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Laura&Carrie
Chapter 2
Vaughn's House: LA-7:00AM
Michael Vaughn rolled out of bed and walked towards his bathroom. He needed a shower and then coffee and then he could go to the office and deal with Syd and
their newest mission and pray that no one nearly got killed. Especially Syd.
He pushed the door open and heard a scream. He looked up to see Sydney Bristow completely naked in his bathroom. It was like a dream, but it wasn't. He stood there trying to figure out why the hell Sydney would be standing there, naked. Not just naked, but
wet. She glistened in the buzzing florescent lights that surrounded the mirror. He felt the want and need begin to build, along with his arousal.
Then the memories of moving in Sydney last night came back to him suddenly. The second that Sydney scrambled for her towel, which had fallen away when she had seen Vaughn enter, Vaughn quickly averted his eyes to the ground. "Damn it Vaughn! I'm not finished. Get out!"
"I. I'm sorry," he mumbled quickly, before closing the door and fumbling down the hallway. Damn she was hot. Her body was. Perfect. The only word that would ever classify a wed, naked Sydney Bristow was perfect. He'd dreamed of this. Well not this exactly, but Sydney in various stages of undress anywhere in his home was part of a dream.
Vaughn sat down at the table and dropped his head in his hands, and tried to picture anything other than the image that was burned on his retinas and making him more and more aroused by the minute. A mission, a mission should do it. Missions involved Sydney, occasionally in various stages of undress. 'Vaughn!' he yelled at himself mentally.
Sark. 'Eww, eww Sark.' Luckily that was enough, and Vaughn got up to make coffee, he had a feeling he was going to need it. He wandered back out towards the living room, where obvious signs of his agent, partner and current roommate, not to mention the object of his affections, had moved into his place.
He didn't even hear her pad up behind him. "You know, you could actually be considerate of other people and knock. You're not the only one who lives here," Sydney told him as she plopped down on the couch.
"I have lived alone for years Syd," he practically snapped, frustrated in more ways than one. "And usually when there's a naked woman in my bathroom she doesn't mind me walking in."
Syd kept a straight face even though the line nearly killed her. "Do you have coffee?" she asked, seemingly unaffected.
"I'm making some."
"Well the bathroom's all yours," Syd told him as she stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Did you leave any hot water?" Vaughn called after her.
Syd stopped and looked at him over his shoulder with that faux innocent look of hers. "You should hope so," she said smugly before heading into the kitchen.
All Vaughn prayed was that he wouldn't be the one to do Sydney in today.
CIA Offices: LA-9:30 AM
Stephanie started working with the punching back that she had artfully placed in her and her husbands office. Due to the fact that they only had the one desk in there it left a lot of room. She enjoyed having something to work her emotions out on, and Johnny liked to tease her that it cost less than having to redo the room once a month.
"Is it dead yet?" Johnny asked, coming into the room and laying the files he had in hand on his desk.
"Shut up," Steph said good naturedly as she stopped and turned to look at her husband. She walked over to him and kissed him before sagging against him.
Johnny lifted a hand and stroked her hair. "What is it now?"
"Tension from the mission," she murmured without moving. "This is a big one."
"I know. You're going to pull it off beautifully though."
Stephanie lifted her head and looked up at her husband with one eyebrow carefully raised. "It's a team effort. A rather large team effort."
"Do we fail?" he asked, raising his own eyebrow to match hers.
"No," Steph conceded before she snuggled back into Johnny. "Besides, I'm working on a smaller mission."
Johnny couldn't help the smirk. His wife's biggest weakness was seeing other couples happy. "Ah yes, spreading happiness one couple at a time."
"Hey, we can't have everything, but we can have love."
"You're a hopeless romantic at heart."
"So sue me," she said before her husband's mouth captured her own.
"Hey. Oh."
"Vaughn has knocking issues," Sydney said with a smirk from behind him.
Vaughn whirled around and glared at Syd. "The door was open."
"And that's the perfect excuse."
"Did you two remember to get rings?" Stephanie asked, trying to head off a fight before it started.
"No," Sydney answered.
At the same time Vaughn said, "Yeah."
"Yeah? When did you get rings?" Sydney asked him curiously. She hadn't seen him get any rings.
"When you disappeared for a little while," Vaughn said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two boxes. He opened the first one and pulled out an extravagant engagement ring, and then took a band with diamonds in it. "Here." He took her hand and slipped
the rings over her finger.
"They're beautiful," Sydney breathed, as she studied them. "And they fit."
"Yeah well," Vaughn simply shrugged as he slipped his own band on.
Steph looked at the rings on Sydney's hand. "You have good taste in jewelry Michael." She said.
"Thanks." He said. He looked around the room, "Why is there only one desk in here, don't you two share this office?" He asked hoping to change the subject from the rings.
"Ah, well, there used to be two desks in here, but Steph never used hers. So we got rid of it in favor of the punching bag and the couch."
"Why the punching bag?" Sydney asked.
"I got tired of having to pay to have the office redone every time she threw a tempter tantrum. It gets expensive."
"You had to pay one time Johnny, one time."
"Alright. I think it's about time we headed out," Johnny said looking at his watch.
"Yes lets. Someone has family to meet," Sydney teased as they headed out the door.
LAX-10:45 AM
Sydney, Vaughn Johnny and Stephanie stood in LAX waiting for flight 250 from JFK to land. The difference between the two couples was evident. Johnny's arm was casually slung around his wife and she leaned into him. They looked like a real married
couple.
Sydney and Vaughn on the other hand stood about a foot apart, sending each other nervous glances. The few incidents that had passed between them that morning
had made them both nervous.
"Hey Steph, you want to help me find the bathroom," Sydney asked, in a desperate attempt to get away from the awkward situation she was in.
"Sure."
"I don't know how we're going to pull this off," Syd said once they were well out of earshot.
"What do you mean? What happened?"
Syd blushed and looked down. "This morning he sort of walked in on me."
Stephanie just looked at Sydney for a few moments before she burst out laughing. "It's not funny!" Syd exclaimed.
Stephanie managed to find a sympathetic glance in her arsenal. "Johnny did the same thing the first time we were forced to share a space for a mission. Boys that
live alone have no clue what sharing is."
"I just. If he was going to see me naked, I didn't want
it to be like that."
"I know."
Back in the waiting area Vaughn tried to think of something to say before he just blurted out the first thing on his mind. "I'm worrying that I'm going to kill her."
"Living with a woman isn't easy, especially if it's against either of your will. Or if you want her and she doesn't know," Johnny said suggestively, wondering how on the money his wife was.
"She's just taking over everything."
"I don't want to know do I?"
"No."
"So what are you two chatting about?" Sydney asked as she and Stephanie rejoined the guys.
Vaughn looked down at her with a gleam in his eyes. "You."
"And how in love we are?" Syd asked, threading her arms around one of Vaughn's.
"Yes," Vaughn said, figuring all of the spectators in the airport were expecting a kiss. They were married after all. He could get away with it.
All Syd knew was that Vaughn's face was inches away from her own. She felt her body tense up slightly with anticipation as his hand came to cup her face.
And then... "Hello," she said rather tersely into her cell phone to stop the shrill ringing.
"Syd, thank god," Francie's relief filled voice carried over the phone as Syd pushed away from Vaughn and headed into a corner. "We nearly had a heart attack when we found your stuff missing."
"Hey Francie," Syd said with a small laugh. The truth was she was upset with herself. She should have known that Francie would have been worried upon getting hometo find her roommate's stuff gone. And we, meant Will.
"Where did all of your stuff go? Where are you Syd?" Francie questioned.
Syd could hear the worry in her friend's voice. Now came the choice, tell Francie, guess what I'm married or it's a long story I'll tell you later. "Surprise! Vaughn and I got married."
"Married?" Francie asked in a shocked voice.
"Married?" Will's voice came through the background and she knew that as of this moment he was in a panic. "She's married! Damn it Francie; give me the phone! You're married," he exclaimed when he had safely gotten the phone from Francie. "To who?"
They were going to find out sooner or later. "Vaughn."
"Vaughn?" Will exclaimed, and she knew that hadn't exactly been the answer Will was looking for. But she was married to Vaughn. "You're married to the man Syd, you better be able to use the man's first name."
"Michael and I got married this weekend," she said correcting herself, making a mental note to begin calling Vaughn by his first name most of the time. "We
have been fighting our feelings forever, and now with SD-6 out of the way, we decided to just jump right in."
Well it was partially true. She rationalized to herself.
"Does your father know?" Will asked sternly.
"No! We need to tell him. So please, let us."
"Will! Give me--" There was clearly another struggle over the phone and when it was over Francie's voice came over the phone, and Sydney had a feeling Will was getting death glares. "Syd, don't listen to him, congratulations. I mean you're happy. You are happy aren't you?"
"Yes. Very," Syd said with a smile as she wondered what it would really be like to be Mrs. Michael Vaughn. It had potential to be quite wonderful.
"Everything ok?" Vaughn said, coming up behind her and laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah Michael, everything's fine," Syd said, looking up at him over her shoulder.
"Give him the phone I want to talk to him too," Francie told Syd.
Syd covered the small holes at the bottom of the phone. "Here. They want to talk to you."
"Hello?" Vaughn said as he picked up the phone.
"Well congratulations. You got yourself one heck of a wife."
"That I do."
"Glad to hear that. You're happy?"
"Extremely," he said staring at Syd, and for a moment, he let himself believe that she was his wife.
Vaughn heard a shuffle and then Will's voice carried through the phone. "You better take care of her, or I'm going to kill you and I don't care if you're CIA."
"I won't hurt her I promise."
"You can't promise those things."
"Look--" Vaughn said getting pissed off.
"Delta Flight 250 from JFK international has landed. Passengers will be arriving shortly."
"Will," Sydney said into the phone. "Will we've got to go."
"Why are you at the airport? You're not going on your honeymoon right now are you?" he asked rather panicked.
"You can't Syd. I wanted you two to come to the restaurant for a celebratory dinner," Francie's voice came through know, and Syd could practically see them
with both of their heads pressed to the receiver.
"We're just picking up Michael's brother and sister-in-law," Syd explained.
"Oh. Bring them as well."
Syd felt guilty because she knew she couldn't leave out Johnny and Steph. "And a very old friend of mine who just recently moved here, and her husband."
"Well at least it's even."
"You're the best Francie," Syd exclaimed, knowing that she'd just gotten a yes.
"I know. We're going to have to get you married another time so I can be there."
"Alright. I've really got to go."
"Alright."
They stood down by the baggage claim waiting for the pair of agents to arrive. They first spotted them as they came down the escalator. Their height difference was interesting, and hadn't translated in Sydney's mind from paper to reality. Agent Robin Morgan was
definitely a tiny woman, barely coming up to her husband's shoulder.
But she would stick them next to each other. Syd thought to herself, knowing that it was the height difference between him and Robin that made Jason Morgan seem so tall. But nonetheless, they were a very attractive couple, the pixie like woman and the impressive man.
Sydney turned to Vaughn as the Morgan's quickly collected their bags. "Vaughn look there's your brother go give him a hug," she teased gleefully.
Vaughn simply sent her a disbelieving look. "Look at him he's a punk."
Sydney looked back and rolled her eyes. "It's just a leather jacket, and I've seen you wear a leather jacket."
"Robin look at him, we are never going to get along. He looks like a Quartermaine."
"Well dear you are a Quartermaine by blood."
"I'm going to forget you said that."
And with that they were in front of the other couples.
"Jason," Vaughn acquiesced coldly with a nod.
"Michael," Jason said repeating the action.
"It's been a long time," Sydney said, hugging Jason first, surprising him a bit, before moving on to Robin.
"It's so good to see you again," Robin told Syd, playing her part honestly and wonderfully. "Both of you," she said, as she went over and gave Vaughn a hug befitting a brother-in-law.
"Same here," Vaughn said, releasing the small woman, and feeling a small surge of triumph as he saw the anger in her husbands eyes
"Oh and these are my friends. Johnny and Stephanie O'Brien. Johnny, Steph, this is Michael's brother Jason and his wife Robin. Steph is one of my very
best friends from school."
"We actually know of each other. Stephanie have you heard from Brenda lately?"
"My sister Brenda and Robin are best friends. Its really nice to finally meet you and Jason."
"Well are we ready to go."
"Did you get everything?" Robin asked, looking up at her husband.
"Yup."
"The small one's his," Robin said looking from the bags back to the other two girls. "How a man can travel on a duffle that size I'll never know."
"And then the complain about what we bring," Syd responded, thinking of the fuss Vaughn had made the other night about all of her stuff.
"So, how are you?" Robin asked Syd, as if they had known each other for years.
"I'm doing alright. Work's changing, but I think it's for the best,"
"That's good. I'm just glad to be back stateside."
"Mon fr(re est un connard," Vaughn muttered as he walked up to his 'wife' and placed an arm around her shoulders.
"Merci beaucoup," Jason said coldly in perfect French. "Je pense le m(me que toi."
"You've got to love how they're fluent in French," Robin said, turning to look at Syd. "It's such a beautiful language. We've been very happy living in France for the past three years."
"You've been in Paris right?" Syd asked.
"I love Paris," Steph said from the background.
"Michael's and my visits to France have been quite short."
"One of these times you'll have to stay with us," Robin said, and Jason and Vaughn shared a worried glance. "It would be wonderful. Shopping is to die for."
"It must be."
"Shoes," Steph piped up. "I went shoe crazy there once."
"In. Everybody in," Vaughn said as they reached the cars that the CIA had sent over.
"Are you feeling alright sweetie?" Syd asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes that he didn't by for a minute.
"I'm fine," Vaughn said tersely before climbing into the car after her.
"Alright," Sydney said dubiously as the car pulled away from the curb.
Twenty minutes later the cars pulled up in front of the Beverly Regent Hotel.
"You guys go back to the offices," Robin said when they all got out. "We'll be fine."
"You know Michael, do you think it's best leaving your brother at a hotel?" Sydney asked Vaughn.
"Yes," Jason and Vaughn said at once.
"Go on. We'll be hear at two."
The moment Jason and Robin were in their room, Jason picked up one of the glasses and filled it with water. He came back to his wife who was sitting on the bed.
"Thanks," Robin said as she took the glass. She looked between it and her purse. "Hold it for just another moment."
"Sure," Jason said, watching her closely as she rummaged around in her purse and pulled out one of the many small containers with pills.
Jason handed her the glass of water and sat down next to her as she swallowed all of the pills. "Blech," Robin said with a shudder, leaning into him. "I don't like that one."
It pulled at Jasons heart every time he was reminded of Robin's illness. "I know," he murmured as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
Robin simply sighed and snuggled closer. "Tired?"
"Only slightly."
"Take a nap," Jason said, standing. "I have a few errands I want to run."
Robin shook her head and stood as well. "I probably shouldn't nap. It will mess me up more."
"Alright. I'll be back in a bit," Jason said, leaning down to give her a kiss before he left.
"And I'll begin unpacking."
CIA Offices-2:00pm
The six agents were sitting in the conference room waiting for Devlin to join them and brief them. "So I was thinking we should definitely go back to Port Charles, since Robin and Jason are both from there, and my brother and sister live there." Steph said. "I'm sure my sister will want to have dinner with us." Steph added.
"Stephanie." Johnny started.
"She's my sister, and I love her, and because of our job we've missed every single one of her weddings, the least we can do is have dinner with her. I thought you liked my sister." Steph said, feeling slightly hurt.
"I love you sister, hate her choice of life partners. Besides Steph three out of her four weddings either weren't legal or someone forgot to show up."
Stephanie simply gave him a cold glare instead of "Jonathon, you can sleep on the couch for that comment."
Their bickering was interrupted by the sound of Devlin clearing his throat. "Are we ready to begin?"
They all turned at the sound of his voice. The CIA agents took in the casually dressed man standing with Devlin. "Uncle Frisco." Robin exclaimed jumping up and flying into her Uncle's open arms. "You didn't mention you were coming to LA."
"I wanted to surprise you beautiful."
"I did too." Anna Devane-Scorpio said from the doorway. "Don't worry I left your Dad at the hotel Luv."
"How'd you manage that?" Jason asked.
"You didn't tie him up, did you?" Robin asked seriously. She'd heard the story more times than she could count, and knew her mother would do it again.
"Nah, I left him with Uncle Sean and Tiffany."
"What is this a family operation?" Vaughn whispered in Sydney's ear.
"Shh." She hissed back at him.
"The WSB director is wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt." Vaughn said disbelievingly.
"Michael." She whispered warningly in his ear.
"Miss. Bristow." Anna said extending her hand to Sydney. "I read your file, and I am so impressed with your work, it is no easy task being a double agent. You did a marvelous job."
"I can't believe the one and only Anna Devane is shaking my hand and complimenting my work." Sydney thought. To Anna she said. "Thank you very much, that is a high compliment coming from you."
"Lets get started, shall we?" Devlin said getting tired of the small talk.
"The purpose of your mission," Frisco started. "Is really quite simple, find the connection and bring it down."
"That's it?" Steph asked, she had been expecting a book of details and instructions.
"You're all smart agents, I'm sure Director Devlin and I don't have to spell out every detail for you. Plus anything we can tell you is already in the case files we gave you, so repeat ourselves."
Devlin gave Frisco a sharp look. "You can meet with the tech guys to get all the tools your going to need. Remember the seriousness of this mission, this not just a paid vacation where you happen to take down the criminals. Do not let the location of this mission distract you."
"I have limited experience with KBG, I do know they have one of the best trained assassins in the world. I am however quite well versed where DVX is concerned. Back in the day, they were extremely powerful. They are ruthless, your lives mean absolutely nothing to them, and they will not hesitate to take care of you using any means necessary. The six of you are six of the best and brightest agents in the world obviously, and I have all the faith in the world in you and your abilities, but please be careful I want to see all six of you return home." Anna said.
After the meeting, they dispersed into the hallway. "Robin." Sydney said. "Michael and I will pick you and Jason up at six thirty, we are having dinner with Steph and Johnny and a couple friends of mine."
"That sounds great, we'll see you then." Robin said enthusiastically.
"Robin what did you just agree to?" Jason asked her when Sydney walked away.
"Dinner at seven. Michael and Sydney will be at our hotel at six thirty." She said stretching up to kiss him on the cheek. She walked away to talk to her Mom and her Uncle before Jason could say anything.
Restaurant-7:10
"I wonder where Syd and Michael are?" Francie mused. "They didn't mention being late, did they mention anything to you?"
"No." Johnny said.
"Either Sydney and Michael decided what the hell lets ravage each other, or Michael and Jason are currently killing each other." Stephanie whispered in Johnny's ear.
"I don't really want either of those visuals in my head."
"Sorry." She said kissing him.
"There they are." Will said suddenly. "And all four of them look pissed."
"Oh boy." Steph whispered. "Hey guys." She said cautiously when they approached. "What's going on?"
"How their Mother dealt with them I'll never know. You would think they were ten the way they acted." Sydney said angrily.
"Well Jason is just turning seven." Vaughn muttered.
"Enough." Sydney said. "I just want to enjoy the evening with my husband and my friends and family, is that too much to ask from you."
"No, Jason and I can call a truce for now. Right Jason?" Michael asked, wrapping his arms protectively around Sydney. "I'm sorry." He said just loud enough for her to hear.
"Right." Jason said after receiving an elbow to the midsection from Robin.
"So sit down." Francie said. "Details Syd, I want details. Let me see the ring." Francie started excitedly.
The four of them sat down, and somehow Jason and Michael ended up sitting next to each other. "You boys going to be able to handle that? Or do you need to be separated?" Stephanie asked with an amused smile.
"We're fine." Jason and Vaughn said at the same time.
"Syd come on, don't leave us hanging." Francie said impatiently.
"Ok, there isn't really much to say. Vau-- Michael asked me to marry him, and I said yes. We decided to just go ahead and do it now, because we didn't want to wait any longer to be together." Sydney said resting her hand on top of Vaughn's.
"We've been fighting the love that we share for each other for over a year now. I didn't want to go another day without Sydney as my wife."
"I can't believe you kept the fact that you were in love for over a year from me," Francie said.
"You know I had to." Sydney said.
"I know, but seriously you guys are going to have to have another wedding so all of your friends and family can be present."
"Well." Sydney said. "Michael and are leaving for our honeymoon, we'll discuss it when we get back," Sydney said somewhat sadly, knowing that when she got back, she would have to explain another lie to her friends.
Vaughn immediately caught the change in her demeanor. "Can you excuse the two of us for a minute," Vaughn asked grabbing Sydney's hand and leading her away from the table. "What's the matter?" He asked gently.
"I was just thinking that when we get back I'm going to have to explain another huge lie to them. I mean Francie is so excited about us."
Vaughn put his hands on her face. "I'm sorry."
She grabbed his wrists. "Its not your fault," she said with a small smile.
He looked over her head to see the entire table watching them expectantly. He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers gently. "Lets go back to the table." He whispered to her.
She just shook her head and allowed Vaughn to lead her back to the table.
"You must be in love," Francie said with a smile. "You've got that goofy head over heels in love grin on your face, and that glazed I'm ecstatically happy look in your eyes."
"Of course I'm happy and in love, I married the man of my dreams."
"So when do you leave on your honeymoon?" Will asked.
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow evening to go visit Steph's family. After that we are going to Port Charles to visit Robin's family, and Michael and Jason's family live there as well."
"So does my sister." Steph added.
"Then we are going to Hawaii." Sydney finished.
"Sounds like you guys are going to have the time of your lives."
"We are." Vaughn said with a smile.
Beverly Reagent Hotel-10:00
"Alright, now I'm exhausted," Robin said with a small laugh as she and Jason headed towards the hotel.
Jason stopped and looked down at her. "Just one thing first."
She knew those eyes, those twinkling eyes that wanted something, but it had to do with her. She wanted to know what it was, but she wanted the bed in the hotel as well. "What?"
"Come on," Jason said as he began to steer her towards the exclusive parking garage.
Robin kept giving him crazy looks until the elevator they were in got to the top, and he covered her eyes with his hands. "Jason, what has gotten into you."
Jason walked with her for a few paces and then stopped. He lifted his hands and robin saw a motorcycle, but not just any motorcycle. It was Jason's first and prize motorcycle, which he had mysteriously left behind when he had gone to her in Paris. She now looked up at him with wide eyes.
Jason simply shrugged. "I figured as long as we're in the states."
"Oh!" She exclaimed, launching herself into is arms. Laughingly she pulled back. "You do know we're not riding this thing cross country."
"I have money."
Robin took that simple statement to mean he was going to fly it to all of their different stops. "I'm well aware of that fact."
"And then we can have it shipped to Paris when we're done," he said running his hand down her hair.
Robin turned back to look at the bike. She thought of the small collection they had acquired as a couple. This one was bigger than all that. "Oh Jason, I missed this bike. I mean I love ours but this one, this one started it."
"I know."
"I'm ready for bed now."
"Me too, but I don't intend to sleep," Jason said swinging her up into his arms.
"Jason," Robin admonished without the least bit of anger in her voice.
"Do you want to sleep right now?" he asked her rasing an eyebrow.
"I could get into something else."
"Good."
Johnny and Steph's house-10:10
"Well." She said plopping down on the couch. "That was interesting."
"It was." He said sitting down next to her. "I think you're right about Sydney and Michael though. They definitely have something going on, they are currently in denial."
"Hawaii should be good for them." She looked at her watch. "Night honey." She kissed him on the mouth and got up. She reached behind him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. "Here you go." She said handing it to him.
"What's this for?" He asked forgetting about their conversation from earlier.
"You're crashing on the couch tonight remember."
"Stephanie, you weren't serious about that, were you?"
"Of course I was you big baby don't whine, its unattractive on you."
"Steph." He said pulling her down onto his lap. "We both know how you hate to sleep alone." He said kissing her neck.
"Are you trying to seduce me into letting you come upstairs?" She asked.
"Is it working?" He asked pushing her sweater off her shoulders and moving the strap of her tank top to the side so he could kiss her shoulder.
"Maybe just a little." She replied.
"Only a little." He said with a smirk, as he continued his assault.
"Ok, ok, its working. Can we go upstairs now?"
He laughed, "Anything you say." He carried her up the stairs and to their bedroom
Vaughn's House-9:20
"Well that went well," Vaughn muttered, throwing his coat over a chair.
Sydney whirled on him, her eyes bright and hot. "No thanks to you."
Vaughn gave up a weary sigh. "Syd, I tried."
"No, no you didn't. He's supposed to be your brother, and you're both supposed to be well over the age of ten."
"He's not even--"
"DON'T Michael Christophe Vaughn!" she yelled at him. The sniping had continued over dinner. "Don't even think about going there right now."
"You're pissed."
"If you blow this mission because no one believes that you two are brothers I'm blaming it on you," she told him as she angrily paced around the room.
"We won't blow it," He told her, going over to her and taking her by the shoulders. "You know that. I'm sorry I upset you."
She let out a sigh. "Just try harder next time."
Vaughn stroked a hand down her face. "Alright."
He was leaning in towards her, Syd could see it and feel it. She simply ducked out from underneath his arm and headed backwards towards her room. "Anyways, I'm exhausted. Time for bed. Night Michael."
"Night Syd."
Laura&Carrie
Chapter 2
Vaughn's House: LA-7:00AM
Michael Vaughn rolled out of bed and walked towards his bathroom. He needed a shower and then coffee and then he could go to the office and deal with Syd and
their newest mission and pray that no one nearly got killed. Especially Syd.
He pushed the door open and heard a scream. He looked up to see Sydney Bristow completely naked in his bathroom. It was like a dream, but it wasn't. He stood there trying to figure out why the hell Sydney would be standing there, naked. Not just naked, but
wet. She glistened in the buzzing florescent lights that surrounded the mirror. He felt the want and need begin to build, along with his arousal.
Then the memories of moving in Sydney last night came back to him suddenly. The second that Sydney scrambled for her towel, which had fallen away when she had seen Vaughn enter, Vaughn quickly averted his eyes to the ground. "Damn it Vaughn! I'm not finished. Get out!"
"I. I'm sorry," he mumbled quickly, before closing the door and fumbling down the hallway. Damn she was hot. Her body was. Perfect. The only word that would ever classify a wed, naked Sydney Bristow was perfect. He'd dreamed of this. Well not this exactly, but Sydney in various stages of undress anywhere in his home was part of a dream.
Vaughn sat down at the table and dropped his head in his hands, and tried to picture anything other than the image that was burned on his retinas and making him more and more aroused by the minute. A mission, a mission should do it. Missions involved Sydney, occasionally in various stages of undress. 'Vaughn!' he yelled at himself mentally.
Sark. 'Eww, eww Sark.' Luckily that was enough, and Vaughn got up to make coffee, he had a feeling he was going to need it. He wandered back out towards the living room, where obvious signs of his agent, partner and current roommate, not to mention the object of his affections, had moved into his place.
He didn't even hear her pad up behind him. "You know, you could actually be considerate of other people and knock. You're not the only one who lives here," Sydney told him as she plopped down on the couch.
"I have lived alone for years Syd," he practically snapped, frustrated in more ways than one. "And usually when there's a naked woman in my bathroom she doesn't mind me walking in."
Syd kept a straight face even though the line nearly killed her. "Do you have coffee?" she asked, seemingly unaffected.
"I'm making some."
"Well the bathroom's all yours," Syd told him as she stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Did you leave any hot water?" Vaughn called after her.
Syd stopped and looked at him over his shoulder with that faux innocent look of hers. "You should hope so," she said smugly before heading into the kitchen.
All Vaughn prayed was that he wouldn't be the one to do Sydney in today.
CIA Offices: LA-9:30 AM
Stephanie started working with the punching back that she had artfully placed in her and her husbands office. Due to the fact that they only had the one desk in there it left a lot of room. She enjoyed having something to work her emotions out on, and Johnny liked to tease her that it cost less than having to redo the room once a month.
"Is it dead yet?" Johnny asked, coming into the room and laying the files he had in hand on his desk.
"Shut up," Steph said good naturedly as she stopped and turned to look at her husband. She walked over to him and kissed him before sagging against him.
Johnny lifted a hand and stroked her hair. "What is it now?"
"Tension from the mission," she murmured without moving. "This is a big one."
"I know. You're going to pull it off beautifully though."
Stephanie lifted her head and looked up at her husband with one eyebrow carefully raised. "It's a team effort. A rather large team effort."
"Do we fail?" he asked, raising his own eyebrow to match hers.
"No," Steph conceded before she snuggled back into Johnny. "Besides, I'm working on a smaller mission."
Johnny couldn't help the smirk. His wife's biggest weakness was seeing other couples happy. "Ah yes, spreading happiness one couple at a time."
"Hey, we can't have everything, but we can have love."
"You're a hopeless romantic at heart."
"So sue me," she said before her husband's mouth captured her own.
"Hey. Oh."
"Vaughn has knocking issues," Sydney said with a smirk from behind him.
Vaughn whirled around and glared at Syd. "The door was open."
"And that's the perfect excuse."
"Did you two remember to get rings?" Stephanie asked, trying to head off a fight before it started.
"No," Sydney answered.
At the same time Vaughn said, "Yeah."
"Yeah? When did you get rings?" Sydney asked him curiously. She hadn't seen him get any rings.
"When you disappeared for a little while," Vaughn said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two boxes. He opened the first one and pulled out an extravagant engagement ring, and then took a band with diamonds in it. "Here." He took her hand and slipped
the rings over her finger.
"They're beautiful," Sydney breathed, as she studied them. "And they fit."
"Yeah well," Vaughn simply shrugged as he slipped his own band on.
Steph looked at the rings on Sydney's hand. "You have good taste in jewelry Michael." She said.
"Thanks." He said. He looked around the room, "Why is there only one desk in here, don't you two share this office?" He asked hoping to change the subject from the rings.
"Ah, well, there used to be two desks in here, but Steph never used hers. So we got rid of it in favor of the punching bag and the couch."
"Why the punching bag?" Sydney asked.
"I got tired of having to pay to have the office redone every time she threw a tempter tantrum. It gets expensive."
"You had to pay one time Johnny, one time."
"Alright. I think it's about time we headed out," Johnny said looking at his watch.
"Yes lets. Someone has family to meet," Sydney teased as they headed out the door.
LAX-10:45 AM
Sydney, Vaughn Johnny and Stephanie stood in LAX waiting for flight 250 from JFK to land. The difference between the two couples was evident. Johnny's arm was casually slung around his wife and she leaned into him. They looked like a real married
couple.
Sydney and Vaughn on the other hand stood about a foot apart, sending each other nervous glances. The few incidents that had passed between them that morning
had made them both nervous.
"Hey Steph, you want to help me find the bathroom," Sydney asked, in a desperate attempt to get away from the awkward situation she was in.
"Sure."
"I don't know how we're going to pull this off," Syd said once they were well out of earshot.
"What do you mean? What happened?"
Syd blushed and looked down. "This morning he sort of walked in on me."
Stephanie just looked at Sydney for a few moments before she burst out laughing. "It's not funny!" Syd exclaimed.
Stephanie managed to find a sympathetic glance in her arsenal. "Johnny did the same thing the first time we were forced to share a space for a mission. Boys that
live alone have no clue what sharing is."
"I just. If he was going to see me naked, I didn't want
it to be like that."
"I know."
Back in the waiting area Vaughn tried to think of something to say before he just blurted out the first thing on his mind. "I'm worrying that I'm going to kill her."
"Living with a woman isn't easy, especially if it's against either of your will. Or if you want her and she doesn't know," Johnny said suggestively, wondering how on the money his wife was.
"She's just taking over everything."
"I don't want to know do I?"
"No."
"So what are you two chatting about?" Sydney asked as she and Stephanie rejoined the guys.
Vaughn looked down at her with a gleam in his eyes. "You."
"And how in love we are?" Syd asked, threading her arms around one of Vaughn's.
"Yes," Vaughn said, figuring all of the spectators in the airport were expecting a kiss. They were married after all. He could get away with it.
All Syd knew was that Vaughn's face was inches away from her own. She felt her body tense up slightly with anticipation as his hand came to cup her face.
And then... "Hello," she said rather tersely into her cell phone to stop the shrill ringing.
"Syd, thank god," Francie's relief filled voice carried over the phone as Syd pushed away from Vaughn and headed into a corner. "We nearly had a heart attack when we found your stuff missing."
"Hey Francie," Syd said with a small laugh. The truth was she was upset with herself. She should have known that Francie would have been worried upon getting hometo find her roommate's stuff gone. And we, meant Will.
"Where did all of your stuff go? Where are you Syd?" Francie questioned.
Syd could hear the worry in her friend's voice. Now came the choice, tell Francie, guess what I'm married or it's a long story I'll tell you later. "Surprise! Vaughn and I got married."
"Married?" Francie asked in a shocked voice.
"Married?" Will's voice came through the background and she knew that as of this moment he was in a panic. "She's married! Damn it Francie; give me the phone! You're married," he exclaimed when he had safely gotten the phone from Francie. "To who?"
They were going to find out sooner or later. "Vaughn."
"Vaughn?" Will exclaimed, and she knew that hadn't exactly been the answer Will was looking for. But she was married to Vaughn. "You're married to the man Syd, you better be able to use the man's first name."
"Michael and I got married this weekend," she said correcting herself, making a mental note to begin calling Vaughn by his first name most of the time. "We
have been fighting our feelings forever, and now with SD-6 out of the way, we decided to just jump right in."
Well it was partially true. She rationalized to herself.
"Does your father know?" Will asked sternly.
"No! We need to tell him. So please, let us."
"Will! Give me--" There was clearly another struggle over the phone and when it was over Francie's voice came over the phone, and Sydney had a feeling Will was getting death glares. "Syd, don't listen to him, congratulations. I mean you're happy. You are happy aren't you?"
"Yes. Very," Syd said with a smile as she wondered what it would really be like to be Mrs. Michael Vaughn. It had potential to be quite wonderful.
"Everything ok?" Vaughn said, coming up behind her and laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah Michael, everything's fine," Syd said, looking up at him over her shoulder.
"Give him the phone I want to talk to him too," Francie told Syd.
Syd covered the small holes at the bottom of the phone. "Here. They want to talk to you."
"Hello?" Vaughn said as he picked up the phone.
"Well congratulations. You got yourself one heck of a wife."
"That I do."
"Glad to hear that. You're happy?"
"Extremely," he said staring at Syd, and for a moment, he let himself believe that she was his wife.
Vaughn heard a shuffle and then Will's voice carried through the phone. "You better take care of her, or I'm going to kill you and I don't care if you're CIA."
"I won't hurt her I promise."
"You can't promise those things."
"Look--" Vaughn said getting pissed off.
"Delta Flight 250 from JFK international has landed. Passengers will be arriving shortly."
"Will," Sydney said into the phone. "Will we've got to go."
"Why are you at the airport? You're not going on your honeymoon right now are you?" he asked rather panicked.
"You can't Syd. I wanted you two to come to the restaurant for a celebratory dinner," Francie's voice came through know, and Syd could practically see them
with both of their heads pressed to the receiver.
"We're just picking up Michael's brother and sister-in-law," Syd explained.
"Oh. Bring them as well."
Syd felt guilty because she knew she couldn't leave out Johnny and Steph. "And a very old friend of mine who just recently moved here, and her husband."
"Well at least it's even."
"You're the best Francie," Syd exclaimed, knowing that she'd just gotten a yes.
"I know. We're going to have to get you married another time so I can be there."
"Alright. I've really got to go."
"Alright."
They stood down by the baggage claim waiting for the pair of agents to arrive. They first spotted them as they came down the escalator. Their height difference was interesting, and hadn't translated in Sydney's mind from paper to reality. Agent Robin Morgan was
definitely a tiny woman, barely coming up to her husband's shoulder.
But she would stick them next to each other. Syd thought to herself, knowing that it was the height difference between him and Robin that made Jason Morgan seem so tall. But nonetheless, they were a very attractive couple, the pixie like woman and the impressive man.
Sydney turned to Vaughn as the Morgan's quickly collected their bags. "Vaughn look there's your brother go give him a hug," she teased gleefully.
Vaughn simply sent her a disbelieving look. "Look at him he's a punk."
Sydney looked back and rolled her eyes. "It's just a leather jacket, and I've seen you wear a leather jacket."
"Robin look at him, we are never going to get along. He looks like a Quartermaine."
"Well dear you are a Quartermaine by blood."
"I'm going to forget you said that."
And with that they were in front of the other couples.
"Jason," Vaughn acquiesced coldly with a nod.
"Michael," Jason said repeating the action.
"It's been a long time," Sydney said, hugging Jason first, surprising him a bit, before moving on to Robin.
"It's so good to see you again," Robin told Syd, playing her part honestly and wonderfully. "Both of you," she said, as she went over and gave Vaughn a hug befitting a brother-in-law.
"Same here," Vaughn said, releasing the small woman, and feeling a small surge of triumph as he saw the anger in her husbands eyes
"Oh and these are my friends. Johnny and Stephanie O'Brien. Johnny, Steph, this is Michael's brother Jason and his wife Robin. Steph is one of my very
best friends from school."
"We actually know of each other. Stephanie have you heard from Brenda lately?"
"My sister Brenda and Robin are best friends. Its really nice to finally meet you and Jason."
"Well are we ready to go."
"Did you get everything?" Robin asked, looking up at her husband.
"Yup."
"The small one's his," Robin said looking from the bags back to the other two girls. "How a man can travel on a duffle that size I'll never know."
"And then the complain about what we bring," Syd responded, thinking of the fuss Vaughn had made the other night about all of her stuff.
"So, how are you?" Robin asked Syd, as if they had known each other for years.
"I'm doing alright. Work's changing, but I think it's for the best,"
"That's good. I'm just glad to be back stateside."
"Mon fr(re est un connard," Vaughn muttered as he walked up to his 'wife' and placed an arm around her shoulders.
"Merci beaucoup," Jason said coldly in perfect French. "Je pense le m(me que toi."
"You've got to love how they're fluent in French," Robin said, turning to look at Syd. "It's such a beautiful language. We've been very happy living in France for the past three years."
"You've been in Paris right?" Syd asked.
"I love Paris," Steph said from the background.
"Michael's and my visits to France have been quite short."
"One of these times you'll have to stay with us," Robin said, and Jason and Vaughn shared a worried glance. "It would be wonderful. Shopping is to die for."
"It must be."
"Shoes," Steph piped up. "I went shoe crazy there once."
"In. Everybody in," Vaughn said as they reached the cars that the CIA had sent over.
"Are you feeling alright sweetie?" Syd asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes that he didn't by for a minute.
"I'm fine," Vaughn said tersely before climbing into the car after her.
"Alright," Sydney said dubiously as the car pulled away from the curb.
Twenty minutes later the cars pulled up in front of the Beverly Regent Hotel.
"You guys go back to the offices," Robin said when they all got out. "We'll be fine."
"You know Michael, do you think it's best leaving your brother at a hotel?" Sydney asked Vaughn.
"Yes," Jason and Vaughn said at once.
"Go on. We'll be hear at two."
The moment Jason and Robin were in their room, Jason picked up one of the glasses and filled it with water. He came back to his wife who was sitting on the bed.
"Thanks," Robin said as she took the glass. She looked between it and her purse. "Hold it for just another moment."
"Sure," Jason said, watching her closely as she rummaged around in her purse and pulled out one of the many small containers with pills.
Jason handed her the glass of water and sat down next to her as she swallowed all of the pills. "Blech," Robin said with a shudder, leaning into him. "I don't like that one."
It pulled at Jasons heart every time he was reminded of Robin's illness. "I know," he murmured as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
Robin simply sighed and snuggled closer. "Tired?"
"Only slightly."
"Take a nap," Jason said, standing. "I have a few errands I want to run."
Robin shook her head and stood as well. "I probably shouldn't nap. It will mess me up more."
"Alright. I'll be back in a bit," Jason said, leaning down to give her a kiss before he left.
"And I'll begin unpacking."
CIA Offices-2:00pm
The six agents were sitting in the conference room waiting for Devlin to join them and brief them. "So I was thinking we should definitely go back to Port Charles, since Robin and Jason are both from there, and my brother and sister live there." Steph said. "I'm sure my sister will want to have dinner with us." Steph added.
"Stephanie." Johnny started.
"She's my sister, and I love her, and because of our job we've missed every single one of her weddings, the least we can do is have dinner with her. I thought you liked my sister." Steph said, feeling slightly hurt.
"I love you sister, hate her choice of life partners. Besides Steph three out of her four weddings either weren't legal or someone forgot to show up."
Stephanie simply gave him a cold glare instead of "Jonathon, you can sleep on the couch for that comment."
Their bickering was interrupted by the sound of Devlin clearing his throat. "Are we ready to begin?"
They all turned at the sound of his voice. The CIA agents took in the casually dressed man standing with Devlin. "Uncle Frisco." Robin exclaimed jumping up and flying into her Uncle's open arms. "You didn't mention you were coming to LA."
"I wanted to surprise you beautiful."
"I did too." Anna Devane-Scorpio said from the doorway. "Don't worry I left your Dad at the hotel Luv."
"How'd you manage that?" Jason asked.
"You didn't tie him up, did you?" Robin asked seriously. She'd heard the story more times than she could count, and knew her mother would do it again.
"Nah, I left him with Uncle Sean and Tiffany."
"What is this a family operation?" Vaughn whispered in Sydney's ear.
"Shh." She hissed back at him.
"The WSB director is wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt." Vaughn said disbelievingly.
"Michael." She whispered warningly in his ear.
"Miss. Bristow." Anna said extending her hand to Sydney. "I read your file, and I am so impressed with your work, it is no easy task being a double agent. You did a marvelous job."
"I can't believe the one and only Anna Devane is shaking my hand and complimenting my work." Sydney thought. To Anna she said. "Thank you very much, that is a high compliment coming from you."
"Lets get started, shall we?" Devlin said getting tired of the small talk.
"The purpose of your mission," Frisco started. "Is really quite simple, find the connection and bring it down."
"That's it?" Steph asked, she had been expecting a book of details and instructions.
"You're all smart agents, I'm sure Director Devlin and I don't have to spell out every detail for you. Plus anything we can tell you is already in the case files we gave you, so repeat ourselves."
Devlin gave Frisco a sharp look. "You can meet with the tech guys to get all the tools your going to need. Remember the seriousness of this mission, this not just a paid vacation where you happen to take down the criminals. Do not let the location of this mission distract you."
"I have limited experience with KBG, I do know they have one of the best trained assassins in the world. I am however quite well versed where DVX is concerned. Back in the day, they were extremely powerful. They are ruthless, your lives mean absolutely nothing to them, and they will not hesitate to take care of you using any means necessary. The six of you are six of the best and brightest agents in the world obviously, and I have all the faith in the world in you and your abilities, but please be careful I want to see all six of you return home." Anna said.
After the meeting, they dispersed into the hallway. "Robin." Sydney said. "Michael and I will pick you and Jason up at six thirty, we are having dinner with Steph and Johnny and a couple friends of mine."
"That sounds great, we'll see you then." Robin said enthusiastically.
"Robin what did you just agree to?" Jason asked her when Sydney walked away.
"Dinner at seven. Michael and Sydney will be at our hotel at six thirty." She said stretching up to kiss him on the cheek. She walked away to talk to her Mom and her Uncle before Jason could say anything.
Restaurant-7:10
"I wonder where Syd and Michael are?" Francie mused. "They didn't mention being late, did they mention anything to you?"
"No." Johnny said.
"Either Sydney and Michael decided what the hell lets ravage each other, or Michael and Jason are currently killing each other." Stephanie whispered in Johnny's ear.
"I don't really want either of those visuals in my head."
"Sorry." She said kissing him.
"There they are." Will said suddenly. "And all four of them look pissed."
"Oh boy." Steph whispered. "Hey guys." She said cautiously when they approached. "What's going on?"
"How their Mother dealt with them I'll never know. You would think they were ten the way they acted." Sydney said angrily.
"Well Jason is just turning seven." Vaughn muttered.
"Enough." Sydney said. "I just want to enjoy the evening with my husband and my friends and family, is that too much to ask from you."
"No, Jason and I can call a truce for now. Right Jason?" Michael asked, wrapping his arms protectively around Sydney. "I'm sorry." He said just loud enough for her to hear.
"Right." Jason said after receiving an elbow to the midsection from Robin.
"So sit down." Francie said. "Details Syd, I want details. Let me see the ring." Francie started excitedly.
The four of them sat down, and somehow Jason and Michael ended up sitting next to each other. "You boys going to be able to handle that? Or do you need to be separated?" Stephanie asked with an amused smile.
"We're fine." Jason and Vaughn said at the same time.
"Syd come on, don't leave us hanging." Francie said impatiently.
"Ok, there isn't really much to say. Vau-- Michael asked me to marry him, and I said yes. We decided to just go ahead and do it now, because we didn't want to wait any longer to be together." Sydney said resting her hand on top of Vaughn's.
"We've been fighting the love that we share for each other for over a year now. I didn't want to go another day without Sydney as my wife."
"I can't believe you kept the fact that you were in love for over a year from me," Francie said.
"You know I had to." Sydney said.
"I know, but seriously you guys are going to have to have another wedding so all of your friends and family can be present."
"Well." Sydney said. "Michael and are leaving for our honeymoon, we'll discuss it when we get back," Sydney said somewhat sadly, knowing that when she got back, she would have to explain another lie to her friends.
Vaughn immediately caught the change in her demeanor. "Can you excuse the two of us for a minute," Vaughn asked grabbing Sydney's hand and leading her away from the table. "What's the matter?" He asked gently.
"I was just thinking that when we get back I'm going to have to explain another huge lie to them. I mean Francie is so excited about us."
Vaughn put his hands on her face. "I'm sorry."
She grabbed his wrists. "Its not your fault," she said with a small smile.
He looked over her head to see the entire table watching them expectantly. He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers gently. "Lets go back to the table." He whispered to her.
She just shook her head and allowed Vaughn to lead her back to the table.
"You must be in love," Francie said with a smile. "You've got that goofy head over heels in love grin on your face, and that glazed I'm ecstatically happy look in your eyes."
"Of course I'm happy and in love, I married the man of my dreams."
"So when do you leave on your honeymoon?" Will asked.
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow evening to go visit Steph's family. After that we are going to Port Charles to visit Robin's family, and Michael and Jason's family live there as well."
"So does my sister." Steph added.
"Then we are going to Hawaii." Sydney finished.
"Sounds like you guys are going to have the time of your lives."
"We are." Vaughn said with a smile.
Beverly Reagent Hotel-10:00
"Alright, now I'm exhausted," Robin said with a small laugh as she and Jason headed towards the hotel.
Jason stopped and looked down at her. "Just one thing first."
She knew those eyes, those twinkling eyes that wanted something, but it had to do with her. She wanted to know what it was, but she wanted the bed in the hotel as well. "What?"
"Come on," Jason said as he began to steer her towards the exclusive parking garage.
Robin kept giving him crazy looks until the elevator they were in got to the top, and he covered her eyes with his hands. "Jason, what has gotten into you."
Jason walked with her for a few paces and then stopped. He lifted his hands and robin saw a motorcycle, but not just any motorcycle. It was Jason's first and prize motorcycle, which he had mysteriously left behind when he had gone to her in Paris. She now looked up at him with wide eyes.
Jason simply shrugged. "I figured as long as we're in the states."
"Oh!" She exclaimed, launching herself into is arms. Laughingly she pulled back. "You do know we're not riding this thing cross country."
"I have money."
Robin took that simple statement to mean he was going to fly it to all of their different stops. "I'm well aware of that fact."
"And then we can have it shipped to Paris when we're done," he said running his hand down her hair.
Robin turned back to look at the bike. She thought of the small collection they had acquired as a couple. This one was bigger than all that. "Oh Jason, I missed this bike. I mean I love ours but this one, this one started it."
"I know."
"I'm ready for bed now."
"Me too, but I don't intend to sleep," Jason said swinging her up into his arms.
"Jason," Robin admonished without the least bit of anger in her voice.
"Do you want to sleep right now?" he asked her rasing an eyebrow.
"I could get into something else."
"Good."
Johnny and Steph's house-10:10
"Well." She said plopping down on the couch. "That was interesting."
"It was." He said sitting down next to her. "I think you're right about Sydney and Michael though. They definitely have something going on, they are currently in denial."
"Hawaii should be good for them." She looked at her watch. "Night honey." She kissed him on the mouth and got up. She reached behind him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. "Here you go." She said handing it to him.
"What's this for?" He asked forgetting about their conversation from earlier.
"You're crashing on the couch tonight remember."
"Stephanie, you weren't serious about that, were you?"
"Of course I was you big baby don't whine, its unattractive on you."
"Steph." He said pulling her down onto his lap. "We both know how you hate to sleep alone." He said kissing her neck.
"Are you trying to seduce me into letting you come upstairs?" She asked.
"Is it working?" He asked pushing her sweater off her shoulders and moving the strap of her tank top to the side so he could kiss her shoulder.
"Maybe just a little." She replied.
"Only a little." He said with a smirk, as he continued his assault.
"Ok, ok, its working. Can we go upstairs now?"
He laughed, "Anything you say." He carried her up the stairs and to their bedroom
Vaughn's House-9:20
"Well that went well," Vaughn muttered, throwing his coat over a chair.
Sydney whirled on him, her eyes bright and hot. "No thanks to you."
Vaughn gave up a weary sigh. "Syd, I tried."
"No, no you didn't. He's supposed to be your brother, and you're both supposed to be well over the age of ten."
"He's not even--"
"DON'T Michael Christophe Vaughn!" she yelled at him. The sniping had continued over dinner. "Don't even think about going there right now."
"You're pissed."
"If you blow this mission because no one believes that you two are brothers I'm blaming it on you," she told him as she angrily paced around the room.
"We won't blow it," He told her, going over to her and taking her by the shoulders. "You know that. I'm sorry I upset you."
She let out a sigh. "Just try harder next time."
Vaughn stroked a hand down her face. "Alright."
He was leaning in towards her, Syd could see it and feel it. She simply ducked out from underneath his arm and headed backwards towards her room. "Anyways, I'm exhausted. Time for bed. Night Michael."
"Night Syd."