Title: Wish List
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
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, eventually. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Okay, this is it for a couple of days, not my problem, lol. I hope that there are lots of reviews for me when I get back. And I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Seven
Twenty minutes later Vaughn was sitting cross legged in the bath, his arms dangling over the side, his brow creased while his mouth tried not to smile. The tape had started relatively innocently and it wasn't as if Vaughn was doing it because he wanted to. Devlin had demanded that all conversations without him present be taped and listened to, just to make sure Sydney didn't let something too big slip and to watch for signs that Francie was thinking about doing something stupid or was a spy.
Vaughn had been able to see the entire scene in his head and as the conversation quickly turned to him he wanted to turn the tape off but something inside him wouldn't let him do it. He had been forced to sit there, his heart screaming for joy and his head screaming at him for being so wrong. The dialogue had been completely about him, most of it pretty superficial but it had also held small and large truths that he wasn't going to be able to hide now that he knew them.
Vaughn wasn't really angry at Sydney or Francie despite the fact that his mind was blaming them, he was almost thankful that it was out in the open. But then he remembered that it wasn't, that while Sydney had admitted it, she had no idea he knew. And she still couldn't be sure if he did love her and, he supposed, he couldn't be sure that she loved him because she hadn't actually said anything.
Awkwardly, he climbed out of the bath and onto the mat, grabbing the fluffy towel; he wrapped it around his waist and walked out into the hall to check one last time on the computers. Finding everything in order, Vaughn turned and wandered over to where his clothes lay, neatly folded on the ground. He grabbed a pair of his favourite boxers and left the towel to dry on the ground. Rubbing his eyes and letting a yawn escape his lips, Vaughn set the alarm clock for five, knowing that agents would begin to arrive at six, and fell onto the couch, pulling a blanket over his body and cuddling into the comfy material.
Shutting and opening his eyes, Vaughn looked for sleep but found no way to drift into slumber. He lay on his back and played the conversation over and over in his head, little bits that he remembered ran through his mind, Sydney's voice ringing out as he debated over whether this was a good thing or not.
"Very, extremely, incredibly, tremendously, unbelievably hot," Vaughn had to grin at that, she truly was a great spy if she thought that, because she had never given even the slightest hint she thought of him like that. His hands went up behind his head as he realised that this was, if only for him, a very good thing to know.
An alarm went off in Sydney's house a few minutes past seven and in two different rooms two heads shot up. Francie wandered out of her room, her hands in the air as though it were too dark for her to see and her eyes squinting against the bright light of morning. Sydney waltzed out of her room, head high and blue silk dressing gown flowing out behind her. She smiled at Francie, positively beaming. "Good morning!"
Francie just looked at her, upset that she had been woken up so early. "No offence but are you sure they call a time like this morning, I figure dawn and if you look up 'dawn' in the dictionary I think it will say Francie will still be in bed at this time on a Sunday!" Sydney just grinned back, not worried at her friend's grumpy morning persona
"Go and have a shower, I'll make breakfast." Sydney made for the kitchen, her roommate just staring at a woman who had, the morning before, rolled out of bed to answer the phone and then spent the next ten minutes ranting about getting up early. Francie eventually decided to go and wash as she doubted that Sydney would make breakfast unless she did.
After spending twenty minutes under steaming water, Francie felt much better, but still tired. She put her pyjama pants back on and found a tank top that would do until she could find something worth really wearing for the day. Wandering down to the kitchen she found Sydney working furiously over the stove, flipping pancakes and trying to make a batch of coffee.
At the sound of Francie's footsteps, Sydney whirled around exasperation written all over her face. "Finally. Vaughn will be here in like ten minutes. Can you handle these?"
"What do you mean 'Vaughn'll be here in ten minutes'," Sydney stopped and turned around. "Well?"
"He rang while you were in the shower and just said "I'll be there in fifteen minutes" and then he hung up. Now flip the pancakes and I'll be out in a second."
Francie stared after Sydney as she headed hastily for the bathroom, picking up a towel on the way. Francie shook her head and looked down at the relatively well cooked pancakes. Finally some of her cooking talent was rubbing off. Francie continued to work in the kitchen, cooking, cleaning and organising three places at the table along with jams, lemon and sugar all the while waiting for Sydney to rush out and start asking her difficult questions.
As fate would have it, a soft nock on the front door had Francie wandering out, not bothering to mind about her apparel, to let Vaughn in. She smiled serenely and let him in, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. When he just smiled, feeling strangely comfortable with Francie, she couldn't stop herself form saying, "Not the same effect as Syd hey?"
Vaughn gaped at her, his face turning red as he looked at her in shock. "Don't tell Sydney I said that. You're early." Vaughn nodded dumbly.
"I, um, didn't have far to come." He smiled at her as he slowly came to the comprehension that she wasn't going to say anything like that around Sydney, at least not when both of them were there.
Francie was about to say something else when Sydney's voice was heard down the hall, "Francie, have you seen my jeans?" Before anyone could do anything to avoid the situation, Sydney came around the corner, green towel wrapped around her giving a shockingly good view of her legs. She was brushing her hair viciously and it took her a second to realise that her handler was standing less than four metres from her, goofy grin upon his lips and face a light shade of red.
And even then, all she could say was, "You're early!"
Vaughn just laughed and said, "Obviously," Francie rolling her eyes as the pair simultaneously checked each other out, Vaughn having the advantage of a lack of clothes.
Sydney finished looking at his jeans and black shirt and looked back up, first at Francie who was watching both of them, an eyebrow raised high in humour and 'How could you not realise what is going on'. Next she peered over at Vaughn who she found had his eyes quite blatantly scanning up and down her legs. On impulse, she felt the muscles clench and watched as he involuntarily licked his lips.
She moved her head enough to get his attention and he looked back up at her, his face slowly turning the colour of blood and a cheeky grin upon his lips. "I'll just go and get changed." Sydney said and gave a look that indicated to Francie that she was needed.
Vaughn wandered into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes begging him to come and look. He found a stack of perhaps twelve large, round, steaming cakes, piled high and the oven just turned off. Looking around he realised that the table was already set and he proceeded to take the plate over to the table. Sitting down he waited for the girls' return.
Racing into her room, a hand holding the towel in place, Sydney couldn't help but giggle a little at the situation. It was turning into something out of a soap and it was most probably all Francie's fault. "How could you let me walk out there like that?"
"Hey," Francie said in defence, "First of all, you should have been more careful, of course there was a chance he was going to be out there and second of all like he's gonna complain." Francie laughed at the look of shock that passed over her room mates' face. "Well, it's true. Did you see his face?"
"I did, and I remind you that nothing can happen," Francie smiled as though she didn't believe it but nodded her head and stood up to leave. "Give me a second, I'll be right out."
While Francie doubted Sydney would be out any time soon, she stopped at the door of the kitchen watching Vaughn as he sat in one of the chairs, running a hand through his hair and grinning to himself about something. She stood there for a while and was shocked when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around she found Sydney dressed in a tracksuit, her hair still loose and dripping.
Francie motioned to where Vaughn was still sitting thinking and Sydney could do little but watch.
Vaughn felt the pair of eyes on him become two pairs of eyes and surmised that Sydney and Francie were both, for one reason or another watching him. He smiled even more, knowing that he was about to spend yet another fantastic day with Sydney. Cracking his jaw, he stood up purposely, careful to stretch enough to allow a glimpse of the skin at his hips and scratched at his side, slipping the shirt up higher. He had no idea why he was doing this, but it felt good. Finishing his stretch he returned to his normal stance.
He laughed a little at the gasps he heard from the door and wandered over, he opened the door to find Sydney and Francie with straight faces and walking towards him as though they had never been there. He just lifted an eyebrow and moved back to the table.
Once they were all seated, Francie offered the pancakes around and Vaughn was slightly shocked when Sydney took five for herself and placed them on her plate. Seeing his look she looked at his plate where three pancakes sat and felt her face blush. "I need lots of food."
"I always said she was a pig, now I know why, god, all of that running. Michael said in stilettos..." Vaughn raised his eyebrows at her as Francie relieved the situation and changed the situation.
"Sloane has this thing about four inch heals and tight dresses, I swear he has great taste, but I mean, they're sort of a pain." Sydney laughed as images from various missions poped into her mind. "My most common injury is a twisted ankle."
"He should work in fashion," Vaughn added cheerfully.
Sydney laughed and continued, "I remember once he had my trying to hang from the ceiling in this black wig and green dress with no font and the heels, I swear they almost killed me." Everyone laughed along while Francie secretively watched the two of them.
She suddenly stood up, "I just remembered, I have to go and call my mom, she's been trying to grab me all week and I just remember that she's going out today." Francie disappeared with the cordless into her room leaving the room shrouded in an uncomfortable silence.
Vaughn suddenly, out of no where, had the urge to tell Sydney about the bug. He still felt guilty about listening and at least if he told her she wouldn't talk about anything so private again. He swallowed before broaching the subject, trying not to look at her, "Um, Syd, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I think that you have a right to know."
Sydney watched him, her heart accelerating as she began to dream of what he was about to say. "Devlin has a bug planted in here recording everything you say when I'm not here." Sydney's heart stopped, that wasn't it, and fear boiled up as she tried to remember what she'd said the night before. "Everything is transmitted to the operation's headquarters and I have to listen to it." He gulped, ready with a story if she wanted to know what he had already heard.
"Vaughn," Sydney stopped and started again. "Vaughn, whatever I said, I didn't mean it."
Francie stopped at the door, watching carefully as the conversation unfolded.
"I haven't listened to it..." Vaughn's voice trailed off as her words sunk in. "What didn't you mean?"
"What I said, it was just a show, for Francie. She doesn't understand how dangerous this is and I wanted her to feel like I was having some fun...with you." Sydney continued, unaware of the pain she was inflicting. "It was all just lies."
"I don't believe you." Vaughn bit his lip.
"You did listen?" Sydney's voice rose as she realised that this was going to be a hard lie to pull off. "You lied to me! Vaughn, you have to understand that it was all made up."
Vaughn's eyes flickered over to the door where Francie stood to see Francie peeking through, nodding to him, showing that he was right. "I still don't believe you and yes, I lied, what was I supposed to do?"
Emotion rushed over Sydney in waves, growing and growing as they smashed harder and harder into her, anger, embarrassment, fear; fear for him knowing, or fear for loosing him over something so small she didn't know. "Vaughn, this isn't the time or the place."
He cut across her, "Then when? Where? Sydney this is as good a chance as we will ever get. Look me in the eye and tell me in was all made up, and I'll believe you." Vaughn had to bit his tongue to stop himself from looking to the ground, what if she could say it to his face. Was she really that good a liar? Of course she was.
Sydney looked up at him, her face steely and harsh. Up past his lips, pressed hard against each other, past his nose and up to his green eyes. She looked into them and felt him looking back. She opened her mouth; sure she would be able to pull this off. "It," she coughed and looked down before raising her head again, "It was...It was..." Vaughn nodded to her, trying to draw the truth out. "It was all true."
Vaughn stared at her, trying to work out what she meant. She was staring down. "Syd..."
"But we can't do anything about it," she told him, "Nothing so don't try..."
She was cut off as soft, sweet lips fell on hers, soft, not insistent but still with a dull, thudding passion behind the façade of timid butterfly kisses, Vaughn leaning out and in, over and over again until Sydney found herself, and her arms went up to wrap harshly around her handler's body. One under his arm and up into his hair, the other going around to his back and pushing him closer. Vaughn's next kiss didn't end so quickly, his mouth crashing down on hers and her lips opening to invite him in. His hands were in her hair and around her face, pulling her to him, gently and harshly all at once.
Sydney flew backwards almost as quickly as she had flown forwards. A look of shock on her face as she watched Vaughn open his eyes and look at her hungry and confused. She shook her head and turned, running out of the front door and down the street as fast as she could.
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Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
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, eventually. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Okay, this is it for a couple of days, not my problem, lol. I hope that there are lots of reviews for me when I get back. And I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Seven
Twenty minutes later Vaughn was sitting cross legged in the bath, his arms dangling over the side, his brow creased while his mouth tried not to smile. The tape had started relatively innocently and it wasn't as if Vaughn was doing it because he wanted to. Devlin had demanded that all conversations without him present be taped and listened to, just to make sure Sydney didn't let something too big slip and to watch for signs that Francie was thinking about doing something stupid or was a spy.
Vaughn had been able to see the entire scene in his head and as the conversation quickly turned to him he wanted to turn the tape off but something inside him wouldn't let him do it. He had been forced to sit there, his heart screaming for joy and his head screaming at him for being so wrong. The dialogue had been completely about him, most of it pretty superficial but it had also held small and large truths that he wasn't going to be able to hide now that he knew them.
Vaughn wasn't really angry at Sydney or Francie despite the fact that his mind was blaming them, he was almost thankful that it was out in the open. But then he remembered that it wasn't, that while Sydney had admitted it, she had no idea he knew. And she still couldn't be sure if he did love her and, he supposed, he couldn't be sure that she loved him because she hadn't actually said anything.
Awkwardly, he climbed out of the bath and onto the mat, grabbing the fluffy towel; he wrapped it around his waist and walked out into the hall to check one last time on the computers. Finding everything in order, Vaughn turned and wandered over to where his clothes lay, neatly folded on the ground. He grabbed a pair of his favourite boxers and left the towel to dry on the ground. Rubbing his eyes and letting a yawn escape his lips, Vaughn set the alarm clock for five, knowing that agents would begin to arrive at six, and fell onto the couch, pulling a blanket over his body and cuddling into the comfy material.
Shutting and opening his eyes, Vaughn looked for sleep but found no way to drift into slumber. He lay on his back and played the conversation over and over in his head, little bits that he remembered ran through his mind, Sydney's voice ringing out as he debated over whether this was a good thing or not.
"Very, extremely, incredibly, tremendously, unbelievably hot," Vaughn had to grin at that, she truly was a great spy if she thought that, because she had never given even the slightest hint she thought of him like that. His hands went up behind his head as he realised that this was, if only for him, a very good thing to know.
An alarm went off in Sydney's house a few minutes past seven and in two different rooms two heads shot up. Francie wandered out of her room, her hands in the air as though it were too dark for her to see and her eyes squinting against the bright light of morning. Sydney waltzed out of her room, head high and blue silk dressing gown flowing out behind her. She smiled at Francie, positively beaming. "Good morning!"
Francie just looked at her, upset that she had been woken up so early. "No offence but are you sure they call a time like this morning, I figure dawn and if you look up 'dawn' in the dictionary I think it will say Francie will still be in bed at this time on a Sunday!" Sydney just grinned back, not worried at her friend's grumpy morning persona
"Go and have a shower, I'll make breakfast." Sydney made for the kitchen, her roommate just staring at a woman who had, the morning before, rolled out of bed to answer the phone and then spent the next ten minutes ranting about getting up early. Francie eventually decided to go and wash as she doubted that Sydney would make breakfast unless she did.
After spending twenty minutes under steaming water, Francie felt much better, but still tired. She put her pyjama pants back on and found a tank top that would do until she could find something worth really wearing for the day. Wandering down to the kitchen she found Sydney working furiously over the stove, flipping pancakes and trying to make a batch of coffee.
At the sound of Francie's footsteps, Sydney whirled around exasperation written all over her face. "Finally. Vaughn will be here in like ten minutes. Can you handle these?"
"What do you mean 'Vaughn'll be here in ten minutes'," Sydney stopped and turned around. "Well?"
"He rang while you were in the shower and just said "I'll be there in fifteen minutes" and then he hung up. Now flip the pancakes and I'll be out in a second."
Francie stared after Sydney as she headed hastily for the bathroom, picking up a towel on the way. Francie shook her head and looked down at the relatively well cooked pancakes. Finally some of her cooking talent was rubbing off. Francie continued to work in the kitchen, cooking, cleaning and organising three places at the table along with jams, lemon and sugar all the while waiting for Sydney to rush out and start asking her difficult questions.
As fate would have it, a soft nock on the front door had Francie wandering out, not bothering to mind about her apparel, to let Vaughn in. She smiled serenely and let him in, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. When he just smiled, feeling strangely comfortable with Francie, she couldn't stop herself form saying, "Not the same effect as Syd hey?"
Vaughn gaped at her, his face turning red as he looked at her in shock. "Don't tell Sydney I said that. You're early." Vaughn nodded dumbly.
"I, um, didn't have far to come." He smiled at her as he slowly came to the comprehension that she wasn't going to say anything like that around Sydney, at least not when both of them were there.
Francie was about to say something else when Sydney's voice was heard down the hall, "Francie, have you seen my jeans?" Before anyone could do anything to avoid the situation, Sydney came around the corner, green towel wrapped around her giving a shockingly good view of her legs. She was brushing her hair viciously and it took her a second to realise that her handler was standing less than four metres from her, goofy grin upon his lips and face a light shade of red.
And even then, all she could say was, "You're early!"
Vaughn just laughed and said, "Obviously," Francie rolling her eyes as the pair simultaneously checked each other out, Vaughn having the advantage of a lack of clothes.
Sydney finished looking at his jeans and black shirt and looked back up, first at Francie who was watching both of them, an eyebrow raised high in humour and 'How could you not realise what is going on'. Next she peered over at Vaughn who she found had his eyes quite blatantly scanning up and down her legs. On impulse, she felt the muscles clench and watched as he involuntarily licked his lips.
She moved her head enough to get his attention and he looked back up at her, his face slowly turning the colour of blood and a cheeky grin upon his lips. "I'll just go and get changed." Sydney said and gave a look that indicated to Francie that she was needed.
Vaughn wandered into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes begging him to come and look. He found a stack of perhaps twelve large, round, steaming cakes, piled high and the oven just turned off. Looking around he realised that the table was already set and he proceeded to take the plate over to the table. Sitting down he waited for the girls' return.
Racing into her room, a hand holding the towel in place, Sydney couldn't help but giggle a little at the situation. It was turning into something out of a soap and it was most probably all Francie's fault. "How could you let me walk out there like that?"
"Hey," Francie said in defence, "First of all, you should have been more careful, of course there was a chance he was going to be out there and second of all like he's gonna complain." Francie laughed at the look of shock that passed over her room mates' face. "Well, it's true. Did you see his face?"
"I did, and I remind you that nothing can happen," Francie smiled as though she didn't believe it but nodded her head and stood up to leave. "Give me a second, I'll be right out."
While Francie doubted Sydney would be out any time soon, she stopped at the door of the kitchen watching Vaughn as he sat in one of the chairs, running a hand through his hair and grinning to himself about something. She stood there for a while and was shocked when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around she found Sydney dressed in a tracksuit, her hair still loose and dripping.
Francie motioned to where Vaughn was still sitting thinking and Sydney could do little but watch.
Vaughn felt the pair of eyes on him become two pairs of eyes and surmised that Sydney and Francie were both, for one reason or another watching him. He smiled even more, knowing that he was about to spend yet another fantastic day with Sydney. Cracking his jaw, he stood up purposely, careful to stretch enough to allow a glimpse of the skin at his hips and scratched at his side, slipping the shirt up higher. He had no idea why he was doing this, but it felt good. Finishing his stretch he returned to his normal stance.
He laughed a little at the gasps he heard from the door and wandered over, he opened the door to find Sydney and Francie with straight faces and walking towards him as though they had never been there. He just lifted an eyebrow and moved back to the table.
Once they were all seated, Francie offered the pancakes around and Vaughn was slightly shocked when Sydney took five for herself and placed them on her plate. Seeing his look she looked at his plate where three pancakes sat and felt her face blush. "I need lots of food."
"I always said she was a pig, now I know why, god, all of that running. Michael said in stilettos..." Vaughn raised his eyebrows at her as Francie relieved the situation and changed the situation.
"Sloane has this thing about four inch heals and tight dresses, I swear he has great taste, but I mean, they're sort of a pain." Sydney laughed as images from various missions poped into her mind. "My most common injury is a twisted ankle."
"He should work in fashion," Vaughn added cheerfully.
Sydney laughed and continued, "I remember once he had my trying to hang from the ceiling in this black wig and green dress with no font and the heels, I swear they almost killed me." Everyone laughed along while Francie secretively watched the two of them.
She suddenly stood up, "I just remembered, I have to go and call my mom, she's been trying to grab me all week and I just remember that she's going out today." Francie disappeared with the cordless into her room leaving the room shrouded in an uncomfortable silence.
Vaughn suddenly, out of no where, had the urge to tell Sydney about the bug. He still felt guilty about listening and at least if he told her she wouldn't talk about anything so private again. He swallowed before broaching the subject, trying not to look at her, "Um, Syd, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I think that you have a right to know."
Sydney watched him, her heart accelerating as she began to dream of what he was about to say. "Devlin has a bug planted in here recording everything you say when I'm not here." Sydney's heart stopped, that wasn't it, and fear boiled up as she tried to remember what she'd said the night before. "Everything is transmitted to the operation's headquarters and I have to listen to it." He gulped, ready with a story if she wanted to know what he had already heard.
"Vaughn," Sydney stopped and started again. "Vaughn, whatever I said, I didn't mean it."
Francie stopped at the door, watching carefully as the conversation unfolded.
"I haven't listened to it..." Vaughn's voice trailed off as her words sunk in. "What didn't you mean?"
"What I said, it was just a show, for Francie. She doesn't understand how dangerous this is and I wanted her to feel like I was having some fun...with you." Sydney continued, unaware of the pain she was inflicting. "It was all just lies."
"I don't believe you." Vaughn bit his lip.
"You did listen?" Sydney's voice rose as she realised that this was going to be a hard lie to pull off. "You lied to me! Vaughn, you have to understand that it was all made up."
Vaughn's eyes flickered over to the door where Francie stood to see Francie peeking through, nodding to him, showing that he was right. "I still don't believe you and yes, I lied, what was I supposed to do?"
Emotion rushed over Sydney in waves, growing and growing as they smashed harder and harder into her, anger, embarrassment, fear; fear for him knowing, or fear for loosing him over something so small she didn't know. "Vaughn, this isn't the time or the place."
He cut across her, "Then when? Where? Sydney this is as good a chance as we will ever get. Look me in the eye and tell me in was all made up, and I'll believe you." Vaughn had to bit his tongue to stop himself from looking to the ground, what if she could say it to his face. Was she really that good a liar? Of course she was.
Sydney looked up at him, her face steely and harsh. Up past his lips, pressed hard against each other, past his nose and up to his green eyes. She looked into them and felt him looking back. She opened her mouth; sure she would be able to pull this off. "It," she coughed and looked down before raising her head again, "It was...It was..." Vaughn nodded to her, trying to draw the truth out. "It was all true."
Vaughn stared at her, trying to work out what she meant. She was staring down. "Syd..."
"But we can't do anything about it," she told him, "Nothing so don't try..."
She was cut off as soft, sweet lips fell on hers, soft, not insistent but still with a dull, thudding passion behind the façade of timid butterfly kisses, Vaughn leaning out and in, over and over again until Sydney found herself, and her arms went up to wrap harshly around her handler's body. One under his arm and up into his hair, the other going around to his back and pushing him closer. Vaughn's next kiss didn't end so quickly, his mouth crashing down on hers and her lips opening to invite him in. His hands were in her hair and around her face, pulling her to him, gently and harshly all at once.
Sydney flew backwards almost as quickly as she had flown forwards. A look of shock on her face as she watched Vaughn open his eyes and look at her hungry and confused. She shook her head and turned, running out of the front door and down the street as fast as she could.
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