Hey guys #1—sry it's been awhile, I broke m wrist and haven't been able to type very well and #2—this takes place after the ep. "Phase One" but Francie isn't dead yet, and the whole kissing thing did happen!! Just imagine that the ep. Took place in December, and you haven't seen the ending yet!
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias I have no money, please don't sue!J
Yankee Candle
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"A King's game." Sydney just laughed as she grabbed the remote off the table and switch the TV to ESPN. After about 10 minutes of the game Sydney became confused, and it didn't go unnoticed. "Do you get anything that's going on?" Vaughn joked
"You caught me." Sydney giggled. "I knew who was playing tonight because I looked in the TV Guide, but to be honest, I don't know the difference from a hat trick to a knuckle puck." Vaughn just laughed at her analogy because he knew that a hat trick and a knuckle puck had nothing in common except for the fact that they were hockey moves. "I mean, I might have watched all the Mighty Ducks movies, but I still don't get it."
"Would you like me to explain it to you?" Sydney just nodded and smiled like a four year old being offered ice cream. "Okay, well first off, that was Ziggy Palffy who just scored, with an assist by Craig Johnson. And see there, number 37, that's Kip Brennan, he's my favorite forward on the team. Now a hat trick is…" Vaughn continued to explain all of the rules of hockey. The two eventually fell asleep in each other's arms to the glow of the TV screen.
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"Syd? Are you home?" Francie called as she walked into the apartment. She has been worried when Sydney left the party out of the blue with that guy, he was hot though, she had to admit. When Francie walked into the living room, she saw what looked like a Hallmark Christmas card. Lying on the couch was Sydney, wrapped in this wonderful man's arms, there was coffee on the table, and the glow of Sports Center on the T.V. Francie didn't want to ruin the picture, being the sentimate person that she was, so she decided to go into the kitchen and get breakfast made.
Forty minutes later the kitchen was filled with the wonderful sent of blueberry pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee. Sydney stirred awake, to find Vau- - err Michael staring down at her with a grin on his face. "Hi." She said sleepily. Vaughn just smiled, as she continued, "What's that wonderful smell?"
"That would be your breakfast. The one that your best friend in the whole wide world made for you and your mystery guy." Francie answered as she popped her head out of the kitchen. "Whom which, by the way, is very charming, and sweet."
"Wait. Rewind and freeze." Sydney said as she slid out o Michael's warm grasp. "Number one, where were you all night? Number two, why didn't you wake me up? Number three, how long have you two been talking? And four, what about?"
"Party with Will, you two looked so adorable together, about thirty minutes, and all of your most embarrassing qualities." She answered, putting a finger up for every question in which she had answered. By now Michael and Sydney had moved to the kitchen, and dispersed into chairs at opposite ends of the table.
"You're not staying?" Michael asked, as he noticed that Francie was her coat in hand
"Well I have to open the restaurant."
"But it's Christmas Eve."
"Not for the critics coming to brunch. To them it's another free meal." And with that, Francie closed the door, leaving Sydney and Michael alone to eat their breakfast.
The two had just started to devour their breakfast, when they were interrupted. "Damnit!" Sydney screamed has she heard her cell phone go off. She went over to the counter, to find "Devlin" printed on the screen. "It's Christmas Eve! Leave me alone!" She exclaimed right before answering the phone, and switching into professional Sydney mode. "Bristow."
"Agent Bristow? We have a situation. You need to get here immediately." Said the stern, masculine voice on the other line.
"What sort of situation?"
"You'll be filled in once you get here." And with that, the two hung up.
"What's up? Was it Devlin?" Michael asked as he came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Yea," Sydney's face was pale. Everything was supposed to be ok. SD-6 and the Alliance were gone. What other enemies did they have? "He said that there is some sort of situation and that I should get there immediately. You'll probably get a call, too" And with that, Sydney once again slipped out of his warm embrace, leaving him heart broken.
"Well, you should at least eat something. You only took tree bites of your pancake." He said, as he watched her enter her bedroom. Five minutes later, she came back out, fully clothed, wearing a black skirt suit, a white flow neck tank top, and black pumps. When she entered the kitchen she found Michael talking on his cell phone, to whom she presumed was Devlin.
"Gotta go in, too?" She asked, when he hung up the phone.
"Yep." Telling by her look, Michael could tell that she wanted to know if he was filled in on anything. "He didn't tell me anything. I know as much as you know." After hearing that, Sydney reached for her coat, as if to leave, when Michael grabbed her arm, and turned her, so that they were facing each other. "It'll be okay. I promise." By now Sydney's head was nestled in his chest and had silent tears streaming down her face, and Michael's arms wrapped snuggly around her.
"How do you know?" Sydney backed away so that she could look at him more clearly. "I mean, yea so what? We raided all of the SD cells and the Alliance, but what if there's some other big bad that we don't know about?"
"Look," His eyes were now filled with sympathy and emotion, "Let's not assume for the worst. As far as we know, the situation is that a pipe broke in the basement." Hearing this brought a smile to Sydney's face, which eventually spread to a laugh. "Now, why don't you get to work, I'll see you there in about thirty minutes."
"Ok." Sydney nodded as he kissed the top of her forehand. "You can use the shower if you want."
As planned, thirty minutes later, Michael, no, he was Vaughn now, showed up at CIA headquarters. "Hey man! What's—whoa! Did you get in an accident with Bath and Body Works our something?" Vaughn just gave Weiss a puzzled look. "Yea! You! You smell, I don't know, weird."
"You noticed how I smell?"
"Well, yea, I mean, usually it's nice, and well manly, but this, this, new thing going on, well it's not workin'." By now, Weiss had a disgusted look on his face.
"Ok, well, you're the expert. How do I usually smell?" Vaughn was getting a little confused. What was up with Eric noticing how he smells lately?
"Well, I don't know, like a guy? Right now… you smell like Yankee Fucking Candle." Vaughn just laughed as he realized that while he was in the shower, he borrowed Sydney's Herbal Essence, and that she had on Vanilla perfume. "well, any ways, back to work. There's another big national security thing in five, so hurry, and do whatever it is, you've got to do." Vaughn started to walk away, knowing that their conversation was over, but then turned back around when he heard Eric add one more thing. "And while you're at it, try and smell more like a guy!"
"I'll try to remember that." Vaughn started to walk away again, but turned around one last time, "Oh, by the way, have you seen Syd?"
"Yea, she just came in. She's in Devlin's office right now." Weiss finally started to catch on to things, and could help him from asking, "You didn't spend the night with her, did you? Please tell me no."
"Look, it's not what you think." Eric just gave him a 'yea whatever' look. "Nothing happened!"
"Then why do you smell like her?"
"How do you know what she smells like?"
"Oh, stop trying to confuse me, and answer the damn question." Eric was now, angry, but yet udderly amused by the little game they were playing, but before he could get his answer, Devlin walked out of his office.
"I believe there is a meeting of national security that the two of you should be attending."
$*$*$*$*$ sry it's kinda short, but review and I'll write more! 3 Riles