Gone and Back Again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Alias. They belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams. I own only the characters that have not appeared on Alias and none of my storylines will be used in upcoming episodes.
Spoilers: Maybe.
A/N: For those of you who enjoy this story, I'm sorry I took so long to update. My muse took an extended vacation, due to the fact that I've just started school and it's really busy over there. I literally haven't had a moment's rest. It is currently one in the morning, which is usually my best time to write, though I don't know why. For those of you who don't enjoy this story, I apologize profusely and I hope you forgive me.
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"Aloha, welcome to Honolulu!" a very tanned woman greeted Vaughn and Weiss.
They smiled at her. She walked closer to the men and put leis around their necks.
"There," she said, "now, you can go home and tell your friends you got lei'd in Hawaii!"
Vaughn and Weiss laughed at her joke and both shook her hand.
"I'm Mana'olana Kalani," she said, loudly. She ushered them to the side and leaned toward them. In a quiet voice, she continued, "But you probably realized that already, didn't you?"
Vaughn and Weiss nodded.
"So you're agents Vaughn and Weiss...which one's which...oh, alright, thank you. Now, where is Agent Bristow?"
"Well, she's probably picking up her bags by now," Vaughn replied, looking at his watch.
"Okay, well, I have your hotel room numbers, so if I need to contact either of you for anything, I will. If you need to contact me, my cell phone number is 778-1652. Alright, well, all you need to do is grab a taxi to get yourselves to the Sheraton. Now, if you'll excuse me, good sirs, I will go look for Agent Bristow."
She gave them a wide smile and said loudly, "Have a nice stay, gentlemen," before walking off down the long, marble floor.
Vaughn and Weiss exchanged a look. They shrugged and made their way through the crowd to go outside. It took them a full twenty minutes before being able to flag a taxi, and by that time, the friends were exhausted. When they reached the hotel, they trudged up to the front desk, grabbed their room keys, and rode the elevator up to their neighboring rooms.
"See you later, buddy," Weiss said as he entered his room.
"Uh-huh," Vaughn answered, eyes drooping.
Vaughn entered his hotel room and plopped down on the bed. Sydney was two floors down, and she was waiting for evening to come around so she could go to the nightly hotel luau to make the disc switch with Pomaika'i. He sighed. He wished he could tell Sydney the truth about why he was here. But he knew that if he told her that her mother was here on the same island, it would completely distract her from everything around her. That wasn't what they needed right now, and it certainly wouldn't help the CIA. Vaughn let out another sigh and switched on the TV.
"...the season premiere of ER, September 22, here on..."
Click.
"...and I guarantee that the Miracle Blade 3000 will..."
Click.
"...stay tuned for Days of Our Lives, coming up next on the soap..."
Click.
"...watch as the antelope become intimate in this moment of..."
He groaned and turned the television off. He turned his head to look out the sliding glass door and blinked. He stood up and walked outside, a smile spreading across his face. Before him was the beautiful, blue ocean waters of the Pacific Ocean. He breathed in the fresh air and let it out slowly. He lifted his arms as if he was flying and closed his eyes, taking in his wonderful surroundings. He frowned when the phone rang. He turned curtly and glared at the phone before running back inside to answer it.
"Hello?"
"So tell me," the woman began, "why are you really here?"
Vaughn smirked. "You're not going to give up, are you?"
"Of course not," Sydney replied, with a small chuckle. "But in all seriousness, Vaughn...can't you tell me what's going on?"
Vaughn hesitated. He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. But no, he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. "Like I said, Sydney: I'm here on vacation and brought Eric with me."
"Mm-hmm," Sydney said, unconvinced. "Listen, we never got to have that talk we were going to have, so maybe when you get back to L.A...."
Vaughn smiled at the thought. "That'd be great, Sydney. I'll look forward to it."
"Great."
"I take it you met Hope?"
"Yeah, I did. Dixon was suspicious of her, but I eventually convinced him that it was probably just a tradition for people who work at the airports in Hawaii to greet random people."
"Good going. Now, remember, Pomaika'i Kahihikolo isn't stupid. He's very observant, so you're going to have to be very careful when you make the switch."
Vaughn could practically see Sydney rolling her eyes.
"I know, Vaughn, I know. I'm not stupid either. I've done things like this tons of times."
"I'm very well aware of that, Sydney."
"And don't you forget it."
"I don't think I could if I wanted to."
Sydney laughed. "Okay, well I really have to go now. Will I see you down there?"
Vaughn thought for a moment. "Maybe, but I'm not sure. I'm actually really tired, so I might just dedicate the rest of my day to sleep."
"That's good, too," Sydney agreed. "But I hope I see you. If I don't, then call me when you get back to L.A."
"I will do that, Syd. Good luck."
"Thanks, Vaughn. Bye."
"Bye, Sydney."
He felt a wave of sadness and disappointment when Sydney hung up the phone. He wanted to continue their conversation. There was something....different about it. Whether it was because they were in "paradise," or because they were actually able to communicate on the phone, he didn't know. But something about it made him feel...filled. The phone rang again.
'Sydney!' he thought to himself, excitedly, though he knew it wasn't.
"Hello?"
"You will go to the luau tonight at 7:00 p.m., then cross the street to the beach. Wait by the large, blue van in the parking lot. Someone will be there to retrieve you. Leave your friend at the hotel, or you will both suffer the consequences."
The person hung up. Vaughn's voice caught in his throat. He needed to talk to Eric.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Alias. They belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams. I own only the characters that have not appeared on Alias and none of my storylines will be used in upcoming episodes.
Spoilers: Maybe.
A/N: For those of you who enjoy this story, I'm sorry I took so long to update. My muse took an extended vacation, due to the fact that I've just started school and it's really busy over there. I literally haven't had a moment's rest. It is currently one in the morning, which is usually my best time to write, though I don't know why. For those of you who don't enjoy this story, I apologize profusely and I hope you forgive me.
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"Aloha, welcome to Honolulu!" a very tanned woman greeted Vaughn and Weiss.
They smiled at her. She walked closer to the men and put leis around their necks.
"There," she said, "now, you can go home and tell your friends you got lei'd in Hawaii!"
Vaughn and Weiss laughed at her joke and both shook her hand.
"I'm Mana'olana Kalani," she said, loudly. She ushered them to the side and leaned toward them. In a quiet voice, she continued, "But you probably realized that already, didn't you?"
Vaughn and Weiss nodded.
"So you're agents Vaughn and Weiss...which one's which...oh, alright, thank you. Now, where is Agent Bristow?"
"Well, she's probably picking up her bags by now," Vaughn replied, looking at his watch.
"Okay, well, I have your hotel room numbers, so if I need to contact either of you for anything, I will. If you need to contact me, my cell phone number is 778-1652. Alright, well, all you need to do is grab a taxi to get yourselves to the Sheraton. Now, if you'll excuse me, good sirs, I will go look for Agent Bristow."
She gave them a wide smile and said loudly, "Have a nice stay, gentlemen," before walking off down the long, marble floor.
Vaughn and Weiss exchanged a look. They shrugged and made their way through the crowd to go outside. It took them a full twenty minutes before being able to flag a taxi, and by that time, the friends were exhausted. When they reached the hotel, they trudged up to the front desk, grabbed their room keys, and rode the elevator up to their neighboring rooms.
"See you later, buddy," Weiss said as he entered his room.
"Uh-huh," Vaughn answered, eyes drooping.
Vaughn entered his hotel room and plopped down on the bed. Sydney was two floors down, and she was waiting for evening to come around so she could go to the nightly hotel luau to make the disc switch with Pomaika'i. He sighed. He wished he could tell Sydney the truth about why he was here. But he knew that if he told her that her mother was here on the same island, it would completely distract her from everything around her. That wasn't what they needed right now, and it certainly wouldn't help the CIA. Vaughn let out another sigh and switched on the TV.
"...the season premiere of ER, September 22, here on..."
Click.
"...and I guarantee that the Miracle Blade 3000 will..."
Click.
"...stay tuned for Days of Our Lives, coming up next on the soap..."
Click.
"...watch as the antelope become intimate in this moment of..."
He groaned and turned the television off. He turned his head to look out the sliding glass door and blinked. He stood up and walked outside, a smile spreading across his face. Before him was the beautiful, blue ocean waters of the Pacific Ocean. He breathed in the fresh air and let it out slowly. He lifted his arms as if he was flying and closed his eyes, taking in his wonderful surroundings. He frowned when the phone rang. He turned curtly and glared at the phone before running back inside to answer it.
"Hello?"
"So tell me," the woman began, "why are you really here?"
Vaughn smirked. "You're not going to give up, are you?"
"Of course not," Sydney replied, with a small chuckle. "But in all seriousness, Vaughn...can't you tell me what's going on?"
Vaughn hesitated. He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. But no, he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. "Like I said, Sydney: I'm here on vacation and brought Eric with me."
"Mm-hmm," Sydney said, unconvinced. "Listen, we never got to have that talk we were going to have, so maybe when you get back to L.A...."
Vaughn smiled at the thought. "That'd be great, Sydney. I'll look forward to it."
"Great."
"I take it you met Hope?"
"Yeah, I did. Dixon was suspicious of her, but I eventually convinced him that it was probably just a tradition for people who work at the airports in Hawaii to greet random people."
"Good going. Now, remember, Pomaika'i Kahihikolo isn't stupid. He's very observant, so you're going to have to be very careful when you make the switch."
Vaughn could practically see Sydney rolling her eyes.
"I know, Vaughn, I know. I'm not stupid either. I've done things like this tons of times."
"I'm very well aware of that, Sydney."
"And don't you forget it."
"I don't think I could if I wanted to."
Sydney laughed. "Okay, well I really have to go now. Will I see you down there?"
Vaughn thought for a moment. "Maybe, but I'm not sure. I'm actually really tired, so I might just dedicate the rest of my day to sleep."
"That's good, too," Sydney agreed. "But I hope I see you. If I don't, then call me when you get back to L.A."
"I will do that, Syd. Good luck."
"Thanks, Vaughn. Bye."
"Bye, Sydney."
He felt a wave of sadness and disappointment when Sydney hung up the phone. He wanted to continue their conversation. There was something....different about it. Whether it was because they were in "paradise," or because they were actually able to communicate on the phone, he didn't know. But something about it made him feel...filled. The phone rang again.
'Sydney!' he thought to himself, excitedly, though he knew it wasn't.
"Hello?"
"You will go to the luau tonight at 7:00 p.m., then cross the street to the beach. Wait by the large, blue van in the parking lot. Someone will be there to retrieve you. Leave your friend at the hotel, or you will both suffer the consequences."
The person hung up. Vaughn's voice caught in his throat. He needed to talk to Eric.