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: Hmmm...well I dunno
Chapter Thirteen
Moving quickly, Jack ran after her, reaching her after she'd taken but only two hesitant steps backwards. Jack grabbed her from behind, forcing her forward, leaning in he whispered to her, shocking Sydney with his decision to stop her and what he said, "Listen to what he has to say." She still made no move to stay, but she didn't push past him and leave either. Trying again, Jack said, "Please, stay or you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
It was so unlike him to say anything like that that Sydney lost her anger for a minute and just turned to him, wondering for the first just how much her father knew and how much he had told Vaughn.
Vaughn, watched, still paralyzed to the spot in the middle of the room as Sydney's face fell, a moment's shock for her father's words which Vaughn had heard and then fear, sadness, defeat, longing and a mixture of other emotions that he didn't want her to ever feel.
Seeing that Vaughn had seen what she truly was thinking, Sydney found herself with two choices. Firstly she could floor her dad, who was still blocking her way out, and just run, perhaps to another country or at least another state, leaving all of her past behind her and just hope she could deal with it. Or she could stay, see what he had to say though she knew it would make little or no difference, the reality that they could never truly be together too well known and accepted and thus unable to be compromised.
Turning, she decided not to floor her father, and took a seat. She looked up at Vaughn who just watched her with a doubtful look and a shyness she hadn't seen about him since their very first meeting. "Well?" she sounded defeated and it pained Vaughn, but, telling himself that she was better off defeated and listening than victorious and out the door, he pushed on.
Vaughn shook his head and took the remaining seat, slumping into it and never losing eye contact with the woman who sat, at least two meters away, her head hanging but her eyes slightly interested in what he had to say.
Jack just walked back in; placing himself just inside the fence, knowing there was a chance that Sydney would try to run once Vaughn said something out of place. Looking gruff, trying to make up for the softness he'd shown with his little speech to Sydney, he leaned back and settled down to listen.
Sydney waited patiently for him to speak and as the seconds ticked by, seeming to take hours, she felt the hair on the back of her neck standing up as though something was about to happen. She always had this feeling before a mission, before a big fight with Will or Francie, before going out with Danny, even before he'd proposed. It was like a pre- adrenaline rush and it told her to expect something any moment, but still Vaughn struggled to come up with the right words.
Jack felt like rolling his eyes, he'd gotten Sydney back in the room, he'd gotten her to sit down and listen, and now Vaughn had forgotten what he was supposed to say, still he just waited, along with everyone else, for someone to speak, to move.
"Well," Vaughn's voice came out stronger than he felt and passionate, in control while inside he was melting into a little puddle of slush. "I know that you think this can't work," straight away, she interrupted.
"I don't think it, it's a fact, I know it," for a moment, she thought about getting her father to back her up, but decided not to, seeing Vaughn grinning as he grabbed control, obviously she'd made a mistake and he was about to point it out. Looking back over her words, she couldn't find what it was she had done wrong.
"What if it wasn't a fact?" Sydney looked at him confused and asked him what he meant, her voice incredulous. "Well, let's just pretend that it could all work. That we could be handler and agent and be together." Sydney looked at her father for a moment, not taking any notice of what he was doing; just a little embarrassed to be having this conversation in front of him.
Jack quickly covered up the grin he'd been giving when Sydney's eyes slid to his and while he hadn't thought it was a good cover up, she just looked at him weakly before turning back to face Vaughn, looking at him with a mixture of bemusement and misery. "What do you mean? We couldn't. You know that." For a moment, she wondered whether he'd gone insane, but looking at him and seeing no sign of insanity, she continued to wonder where he was leading her with his questions.
"Well, what if we could?" She still looked at him without an expression he wanted to see. He paused a second, gathering his thoughts, "You'd want that wouldn't you?" Before she could stop herself, she was nodding a small sigh escaping her lips as once again her mind reminded her heart that he was talking rubbish. Vaughn smiled, "Right, so nothing would stand in our way then?"
She looked at him, exasperated and still confused, "Vaughn, you're forgetting a few small things!" He grinned, knowing that if he could just get her to listen he might be able to hold on to her forever. "I mean, first of all protocol," she paused for a minute, waiting for her dad to come in and back her up but he didn't, only shrugging when she looked his way. "Secondly, it ups the chances of me being killed and you were right; that isn't a way of serving my country." She waited, wanting desperately for Jack to come in and help her out as none of this was hitting Vaughn at all, by the looks of him, it was only increasing his high hopes and the smirk he was wearing.
"Thirdly, if the CIA finds out we'll both be fired and last, but not least, if SD-6 finds out we'll both be dead." He just grinned, knowing that to explain he was going to have to play with her, to make her want to listen to what he had to say and not just blurt it all out at once, but slow and explaining it so that she understood. "Dead, Vaughn, does that mean nothing to you?"
Thinking hard, Vaughn decided to try to kill each of her reasons not to, and then give her reasons why it was a good idea and then hope to hell Jack would help him when it came to explaining that they were an exception. Taking a deep breath he started with her last point, "Syd, us being involved would make no difference to SD-6, they'd kill both of us either way if they knew who we were." She glared at him, knowing he was right.
"As for the CIA firing us, I can handle that," she looked at him inquisitively, knowing there was more to that answer, but that he wasn't ready to explain, not yet. Still, she didn't speak and waited for him to continued, "I don't think it ups the chances of you being killed," she was ready to interrupt but his voice ran over the top of hers, growing with his confidence as he found more and more ways to beat her. "And don't try and argue with me on this one, because I know for a fact that when we were working together you never would have been so stupid to threaten Sloane. But, not, without me," he threw the 'without me' in, just for fun and got a scowl from Jack for it, which only made him repeat it, "With out me, you decide to go and shoot his walls down."
She glared at him, knowing he was winning and while that was all good considering she wanted him to be right, it still meant she was being beaten. She sat up a little, eager to hear more of his rant, "And as for protocol, well..." he looked at Jack, knowing exactly what he wanted to say, but a little scared of Jack shooting him on the spot for it. Summoning up his courage, he let it out, "Screw protocol, it's wrong. How many times would you be dead if we ran by the rules?"
Sydney knew he was right, she'd probably be dead five times over along with Vaughn and her dad, but she didn't say it, seeing that he knew he was right without her backing him up. She watched her father for a second, seeing him smiling a little behind the scowl he was trying to direct, quite unsuccessfully at Vaughn.
"I mean it," he continued, quite happy with where his speech was going, "We'd all be dead, the CIA would have about half the Rambaldi stuff they have now and we'd still be miles from taking SD-6 down," Sydney's brow creased as she realised he was right. "So why do you want to listen to it only when it comes to us?" His voice was quieter, almost whispered, Jack totally forgotten stood in the corner, watching with battered breath. "When it comes to me and you?"
Sydney swallowed, "I don't know. But it does and until you can somehow get it past the CIA that we can go off and have any kind of relationship we want. Well, I'm keeping my new handler." She couldn't believe she was saying this, still throwing him away, sure in her heart that if she did anything wrong by the CIA there'd be hell to pay and at that very moment in her life, taking down SD-6 was top priority.
Looking up, Sydney was thrown into confusion when she found Vaughn grinning at her, eyebrow raised as though he knew something she didn't and desperately wanted to all her, but wasn't sure how to. "What?" she asked.
"I'll tell you if you promise not to interrupt and not to freak," it was like some huge piece of gossip and Jack found himself rolling his eyes and looking at his watch, realising that he'd been standing there for over forty five minutes. Sydney nodded, glancing at her dad to realise he was in on whatever Vaughn was talking about. "Okay," he took a deep breath and began.
"Um...okay, sometimes, the CIA lets agents be together," wow, Vaughn played it back and it sounded horrible, quickly he started again, "I didn't know until a few hours ago, but once or twice they deem a couple to be better for the organisation than worse and they encourage the relationship." Vaughn looked to Jack, trying to see what he was thinking but only meeting with a small smirk and unreadable eyes.
"So, you see, it's sort of not that bad." It was the lamest speech he'd ever made, the oral he'd done when he was fourteen in sex education had been less awkward. He looked at her as she just continued to look confused and slightly upset. He tried to work out what she wasn't getting and, looking back over his words, he understood that she might have no idea at all regarding what he was talking about.
"Hang on," she thought for a moment, her voice high and unconvinced, "You're going to try to get the CIA to let us have a relationship." She watched him, the idea that he might have had too much to drink or hit his head really hard the night before creeping into her mind.
"No," he was quick to correct," Unofficially, we can do whatever we want," catching a glare from Jack, Vaughn retraced, "I mean, as long as it's okay with you." She grinned, but then her face returned to looking perplexed.
Speaking slowly and with question and hope in every word she asked him, "You mean they're going to just let us have whatever relationship we want, off the record?" He nodded and she smiled, still not quite convinced, turning to her father, waiting for him to say something, anything.
Seeing her watching him, Jack wondered what it was she wanted him to say, but, having no idea, he just said the first thing that came to mind.
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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: Hmmm...well I dunno
Chapter Thirteen
Moving quickly, Jack ran after her, reaching her after she'd taken but only two hesitant steps backwards. Jack grabbed her from behind, forcing her forward, leaning in he whispered to her, shocking Sydney with his decision to stop her and what he said, "Listen to what he has to say." She still made no move to stay, but she didn't push past him and leave either. Trying again, Jack said, "Please, stay or you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
It was so unlike him to say anything like that that Sydney lost her anger for a minute and just turned to him, wondering for the first just how much her father knew and how much he had told Vaughn.
Vaughn, watched, still paralyzed to the spot in the middle of the room as Sydney's face fell, a moment's shock for her father's words which Vaughn had heard and then fear, sadness, defeat, longing and a mixture of other emotions that he didn't want her to ever feel.
Seeing that Vaughn had seen what she truly was thinking, Sydney found herself with two choices. Firstly she could floor her dad, who was still blocking her way out, and just run, perhaps to another country or at least another state, leaving all of her past behind her and just hope she could deal with it. Or she could stay, see what he had to say though she knew it would make little or no difference, the reality that they could never truly be together too well known and accepted and thus unable to be compromised.
Turning, she decided not to floor her father, and took a seat. She looked up at Vaughn who just watched her with a doubtful look and a shyness she hadn't seen about him since their very first meeting. "Well?" she sounded defeated and it pained Vaughn, but, telling himself that she was better off defeated and listening than victorious and out the door, he pushed on.
Vaughn shook his head and took the remaining seat, slumping into it and never losing eye contact with the woman who sat, at least two meters away, her head hanging but her eyes slightly interested in what he had to say.
Jack just walked back in; placing himself just inside the fence, knowing there was a chance that Sydney would try to run once Vaughn said something out of place. Looking gruff, trying to make up for the softness he'd shown with his little speech to Sydney, he leaned back and settled down to listen.
Sydney waited patiently for him to speak and as the seconds ticked by, seeming to take hours, she felt the hair on the back of her neck standing up as though something was about to happen. She always had this feeling before a mission, before a big fight with Will or Francie, before going out with Danny, even before he'd proposed. It was like a pre- adrenaline rush and it told her to expect something any moment, but still Vaughn struggled to come up with the right words.
Jack felt like rolling his eyes, he'd gotten Sydney back in the room, he'd gotten her to sit down and listen, and now Vaughn had forgotten what he was supposed to say, still he just waited, along with everyone else, for someone to speak, to move.
"Well," Vaughn's voice came out stronger than he felt and passionate, in control while inside he was melting into a little puddle of slush. "I know that you think this can't work," straight away, she interrupted.
"I don't think it, it's a fact, I know it," for a moment, she thought about getting her father to back her up, but decided not to, seeing Vaughn grinning as he grabbed control, obviously she'd made a mistake and he was about to point it out. Looking back over her words, she couldn't find what it was she had done wrong.
"What if it wasn't a fact?" Sydney looked at him confused and asked him what he meant, her voice incredulous. "Well, let's just pretend that it could all work. That we could be handler and agent and be together." Sydney looked at her father for a moment, not taking any notice of what he was doing; just a little embarrassed to be having this conversation in front of him.
Jack quickly covered up the grin he'd been giving when Sydney's eyes slid to his and while he hadn't thought it was a good cover up, she just looked at him weakly before turning back to face Vaughn, looking at him with a mixture of bemusement and misery. "What do you mean? We couldn't. You know that." For a moment, she wondered whether he'd gone insane, but looking at him and seeing no sign of insanity, she continued to wonder where he was leading her with his questions.
"Well, what if we could?" She still looked at him without an expression he wanted to see. He paused a second, gathering his thoughts, "You'd want that wouldn't you?" Before she could stop herself, she was nodding a small sigh escaping her lips as once again her mind reminded her heart that he was talking rubbish. Vaughn smiled, "Right, so nothing would stand in our way then?"
She looked at him, exasperated and still confused, "Vaughn, you're forgetting a few small things!" He grinned, knowing that if he could just get her to listen he might be able to hold on to her forever. "I mean, first of all protocol," she paused for a minute, waiting for her dad to come in and back her up but he didn't, only shrugging when she looked his way. "Secondly, it ups the chances of me being killed and you were right; that isn't a way of serving my country." She waited, wanting desperately for Jack to come in and help her out as none of this was hitting Vaughn at all, by the looks of him, it was only increasing his high hopes and the smirk he was wearing.
"Thirdly, if the CIA finds out we'll both be fired and last, but not least, if SD-6 finds out we'll both be dead." He just grinned, knowing that to explain he was going to have to play with her, to make her want to listen to what he had to say and not just blurt it all out at once, but slow and explaining it so that she understood. "Dead, Vaughn, does that mean nothing to you?"
Thinking hard, Vaughn decided to try to kill each of her reasons not to, and then give her reasons why it was a good idea and then hope to hell Jack would help him when it came to explaining that they were an exception. Taking a deep breath he started with her last point, "Syd, us being involved would make no difference to SD-6, they'd kill both of us either way if they knew who we were." She glared at him, knowing he was right.
"As for the CIA firing us, I can handle that," she looked at him inquisitively, knowing there was more to that answer, but that he wasn't ready to explain, not yet. Still, she didn't speak and waited for him to continued, "I don't think it ups the chances of you being killed," she was ready to interrupt but his voice ran over the top of hers, growing with his confidence as he found more and more ways to beat her. "And don't try and argue with me on this one, because I know for a fact that when we were working together you never would have been so stupid to threaten Sloane. But, not, without me," he threw the 'without me' in, just for fun and got a scowl from Jack for it, which only made him repeat it, "With out me, you decide to go and shoot his walls down."
She glared at him, knowing he was winning and while that was all good considering she wanted him to be right, it still meant she was being beaten. She sat up a little, eager to hear more of his rant, "And as for protocol, well..." he looked at Jack, knowing exactly what he wanted to say, but a little scared of Jack shooting him on the spot for it. Summoning up his courage, he let it out, "Screw protocol, it's wrong. How many times would you be dead if we ran by the rules?"
Sydney knew he was right, she'd probably be dead five times over along with Vaughn and her dad, but she didn't say it, seeing that he knew he was right without her backing him up. She watched her father for a second, seeing him smiling a little behind the scowl he was trying to direct, quite unsuccessfully at Vaughn.
"I mean it," he continued, quite happy with where his speech was going, "We'd all be dead, the CIA would have about half the Rambaldi stuff they have now and we'd still be miles from taking SD-6 down," Sydney's brow creased as she realised he was right. "So why do you want to listen to it only when it comes to us?" His voice was quieter, almost whispered, Jack totally forgotten stood in the corner, watching with battered breath. "When it comes to me and you?"
Sydney swallowed, "I don't know. But it does and until you can somehow get it past the CIA that we can go off and have any kind of relationship we want. Well, I'm keeping my new handler." She couldn't believe she was saying this, still throwing him away, sure in her heart that if she did anything wrong by the CIA there'd be hell to pay and at that very moment in her life, taking down SD-6 was top priority.
Looking up, Sydney was thrown into confusion when she found Vaughn grinning at her, eyebrow raised as though he knew something she didn't and desperately wanted to all her, but wasn't sure how to. "What?" she asked.
"I'll tell you if you promise not to interrupt and not to freak," it was like some huge piece of gossip and Jack found himself rolling his eyes and looking at his watch, realising that he'd been standing there for over forty five minutes. Sydney nodded, glancing at her dad to realise he was in on whatever Vaughn was talking about. "Okay," he took a deep breath and began.
"Um...okay, sometimes, the CIA lets agents be together," wow, Vaughn played it back and it sounded horrible, quickly he started again, "I didn't know until a few hours ago, but once or twice they deem a couple to be better for the organisation than worse and they encourage the relationship." Vaughn looked to Jack, trying to see what he was thinking but only meeting with a small smirk and unreadable eyes.
"So, you see, it's sort of not that bad." It was the lamest speech he'd ever made, the oral he'd done when he was fourteen in sex education had been less awkward. He looked at her as she just continued to look confused and slightly upset. He tried to work out what she wasn't getting and, looking back over his words, he understood that she might have no idea at all regarding what he was talking about.
"Hang on," she thought for a moment, her voice high and unconvinced, "You're going to try to get the CIA to let us have a relationship." She watched him, the idea that he might have had too much to drink or hit his head really hard the night before creeping into her mind.
"No," he was quick to correct," Unofficially, we can do whatever we want," catching a glare from Jack, Vaughn retraced, "I mean, as long as it's okay with you." She grinned, but then her face returned to looking perplexed.
Speaking slowly and with question and hope in every word she asked him, "You mean they're going to just let us have whatever relationship we want, off the record?" He nodded and she smiled, still not quite convinced, turning to her father, waiting for him to say something, anything.
Seeing her watching him, Jack wondered what it was she wanted him to say, but, having no idea, he just said the first thing that came to mind.
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