TITLE: Past
AUTHOR: Carrie
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know so I can visit
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alias or any of the characters that appear on the show.
NOTE: I don't speak French, I got it off of an automatic translator online, so I'm sorry if it's weird. It's not really crucial to the plot though, so I figure it doesn't really matter if the grammar's right. Thanks so much for your reviews.I really appreciate any corrections you can make too, I hate it when people post things with errors, so any corrections you have I'll be sure to make! Thanks!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sydney and Vaughn arrived at their hotel in Rhone right on time. They had finalized all of their plans on the way over, and they would leave for the club in two hours. They checked in, and headed up to their rooms, playing their parts as two friends on vacation and discussing plans to go to a nice dinner that evening.
"That sounds great." Sydney said smiling. "I'll meet you in the lobby at eight."
Vaughn only nodded, and walked into his room.
He surveyed the room. It was nice, he had to admit. He walked over to the bed and dropped his bag on the ground. He sighed and sank down onto the bed. He had two hours before he had to meet Sydney. He decided to check out the TV and minibar, before taking a shower.
In her room, Sydney was already starting to get ready. It always took her a while to dress for missions, especially formal ones, but she wanted to look really good tonight. She knew that she could never have Vaughn, but for some reason, she wanted to impress him. She wanted him to want her, as much as she wanted him.
Eight o'clock came, and Vaughn was waiting in the lobby. He leaned against a table with a large pot of flowers on it, and began to toy with the flowers. He was nervous. Sure, he'd been on missions with her before, but he felt like this one was really important. He wanted to impress her. To show her what he could do, that he could perform at her level. He knew that she hadn't meant to insult him when she asked why he kept accompanying her on missions, but he felt like it was a blow it his ego that she questioned it.
He glanced at his watch; it was five after eight. He was looking around the lobby, just taking it all in, when he spotted her. About ten stairs separated the elevators and the lobby, and Sydney was standing at the top. Vaughn's breath caught in his throat when she began to walk towards him. She was smiling, as if she knew how irresistible she was. He obviously looked at her, starting at her feet. Her high heals accentuated the length of her legs, making them look like they went on for miles. Her black dress started a few inches above her knee, relatively modest, but the slits on either side were just a couple inches short of her hip. It fit her like a second skin, hugging every curve, tight enough so that it wouldn't get slip out of place during the mission. The neckline plunged right on the edge of indecency. Her hair was a few shades lighter than usual, and piled on top of her head with some tendrils hanging down. He was utterly speechless as she approached him.
Sydney knew how amazing she looked. It had taken her just over two hours to get ready, and she knew it showed. She loved the feeling of Vaughn's eyes on her, and she felt her temperature rise as she approached him. He looked delicious. She relished every chance she got to see him in normal clothes, and she definitely appreciated this one. He was wearing black pants and a dark green shirt, perfectly complementing his eyes. He was wearing a leather coat; similar to the one he had worn in Taipei. She loved that coat. His hair was more tousled and spiky than usual, giving her an urge to run her hands through it.
She walked up to him and smiled, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she jumped in.
"Sorry I'm late." She offered, knowing he wasn't going to say anything being a few minutes late.
Vaughn cleared his throat. "Don't worry about it." He replied. He just looked at her for a moment, drinking her in. "You look.incredible." He complimented.
Sydney smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself." She replied, walking past him. Vaughn enjoyed the view for a moment before following her.
They walked outside and Vaughn handed a ticket to the valet.
"C'est une Jaguar noir." Vaughn told the valet.
"C'est une belle voiture pour un homme jeune comme vous." The valet commented.
"Et je considère que je mérite une belle voiture." Vaughn told him.
The valet left to get the car. Sydney smiled.
"Your French is really good." She commented.
"Well it should be." Vaughn replied
"Why?"
"I was born in France. I lived here until I was eight." He responded.
Sydney looked surprised. "I never knew that." Sydney said.
Vaughn looked at her and said softly, "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
Sydney smiled, not wanting Vaughn no know how his words and tone affected her.
Thankfully, the valet pulled up in the car and opened the doors for them to get in.
The ride to the club was short, and Vaughn parked the car, rather than valet it, in case they had to make a quick exit.
They had no trouble getting in. They made there way through the crowd, and to the door that would lead them into the hallway. The door was in the very back of the club, and Vaughn spotted a security camera next to it before the camera spotted him. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket, aimed it towards the camera and pushed the top down. This device knocked out surveillance equipment within a two-meter radius. He replaced the pen in his pocket and continued. He looped his arm through Sydney's and muttered under his breath "cameras disabled."
She faintly nodded, and proceeded to the door. Vaughn took out the pen again and aimed it through a crack in the door. He clicked the pen and nodded at Sydney. She had no trouble picking the lock discreetly, and they were soon in the hallway.
They located the door of the office they would enter through and to their surprise the door was open. They slipped inside and closed the door.
"Over here." Vaughn motioned for Sydney to come to him. "Here, help me with this." Vaughn told her, referring to a file cabinet. When they had moved the cabinet in place under the vent, Vaughn jumped up on it, pulled a screwdriver out of his coat pocket and began to unscrew the vent. About thirty seconds later, he was able to slide the vent over and hoist himself inside. He looked around and mentally went through the map in his head. When he determined which way they should go he looked back down at Sydney.
"Okay." He said, offering her his hand. She took his hand, and with surprising ease, he lifted her into the vent.
"Thanks," she told him. She really wanted to drop everything and focus on how good he smelled, but she forced herself to concentrate on the mission.
"Okay, the surveillance room should be down this way, and the lab is the other way." He told her. "Tell me when you are in position, and I'll disable the cameras. You'll only have about three minutes."
"Okay. See you soon." She smiled and began to crawl down the vent towards the lab.
A few minutes later, Vaughn heard Sydney through his com link. "I'm ready."
"Okay, I'll let you know when you can go."
Vaughn was in the vent above the surveillance room and could see down into it that there were two men monitoring the screens. On Sydney's signal, he dropped down into the room. He took the men by surprise, quickly knocking them out, and moved towards the main switchboard. He pulled a device out of his coat and hooked it up to the control panel.
"On three." Vaughn said to Sydney.
"One, Two, three." Vaughn blew triggered the device and all of the video screens went to static. Simultaneously, Sydney dropped into the lab. There was only one man working in there, and she quickly disabled him.
"Okay, I'm in. I'm going for the designs." Sydney said.
Vaughn packed up his stuff and climbed back into the vent, and began crawling back to where they began.
Sydney was frantically looking through the lab for anything that could be considered designs for a satellite. The lab was huge. It had about 40 stations, and it was going to take her forever too look through them all.
"Vaughn. I need assistance. I'm not going to have enough time. The lab is too big." Sydney said, frantically looking from station to station.
"I'm on my way." Vaughn said, moving as quickly as he could through the vent. He came to the place where the vent was kicked in and quickly jumped down into the lab.
"Only about a minute left." He told Sydney.
They both began looking through designs and models in the lab, neither one finding anything.
Suddenly, guards burst through the door, just as Sydney shouted, "I think I found something." She began rifling through papers and folders in the station, trying to sort it out.
Vaughn was closest to the door and the two guards both went to him, not seeing Sydney who was in the very back of the lab.
The first guard came at Vaughn, gun raised, but before he even had a chance to use it, Vaughn kicked it out of his hand and pushed him over. The guard was temporarily thrown off balance, and Vaughn used the opportunity to take the gun from the second guard's hand. He grabbed the man by the wrist and twisted him around, allowing him to take the gun.
Meanwhile, Sydney had found the plans and a small prototype. She was about to help Vaughn, when she saw that he had it all under control. She watched him as he fought, marveling at how at-ease he seemed. He actually seemed to enjoy it.
The first guard had regained his composure and charged Vaughn. Vaughn swung his fist, striking the guard on his face, and knocking him out. The second guard then came at Vaughn, but Vaughn raised the gun, and the guard stopped. Vaughn swung his leg for a roundhouse kick, knocking the guard unconscious.
Sydney remained in the back of the lab, watching him in wonder. Where had he learned to fight like that? That was way more than they learned in seminars, or even basic training. Vaughn's moves were practiced, perfected.
Vaughn looked back at Sydney. "We have to get out of here. There are probably more guards on the way." He said, slightly out of breath.
Sydney nodded and stuffed the papers and prototype in her bag and began walking towards the vent.
Not having time to rearrange any furniture to step onto, Vaughn jumped up and grabbed the edges of the vent, pulling himself inside it.
Sydney put her bag around her shoulder and grabbed Vaughn's hand, which he was holding out of the vent for her to grab. He lifted her into the vent, and they began to crawl towards the office where they had started. Behind them, they heard several guards enter the lab.
A minute later, they were in the office. Sydney got out of the vent first and headed to the door listening to see if there was any commotion outside. Luckily there were no guards present, and they easily went back into the club.
They pushed through the crowd once more until they got to the front entrance. They heard guards shouting and running around the back of the building.
Sydney and Vaughn walked quickly, but inconspicuously towards the car.
Once in the car and on their way, Sydney looked over at Vaughn.
Sensing her eyes on him, he questioned, "What?"
"You know what." She spat back. "Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?"
Vaughn was taken aback by her abruptness, but he had expected it. "I went trough basic agent training." He answered her, but he knew she wouldn't believe him.
"That's crap. You looked like you had done that a thousand times before. They don't teach you that in basic training." She challenged, not understanding why he was with holding something from her.
"Maybe the CIA training program is more extensive than SD-6's." he offered, not quite succeeding at making a joke.
"Why are you lying to me? Why won't you just tell me? I mean, you were really good back there, and you know it. What aren't you telling me? Why aren't you a field agent?" Sydney questioned. She was shouting by now and her eyes were boring into him.
"I was!" Vaughn burst out.
"What?"
"I was a field agent," he said more softly.
"Oh." Sydney said, not really knowing what to do next. "What happened?"
"I got injured, and the CIA decided that I was more of a liability than an asset." Vaughn sighed, not wanting to tell her any more than that.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sydney asked softly.
"You never asked." Vaughn answered, as if it was the most logical thing in the world that he with held this from her because she'd never asked.
Sydney looked away. There was so much more that she wanted to ask him, but she could tell that he wasn't going to tell her anything else.
The rest of the ride back to the hotel was spent in silence. Once they arrived, they both went to their rooms, only saying "goodnight."
AUTHOR: Carrie
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know so I can visit
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alias or any of the characters that appear on the show.
NOTE: I don't speak French, I got it off of an automatic translator online, so I'm sorry if it's weird. It's not really crucial to the plot though, so I figure it doesn't really matter if the grammar's right. Thanks so much for your reviews.I really appreciate any corrections you can make too, I hate it when people post things with errors, so any corrections you have I'll be sure to make! Thanks!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sydney and Vaughn arrived at their hotel in Rhone right on time. They had finalized all of their plans on the way over, and they would leave for the club in two hours. They checked in, and headed up to their rooms, playing their parts as two friends on vacation and discussing plans to go to a nice dinner that evening.
"That sounds great." Sydney said smiling. "I'll meet you in the lobby at eight."
Vaughn only nodded, and walked into his room.
He surveyed the room. It was nice, he had to admit. He walked over to the bed and dropped his bag on the ground. He sighed and sank down onto the bed. He had two hours before he had to meet Sydney. He decided to check out the TV and minibar, before taking a shower.
In her room, Sydney was already starting to get ready. It always took her a while to dress for missions, especially formal ones, but she wanted to look really good tonight. She knew that she could never have Vaughn, but for some reason, she wanted to impress him. She wanted him to want her, as much as she wanted him.
Eight o'clock came, and Vaughn was waiting in the lobby. He leaned against a table with a large pot of flowers on it, and began to toy with the flowers. He was nervous. Sure, he'd been on missions with her before, but he felt like this one was really important. He wanted to impress her. To show her what he could do, that he could perform at her level. He knew that she hadn't meant to insult him when she asked why he kept accompanying her on missions, but he felt like it was a blow it his ego that she questioned it.
He glanced at his watch; it was five after eight. He was looking around the lobby, just taking it all in, when he spotted her. About ten stairs separated the elevators and the lobby, and Sydney was standing at the top. Vaughn's breath caught in his throat when she began to walk towards him. She was smiling, as if she knew how irresistible she was. He obviously looked at her, starting at her feet. Her high heals accentuated the length of her legs, making them look like they went on for miles. Her black dress started a few inches above her knee, relatively modest, but the slits on either side were just a couple inches short of her hip. It fit her like a second skin, hugging every curve, tight enough so that it wouldn't get slip out of place during the mission. The neckline plunged right on the edge of indecency. Her hair was a few shades lighter than usual, and piled on top of her head with some tendrils hanging down. He was utterly speechless as she approached him.
Sydney knew how amazing she looked. It had taken her just over two hours to get ready, and she knew it showed. She loved the feeling of Vaughn's eyes on her, and she felt her temperature rise as she approached him. He looked delicious. She relished every chance she got to see him in normal clothes, and she definitely appreciated this one. He was wearing black pants and a dark green shirt, perfectly complementing his eyes. He was wearing a leather coat; similar to the one he had worn in Taipei. She loved that coat. His hair was more tousled and spiky than usual, giving her an urge to run her hands through it.
She walked up to him and smiled, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she jumped in.
"Sorry I'm late." She offered, knowing he wasn't going to say anything being a few minutes late.
Vaughn cleared his throat. "Don't worry about it." He replied. He just looked at her for a moment, drinking her in. "You look.incredible." He complimented.
Sydney smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself." She replied, walking past him. Vaughn enjoyed the view for a moment before following her.
They walked outside and Vaughn handed a ticket to the valet.
"C'est une Jaguar noir." Vaughn told the valet.
"C'est une belle voiture pour un homme jeune comme vous." The valet commented.
"Et je considère que je mérite une belle voiture." Vaughn told him.
The valet left to get the car. Sydney smiled.
"Your French is really good." She commented.
"Well it should be." Vaughn replied
"Why?"
"I was born in France. I lived here until I was eight." He responded.
Sydney looked surprised. "I never knew that." Sydney said.
Vaughn looked at her and said softly, "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
Sydney smiled, not wanting Vaughn no know how his words and tone affected her.
Thankfully, the valet pulled up in the car and opened the doors for them to get in.
The ride to the club was short, and Vaughn parked the car, rather than valet it, in case they had to make a quick exit.
They had no trouble getting in. They made there way through the crowd, and to the door that would lead them into the hallway. The door was in the very back of the club, and Vaughn spotted a security camera next to it before the camera spotted him. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket, aimed it towards the camera and pushed the top down. This device knocked out surveillance equipment within a two-meter radius. He replaced the pen in his pocket and continued. He looped his arm through Sydney's and muttered under his breath "cameras disabled."
She faintly nodded, and proceeded to the door. Vaughn took out the pen again and aimed it through a crack in the door. He clicked the pen and nodded at Sydney. She had no trouble picking the lock discreetly, and they were soon in the hallway.
They located the door of the office they would enter through and to their surprise the door was open. They slipped inside and closed the door.
"Over here." Vaughn motioned for Sydney to come to him. "Here, help me with this." Vaughn told her, referring to a file cabinet. When they had moved the cabinet in place under the vent, Vaughn jumped up on it, pulled a screwdriver out of his coat pocket and began to unscrew the vent. About thirty seconds later, he was able to slide the vent over and hoist himself inside. He looked around and mentally went through the map in his head. When he determined which way they should go he looked back down at Sydney.
"Okay." He said, offering her his hand. She took his hand, and with surprising ease, he lifted her into the vent.
"Thanks," she told him. She really wanted to drop everything and focus on how good he smelled, but she forced herself to concentrate on the mission.
"Okay, the surveillance room should be down this way, and the lab is the other way." He told her. "Tell me when you are in position, and I'll disable the cameras. You'll only have about three minutes."
"Okay. See you soon." She smiled and began to crawl down the vent towards the lab.
A few minutes later, Vaughn heard Sydney through his com link. "I'm ready."
"Okay, I'll let you know when you can go."
Vaughn was in the vent above the surveillance room and could see down into it that there were two men monitoring the screens. On Sydney's signal, he dropped down into the room. He took the men by surprise, quickly knocking them out, and moved towards the main switchboard. He pulled a device out of his coat and hooked it up to the control panel.
"On three." Vaughn said to Sydney.
"One, Two, three." Vaughn blew triggered the device and all of the video screens went to static. Simultaneously, Sydney dropped into the lab. There was only one man working in there, and she quickly disabled him.
"Okay, I'm in. I'm going for the designs." Sydney said.
Vaughn packed up his stuff and climbed back into the vent, and began crawling back to where they began.
Sydney was frantically looking through the lab for anything that could be considered designs for a satellite. The lab was huge. It had about 40 stations, and it was going to take her forever too look through them all.
"Vaughn. I need assistance. I'm not going to have enough time. The lab is too big." Sydney said, frantically looking from station to station.
"I'm on my way." Vaughn said, moving as quickly as he could through the vent. He came to the place where the vent was kicked in and quickly jumped down into the lab.
"Only about a minute left." He told Sydney.
They both began looking through designs and models in the lab, neither one finding anything.
Suddenly, guards burst through the door, just as Sydney shouted, "I think I found something." She began rifling through papers and folders in the station, trying to sort it out.
Vaughn was closest to the door and the two guards both went to him, not seeing Sydney who was in the very back of the lab.
The first guard came at Vaughn, gun raised, but before he even had a chance to use it, Vaughn kicked it out of his hand and pushed him over. The guard was temporarily thrown off balance, and Vaughn used the opportunity to take the gun from the second guard's hand. He grabbed the man by the wrist and twisted him around, allowing him to take the gun.
Meanwhile, Sydney had found the plans and a small prototype. She was about to help Vaughn, when she saw that he had it all under control. She watched him as he fought, marveling at how at-ease he seemed. He actually seemed to enjoy it.
The first guard had regained his composure and charged Vaughn. Vaughn swung his fist, striking the guard on his face, and knocking him out. The second guard then came at Vaughn, but Vaughn raised the gun, and the guard stopped. Vaughn swung his leg for a roundhouse kick, knocking the guard unconscious.
Sydney remained in the back of the lab, watching him in wonder. Where had he learned to fight like that? That was way more than they learned in seminars, or even basic training. Vaughn's moves were practiced, perfected.
Vaughn looked back at Sydney. "We have to get out of here. There are probably more guards on the way." He said, slightly out of breath.
Sydney nodded and stuffed the papers and prototype in her bag and began walking towards the vent.
Not having time to rearrange any furniture to step onto, Vaughn jumped up and grabbed the edges of the vent, pulling himself inside it.
Sydney put her bag around her shoulder and grabbed Vaughn's hand, which he was holding out of the vent for her to grab. He lifted her into the vent, and they began to crawl towards the office where they had started. Behind them, they heard several guards enter the lab.
A minute later, they were in the office. Sydney got out of the vent first and headed to the door listening to see if there was any commotion outside. Luckily there were no guards present, and they easily went back into the club.
They pushed through the crowd once more until they got to the front entrance. They heard guards shouting and running around the back of the building.
Sydney and Vaughn walked quickly, but inconspicuously towards the car.
Once in the car and on their way, Sydney looked over at Vaughn.
Sensing her eyes on him, he questioned, "What?"
"You know what." She spat back. "Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?"
Vaughn was taken aback by her abruptness, but he had expected it. "I went trough basic agent training." He answered her, but he knew she wouldn't believe him.
"That's crap. You looked like you had done that a thousand times before. They don't teach you that in basic training." She challenged, not understanding why he was with holding something from her.
"Maybe the CIA training program is more extensive than SD-6's." he offered, not quite succeeding at making a joke.
"Why are you lying to me? Why won't you just tell me? I mean, you were really good back there, and you know it. What aren't you telling me? Why aren't you a field agent?" Sydney questioned. She was shouting by now and her eyes were boring into him.
"I was!" Vaughn burst out.
"What?"
"I was a field agent," he said more softly.
"Oh." Sydney said, not really knowing what to do next. "What happened?"
"I got injured, and the CIA decided that I was more of a liability than an asset." Vaughn sighed, not wanting to tell her any more than that.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sydney asked softly.
"You never asked." Vaughn answered, as if it was the most logical thing in the world that he with held this from her because she'd never asked.
Sydney looked away. There was so much more that she wanted to ask him, but she could tell that he wasn't going to tell her anything else.
The rest of the ride back to the hotel was spent in silence. Once they arrived, they both went to their rooms, only saying "goodnight."