Warehouse Love
Charmedgal005
Elfling
Disclaimer
If we owned these characters (aside from the ones you don't recognize) I probably wouldn't be writing these. If we owned these characters, you would probably see this story on the show. Hey! You know what? We are writing these and you don't see this story line on the show, therefore, WE DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!! So don't sue us!
A/N
Me and my friend, Elfling, wrote this. Elfling is an amazing writer. Yes, she is. But doesn't watch Alias. So she helped me with the technical stuff, with plot ideas, as I put the details in order. Thanks so much Elfling. You are so, so, so, amazing. I know you're reading this. Yeah you! I'm going to do some advertising for Elfling, since this fic got posted as one of mine. If you like Harry Potter fics, really, really, really amazing Harry Potter fics, then go check out Elflings. Just look her up by her pen name, Elfling!
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Sydney sat in her overstuffed sofa, staring intensely at the phone opposite her. Obediently it rang. Sydney sprang up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Camrie! This is Kelly! Hey, I thought we were going shoppi…"
"Excuse me!" She shouted into the mouthpiece.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Wrong number," said Sydney tersely, slamming the phone down. She sighed and rolled her shoulders. If Vaughn wasn't going to call, she might as well have dinner.
Just as she started for the kitchen, however, the phone rang once more. Sydney forced herself to reach for it slowly and answer calmly.
"Hello?"
A well-known voice answered. "Joey's Pizza?"
Internally, Sydney heaved a sigh of relief; externally she could have been carved out of stone.
"Wrong number."
"Oh, sorry." The phone clicked good-bye, and Sydney reached for her coat.
It was cold in the warehouse. Sydney shivered and drew her coat closer about her. Above, huge stacks of boxes loomed through the chill darkness. Only her swift footsteps echoed through the building. Sydney's pulse quickened. Could it be a trap? Vaughn was always there first. Her hand drifted down to the gun concealed in her pocket.
A disembodied arm shot out of the darkness and yanked her into the shadows. Sydney stumbled then recovered her balance and whipped around to face her attacker. Her hands, up in defense, dropped as she glared at Vaughn.
"What," She said, through gritted teeth, "was that for?"
For an answer he pulled her close and kissed her.
His lips were on hers for nearly five seconds before Sydney realized what was happening, and by then it was too late to stop. She pressed closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth moved down, and slid along her collarbone. Sydney closed her eyes. What was she doing? This could ruin everything. Her job…her life… him…
NO! Her mind screamed.
She pulled away from Vaughn choking out the words. "What's the job?" She asked.
"There is no job." Said Vaughn, softly pulling her back to him. "I just wanted to see you."
"Don't you understand Sydney? I love you."
She looked up at him speechless. All her life, those words had only caused pain. She was sick of hurting, sick of caring for people, and then having them die, because of her. She didn't want that for him. She had to stop this right now. But she knew, looking into those trusting emerald eyes that she couldn't do it.
Unbidden, the words she had never thought to say again, escaped form her lips.
"And I love you."
Fin.