A/N: Glad to hear that you guys are enjoying the story. I probably won't be able to update for a few days since I'm in exams this week and next – I write 2 tomorrow (Sociology and a Psychology one, speaking of which, I should start studying and not writing fanfics, but oh well. It's only university) and one the next day (Stats), so there will be an update probably Thursday or Friday. Here's a chapter to hold you over until then. Wish me luck on my exams! (God knows that I need it!) And show me lotsa lovin…
xoxox Blondie
REUNION
CHAPTER 3 – Step by Step, Oooooh Baby…
The next day, Sydney was bouncing around like an 8 year old on a sugar high, continuously saying "He said yes. He said yes. I'm going. I'm going. He said yes. And no wild kinky monkey sex required. He said yes," and such, completely driving all the other agents insane. Well all the agents except for Weiss and Marshall.
"He said yes. He said yes. You're going. You're going. No monkey sex required. He said yes." Weiss was saying bouncing around the office with Sydney. "Wait a minute. Who said yes? You're going where? Why are we so happy? What's this about wild kinky monkey sex?" he stopped bouncing, suddenly confused.
Never stopping being giddy, Sydney said "The high school reunion, silly. Kendall said he'd put agents there so I can go safely. And you're one of them, remember? And I didn't even have to have wild kinky monkey sex with him. That's why I'm so happy. "
"Happy about the reunion? Or happy about the sex? Or both? Why would you have to have sex with him? I'm confused."
"All of the above, and the sex is an inside joke between Michael and me. Comprende amigo?"
"What? You're one of those people who are happy to be going back to high school? Man you must have been pretty popular to be looking forward to seeing people again. But then again, you're Sydney Bristow. I mean Vaughn. I mean. Yeah. Of course you were popular. You were probably the prom queen, cheerleader chick. Or the really smart one. But a popular smart person. Yeah. That was me in high school. People always came to me with science questions. But then they stole my beakers and Bunsen Burners. And they stole my car. And they teased me. Wait a minute. I wasn't popular. Dammit. And here I thought…" Marshall went on about his high school experience.
"Hey Syd, what were you like in high school?" Weiss asked.
"I'm not telling…" Sydney teased in a sing-song voice.
"Hey. That's no fair. I wanna know!" Weiss stamped his foot.
"Hey Eric, it's no use." Michael was saying. "She won't even tell me. She keeps on saying that I'll have to wait and see. And it's even worse since that phone call last night."
"Syd got a phone call? Man, she has friends?" Weiss asked teasingly. "OUCH!" he yelled when Sydney swatted him.
"Syd, remember, no talk of wild kinky monkey sex and no swatting." Michael scolded.
She looked down. "Sorry Eric."
"I'll forgive you if you tell me about high school…" he pleaded.
"Nope. I can handle you not forgiving me. I mean, I can kick your ass. And Kendall said you would be one of the agents there for safety, so you can find out with everyone else."
"…and she asked me to prom, but when she showed up in the limo, she tossed eggs at me and had him for a date…" Marshall was going on.
"Ummm, Marshall, that sounds a lot like the plot to Never Been Kissed, you know, the movie with Drew Barrymore? Weiss interrupted. "You just replaced the 'he's' with 'she's.'
"That's one of my favourite movies." Sydney was saying. "The teacher was really hot." She got a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Meh, he's nothing special." Michael said.
"So what was the mysterious phone call about?" Weiss asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, it was just Cyndi; she was class president when we graduated. She wanted me to bring something to the reunion. Something from our high school days…"
"Oh, like New Kids on the Block albums and stuff like that?" Weiss teased.
"No, but come to think of it, I have to dig those out of my dad's attic." She said, and then started singing "Step by step. Ooooh baby. Gonna get to you giiiiiiiiirl!!" as she ran off to find her father.
"She's a nut." Weiss said.
"Yeah, but you should see the things she can do…" Vaughn teased, then paused. "No wait, no you shouldn't."
***
Over the course of the next few weeks, Sydney calmed down considerably, but was still extremely hyper. She was continually begged to tell of her high school experience, but kept insisting that everyone would find out what they wanted to know at the reunion. Kendall went over all the plans for the night, informing everyone attending as to how they would be getting inside. Dixon and Weiss would be the agents inside the reunion, and Marshall, Jack and a few others would be outside, keeping a watch on things for any sign of Sark and Irina. Dixon and Weiss would be getting in, simply, by taking the ID of guests that were known not to be attending. They knew who they would be by looking at the few pictures Sydney would allow from her senior year yearbook (no pictures with her in it were allowed to be seen.)
Finally it was the night they had all been waiting for. The night of the reunion. Sydney and Michael got ready and Sydney grabbed her bag with the mysterious item she was asked to bring, along with her New Kids on the Block albums, which she had converted to CD format. Which she made Michael listen to in the car on the way to Lakeview High School for the reunion, as she 'sang' along. 'Pleeeeease don't go giiiiiiiiiirl. It would ruin my whole woooorrrrld…' and Michael had to severely restrain himself from bashing his head into the steering wheel.
"Sydney, honey…"
"Shhhh, Joey's singing."
"I realize that, but honey…"
"Giiiiiiiirrrrl!!!"
"Shoot me now."
Sydney reluctantly turned down the music. "What's so important that you had to interrupt Joey, Jordan, Jon, Donny, and Danny?"
"Syd, you know I love you. It's one thing to take out the albums for a reunion. It's quite another to listen to them all the time, sing along, and put up your old signed poster of them."
"HEY! You have signed Gordie Howe helmet in our living room. I can decorate how I want."
"But honey, my helmet is in the living room. Your poster is in the bedroom. I really don't want the last thing I see before I go to sleep be Joey McIntyre."
She made a puppy dog face at him and he had to turn away.
"Please oh please tell me it's just a phase." He muttered to himself.
"OOOOH!! 'Hanging Tough' is on now. Shhhh."
He shut off the CD player, much to the protests of Sydney. "HEY! I was listening to that."
"I'm aware of that. But we're here. It's time to go inside." And Michael turned on his earpiece, gestured for Sydney to do the same, and they went inside.
***
A/N: Okay, just a last minute thing, I don't own Never Been Kissed, or New Kids on the Block, or anything Alias (but if Michael Vartan and the NKOTB are for sale, I'll take them…) So are you asking yourself 'what was Sydney like in high school?' Well if you are (and even if you're not) come back for chapter 4 and find out…