Alias - Stalking the Truth
by theONLYone -|therealonlyone@yahoo.com|-
(key:) = - scene change, [xy:] - voiceover by xy, /*/*\*\ - flashback, \*\*/*/ - end flashback
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Vaughn took his sunglasses off and folded them up. He handed them to Sydney, who put them in the glove compartment without questioning him. "Sydney, we—I think we should speak to your father."
Sydney glanced at him sharply, brown eyes glimmering with question. "Why?"
"I found a memo on my desk last week, but it's taken me some time to decipher what it said on it."
"It wasn't written English?"
"Yeah, it was, but it I think he could help us understand it. I still haven't figured out its full meaning." He paused for a moment, and his lips curled up into a smile for just under a nanosecond. "I know what you're going to ask me now. I have a copy of in in my wallet."
His wallet? Sydney wondered, watching him drive with his left hand so he could fish his wallet out of his back pocket. What was wrong with a coat pocket or something? That's where all the secret agents on TV put their information.
He tossed it toward her lap and she caught it. "It's in the billfold," he said. Sydney opened up the folded black leather. All it contained was a badge, his driver's license, and—sure enough—a piece of folded up white paper in the billfold. She unfolded it and looked it over.
"Is there something significant about the date?"
"That's the day when—" He pondered stopping; she could fit the pieces together. "That's the day my father died."
As she placed the paper back inside Vaughn's wallet, Sydney found a penny. She picked it up and out of curiousity looked at the year. 1994. The same year she was recruited for SD-6. "I found a penny in your wallet. I guess I broke the whole non-material guy look you were going for."
"Huh? Oh, that. I didn't know I put it in there."
"Is it anything special? Or am I just being a busybody?"
"I don't know; I haven't had a chance to look at it. It came with the note."
It all seemed very suspicious to Sydney, but she kept her mouth shut as she watched Vaughn make it look like he was concentrating on the road ahead of him. She was trained to notice these kinds of things. The penny had thrown him off, shaken him. She would have to look into it.
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They had been driving for so long it was beginning to grow dark. Sydney didn't remember exactly what time they had started. And they still didn't have a definite destination.
Sydney was driving again. While she had taken over the wheel for only half an hour so far, Vaughn was stealing a catnap. She'd found herself compelled to look at him numerous times. Watching him breathe. Repeatedly she had to shake her head vigorously, and she just barely missed driving off the road twice.
To get her mind off Japan, the heat, Vaughn—Sydney recited Russian poetry in her head. She had even recited a forty-three line free verse out loud without Vaughn stirring at all. She smiled. The thought of him sleeping through anything amused her. He needed the sleep, though. She needed the sleep. Next time Vaughn takes over, she mentally noted, I'm snoring.
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Well, Vaughn did take over—but Sydney was not snoring. She was sleeping peacefully and soundlessly, except for her breaths.
But they weren't moving.
About two hours after Sydney and Vaughn had switched roles, the engine had sputtered and finally quit. Since they were in a government car, there was no way for Vaughn to access the warranty from a tune-up place without blowing their covers. Neither could he call back for help, because Devlin was sure to get on his case with the usual lecture on protocol and risks and the possibility of SD-6 finding them. Vaughn was unsure how high the probability was of anyone finding them out in the middle of nowhere.
At the moment, the car was parked on the side of the road (it wasn't big enough to be called a highway or even a street). Sydney was not the only one sleeping, however. Vaughn, in the driver's seat, had even breaths and was snoring quietly.
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Surprisingly, it the light sound of Vaughn snoring that caused Sydney to wake.
When she woke, her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds. There was an unbelievable amount of warmth covering her, and she realized that she was in the middle of what appeared to be a desert. An arm was draped over her shoulders. She traced it with her eyes until she saw Vaughn sitting beside her.
Sydney smiled. Vaughn looked so sweet and calm next to her. The sun was hitting his eyes, and she leaned forward to open the glove compartment and take out Vaughn's sunglasses. His arm slid down on her back so she sat up and fixed it. Gently, so as not to wake him, she put his sunglasses on him. He shifted in his seat.
No longer comfortable with the arm around her, Sydney moved his arm around her head. She took Vaughn's hand in hers. The action seemed natural, their hands seemed to conform perfectly. Sydney placed their hands on her thigh. She had almost forgotten that his jacket was in her lap, and she saw it now but did nothing about it.
Head clear of the toughts that should have been running through her head—like Japan, Dixon, protocol, or even SD-6—Sydney drifted off to sleep once more.
a/n i've seen krispy kreme in other ppl's fics! an impact of my lovely doughnut-filled scene?
hoping s/v have a moment in the next ep. i know you will be too: tOo
KISS HER, DAMN IT! (my new motto)
by theONLYone -|therealonlyone@yahoo.com|-
(key:) = - scene change, [xy:] - voiceover by xy, /*/*\*\ - flashback, \*\*/*/ - end flashback
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Vaughn took his sunglasses off and folded them up. He handed them to Sydney, who put them in the glove compartment without questioning him. "Sydney, we—I think we should speak to your father."
Sydney glanced at him sharply, brown eyes glimmering with question. "Why?"
"I found a memo on my desk last week, but it's taken me some time to decipher what it said on it."
"It wasn't written English?"
"Yeah, it was, but it I think he could help us understand it. I still haven't figured out its full meaning." He paused for a moment, and his lips curled up into a smile for just under a nanosecond. "I know what you're going to ask me now. I have a copy of in in my wallet."
His wallet? Sydney wondered, watching him drive with his left hand so he could fish his wallet out of his back pocket. What was wrong with a coat pocket or something? That's where all the secret agents on TV put their information.
He tossed it toward her lap and she caught it. "It's in the billfold," he said. Sydney opened up the folded black leather. All it contained was a badge, his driver's license, and—sure enough—a piece of folded up white paper in the billfold. She unfolded it and looked it over.
"Is there something significant about the date?"
"That's the day when—" He pondered stopping; she could fit the pieces together. "That's the day my father died."
As she placed the paper back inside Vaughn's wallet, Sydney found a penny. She picked it up and out of curiousity looked at the year. 1994. The same year she was recruited for SD-6. "I found a penny in your wallet. I guess I broke the whole non-material guy look you were going for."
"Huh? Oh, that. I didn't know I put it in there."
"Is it anything special? Or am I just being a busybody?"
"I don't know; I haven't had a chance to look at it. It came with the note."
It all seemed very suspicious to Sydney, but she kept her mouth shut as she watched Vaughn make it look like he was concentrating on the road ahead of him. She was trained to notice these kinds of things. The penny had thrown him off, shaken him. She would have to look into it.
=====
They had been driving for so long it was beginning to grow dark. Sydney didn't remember exactly what time they had started. And they still didn't have a definite destination.
Sydney was driving again. While she had taken over the wheel for only half an hour so far, Vaughn was stealing a catnap. She'd found herself compelled to look at him numerous times. Watching him breathe. Repeatedly she had to shake her head vigorously, and she just barely missed driving off the road twice.
To get her mind off Japan, the heat, Vaughn—Sydney recited Russian poetry in her head. She had even recited a forty-three line free verse out loud without Vaughn stirring at all. She smiled. The thought of him sleeping through anything amused her. He needed the sleep, though. She needed the sleep. Next time Vaughn takes over, she mentally noted, I'm snoring.
=====
Well, Vaughn did take over—but Sydney was not snoring. She was sleeping peacefully and soundlessly, except for her breaths.
But they weren't moving.
About two hours after Sydney and Vaughn had switched roles, the engine had sputtered and finally quit. Since they were in a government car, there was no way for Vaughn to access the warranty from a tune-up place without blowing their covers. Neither could he call back for help, because Devlin was sure to get on his case with the usual lecture on protocol and risks and the possibility of SD-6 finding them. Vaughn was unsure how high the probability was of anyone finding them out in the middle of nowhere.
At the moment, the car was parked on the side of the road (it wasn't big enough to be called a highway or even a street). Sydney was not the only one sleeping, however. Vaughn, in the driver's seat, had even breaths and was snoring quietly.
=====
Surprisingly, it the light sound of Vaughn snoring that caused Sydney to wake.
When she woke, her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds. There was an unbelievable amount of warmth covering her, and she realized that she was in the middle of what appeared to be a desert. An arm was draped over her shoulders. She traced it with her eyes until she saw Vaughn sitting beside her.
Sydney smiled. Vaughn looked so sweet and calm next to her. The sun was hitting his eyes, and she leaned forward to open the glove compartment and take out Vaughn's sunglasses. His arm slid down on her back so she sat up and fixed it. Gently, so as not to wake him, she put his sunglasses on him. He shifted in his seat.
No longer comfortable with the arm around her, Sydney moved his arm around her head. She took Vaughn's hand in hers. The action seemed natural, their hands seemed to conform perfectly. Sydney placed their hands on her thigh. She had almost forgotten that his jacket was in her lap, and she saw it now but did nothing about it.
Head clear of the toughts that should have been running through her head—like Japan, Dixon, protocol, or even SD-6—Sydney drifted off to sleep once more.
a/n i've seen krispy kreme in other ppl's fics! an impact of my lovely doughnut-filled scene?
hoping s/v have a moment in the next ep. i know you will be too: tOo
KISS HER, DAMN IT! (my new motto)