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: As usual, Read and Review
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sydney had been unusually jittery all evening, and it was starting to make Will nervous. He couldn't read her tonight. She didn't look upset, just very anxious. She was in the kitchen, cooking. She never cooked, and Will knew that she was just trying to distract herself from a larger issue.
He got up off the couch and walked over towards the kitchen. He observed her for a few moments before speaking.
"What's up with you?" he asked her.
"Mm?" she questioned, very concentrated on the cookbook.
"You're making me dizzy. What's wrong." He asked her again.
Sydney looked up at him. "Nothing." She replied honestly.
"Why are you so crazy?" he questioned.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just bored, so I thought I'd cook us a nice dinner." She told him, turning back to her pot of.mush. She frowned at it, then turned off the burner. "Maybe we'll order in?" she suggested sheepishly.
Will looked at her smugly. "Be honest with me, what's going on with you?" Will asked her yet again.
Sydney walked away from him and took a seat on the couch. Will followed suit.
"Vaughn's coming back tomorrow," Sydney admitted.
Will felt that instantaneous pang of jealousy sweep through him, but he recovered quickly. "Oh yeah. He's been in training, right?"
Sydney sensed Will's uneasiness at the subject of Vaughn. That's why she had been trying to distract herself all night. She knew that if she just sat down or something that she would get fidgety and Will would notice something was up. She knew that Will still had feelings for her, and she didn't want to hurt him by talking about Vaughn.
"Yeah. Three weeks." She replied.
Will just nodded, obviously uncomfortable. "You must be excited." Will said, looking down at his hands.
"Yeah, I am." She replied. She knew that she should confront this issue, but she was so excited about seeing Vaughn tomorrow that she didn't want anything to bring her down. "So how 'bout that food?" she said, rising from the couch and making her way towards the phone.
"You like him, don't you?" Came a voice from behind her. Sydney slowly turned around.
"What?" she said.
"It's okay." Will told her, "I think he likes you too." He was looking right at her, and she put her head down. "But you already knew that, didn't you?" he said, looking up at the ceiling and chuckling.
Sydney walked over to him, but before she could say anything, he spoke. "So are you guys, like a couple or something?" Will asked.
Sydney shook her head. "No." she looked at him. "Will, we don't have to talk about this." She told him.
"No, it's okay. I don't mind. I'm your friend, and I want you to be able to tell me whatever you want." He said genuinely.
Sydney squeezed his arm. "Thanks Will." She said, before walking back to the phone.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Sydney was still anxious to see Vaughn, but her nerves were calmed by not having to hide her anxiety from Will. It was nice being with Will again. Francie was at the restaurant, and it had been a while since they had hung out, just the two of them, or at all really.
At around one am, Sydney announced that she was going to bed, and Will decided to crash on the sofa. Sydney retreated into her room and lay down on the bed. The past three weeks had been excruciating. It had been the longest period of time that she'd spent away from Vaughn since she'd met him. She still couldn't believe that he was joining SD-6. It was going to be amazing seeing him everyday, especially with their new, heightened relationship. She knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight, but she got into bed anyway, wondering what Vaughn was doing now.
All the way across the city, Michael Vaughn was walking into his apartment. He looked around the place, still not believing that this was actually where he lived. He missed his old apartment, and his dog, which he had given to Weiss, since he wouldn't be able to take care of him. His new apartment was nice, but stark. It still didn't feel like home. He had only lived in it a total of six days, so he figured he just wasn't used to it yet.
He walked over to the sofa and collapsed down on it, exhausted from three weeks of intense physical training. He had to admit, even though he was sore as hell, he was very pleased with the way his body looked. He had really enjoyed training. He was one of the older ones there, but it didn't really matter since he was separated from the group most of the time. When he was with the group, he dominated them all.
More than anything, he couldn't wait to see Sydney tomorrow. He had missed her incredibly during training. All he wanted to do when he saw her tomorrow was hold her and kiss her. But he knew he couldn't do that. He probably wouldn't be able to do that for a while.
The CIA was putting off all counter missions and meetings with Vaughn, and Sydney, until Vaughn was pretty well established at SD-6 and had gone on several successful missions. This was a good plan, but it gave him no opportunities to see Sydney in private. He was looking forward to going on missions with her though. He could be alone with her there, free to do whatever he wanted.
He shook his head, trying to clear out those thoughts. He dragged himself off of the couch and into his bedroom, where he quickly got ready for bed, and fell into it. He set his alarm and laid back, thinking of all the events that tomorrow would bring. He was so tired, and yet so awake. Finally, he began to drift off, thinking of Sydney all the while.
A/N: Hey guys.that's chapter 13.I'm not really sure if I should keep going, I have some ideas, but I'm not really sure if anyone is still reading this.let me know what you think.
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: As usual, Read and Review
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sydney had been unusually jittery all evening, and it was starting to make Will nervous. He couldn't read her tonight. She didn't look upset, just very anxious. She was in the kitchen, cooking. She never cooked, and Will knew that she was just trying to distract herself from a larger issue.
He got up off the couch and walked over towards the kitchen. He observed her for a few moments before speaking.
"What's up with you?" he asked her.
"Mm?" she questioned, very concentrated on the cookbook.
"You're making me dizzy. What's wrong." He asked her again.
Sydney looked up at him. "Nothing." She replied honestly.
"Why are you so crazy?" he questioned.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just bored, so I thought I'd cook us a nice dinner." She told him, turning back to her pot of.mush. She frowned at it, then turned off the burner. "Maybe we'll order in?" she suggested sheepishly.
Will looked at her smugly. "Be honest with me, what's going on with you?" Will asked her yet again.
Sydney walked away from him and took a seat on the couch. Will followed suit.
"Vaughn's coming back tomorrow," Sydney admitted.
Will felt that instantaneous pang of jealousy sweep through him, but he recovered quickly. "Oh yeah. He's been in training, right?"
Sydney sensed Will's uneasiness at the subject of Vaughn. That's why she had been trying to distract herself all night. She knew that if she just sat down or something that she would get fidgety and Will would notice something was up. She knew that Will still had feelings for her, and she didn't want to hurt him by talking about Vaughn.
"Yeah. Three weeks." She replied.
Will just nodded, obviously uncomfortable. "You must be excited." Will said, looking down at his hands.
"Yeah, I am." She replied. She knew that she should confront this issue, but she was so excited about seeing Vaughn tomorrow that she didn't want anything to bring her down. "So how 'bout that food?" she said, rising from the couch and making her way towards the phone.
"You like him, don't you?" Came a voice from behind her. Sydney slowly turned around.
"What?" she said.
"It's okay." Will told her, "I think he likes you too." He was looking right at her, and she put her head down. "But you already knew that, didn't you?" he said, looking up at the ceiling and chuckling.
Sydney walked over to him, but before she could say anything, he spoke. "So are you guys, like a couple or something?" Will asked.
Sydney shook her head. "No." she looked at him. "Will, we don't have to talk about this." She told him.
"No, it's okay. I don't mind. I'm your friend, and I want you to be able to tell me whatever you want." He said genuinely.
Sydney squeezed his arm. "Thanks Will." She said, before walking back to the phone.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Sydney was still anxious to see Vaughn, but her nerves were calmed by not having to hide her anxiety from Will. It was nice being with Will again. Francie was at the restaurant, and it had been a while since they had hung out, just the two of them, or at all really.
At around one am, Sydney announced that she was going to bed, and Will decided to crash on the sofa. Sydney retreated into her room and lay down on the bed. The past three weeks had been excruciating. It had been the longest period of time that she'd spent away from Vaughn since she'd met him. She still couldn't believe that he was joining SD-6. It was going to be amazing seeing him everyday, especially with their new, heightened relationship. She knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight, but she got into bed anyway, wondering what Vaughn was doing now.
All the way across the city, Michael Vaughn was walking into his apartment. He looked around the place, still not believing that this was actually where he lived. He missed his old apartment, and his dog, which he had given to Weiss, since he wouldn't be able to take care of him. His new apartment was nice, but stark. It still didn't feel like home. He had only lived in it a total of six days, so he figured he just wasn't used to it yet.
He walked over to the sofa and collapsed down on it, exhausted from three weeks of intense physical training. He had to admit, even though he was sore as hell, he was very pleased with the way his body looked. He had really enjoyed training. He was one of the older ones there, but it didn't really matter since he was separated from the group most of the time. When he was with the group, he dominated them all.
More than anything, he couldn't wait to see Sydney tomorrow. He had missed her incredibly during training. All he wanted to do when he saw her tomorrow was hold her and kiss her. But he knew he couldn't do that. He probably wouldn't be able to do that for a while.
The CIA was putting off all counter missions and meetings with Vaughn, and Sydney, until Vaughn was pretty well established at SD-6 and had gone on several successful missions. This was a good plan, but it gave him no opportunities to see Sydney in private. He was looking forward to going on missions with her though. He could be alone with her there, free to do whatever he wanted.
He shook his head, trying to clear out those thoughts. He dragged himself off of the couch and into his bedroom, where he quickly got ready for bed, and fell into it. He set his alarm and laid back, thinking of all the events that tomorrow would bring. He was so tired, and yet so awake. Finally, he began to drift off, thinking of Sydney all the while.
A/N: Hey guys.that's chapter 13.I'm not really sure if I should keep going, I have some ideas, but I'm not really sure if anyone is still reading this.let me know what you think.