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: Ahem, thank you for all of your reviews, they're great. Sadly, this is a short chapter, depending on reviews, my next chapter maybe longer. I must also inform you that after my next chapter, early Monday morning, I will be without the net until Thursday morning, and even then, I am unsure of my availability to publish anything. So enjoy, this is your second last for a couple of days. If I get a lot of reviews, you never know where I might find a PC ;)
Chapter Six
Close enough to touch him, completely, anywhere she wanted, but she couldn't, she knew that much. It wasn't allowed and it would ultimately get them killed, that is what she knew, that is what she had been taught. Vaughn was looking at her, careful not to move too near, but then, not moving away either. She moved back ever so slightly before swallowing and moving in to kiss him lightly on the cheek, her lips setting fire to his cheek and his day old stubble covered skin doing the same to her lips.
"Thank you, this is more than I ever could have wished for." Sydney stepped back and grinned, her perfect teeth showing and her eyes twinkling in the soft light that was causing shadows to fall handsomely over half of Vaughn's face.
"Me too," Vaughn couldn't help but let her have some clue of what he wanted from her, even if he couldn't do what he really wanted to do, he couldn't grab her and kiss her until both of them felt light from the lack of air. He couldn't take her out to dinner, but he could have this, this small and simple kiss, on the cheek, that had his heart racing and his entire body almost on fire, the place her lips had grazed his cheek felt as though someone was blowing flames on it. Self consciously, he lifted a hand to his face to realise that if he was as red as he felt, it was showing.
Sydney giggled giddily as he smiled at her, his eyes shining more than ever and began to walk away, no more words needed. She lifted a hand to wave good bye and watched as he made his way across the street to a sleek- looking blue car. Opening the door her turned and looked back, still grinning from ear to ear. Sydney could have sworn she heard a soft "Yes," as the door slammed and Vaughn went driving off into the night.
Shaking her head, Sydney turned and walked back in side. Francie was leaning over the counter, her hair done up loosly and pyjamas visible under an undone dressing gown. Sydney smiled at her helplessly. The chances of her being able to keep her mouth shut about the most recent special event in her life, very low considering she was able to talk to Francie about work now.
"Wow," Francie said, lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. Obviously she wasn't as tired as she had made out.
"Being a spy is pretty 'wow'" Sydney told her but she only shook her head in response.
"I wasn't talking about that...him," she motioned towards the door. "Who is he? I mean your handler? I get all that stuff he does, but I mean, WHO is he?" Francie held up a cup of coffee for Sydney and moved so that she could stand beside her.
"He's my handler," Sydney leaned over, letting her hair out of the tight pony tail it had been in for the last twelve hours. "He was the only one I could really talk to about everything, but now I've got you."
Francie's eyebrows rose in question, "Just your handler?" Sydney nodded, a smile growing. "Nothing more?" Sydney shook her head sternly, the grin spreading over her entire face. "Oh, okay, cool." Francie made to move on to another question, but Sydney stopped her with a quick but harmless slap to the arm. "What?"
Sydney looked down, "Stop playing around."
"I'm not playing around. Why? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Francie put her coffee down and turned to Sydney with an 'I know what you're up to look' firmly plastered across her face.
"He is pretty cute," Sydney raised a hand to her mouth as she realised what she'd just said. "I didn't mean that."
"Hey, I think the guy's hot, if you don't think that that man is hot, you had better get your eyes tested." Francie watched Sydney as she grinned up at her. "He is hot?"
"Yes, he is, very, extremely, incredibly, tremendously, unbelievably hot," Sydney hung her head and laughed along with her friend. "Do you have any idea how long I wished I could say that? My God that felt good."
Francie just looked at her, "You really like him. Don't you. Here I was thinking you were totally off guys and you were simply uninterested because you had to wait for your pizza boy to call so you could rush off to another meeting with him." Francie giggled.
"How could you not like him? I mean look at that face. He's French, perfect. And green eyes, did you see those green eyes?" Sydney threw caution to the wind, many times she'd discussed life with Francie and she was not going to pass up a chance like this. "My tall, strong, knight in shining armour."
Francie was shocked, "How badly have you got it?"
"I don't know. I just can't wait to get to those meetings, despite the fact that they result in my capture , injury or some other horrible thing. I just like to be around him. He has a great sense of humour," Francie nodded, a little too enthusiastically, to show she understood, "A great personality, ambitious, sweet, charming, passionate, everything I've ever wanted and then some."
Realisation dawned on Francie's face, "Oh my God, Sydney! You love him?! I'm right aren't I? Oh my God, I'm right." Francie was getting too excited, too quickly, so Sydney had to interject.
"I don't know, we can't actually go ahead with anything, we can't even discuss it because of the situation." Francie looked confused so Sydney hastily elaborated. "It's CIA protocol that an agent should never mix socially, yet alone romantically, with their handler. Big, huge, horrible rules. I don't even know how he feels."
"You don't know how he feels?" Francie looked at her as though Sydney had suddenly grown another eye, dead centre in her forehead. "Did you not see him after one little kiss on the." She stopped quickly as she noticed Sydney's face change from girlish humour to complete shock and horror.
"You were watching?" Francie looked away but didn't deny it. "God and I didn't notice, I'm supposed to be a super spy."
"Sydney," Francie had a shot at calming her down, "I had just come down stairs and you weren't here so I looked out the window and...well, like I'm gonna turn around. You know me. He was very happy with it though. Was that like the furthest you've ever gone?" Sydney nodded, "What? You've been hanging out with this guy for years and the most you've managed is a kiss on the cheek. Syd, that's hopeless, if I were you I would have jumped him on, like, the second day."
Sydney shrugged but couldn't help but ask, "You really think he was happy I did that?"
Francie looked at her incredulously, "Sydney, that man is obviously head over heals for you. I mean, from what you've told me, he flies all over the world for you, buys you presents that then get him stuck with the shrink on his back, he's flown you all over the world illegally and, this is impressive, gone up against your dad for you. I mean, honestly, why would anyone do all of that if they didn't love you. Honestly Syd, how can you even doubt this?" Francie stood back and yawned before Sydney could continue her questioning.
"I'm really tired, for real now, he's coming over tomorrow, so be up early enough to get all nice looking," Sydney looked as though she was taking her roommate seriously so Francie added, "Just kidding, have a good sleep. Good night."
Sydney smiled serenely at Francie's departing form and made her own way to her bedroom. Stripping off, she pulled on a tank top and a baggy, comfortable pair of pink flannel pyjama pants and rolled into bed. The day, though it had began badly, was defiantly looking good now. Francie knew Vaughn, she had another day before Sloane was going to try to track her down and Francie had confirmed what she hoped and feared to be true. Now, all she wanted was to live happily ever after. Little chance of that, but for the moment she was happy.
Surprisingly she didn't lie in bed trying to stay awake, scared of nightmares and the day that would bring her closer to her next run in with fatality. Instead she positioned herself on her back and shut her eyes tight, willing her mind to slow down and let her drift into slumber.
Vaughn turned his back on Sydney as soon as he felt able to move without falling over; her lips were cold and hot at the same time, brushing briefly up against his cheek. He'd thought she was going to kiss him properly; he had hoped and prayed that she was going to kiss him properly, but hell, if a kiss on the cheek did this to him, he wouldn't be kissing Sydney Bristow until he was at least sitting down and paramedics were on site.
Moving away from her, he felt like he was floating, he'd never known what people meant when they said 'I was walking on air', but hell he was floating on air. He grinned as broadly as he could without breaking his jaw. Then swallowed trying to regain his composure and put in extra willpower to dim the glow his smile was emitting.
He turned back to Sydney as he reached his car and the glow returned; he waved a little at her before clambering into the car. He started the engine and searched for the right buttons, setting his blinker off and the radio before he found the hand break. He drove slowly around the corner before speeding up and continuing down to the house at the end of the street.
Luckily it was an empty CIA safe house and he'd been given full control over the place by Devlin so that he could monitor Sydney's house from near by. Stepping out of the car as he pulled into the drive he walked inside. No one was in there, everyone having nocked off at eleven but several computers were still on and executing programs. Each hooked up to a dozen agents' phones so that if anything did go wrong, the computer could summon agents on the spot.
Vaughn smiled as he found everything to be normal before looking to a certain computer and lifting an eyebrow, he checked the recording device that was hooked up to the PC and made his way towards the shower. He wandered in and pulled his shirt off, rolling his shoulders and flexing his perfectly toned and tanned back and arms, trying to relieve the tension that had built up from a day of confinement to a house.
Vaughn gazed at the shower and, as if on cue, his eyes wandered to the bath. He didn't, for some very weird, very selfish and very abnormal reason, want to get his cheek wet. He grinned at his own silly ideal. He shook his head and turned to look for a towel. Finding a fluffy red one he put it onto the hook next to the bath. Turning around he kicked off his shoes and turned the water on.
A beeping from the computer room sent his head upwards, his eyes wide and alert, after a second's thought, he realised the meaning of the beep and walked, half naked out of the bathroom, leaving the hot water flowing. He patted the computer and chuckled at his own illogical behaviour. Grabbing the tape out from the recording device he pushed another in and hooked it back up.
Ten minutes later, Vaughn had a full bath and had finally found a cassette player and was leaning over, hooking it up, just inside the bathroom door. As he turned the cassette over in his hands he couldn't help but feel guilty, still, Devlin demanded it be done without Sydney's awareness and Vaughn figured he was the best man for it.
He put the tape in and pressed play. Stripping down completely he sank into the bath water, the steam fogging his vision. He closed his eyes and thought about the day with a smile on his lips. His happy thoughts didn't last long; Sydney's voice flowed from the cassette into the room, pulling Vaughn up a little and forcing his eyes open, "Being a spy is pretty 'wow'".
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: Ahem, thank you for all of your reviews, they're great. Sadly, this is a short chapter, depending on reviews, my next chapter maybe longer. I must also inform you that after my next chapter, early Monday morning, I will be without the net until Thursday morning, and even then, I am unsure of my availability to publish anything. So enjoy, this is your second last for a couple of days. If I get a lot of reviews, you never know where I might find a PC ;)
Chapter Six
Close enough to touch him, completely, anywhere she wanted, but she couldn't, she knew that much. It wasn't allowed and it would ultimately get them killed, that is what she knew, that is what she had been taught. Vaughn was looking at her, careful not to move too near, but then, not moving away either. She moved back ever so slightly before swallowing and moving in to kiss him lightly on the cheek, her lips setting fire to his cheek and his day old stubble covered skin doing the same to her lips.
"Thank you, this is more than I ever could have wished for." Sydney stepped back and grinned, her perfect teeth showing and her eyes twinkling in the soft light that was causing shadows to fall handsomely over half of Vaughn's face.
"Me too," Vaughn couldn't help but let her have some clue of what he wanted from her, even if he couldn't do what he really wanted to do, he couldn't grab her and kiss her until both of them felt light from the lack of air. He couldn't take her out to dinner, but he could have this, this small and simple kiss, on the cheek, that had his heart racing and his entire body almost on fire, the place her lips had grazed his cheek felt as though someone was blowing flames on it. Self consciously, he lifted a hand to his face to realise that if he was as red as he felt, it was showing.
Sydney giggled giddily as he smiled at her, his eyes shining more than ever and began to walk away, no more words needed. She lifted a hand to wave good bye and watched as he made his way across the street to a sleek- looking blue car. Opening the door her turned and looked back, still grinning from ear to ear. Sydney could have sworn she heard a soft "Yes," as the door slammed and Vaughn went driving off into the night.
Shaking her head, Sydney turned and walked back in side. Francie was leaning over the counter, her hair done up loosly and pyjamas visible under an undone dressing gown. Sydney smiled at her helplessly. The chances of her being able to keep her mouth shut about the most recent special event in her life, very low considering she was able to talk to Francie about work now.
"Wow," Francie said, lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. Obviously she wasn't as tired as she had made out.
"Being a spy is pretty 'wow'" Sydney told her but she only shook her head in response.
"I wasn't talking about that...him," she motioned towards the door. "Who is he? I mean your handler? I get all that stuff he does, but I mean, WHO is he?" Francie held up a cup of coffee for Sydney and moved so that she could stand beside her.
"He's my handler," Sydney leaned over, letting her hair out of the tight pony tail it had been in for the last twelve hours. "He was the only one I could really talk to about everything, but now I've got you."
Francie's eyebrows rose in question, "Just your handler?" Sydney nodded, a smile growing. "Nothing more?" Sydney shook her head sternly, the grin spreading over her entire face. "Oh, okay, cool." Francie made to move on to another question, but Sydney stopped her with a quick but harmless slap to the arm. "What?"
Sydney looked down, "Stop playing around."
"I'm not playing around. Why? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Francie put her coffee down and turned to Sydney with an 'I know what you're up to look' firmly plastered across her face.
"He is pretty cute," Sydney raised a hand to her mouth as she realised what she'd just said. "I didn't mean that."
"Hey, I think the guy's hot, if you don't think that that man is hot, you had better get your eyes tested." Francie watched Sydney as she grinned up at her. "He is hot?"
"Yes, he is, very, extremely, incredibly, tremendously, unbelievably hot," Sydney hung her head and laughed along with her friend. "Do you have any idea how long I wished I could say that? My God that felt good."
Francie just looked at her, "You really like him. Don't you. Here I was thinking you were totally off guys and you were simply uninterested because you had to wait for your pizza boy to call so you could rush off to another meeting with him." Francie giggled.
"How could you not like him? I mean look at that face. He's French, perfect. And green eyes, did you see those green eyes?" Sydney threw caution to the wind, many times she'd discussed life with Francie and she was not going to pass up a chance like this. "My tall, strong, knight in shining armour."
Francie was shocked, "How badly have you got it?"
"I don't know. I just can't wait to get to those meetings, despite the fact that they result in my capture , injury or some other horrible thing. I just like to be around him. He has a great sense of humour," Francie nodded, a little too enthusiastically, to show she understood, "A great personality, ambitious, sweet, charming, passionate, everything I've ever wanted and then some."
Realisation dawned on Francie's face, "Oh my God, Sydney! You love him?! I'm right aren't I? Oh my God, I'm right." Francie was getting too excited, too quickly, so Sydney had to interject.
"I don't know, we can't actually go ahead with anything, we can't even discuss it because of the situation." Francie looked confused so Sydney hastily elaborated. "It's CIA protocol that an agent should never mix socially, yet alone romantically, with their handler. Big, huge, horrible rules. I don't even know how he feels."
"You don't know how he feels?" Francie looked at her as though Sydney had suddenly grown another eye, dead centre in her forehead. "Did you not see him after one little kiss on the." She stopped quickly as she noticed Sydney's face change from girlish humour to complete shock and horror.
"You were watching?" Francie looked away but didn't deny it. "God and I didn't notice, I'm supposed to be a super spy."
"Sydney," Francie had a shot at calming her down, "I had just come down stairs and you weren't here so I looked out the window and...well, like I'm gonna turn around. You know me. He was very happy with it though. Was that like the furthest you've ever gone?" Sydney nodded, "What? You've been hanging out with this guy for years and the most you've managed is a kiss on the cheek. Syd, that's hopeless, if I were you I would have jumped him on, like, the second day."
Sydney shrugged but couldn't help but ask, "You really think he was happy I did that?"
Francie looked at her incredulously, "Sydney, that man is obviously head over heals for you. I mean, from what you've told me, he flies all over the world for you, buys you presents that then get him stuck with the shrink on his back, he's flown you all over the world illegally and, this is impressive, gone up against your dad for you. I mean, honestly, why would anyone do all of that if they didn't love you. Honestly Syd, how can you even doubt this?" Francie stood back and yawned before Sydney could continue her questioning.
"I'm really tired, for real now, he's coming over tomorrow, so be up early enough to get all nice looking," Sydney looked as though she was taking her roommate seriously so Francie added, "Just kidding, have a good sleep. Good night."
Sydney smiled serenely at Francie's departing form and made her own way to her bedroom. Stripping off, she pulled on a tank top and a baggy, comfortable pair of pink flannel pyjama pants and rolled into bed. The day, though it had began badly, was defiantly looking good now. Francie knew Vaughn, she had another day before Sloane was going to try to track her down and Francie had confirmed what she hoped and feared to be true. Now, all she wanted was to live happily ever after. Little chance of that, but for the moment she was happy.
Surprisingly she didn't lie in bed trying to stay awake, scared of nightmares and the day that would bring her closer to her next run in with fatality. Instead she positioned herself on her back and shut her eyes tight, willing her mind to slow down and let her drift into slumber.
Vaughn turned his back on Sydney as soon as he felt able to move without falling over; her lips were cold and hot at the same time, brushing briefly up against his cheek. He'd thought she was going to kiss him properly; he had hoped and prayed that she was going to kiss him properly, but hell, if a kiss on the cheek did this to him, he wouldn't be kissing Sydney Bristow until he was at least sitting down and paramedics were on site.
Moving away from her, he felt like he was floating, he'd never known what people meant when they said 'I was walking on air', but hell he was floating on air. He grinned as broadly as he could without breaking his jaw. Then swallowed trying to regain his composure and put in extra willpower to dim the glow his smile was emitting.
He turned back to Sydney as he reached his car and the glow returned; he waved a little at her before clambering into the car. He started the engine and searched for the right buttons, setting his blinker off and the radio before he found the hand break. He drove slowly around the corner before speeding up and continuing down to the house at the end of the street.
Luckily it was an empty CIA safe house and he'd been given full control over the place by Devlin so that he could monitor Sydney's house from near by. Stepping out of the car as he pulled into the drive he walked inside. No one was in there, everyone having nocked off at eleven but several computers were still on and executing programs. Each hooked up to a dozen agents' phones so that if anything did go wrong, the computer could summon agents on the spot.
Vaughn smiled as he found everything to be normal before looking to a certain computer and lifting an eyebrow, he checked the recording device that was hooked up to the PC and made his way towards the shower. He wandered in and pulled his shirt off, rolling his shoulders and flexing his perfectly toned and tanned back and arms, trying to relieve the tension that had built up from a day of confinement to a house.
Vaughn gazed at the shower and, as if on cue, his eyes wandered to the bath. He didn't, for some very weird, very selfish and very abnormal reason, want to get his cheek wet. He grinned at his own silly ideal. He shook his head and turned to look for a towel. Finding a fluffy red one he put it onto the hook next to the bath. Turning around he kicked off his shoes and turned the water on.
A beeping from the computer room sent his head upwards, his eyes wide and alert, after a second's thought, he realised the meaning of the beep and walked, half naked out of the bathroom, leaving the hot water flowing. He patted the computer and chuckled at his own illogical behaviour. Grabbing the tape out from the recording device he pushed another in and hooked it back up.
Ten minutes later, Vaughn had a full bath and had finally found a cassette player and was leaning over, hooking it up, just inside the bathroom door. As he turned the cassette over in his hands he couldn't help but feel guilty, still, Devlin demanded it be done without Sydney's awareness and Vaughn figured he was the best man for it.
He put the tape in and pressed play. Stripping down completely he sank into the bath water, the steam fogging his vision. He closed his eyes and thought about the day with a smile on his lips. His happy thoughts didn't last long; Sydney's voice flowed from the cassette into the room, pulling Vaughn up a little and forcing his eyes open, "Being a spy is pretty 'wow'".