Title: Wish List
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if you think they are you are obviously either insane or a very dumb lawyer.
Summary: Syd wishes, Vaughn delivers, a happy ending. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Well, I'm not notorious for finishing fics, but reviews will get me moving. I really like them whether they are mean or nice just as long as I know that someone is reading this. It will have a happy ending, I promise. Um, also I live in Australia so if I make mistakes or spell mom mum (which I won't on my end of year English exam I spelt mom mom and my teacher just thought it was great.) don't get made. Also I don't think I'll try to incorporate any of the real show's plot because it's too hard to keep up. Also anyone wanna e-mail me, just do it, I don't mind, I'd actually love for you to, makes me feel wanted. Donna__rose@hotmail.com Keep reading and reviewing please ppl.
Chapter 4
For some reason Sydney was finding this extremely funny to watch, she knew it was wrong, to make him feel so bad but the deep red that was slowly creeping up his neck onto his cheeks gave her a perfect mixture of humour and provocation. She continued to watch him as he moved even further into the caged room. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Sydney almost purred. She was shocking herself with her own behaviour, it was like she was making it her own personal mission to find out his reason for being there and she would do anything, including act like this, to get an answer.
"Well?" she asked again, her face dipping out of view as she stifled a laugh at the look of horror that had planted itself across his perfect face. "You can tell me you know." She looked at him as he calculated the situation carefully.
"I'll tell you...I'll tell you the truth if you tell me what you were thinking last night," he was trying to cut a deal. He was that nervous about the current situation so he was desperately trying to get out of it. Even if it meant admitting something he clearly didn't have the aptitude to say out loud without pressure.
"Only what I was thinking last night?" He nodded as she pretended to mull over the deal for a while. A sharp incline of her head and the recline of her body, away from him and to the side of the door, told him that they had an agreement. "Deal, now spill."
"No, no," he made for the door," tossing a look over his shoulder, "Has your phone been checked for bugs?" She told him that it had. "Good," he smirked, "I'll call you once I'm in my car." He ran for it, his speed causing her to pause before running after him at her own killer pace.
She decided that she didn't like the whole idea of the phone.
Sadly, due to a mixture of Vaughn's intensive training ever since the events of Taipei and Sydney's restricting suit skirt, Vaughn was in his car, revving it loudly, by the time Sydney got to the exit of the warehouse. She was tempted to scream after him but decided not to, instead grabbing her mobile as it began to ring.
She scowled at the blue car as it disappeared around the bend and made her way over to her own. Opening up her cell and putting it to her ear. "That wasn't fair."
His voice came back different than she remembered, almost with a wobble, "I wouldn't have had it any other way. Now, I don't really want to talk much before I tell you what I brought you there to tell you, and I will be honest, or at least as honest as I can be, but don't expect to understand, and then you have to tell me, because that's fair. Okay?" He stopped in his ramble and all Sydney could do was take the phone from her ear and give it a funny look.
That was one of the longest rambles Vaughn had ever made in her presence and it was really quite shocking to see such a strong man reduced to a sentence that was almost fifty words long. Sydney on the other hand promised herself she wouldn't ramble and replied, putting the phone on hands free as she started the car. She headed home, vowing that this discussion wouldn't last longer than the trip, because she wasn't going to tell him too much. "Go on, tell me."
"Okay, I took Donovan, my dog, for a walk last night, a very, very long walk. We ended up in a lovely street, sitting and eating breakfast. Well, no Donovan didn't get breakfast. Damn, well, anyway we were sitting there thinking and watching this woman, she was really old, sitting, all lonely, across the street and I was saying, that's what you and I will end up like."
Sydney was starting to have trouble breathing properly, she could help but look down at the phone every few seconds in disbelief, she had a fair idea of where this conversation and if she was right, she was about to land in hot water. Still, Sydney couldn't help but feel something in her stomach give way every time she thought of those three little words escaping his lips and travelling to her ears.
"She wasn't looking around, she was just sitting, staring at her breakfast and it was really scary, she didn't look interested in anything, not me, not Donovan, not the weather or the great sun rise. She just sat there and watched." Vaughn was having trouble getting to the point, he was sure he shouldn't and couldn't say what he really felt over the phone, yet alone to Sydney face to face, but he could at least try to make a few things clear. Unfortunately, looking back over his ramble nothing seemed very clear at all.
"At any rate, this woman, she ended up looking up and catching my eye and then this guy, really old, just like her, turned up, out of no where, and they were really nice to each other and happy and then it dawned on me, the old woman was never so lonely that she couldn't be bothered taking an interest in anything. She knew what she wanted and that it was coming. You know what I mean? I'm not really very good at this whole talking thing."
"Yeah, I get what you mean, but Vaughn..." she let her voice trail off, trying to get him to think twice about what it looked like he was about to say.
He didn't take the hint. "So, I was thinking, I just. Hang on, let me start again." Vaughn couldn't help but be mad at himself for how stupid he must sound. He cleared his throat and started again. "Syd, we have an incredible relationship, a great bond and I know that at the moment we can't actually do anything with it, we can't go and have fun, we can't hang out we can't..." Vaughn ran out of unromantic things he wanted to do with Syd, everything left in his mind included physical contact, not all completely dirty, some just things like sitting together watching an old movie, but he couldn't say that.
Realising he hadn't spoken in a couple of seconds he coughed and continued, "But, sometime in the future, we will be able to and I just wanted you to know that I want to be your friend, and that it isn't just because of work. It's because I think you're an amazing woman and I think knowing you has been an up side of my life." Vaughn bit down on his lip and turned the car off as he realised he'd been sitting in his drive for some time. He let his head slump down and released a breath as he clambered out of the car and made his way inside.
Sydney was on the other side of the freeway and was still driving, looking at the phone, the corner of her eye the only thing keeping her from driving through someone's house. Who said driving with the phone in your hand was dangerous? His speech, while lovely, wasn't what she'd expected and as she parked her car out the front of her house, the incentive to go out again that day firmly planted, a pulling in her stomach continued to grow. She soon noticed that Vaughn was finished with his speech so she hastily responded: "Um, right, okay. I get ya. Yeah, you're right. We should."
She was studying English at university, doing quite well and here she was with improper words and very screwed up sentences. She hit her head against the door before turning the nob and walking in. Francie was in the kitchen making breakfast and immediately looked up and asked, "Where you been, I heard you rush out early?"
Sydney just motioned to the phone and walked further into the house, escaping the inquisitive ears of her room mate. "Sorry, Francie was home and I didn't want to say anything."
"That's fine." Vaughn was back to his old self, his guts spilled and his heart still, shockingly, beating. "So, now enlighten me Miss Bristow. What were you thinking about?"
Sydney flopped on her bed, rolling over to search for some gum. "I don't know if I should tell you."
"What? Why not?" Vaughn's voice was full of confusion and he was obviously scoffing at her statement.
"Well, first you ran out without discussing the finer points of our deal and then you don't give me the whole story anyway." She felt a tiny bit guilty as she spoke, knowing full well that she wasn't going to tell him the whole account of what she had been thinking.
"Please," he lowered his voice into a pleading whisper, ignoring the fact that she knew he hadn't given her the full version.
"I was thinking about something I've always wanted to do. I was just having an impossible dream..." she trailed off, trying but failing to gauge his reaction over the phone.
"Go on," his voice was hesitant as Vaughn sat down on the couch with a cold cup of coffee that had been in the fridge for a couple of days.
"Well, I was just wishing that Francie, my room mate, could meet you. That we could talk about my work as a spy like it was something she knew about. Joke around together. Have fun." Syd was careful to make it a completely neutral wish with no strings of romance attached.
"You don't want to be the one to tell her?" Vaughn asked, his voice lighter than it had been.
"No, I just think if she could find out some other way and then one day she just walks in and the three of us sit down and laugh about Marshall or the ridiculous clothes I have to wear." Syd heard a knock at the door, "Hey, Vaughn, I have got to go, but we're even now, so don't ring me up wanting more." She heard him chuckle a little before hanging up.
Francie opened the door and came in. "What's up," Sydney asked as she took a seat beside her.
"Nothing really," I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to be busy all day; there's a problem with the company that provides me with most of the food. And I have a meeting in like an hour on the other side of the freeway and I won't be home until lunch. Then I have a shit-load of paperwork, so I'm going to lock myself in my room til that's done. I'm sorry honey, I won't be able to hang out until tonight." Francie stood up, her bowl of cereal in her hand and turned around. "What you going to do?"
"I dunno, I think I'll go see a movie." Sydney frowned at the prospect of going alone and decided to call Will up.
"Okay, well, I have got to go like in two minutes, so I'll see you later." Francie left the room and Sydney collapsed back onto the matress.
Later that day, just after twelve, Sydney was stuck on the far side of town, alone after Will had declined, having won a triple movie pass and was now sitting through her second film. Back at home, Francie was walking up the path, her arms full of papers and the keys in her mouth. She opened the door and backed in, pushing the door open with her rear and dumped the papers on the couch closest to the door.
A male voice, warm but hesitant cut through the silence, "Lucky I didn't choose that seat," and as a result Francie found herself whirling around to find a tall, slim, incredibly delicious man sitting on her sofa. He lifted a hand, "Don't be scared. I'm a friend of Sydney's. You must be Francie?"
She nodded, but her defensive stance remained. "I work at the back, my name's Michael Vaughn."
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if you think they are you are obviously either insane or a very dumb lawyer.
Summary: Syd wishes, Vaughn delivers, a happy ending. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Well, I'm not notorious for finishing fics, but reviews will get me moving. I really like them whether they are mean or nice just as long as I know that someone is reading this. It will have a happy ending, I promise. Um, also I live in Australia so if I make mistakes or spell mom mum (which I won't on my end of year English exam I spelt mom mom and my teacher just thought it was great.) don't get made. Also I don't think I'll try to incorporate any of the real show's plot because it's too hard to keep up. Also anyone wanna e-mail me, just do it, I don't mind, I'd actually love for you to, makes me feel wanted. Donna__rose@hotmail.com Keep reading and reviewing please ppl.
Chapter 4
For some reason Sydney was finding this extremely funny to watch, she knew it was wrong, to make him feel so bad but the deep red that was slowly creeping up his neck onto his cheeks gave her a perfect mixture of humour and provocation. She continued to watch him as he moved even further into the caged room. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Sydney almost purred. She was shocking herself with her own behaviour, it was like she was making it her own personal mission to find out his reason for being there and she would do anything, including act like this, to get an answer.
"Well?" she asked again, her face dipping out of view as she stifled a laugh at the look of horror that had planted itself across his perfect face. "You can tell me you know." She looked at him as he calculated the situation carefully.
"I'll tell you...I'll tell you the truth if you tell me what you were thinking last night," he was trying to cut a deal. He was that nervous about the current situation so he was desperately trying to get out of it. Even if it meant admitting something he clearly didn't have the aptitude to say out loud without pressure.
"Only what I was thinking last night?" He nodded as she pretended to mull over the deal for a while. A sharp incline of her head and the recline of her body, away from him and to the side of the door, told him that they had an agreement. "Deal, now spill."
"No, no," he made for the door," tossing a look over his shoulder, "Has your phone been checked for bugs?" She told him that it had. "Good," he smirked, "I'll call you once I'm in my car." He ran for it, his speed causing her to pause before running after him at her own killer pace.
She decided that she didn't like the whole idea of the phone.
Sadly, due to a mixture of Vaughn's intensive training ever since the events of Taipei and Sydney's restricting suit skirt, Vaughn was in his car, revving it loudly, by the time Sydney got to the exit of the warehouse. She was tempted to scream after him but decided not to, instead grabbing her mobile as it began to ring.
She scowled at the blue car as it disappeared around the bend and made her way over to her own. Opening up her cell and putting it to her ear. "That wasn't fair."
His voice came back different than she remembered, almost with a wobble, "I wouldn't have had it any other way. Now, I don't really want to talk much before I tell you what I brought you there to tell you, and I will be honest, or at least as honest as I can be, but don't expect to understand, and then you have to tell me, because that's fair. Okay?" He stopped in his ramble and all Sydney could do was take the phone from her ear and give it a funny look.
That was one of the longest rambles Vaughn had ever made in her presence and it was really quite shocking to see such a strong man reduced to a sentence that was almost fifty words long. Sydney on the other hand promised herself she wouldn't ramble and replied, putting the phone on hands free as she started the car. She headed home, vowing that this discussion wouldn't last longer than the trip, because she wasn't going to tell him too much. "Go on, tell me."
"Okay, I took Donovan, my dog, for a walk last night, a very, very long walk. We ended up in a lovely street, sitting and eating breakfast. Well, no Donovan didn't get breakfast. Damn, well, anyway we were sitting there thinking and watching this woman, she was really old, sitting, all lonely, across the street and I was saying, that's what you and I will end up like."
Sydney was starting to have trouble breathing properly, she could help but look down at the phone every few seconds in disbelief, she had a fair idea of where this conversation and if she was right, she was about to land in hot water. Still, Sydney couldn't help but feel something in her stomach give way every time she thought of those three little words escaping his lips and travelling to her ears.
"She wasn't looking around, she was just sitting, staring at her breakfast and it was really scary, she didn't look interested in anything, not me, not Donovan, not the weather or the great sun rise. She just sat there and watched." Vaughn was having trouble getting to the point, he was sure he shouldn't and couldn't say what he really felt over the phone, yet alone to Sydney face to face, but he could at least try to make a few things clear. Unfortunately, looking back over his ramble nothing seemed very clear at all.
"At any rate, this woman, she ended up looking up and catching my eye and then this guy, really old, just like her, turned up, out of no where, and they were really nice to each other and happy and then it dawned on me, the old woman was never so lonely that she couldn't be bothered taking an interest in anything. She knew what she wanted and that it was coming. You know what I mean? I'm not really very good at this whole talking thing."
"Yeah, I get what you mean, but Vaughn..." she let her voice trail off, trying to get him to think twice about what it looked like he was about to say.
He didn't take the hint. "So, I was thinking, I just. Hang on, let me start again." Vaughn couldn't help but be mad at himself for how stupid he must sound. He cleared his throat and started again. "Syd, we have an incredible relationship, a great bond and I know that at the moment we can't actually do anything with it, we can't go and have fun, we can't hang out we can't..." Vaughn ran out of unromantic things he wanted to do with Syd, everything left in his mind included physical contact, not all completely dirty, some just things like sitting together watching an old movie, but he couldn't say that.
Realising he hadn't spoken in a couple of seconds he coughed and continued, "But, sometime in the future, we will be able to and I just wanted you to know that I want to be your friend, and that it isn't just because of work. It's because I think you're an amazing woman and I think knowing you has been an up side of my life." Vaughn bit down on his lip and turned the car off as he realised he'd been sitting in his drive for some time. He let his head slump down and released a breath as he clambered out of the car and made his way inside.
Sydney was on the other side of the freeway and was still driving, looking at the phone, the corner of her eye the only thing keeping her from driving through someone's house. Who said driving with the phone in your hand was dangerous? His speech, while lovely, wasn't what she'd expected and as she parked her car out the front of her house, the incentive to go out again that day firmly planted, a pulling in her stomach continued to grow. She soon noticed that Vaughn was finished with his speech so she hastily responded: "Um, right, okay. I get ya. Yeah, you're right. We should."
She was studying English at university, doing quite well and here she was with improper words and very screwed up sentences. She hit her head against the door before turning the nob and walking in. Francie was in the kitchen making breakfast and immediately looked up and asked, "Where you been, I heard you rush out early?"
Sydney just motioned to the phone and walked further into the house, escaping the inquisitive ears of her room mate. "Sorry, Francie was home and I didn't want to say anything."
"That's fine." Vaughn was back to his old self, his guts spilled and his heart still, shockingly, beating. "So, now enlighten me Miss Bristow. What were you thinking about?"
Sydney flopped on her bed, rolling over to search for some gum. "I don't know if I should tell you."
"What? Why not?" Vaughn's voice was full of confusion and he was obviously scoffing at her statement.
"Well, first you ran out without discussing the finer points of our deal and then you don't give me the whole story anyway." She felt a tiny bit guilty as she spoke, knowing full well that she wasn't going to tell him the whole account of what she had been thinking.
"Please," he lowered his voice into a pleading whisper, ignoring the fact that she knew he hadn't given her the full version.
"I was thinking about something I've always wanted to do. I was just having an impossible dream..." she trailed off, trying but failing to gauge his reaction over the phone.
"Go on," his voice was hesitant as Vaughn sat down on the couch with a cold cup of coffee that had been in the fridge for a couple of days.
"Well, I was just wishing that Francie, my room mate, could meet you. That we could talk about my work as a spy like it was something she knew about. Joke around together. Have fun." Syd was careful to make it a completely neutral wish with no strings of romance attached.
"You don't want to be the one to tell her?" Vaughn asked, his voice lighter than it had been.
"No, I just think if she could find out some other way and then one day she just walks in and the three of us sit down and laugh about Marshall or the ridiculous clothes I have to wear." Syd heard a knock at the door, "Hey, Vaughn, I have got to go, but we're even now, so don't ring me up wanting more." She heard him chuckle a little before hanging up.
Francie opened the door and came in. "What's up," Sydney asked as she took a seat beside her.
"Nothing really," I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to be busy all day; there's a problem with the company that provides me with most of the food. And I have a meeting in like an hour on the other side of the freeway and I won't be home until lunch. Then I have a shit-load of paperwork, so I'm going to lock myself in my room til that's done. I'm sorry honey, I won't be able to hang out until tonight." Francie stood up, her bowl of cereal in her hand and turned around. "What you going to do?"
"I dunno, I think I'll go see a movie." Sydney frowned at the prospect of going alone and decided to call Will up.
"Okay, well, I have got to go like in two minutes, so I'll see you later." Francie left the room and Sydney collapsed back onto the matress.
Later that day, just after twelve, Sydney was stuck on the far side of town, alone after Will had declined, having won a triple movie pass and was now sitting through her second film. Back at home, Francie was walking up the path, her arms full of papers and the keys in her mouth. She opened the door and backed in, pushing the door open with her rear and dumped the papers on the couch closest to the door.
A male voice, warm but hesitant cut through the silence, "Lucky I didn't choose that seat," and as a result Francie found herself whirling around to find a tall, slim, incredibly delicious man sitting on her sofa. He lifted a hand, "Don't be scared. I'm a friend of Sydney's. You must be Francie?"
She nodded, but her defensive stance remained. "I work at the back, my name's Michael Vaughn."