishing it to ring. He knew he didn't have to call her, he had already told her everything she needed to know about her counter-mission the day before between two gas pumps. But part of him ached to hear her voice. 'Alright, dude, now you're just playing dumb. Sydney doesn't want to talk to you, it's her night off! Let her relax!' He was thinking this as he dialed her phone number.
" Joey's Pizza?....." he murmured, asking himself why he was doing this.
" Got the wrong number." he heard her voice on the other line. And the sound of water splashing. 'Damn it, you were right,' he silently berated himself, 'She just wanted to take a bath, but your too wound up and you have to go and ruin her day, too! It's not even about SD-6, or the FBI for that matter!' Vaughn hung up the phone, and decided he had lost it. He had utterly and completely lost it.
---
Jumping out of her car quickly, Sydney did a small spot search before entering the ware house she was to meet Vaughn. Typical. As soon as she relaxes, he goes and phones, and frazzles her nerves again.
Pushing through the door, Sydney walked through the foundation-and-pipe- bearing room until she reached the one she knew all-too-well. She immediately saw his figure in the middle of the room, his head bowed.
" Vaughn? Is everything alright?" she asked, quickly crossing the room. Vaughn slightly jumped, and turned around to face her. She looked normal for once. No red wigs, no skintight leather, no...anything. She was Sydney. Sydney, the type of girl that he could fall in love with.
When he realized he hadn't replied for over a minute, he quickly said the first thing that popped into his mind.
" I'm fine! Absolutely! Why do you ask?" as soon as the words left his mouth, he kicked himself. 'She asked because you called her down here at ten at night, when you know she has to be out of the country in five hours.'
" I asked 'cause it's not a normal thing for you to call me down this late, considering I talked to you less then a day ago, Vaughn. What's up?.." she asked, curiosity peaking at her voice. Vaughn looked up, wondering what he had got himself into.
Whatever it was, he had stuck his foot in it this time.
---
Looking at Vaughn, Sydney's forehead slightly crinkled. 'Damn those green eyes. Damn that smile. Damn that.... everything. Damn him for making me forget about Danny, and damn him for confusing me so much.' she thought, watching as his face changed to utterly confused to deep thought. Sydney was silent, too stuck in her own thoughts. 'You haven't even mourned Danny, what the hell did you go falling for him? Falling for your handler? What if someone finds out?....You'll never see him again, probably." Sydney sighed silently, knowing she too had that same confused look.
" I uh, called you down here because...well, I'm not too sure. I just needed to talk to someone. Hear someone's voice...I know I shouldn't have bothered you or anything,..."
Sydney smiled slightly, watching him shift uncomfortably. Extending one hand, she rested it on his forearm. He raised his eyes to meet hers.
" Vaughn, it's alright. I understand." she whispered, letting her hand drop down. It was true, though. He didn't even have to say it, but she still understood.
Tell me one more time again,
Just like I didn't hear you,
Like I don't know what's goin' through your mind,
I do.