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A/N: Ok, ok, I feel really mean now, leaving it where it was. So I finished watching Fight Club last night, which was around 11.30 and started writing the next chapter. I was going to finish it, but my sis threatened to knock me out, if I didn't turn off the light and go to sleep. The things I do for you. Thanks once again and season well wishes to all of you who have reviewed. You guys rox!!! I had trouble deciding which song Syd should sing. It was a battle between 'All I Want For Christmas' and 'Santa Baby'. I hope I've made the right choice. Well enough of me ramberling on, here's the next chapter. A thousand apologises for any mistakes. Hope you like it. R&R and Enjoy! Happy Christmas - Bex
".. the gorgeous Miss Sydney Bristow."
'That's my cue.' Syd thought, as she walked onto the stage, mike in her hand.
She stared at the full restaurant audience, who were staring straight back at her. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her hands were shaking even more now.
'Ok. Stay calm. Relax. Just picture the audience in their underwear.' She told herself.
She spotted a balding, fat guy in the front row. He gave her a slimy grin, which revealed a piece of mushroom stuck between his teeth.
'On second thought, maybe not! All right, on second thought lets pretend that you are singing to Vaughn. At least then the words have meaning. Plus you can pretend that you date is Vaughn, so it doesn't seem like the end of the world as we know it.'
She closed her eyes, raised the mike to her lips, begged that she could make a sound and prayed that she would remember all the words.
'Come on. I can't stuff up now.'
Luckily for her, the words seemed to remember themselves. They just seem to flow from her mouth and fill the silent restaurant, with beautiful noise:
'I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about the presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas,
Is you...
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about the presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I don't need to hang my stocking,
There upon the fireplace,
Santa Claus won't make me happy,
With a toy on Christmas day,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas,
Is you.
You baby'
Vaughn was absolutely gob smacked. Right there on the stage in front of him was Sydney Bristow. His agent. And not only did she look like an angel, she sang like one to. He watched in awe, as she pointed her finger at the audience on the word 'You'. He could have sworn that she was pointing at him. His eyes were transfixed on the stage, intoxicated by her voice, just like everyone else in the room.
'I won't ask for much this Christmas,
I won't even wish for snow,
I'm just gonna keep on waiting,
Underneath the mistletoe,
I won't make a list and send it,
To the North Pole for Saint Nick,
I won't even stay awake to,
Hear those magic reindeer click,
'Cause I just want you here tonight,
Holding on to me so tight,
What more can I do,
Baby all I want for Christmas,
Is you...
You...
All the lights are shining,
So brightly everywhere,
And the sound of children's,
Laughter fills the air,
And everyone is singing,
I hear those sleigh bells ringing,
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need,
Won't you please bring my baby to me...
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'm asking for,
I just wanna see baby,
Standing right outside my door,
Oh I just want you for my own,
More that you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Christmas,
Is you..,,,,,
All I want for Christmas is you baby'
When Sydney finished, there was an amazed hush that spread through out the room for a moment, before the audience exploded into cheers. It was probably the loudest applause the audience had given all evening. Syd felt herself begin to blush at all the wolf whistles and encores.
"Wow.." Terry struggled for words, "I mean WOW! We have a priceless little number here. I don't know where to start the bidding. How about $20? Do I hear $20? $30, do I hear $40? $40.."
The bids were coming in fast. As soon as one had made his bid, a new one was made. It took Vaughn a second to break the spell he was under, before he joined in with the bids. Soon the bid was up to $220 and Vaughn noticed that there were only two bidders left. Him and Will.
'Damn it. Why did I pay him so much?' Vaughn wondered, as Will raised his bid.
Sydney was shocked at how many bids there were. Soon the price was getting higher and higher, till one by one the bidders dropped out. There were only two bidders left now. One of them was Will and the other.. It took all of Sydney's will power to stop her from falling over in shock. The other bidder was Vaughn. Her handler Michael Vaughn. He was sitting on a table near the back, with some blond and Wiess. Both of them were staring at Vaughn, very amused. Vaughn was here. It took a few seconds for that thought to sink in. He was here and he was bidding on her. On her!
'God damn you Will. You can stop bidding now. I want him to win.' She desperately tried to tell Will telepathically.
But it was no good. The bidding fight continued.
Vaughn was desperate to end this and win.
'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' He thought.
"$325." Vaughn called out, knowing it was all the money he had with him.
And to his glee, Will didn't have enough.
"$325 going once, going twice, three times. And sold." Terry announced, "To the gentlemen at the back, wearing the suit. Well that's it folks. Thank you and have a great Christmas."
Vaughn's eyes met Sydney's across the room. They smiled at each other knowingly. He had won her. A date with the girl he completely in love with.
'Maybe this wasn't a waste of time after all.' He thought smugly.
A/N: Don't tell me that some of you actually thought that I was going to let Will win?! Please, I'm a huge Syd & Vaughn shipper. Everyone knows that they are made for each other, just read my other f/f 'Devils and Angels' (which I hopefully will be updating soon.) So do you want to know about 'The Date'? Or are you happy with them just looking googly eyed at each other, like the Alias writers always have them doing?
A/N: Ok, ok, I feel really mean now, leaving it where it was. So I finished watching Fight Club last night, which was around 11.30 and started writing the next chapter. I was going to finish it, but my sis threatened to knock me out, if I didn't turn off the light and go to sleep. The things I do for you. Thanks once again and season well wishes to all of you who have reviewed. You guys rox!!! I had trouble deciding which song Syd should sing. It was a battle between 'All I Want For Christmas' and 'Santa Baby'. I hope I've made the right choice. Well enough of me ramberling on, here's the next chapter. A thousand apologises for any mistakes. Hope you like it. R&R and Enjoy! Happy Christmas - Bex
".. the gorgeous Miss Sydney Bristow."
'That's my cue.' Syd thought, as she walked onto the stage, mike in her hand.
She stared at the full restaurant audience, who were staring straight back at her. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her hands were shaking even more now.
'Ok. Stay calm. Relax. Just picture the audience in their underwear.' She told herself.
She spotted a balding, fat guy in the front row. He gave her a slimy grin, which revealed a piece of mushroom stuck between his teeth.
'On second thought, maybe not! All right, on second thought lets pretend that you are singing to Vaughn. At least then the words have meaning. Plus you can pretend that you date is Vaughn, so it doesn't seem like the end of the world as we know it.'
She closed her eyes, raised the mike to her lips, begged that she could make a sound and prayed that she would remember all the words.
'Come on. I can't stuff up now.'
Luckily for her, the words seemed to remember themselves. They just seem to flow from her mouth and fill the silent restaurant, with beautiful noise:
'I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about the presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas,
Is you...
I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about the presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I don't need to hang my stocking,
There upon the fireplace,
Santa Claus won't make me happy,
With a toy on Christmas day,
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas,
Is you.
You baby'
Vaughn was absolutely gob smacked. Right there on the stage in front of him was Sydney Bristow. His agent. And not only did she look like an angel, she sang like one to. He watched in awe, as she pointed her finger at the audience on the word 'You'. He could have sworn that she was pointing at him. His eyes were transfixed on the stage, intoxicated by her voice, just like everyone else in the room.
'I won't ask for much this Christmas,
I won't even wish for snow,
I'm just gonna keep on waiting,
Underneath the mistletoe,
I won't make a list and send it,
To the North Pole for Saint Nick,
I won't even stay awake to,
Hear those magic reindeer click,
'Cause I just want you here tonight,
Holding on to me so tight,
What more can I do,
Baby all I want for Christmas,
Is you...
You...
All the lights are shining,
So brightly everywhere,
And the sound of children's,
Laughter fills the air,
And everyone is singing,
I hear those sleigh bells ringing,
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need,
Won't you please bring my baby to me...
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'm asking for,
I just wanna see baby,
Standing right outside my door,
Oh I just want you for my own,
More that you could ever know,
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Christmas,
Is you..,,,,,
All I want for Christmas is you baby'
When Sydney finished, there was an amazed hush that spread through out the room for a moment, before the audience exploded into cheers. It was probably the loudest applause the audience had given all evening. Syd felt herself begin to blush at all the wolf whistles and encores.
"Wow.." Terry struggled for words, "I mean WOW! We have a priceless little number here. I don't know where to start the bidding. How about $20? Do I hear $20? $30, do I hear $40? $40.."
The bids were coming in fast. As soon as one had made his bid, a new one was made. It took Vaughn a second to break the spell he was under, before he joined in with the bids. Soon the bid was up to $220 and Vaughn noticed that there were only two bidders left. Him and Will.
'Damn it. Why did I pay him so much?' Vaughn wondered, as Will raised his bid.
Sydney was shocked at how many bids there were. Soon the price was getting higher and higher, till one by one the bidders dropped out. There were only two bidders left now. One of them was Will and the other.. It took all of Sydney's will power to stop her from falling over in shock. The other bidder was Vaughn. Her handler Michael Vaughn. He was sitting on a table near the back, with some blond and Wiess. Both of them were staring at Vaughn, very amused. Vaughn was here. It took a few seconds for that thought to sink in. He was here and he was bidding on her. On her!
'God damn you Will. You can stop bidding now. I want him to win.' She desperately tried to tell Will telepathically.
But it was no good. The bidding fight continued.
Vaughn was desperate to end this and win.
'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' He thought.
"$325." Vaughn called out, knowing it was all the money he had with him.
And to his glee, Will didn't have enough.
"$325 going once, going twice, three times. And sold." Terry announced, "To the gentlemen at the back, wearing the suit. Well that's it folks. Thank you and have a great Christmas."
Vaughn's eyes met Sydney's across the room. They smiled at each other knowingly. He had won her. A date with the girl he completely in love with.
'Maybe this wasn't a waste of time after all.' He thought smugly.
A/N: Don't tell me that some of you actually thought that I was going to let Will win?! Please, I'm a huge Syd & Vaughn shipper. Everyone knows that they are made for each other, just read my other f/f 'Devils and Angels' (which I hopefully will be updating soon.) So do you want to know about 'The Date'? Or are you happy with them just looking googly eyed at each other, like the Alias writers always have them doing?