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A/N: Wow! Thanks a lot, again, for all of your reviews. You guys are angels. I thought that you wouldn't be satisfied by the usual googly eyes routine. So here we are, 'The Date'. My creative juices have almost run dry, so I think that this'll be last chapter. Sorry. But I have tried my best to give you a good ending. So with out further a do, I'll get on with it. Here you go. R&R, ENJOY and have a great Christmas and an excellent New Year- Bex
Sydney emerged from her bedroom wearing a long, elegant black dress. It had spaghetti-straps and a criss-cross back. It clung to her body, showing off every perfect curve, as if she had been dipped in black ink. She wore her hair up, pinned into place by a pair of chopsticks, with a few loose strands framing her face.
"How do I look?" She asked Francie for the tenth time.
"You look great, fabulous, like a goddess. Just like you did in the other 7 outfits you tried on. What is up with you Syd?" Francie asked, "You've never met this guy before, this is your first date, which he won and yet you're acting as if he's the guy that you are meant to spend the rest of your life with."
"I just want to make a good impression. He did pay $325 for me."
It was partly true. She did want to make a good impression on Vaughn. But she wanted him to see the real her. Not the spy. Not the double agent. Not the lie that she lived. The real Sydney Bristow, who was completely in love with him.
'And I get that chance to show him tonight. On our date.' She thought in delight.
She still couldn't believe that it was true. It felt like a dream. She was about to have a date with her handler, the one man in the country that she wasn't meant to date, forsake all protocol, look and touch him public, and under the perfect cover of two 'strangers'. And some how, a strange act of fate had made this all possible.
She had to admit that she was even more petrified now, then at the auction. She looked at the clock, her heart beginning to race.
"Oh no. I've got to go soon." She moaned.
"Thank god that you haven't got enough time to try on another outfit." Francie muttered, then she saw that Syd was about to ask her something, "Oh no you don't Syd. If you are about to ask me how you look, one more time, I swear I'll scream."
****
Vaughn was just as nervous. He sat at a table inside of Francie restaurant, playing with the edge of the tablecloth, as he waited for Sydney. His date. He wondered why those words sounded so weird.
He was wearing a light blue top, which his sister said brought out the colour of his eyes, and black slacks. His sister had found it highly amusing, when he asked for her opinion on what he should wear. She pointed out that he'd never gone to these lengths on any other date, so why was a date with a complete stranger so different? It was so different, because Sydney Bristow was, well, Sydney Bristow. There was no other way of explaining it.
"Hi." A gentle voice greeted behind him.
Vaughn spun his head round and was greeted by a vision of Sydney looking completely stunning.
"Oh..wo...I mean.." He was completely breathless, struggling to form a compliment.
Sydney smiled at her success. The outfit was creating the desired effect.
"You don't look so bad yourself." She tease, "So, we're back here again."
"Yeah. I tried to get us a table at Joey's Pizza, but they were fully booked." He joked.
She laughed, causing Vaughn to blush slightly. He stood up abruptly.
"Where are my manners?" He scolded himself, as he pulled out her chair.
"Well, Mr Vaughn, you are a perfect gentleman." She said sitting down, then studied the menu, "Have you order?"
"No I was waiting for you."
There was a long pause.
"So..." They both began at the same time.
They laughed.
"You first." He said beating her to it.
"I was just wondering who that blond was, with you and Wiess at the auction?"
"Ah, that would be my sister, Melissa."
"Oh. Tell me about your family. I don't know much about them."
"Ok. Well, Melissa is the youngest. She is an utter lost cause and has no sense of direction. Then there's my younger brother, Nick, who's an architect. And then there's my older sister, Samantha. She's a doctor and is happily married to an engineer, called Owen. There have two kids, Jody, who's 6 and Bobby, who's 3. And finally there's my mum, Brigitte. She's determined to make me hurry up and settle down with a nice girl."
Sydney smiled at how proud Vaughn looked talking about his family. This was the perfect start to a perfect evening. It was full of dancing, dining, talking and laughter. There were few exchanges of funny childhood memories and first dates. The way they talk and acted around each other, would make anyone think that they had know each other for the whole of their lives, instead of the supposed 'strangers' they were meant to be.
All too quickly, the date was over. Vaughn hailed a cab and they went back to Sydney's place for coffee.
"Here we are." Syd announced, opening the door, "Francie's gone out to a film with Will and she's going to crash at his place afterwards."
Vaughn walked in, breathing in his new surroundings. He was inside Sydney's flat, was the last place he ever thought he would be. He scanned the room, taking in as much information as possible. Tonight he had seen a part of Sydney he'd never seen before. The real her.
"How do you like your coffee?" She asked.
"Milk, no sugar thanks."
She watched him, amused, as he stared at the living room.
"What's so fascinating?"
"You can tell a lot about a person from what their house is like." He informed her.
"God, you've never seen my bedroom." She muttered.
She blushed when she realised what she had just said. Vaughn looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I can't believe I just said that!"
He smirked at how embarrassed she was and sat down on the couch. Sydney walked over with two mugs of coffee in her hands. She tripped on one of Francie's books, which was lying on the floor, and spilt coffee all down Vaughn's shirt. Luckily, he managed to catch her before she joined the mugs and coffee on the floor.
"Oh shit! Your shirt! I'm so sorry Vaughn." She apologised.
"Don't worry. The coffee adds a nice touch. Makes it look much better."
They laughed, as he pulled her up onto the couch next to him. She touched his shirt softly, surveying the damage. Instinctively, he placed a hand on her face, gently stroking her cheek, causing her to look at him. Their eyes met, holding each other's steady gaze.
"I love you." The words just seemed to fly out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I have every since the first time I saw you, with the bozo red hair."
It took a second for his words to sink in. He loved her.
"I love you too." She whispered.
Their lips met, gently at first, but the kiss then grew passionately into another. Or was it the same one? She wasn't sure. All that she knew was that she was in Vaughn's arms where she belonged.
He suddenly pulled away.
"Syd.. we can't." He said, slightly breathless.
Her heart sank.
"I want to. God, I do, but it's took risky." He told her gently.
She looked at the floor, completely crushed. Then an idea came to her.
"I could always tell Francie and anyone who asks at SD-6 that we got drunk, slept together, but won't be seeing each other again, because our personalities clashed." She suggested, playing with his collar.
He smiled at her seductively.
"Works for me." He said picking her up and heading towards the bedroom.
******
Sydney was woken the next morning by the soft sunlight that had managed to seep its way through her curtains. She grinned as the memories of last night came flooding back. She reached over to find that Vaughn was no longer lying next to her. She sat up, confused. Where Vaughn once lay, there was now a present and a note on his pillow. She picked it up and read it:
Sydney,
I'm sorry that I had to leave, but I was needed at work. You looked so peaceful sleeping, that I didn't want to wake you. I had an amazing time last night. One day we'll take down SD-6, and I promise now, that when that day comes, I'll take you out again. Even if it takes an eternity, it'll be worth the wait. I've also left your Christmas present that I've been meaning to give to you. I hope you like it. Merry Christmas.
All my love,
Michael.
Her heart skipped a beat when she read 'all my love'. He loved her as much as she loved him. And they would be together, as soon as they destroyed SD- 6. She opened the present and gasped. She was holding in her hand, the most beautiful pen that she had ever seen. At the bottom was engraved a small M.V. It was a reminder of last night. A reminder what her life would be like without SD-6.
'And it's worth the wait.' She thought, 'He's worth the wait.'
A/N: So there you have it. I hope that most of you are happy with then ending. Like I said before, I'm probably not going to write any more. But review anyway; I want to know what you think. We all know that they will be together one day. Lol! Well have a great Christmas folks and a wicked New Year. Plus check out any others of my f/fs
A/N: Wow! Thanks a lot, again, for all of your reviews. You guys are angels. I thought that you wouldn't be satisfied by the usual googly eyes routine. So here we are, 'The Date'. My creative juices have almost run dry, so I think that this'll be last chapter. Sorry. But I have tried my best to give you a good ending. So with out further a do, I'll get on with it. Here you go. R&R, ENJOY and have a great Christmas and an excellent New Year- Bex
Sydney emerged from her bedroom wearing a long, elegant black dress. It had spaghetti-straps and a criss-cross back. It clung to her body, showing off every perfect curve, as if she had been dipped in black ink. She wore her hair up, pinned into place by a pair of chopsticks, with a few loose strands framing her face.
"How do I look?" She asked Francie for the tenth time.
"You look great, fabulous, like a goddess. Just like you did in the other 7 outfits you tried on. What is up with you Syd?" Francie asked, "You've never met this guy before, this is your first date, which he won and yet you're acting as if he's the guy that you are meant to spend the rest of your life with."
"I just want to make a good impression. He did pay $325 for me."
It was partly true. She did want to make a good impression on Vaughn. But she wanted him to see the real her. Not the spy. Not the double agent. Not the lie that she lived. The real Sydney Bristow, who was completely in love with him.
'And I get that chance to show him tonight. On our date.' She thought in delight.
She still couldn't believe that it was true. It felt like a dream. She was about to have a date with her handler, the one man in the country that she wasn't meant to date, forsake all protocol, look and touch him public, and under the perfect cover of two 'strangers'. And some how, a strange act of fate had made this all possible.
She had to admit that she was even more petrified now, then at the auction. She looked at the clock, her heart beginning to race.
"Oh no. I've got to go soon." She moaned.
"Thank god that you haven't got enough time to try on another outfit." Francie muttered, then she saw that Syd was about to ask her something, "Oh no you don't Syd. If you are about to ask me how you look, one more time, I swear I'll scream."
****
Vaughn was just as nervous. He sat at a table inside of Francie restaurant, playing with the edge of the tablecloth, as he waited for Sydney. His date. He wondered why those words sounded so weird.
He was wearing a light blue top, which his sister said brought out the colour of his eyes, and black slacks. His sister had found it highly amusing, when he asked for her opinion on what he should wear. She pointed out that he'd never gone to these lengths on any other date, so why was a date with a complete stranger so different? It was so different, because Sydney Bristow was, well, Sydney Bristow. There was no other way of explaining it.
"Hi." A gentle voice greeted behind him.
Vaughn spun his head round and was greeted by a vision of Sydney looking completely stunning.
"Oh..wo...I mean.." He was completely breathless, struggling to form a compliment.
Sydney smiled at her success. The outfit was creating the desired effect.
"You don't look so bad yourself." She tease, "So, we're back here again."
"Yeah. I tried to get us a table at Joey's Pizza, but they were fully booked." He joked.
She laughed, causing Vaughn to blush slightly. He stood up abruptly.
"Where are my manners?" He scolded himself, as he pulled out her chair.
"Well, Mr Vaughn, you are a perfect gentleman." She said sitting down, then studied the menu, "Have you order?"
"No I was waiting for you."
There was a long pause.
"So..." They both began at the same time.
They laughed.
"You first." He said beating her to it.
"I was just wondering who that blond was, with you and Wiess at the auction?"
"Ah, that would be my sister, Melissa."
"Oh. Tell me about your family. I don't know much about them."
"Ok. Well, Melissa is the youngest. She is an utter lost cause and has no sense of direction. Then there's my younger brother, Nick, who's an architect. And then there's my older sister, Samantha. She's a doctor and is happily married to an engineer, called Owen. There have two kids, Jody, who's 6 and Bobby, who's 3. And finally there's my mum, Brigitte. She's determined to make me hurry up and settle down with a nice girl."
Sydney smiled at how proud Vaughn looked talking about his family. This was the perfect start to a perfect evening. It was full of dancing, dining, talking and laughter. There were few exchanges of funny childhood memories and first dates. The way they talk and acted around each other, would make anyone think that they had know each other for the whole of their lives, instead of the supposed 'strangers' they were meant to be.
All too quickly, the date was over. Vaughn hailed a cab and they went back to Sydney's place for coffee.
"Here we are." Syd announced, opening the door, "Francie's gone out to a film with Will and she's going to crash at his place afterwards."
Vaughn walked in, breathing in his new surroundings. He was inside Sydney's flat, was the last place he ever thought he would be. He scanned the room, taking in as much information as possible. Tonight he had seen a part of Sydney he'd never seen before. The real her.
"How do you like your coffee?" She asked.
"Milk, no sugar thanks."
She watched him, amused, as he stared at the living room.
"What's so fascinating?"
"You can tell a lot about a person from what their house is like." He informed her.
"God, you've never seen my bedroom." She muttered.
She blushed when she realised what she had just said. Vaughn looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I can't believe I just said that!"
He smirked at how embarrassed she was and sat down on the couch. Sydney walked over with two mugs of coffee in her hands. She tripped on one of Francie's books, which was lying on the floor, and spilt coffee all down Vaughn's shirt. Luckily, he managed to catch her before she joined the mugs and coffee on the floor.
"Oh shit! Your shirt! I'm so sorry Vaughn." She apologised.
"Don't worry. The coffee adds a nice touch. Makes it look much better."
They laughed, as he pulled her up onto the couch next to him. She touched his shirt softly, surveying the damage. Instinctively, he placed a hand on her face, gently stroking her cheek, causing her to look at him. Their eyes met, holding each other's steady gaze.
"I love you." The words just seemed to fly out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I have every since the first time I saw you, with the bozo red hair."
It took a second for his words to sink in. He loved her.
"I love you too." She whispered.
Their lips met, gently at first, but the kiss then grew passionately into another. Or was it the same one? She wasn't sure. All that she knew was that she was in Vaughn's arms where she belonged.
He suddenly pulled away.
"Syd.. we can't." He said, slightly breathless.
Her heart sank.
"I want to. God, I do, but it's took risky." He told her gently.
She looked at the floor, completely crushed. Then an idea came to her.
"I could always tell Francie and anyone who asks at SD-6 that we got drunk, slept together, but won't be seeing each other again, because our personalities clashed." She suggested, playing with his collar.
He smiled at her seductively.
"Works for me." He said picking her up and heading towards the bedroom.
******
Sydney was woken the next morning by the soft sunlight that had managed to seep its way through her curtains. She grinned as the memories of last night came flooding back. She reached over to find that Vaughn was no longer lying next to her. She sat up, confused. Where Vaughn once lay, there was now a present and a note on his pillow. She picked it up and read it:
Sydney,
I'm sorry that I had to leave, but I was needed at work. You looked so peaceful sleeping, that I didn't want to wake you. I had an amazing time last night. One day we'll take down SD-6, and I promise now, that when that day comes, I'll take you out again. Even if it takes an eternity, it'll be worth the wait. I've also left your Christmas present that I've been meaning to give to you. I hope you like it. Merry Christmas.
All my love,
Michael.
Her heart skipped a beat when she read 'all my love'. He loved her as much as she loved him. And they would be together, as soon as they destroyed SD- 6. She opened the present and gasped. She was holding in her hand, the most beautiful pen that she had ever seen. At the bottom was engraved a small M.V. It was a reminder of last night. A reminder what her life would be like without SD-6.
'And it's worth the wait.' She thought, 'He's worth the wait.'
A/N: So there you have it. I hope that most of you are happy with then ending. Like I said before, I'm probably not going to write any more. But review anyway; I want to know what you think. We all know that they will be together one day. Lol! Well have a great Christmas folks and a wicked New Year. Plus check out any others of my f/fs