This is my first Alias fan fiction. I only wish I owned Sydney and Vaughn
because of course they do not belong to me. They belong to J.J. Abrams,
lucky bastard. Of course, this is dedicated to Carli.
Sydney's Apartment
"You know what Sydney," Will spoke loudly over the running kitchen sink, "I feel a little guilty."
"I told you not to eat that entire pizza when there are starving children in Southeast Asia."
"No, smart ass."
Sydney picked up her wine goblet, squeezed a tiny drop of Palmolive into it, letting the soapsuds wash over the sweet scented glassware. After all the soap dissipated, she began patting the goblet with her checkered dishrag. She smiled her patented half smile at Will, who had finished washing his half of the dishes, and was now watching her intently.
"Not a humanitarian are you, Tippin?" she joked, "C'mon, spill."
"Spill? I," he searched her beautiful face, "I forgot what I was talking about."
"You had said you felt a little guilty." Sydney reminded him. She had returned the wine goblet to the cabinet and was heading back to the sink to clean their plates. She picked up the soapy sponge and started scrubbing at the spaghetti and meatball remains.
"Oh, right. I was referring to Vaughn."
The plate slipped from her hands and crashed into the sink. It cracked in half as it fell on top of Sydney's favorite coffee saucer, breaking off its handle.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh." She stumbled over her words, "Yeah. It was slippery."
She picked up one of the broken halves, then the other, and tried to fit them back together. It was of no use though the jagged edges wouldn't match up.
"What about Vaughn?" She asked slowly. She didn't want to be talking about Vaughn with Will. She didn't want to be talking about Vaughn at all.
"I was pretty obnoxious to the guy when we first met. He's not so bad, though. He gave me a job after all. I feel a little guilty for acting like a jerk."
"Oh. Um. No, don't worry Will. Vaughn likes you, and besides, he doesn't hold grudges for too long." She turned her attention away from Will, and to the broken items in the sink. She ran her finger around the rim of the coffee cup twice, before throwing it in the open garbage can.
"That was Danny's, you know."
"Syd, you sure you don't want to keep it?"
"No, it's time."
She closed the lid on the garbage can just as her Nokia began to ring. She pressed the tiny button and spoke.
"Hello."
"Joey's Pizza?"
"Wrong Number," She exhaled as she turned off the phone. A smile involuntarily crossed her face. Will noticed.
"Tell Vaughn I say hi."
"It's not Vaughn," she said not even believing herself, "I need to get more pop tarts."
"Right. Tell Vaughn I say hi."
"At the store. It's my favorite breakfast item."
"Goodbye Sydney."
Warehouse
"Hey."
"Hey," Vaughn said, motioning with his hand for her to take a seat on the crate next to him. She obliged, sitting down as he suggested. She liked it, being so close to him.
"What's up? Has Devlin assigned a new counter-mission I'm not aware of?"
"No," he said, followed by her sighing, "Oh."
"I needed to talk to you."
"Oh," she repeated, "About what?"
"We're okay, right? I'd hate to think we weren't okay, because we work together, and we're friends, and if my behavior in any way affects you negatively I," he twists around 90 degrees to look at Sydney, "could never forgive myself."
"You worry too much," Sydney said with a smile. She picked up his hand, and placed it in his own. "Don't worry." She didn't even realize she had his hand in hers until she felt him pull away. He stood up.
"I'm glad we," he said with a confused look, "got that settled. I'll call you tomorrow." He walked out of the warehouse, after giving her one more smile. Outside the building, he took his cell out of his pocket, and dialed a number.
"Eric, man. You up for a drink?"
Sydney's Apartment
"You know what Sydney," Will spoke loudly over the running kitchen sink, "I feel a little guilty."
"I told you not to eat that entire pizza when there are starving children in Southeast Asia."
"No, smart ass."
Sydney picked up her wine goblet, squeezed a tiny drop of Palmolive into it, letting the soapsuds wash over the sweet scented glassware. After all the soap dissipated, she began patting the goblet with her checkered dishrag. She smiled her patented half smile at Will, who had finished washing his half of the dishes, and was now watching her intently.
"Not a humanitarian are you, Tippin?" she joked, "C'mon, spill."
"Spill? I," he searched her beautiful face, "I forgot what I was talking about."
"You had said you felt a little guilty." Sydney reminded him. She had returned the wine goblet to the cabinet and was heading back to the sink to clean their plates. She picked up the soapy sponge and started scrubbing at the spaghetti and meatball remains.
"Oh, right. I was referring to Vaughn."
The plate slipped from her hands and crashed into the sink. It cracked in half as it fell on top of Sydney's favorite coffee saucer, breaking off its handle.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh." She stumbled over her words, "Yeah. It was slippery."
She picked up one of the broken halves, then the other, and tried to fit them back together. It was of no use though the jagged edges wouldn't match up.
"What about Vaughn?" She asked slowly. She didn't want to be talking about Vaughn with Will. She didn't want to be talking about Vaughn at all.
"I was pretty obnoxious to the guy when we first met. He's not so bad, though. He gave me a job after all. I feel a little guilty for acting like a jerk."
"Oh. Um. No, don't worry Will. Vaughn likes you, and besides, he doesn't hold grudges for too long." She turned her attention away from Will, and to the broken items in the sink. She ran her finger around the rim of the coffee cup twice, before throwing it in the open garbage can.
"That was Danny's, you know."
"Syd, you sure you don't want to keep it?"
"No, it's time."
She closed the lid on the garbage can just as her Nokia began to ring. She pressed the tiny button and spoke.
"Hello."
"Joey's Pizza?"
"Wrong Number," She exhaled as she turned off the phone. A smile involuntarily crossed her face. Will noticed.
"Tell Vaughn I say hi."
"It's not Vaughn," she said not even believing herself, "I need to get more pop tarts."
"Right. Tell Vaughn I say hi."
"At the store. It's my favorite breakfast item."
"Goodbye Sydney."
Warehouse
"Hey."
"Hey," Vaughn said, motioning with his hand for her to take a seat on the crate next to him. She obliged, sitting down as he suggested. She liked it, being so close to him.
"What's up? Has Devlin assigned a new counter-mission I'm not aware of?"
"No," he said, followed by her sighing, "Oh."
"I needed to talk to you."
"Oh," she repeated, "About what?"
"We're okay, right? I'd hate to think we weren't okay, because we work together, and we're friends, and if my behavior in any way affects you negatively I," he twists around 90 degrees to look at Sydney, "could never forgive myself."
"You worry too much," Sydney said with a smile. She picked up his hand, and placed it in his own. "Don't worry." She didn't even realize she had his hand in hers until she felt him pull away. He stood up.
"I'm glad we," he said with a confused look, "got that settled. I'll call you tomorrow." He walked out of the warehouse, after giving her one more smile. Outside the building, he took his cell out of his pocket, and dialed a number.
"Eric, man. You up for a drink?"