AN: Thank all of you guys SO very much who read and reviewed for chapter 1. I really appreciate it- keep it up! Thanks so much to Katie a.k.a Chocolatechipcookies and Alicia whom I always have a super ALIAS conversation with in Mr. Campbell's class! A not to Alicia: You know Michael is mine! :) lol... Anyways, thanks for reading and be honest in your reviews! I really appreciate it! PS...OMG OMG OMG tonight is the night! ALIAS comes on after the stupid super bowl...geez and my parents are making me record it b/c I can't stay up till 10:15 on a school night (grrr.) Curse the stupid super bowl for interfering with ALIAS scheduling! But hopefully we'll get some S/V action tonight to follow up on the outstanding Getaway, huh guys? Cross your fingers! I'll shut up now and let you read, okay? -Kate
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J.J. Abrams (unfortunately). If Vaughn were mine I'd share him w/ all of you (maybe:))...
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Not long after boarding the over-crowded Virgin-Atlantic Boeing 747, Sydney and Vaughn settled into their first-class seats next to one another- Sydney next to the window and Vaughn in the middle between Sydney and an elderly woman who was having a hard time eating a rather large apple with her dentures. Vaughn smiled politely at the woman who didn't even notice. Sydney nudged Vaughn's shoulder and smiled.
"She reminds me of my great-grandmother- all wrinkly and scented with cinnamon," Syd whispered.
Vaughn smiled at Syd, and looked past her out the window.
'Do you realize we might never be back here? I mean, this could be the last time we see Los Angeles," he looked at the runway ironically.
"I know. It's kind of scary to think that I might be leaving my home and never returning. This is where I grew up. Where I learned to ride a bike and eventually drive a car, where I met Francie and Will. Where I met you," she, in time, also turned her head to gaze out of the window.
"We'll make a new home out of London. We won't have to work, at least for a while. You can shop all the time, and we can sightsee. I'll take you to some West End plays; I'll even let myself be persuaded to visit Kings-Cross station due to the fact that you are in love with Harry Potter. It will be okay, Syd. Not L.A., but okay. Plus, we have the advantage of a flat in St. James Square. I promise," he flashed her his ever-so-charming smile, and she felt her inner self get warm. Looking at him made her world go around. She could allow herself to get lost in his beautiful, deep green eyes, which seemed to call her name.
One of the many flight attendants walked to the front of their cabin and began to demonstrate safety procedures. As soon as she finished, the pilot announced that they were approaching taxi on the runway, and Sydney buckled her seatbelt.
"Here we go," she smiled at him encouragingly.
He pushed the armrest between them up, and she scooted close to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. Hesitantly, she brought one hand to his chest, and let her fingers play with the fabric of his casual green Ralph Lauren polo shirt. He placed his left arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, closer than they had ever before been. Sydney could feel her heartbeat accelerate, and wondered if Vaughn's was doing the same. She basked in the reverie of his embrace as the plane sped down the runway. Just as the plane elevated into the air, Vaughn leaned in close to her ear where she could feel his hot breath against her earlobe.
"Come fly with me," he whispered, mocking the words of her favorite Frank Sinatra song. Turning her head in the same manner and returned the gesture.
"In other words, hold my hand," she whispered back, reciting more Frank Sinatra with a smile. Taking her hand, Michael grinned and lay back against his seat, their fingers entwined. Their new lives were beginning, and they were finally together.
Alright, people. I know it's short and kinda crappy, but I had to have a transition chapter to get them from L.A. to London. The next chapter(s) will have much more action (both S/V and danger), and hopefully will hook your attention better (I think:))...REVIEW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! I love hearing from you guys and girls!
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J.J. Abrams (unfortunately). If Vaughn were mine I'd share him w/ all of you (maybe:))...
Read and Review: Do you even have to ask?
Not long after boarding the over-crowded Virgin-Atlantic Boeing 747, Sydney and Vaughn settled into their first-class seats next to one another- Sydney next to the window and Vaughn in the middle between Sydney and an elderly woman who was having a hard time eating a rather large apple with her dentures. Vaughn smiled politely at the woman who didn't even notice. Sydney nudged Vaughn's shoulder and smiled.
"She reminds me of my great-grandmother- all wrinkly and scented with cinnamon," Syd whispered.
Vaughn smiled at Syd, and looked past her out the window.
'Do you realize we might never be back here? I mean, this could be the last time we see Los Angeles," he looked at the runway ironically.
"I know. It's kind of scary to think that I might be leaving my home and never returning. This is where I grew up. Where I learned to ride a bike and eventually drive a car, where I met Francie and Will. Where I met you," she, in time, also turned her head to gaze out of the window.
"We'll make a new home out of London. We won't have to work, at least for a while. You can shop all the time, and we can sightsee. I'll take you to some West End plays; I'll even let myself be persuaded to visit Kings-Cross station due to the fact that you are in love with Harry Potter. It will be okay, Syd. Not L.A., but okay. Plus, we have the advantage of a flat in St. James Square. I promise," he flashed her his ever-so-charming smile, and she felt her inner self get warm. Looking at him made her world go around. She could allow herself to get lost in his beautiful, deep green eyes, which seemed to call her name.
One of the many flight attendants walked to the front of their cabin and began to demonstrate safety procedures. As soon as she finished, the pilot announced that they were approaching taxi on the runway, and Sydney buckled her seatbelt.
"Here we go," she smiled at him encouragingly.
He pushed the armrest between them up, and she scooted close to him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. Hesitantly, she brought one hand to his chest, and let her fingers play with the fabric of his casual green Ralph Lauren polo shirt. He placed his left arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, closer than they had ever before been. Sydney could feel her heartbeat accelerate, and wondered if Vaughn's was doing the same. She basked in the reverie of his embrace as the plane sped down the runway. Just as the plane elevated into the air, Vaughn leaned in close to her ear where she could feel his hot breath against her earlobe.
"Come fly with me," he whispered, mocking the words of her favorite Frank Sinatra song. Turning her head in the same manner and returned the gesture.
"In other words, hold my hand," she whispered back, reciting more Frank Sinatra with a smile. Taking her hand, Michael grinned and lay back against his seat, their fingers entwined. Their new lives were beginning, and they were finally together.
Alright, people. I know it's short and kinda crappy, but I had to have a transition chapter to get them from L.A. to London. The next chapter(s) will have much more action (both S/V and danger), and hopefully will hook your attention better (I think:))...REVIEW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! I love hearing from you guys and girls!