A/N: hey everyone. Glad that you guys enjoyed the last chapter. I guess it was pretty obvious that I was (and still am) a huge NKOTB fan. And just so you know, my Sociology exam sucked (3 essay questions where I pretty much BS the whole thing), Motivation was okay, and Stats today was okay, though half the formulas we were given had errors in them, half we didn't need, and half the ones we needed weren't provided. GRRRRR! Anyways, here's a few shout outs to some of the great reviewers:
Ely: don't worry – I still know the words to practically every song NKOTB ever had. My favourite is Didn't I Blow Your Mind…
Twinnie: I just had to add Never Been Kissed and the reference in there, and it matched Marshall perfectly
Charmedgal005: don't worry – I'm sure yours will be great
Black kitti: I know she doesn't seem the type to be a big fan, but hey, back then, practically everyone was in love with them (especially Joey and Jordan)
To all my other wonderful reviewers: thanks for all the great words. So here, as promised (by Friday) is chapter 4. I hope you enjoy it just as much as the others, and remember, as always, to show me some lovin…
xoxox Blondie
REUNION
CHAPTER 4 – Sydney's High School Years
As they entered the school, Michael looked at Sydney and was pleased to see a big grin on her face. The grin got larger as she saw someone who appeared to be an old classmate of hers.
"Chris?" Sydney squealed as she ran up to Weiss, who had assumed his alias, and had arrived alone.
"Sydney!" They hugged. "It's been too long. How are you?"
Michael fought to keep from laughing as the two 'caught up'. This is too funny.
Sydney turned to Michael. "Michael, I'd like you to meet Chris Thompson. Chris, this is my husband, Michael Vaughn." Sydney was fighting to keep from laughing herself.
The men shook hands, exchanging "Nice to meet you"s.
"Oooh, Chris, is that Dave over there?" Sydney gestured to Dixon who had just walked in as well.
"Yeah, I think it is." Weiss replied, smirking.
Sydney walked up to Dixon and gave him a hug. "Hey there Dave."
Dixon turned around. "Sydney? Hey, how are you girl?"
"Pretty damn good. How bout you?"
"Not too shabby." He gestured to Maria, another agent posing as his wife. "This is my wife Maria. Maria, this is Sydney Bristow."
"Nice to meet you." She grabbed Michael's hand and introduced them as well.
"Syd?" A girl squealed from behind them.
Sydney turned around. "Cyndi!" Sydney ran and gave the girl a hug.
After Cyndi and her husband were introduced to Michael, Cyndi turned to Sydney and Michael. (A/N: That's kinda confusing, eh, Cyndi and Sydney sound a lot alike… or maybe that's just me in my post-exam thoughts. Back to the story now.)
"I hate to drag your wife away from you Michael, but she's desperately needed."
"Go ahead. Take her." He smiled. "I see enough of her already." Sydney raised her hand to swat, but Michael grabbed it too fast. "Ah ah ah! What did I say about swatting?"
"Yeah yeah." She grinned back. Then kissed him quickly. I'll see you in a bit. She picked up her bag and ran off giggling with Cyndi.
"Hey, is this where I find out about what you were like in high school?" He called after her, receiving a big grin and a wave in return.
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10 minutes later, after 'Dave' and 'Chris' caught up with their old 'classmates' and Michael was introduced to many more people, Cyndi approached the microphone set up on the stage.
"Hi everyone. Welcome to the 10 year reunion of Lakeview High School's class of 1993!" There was lots of applause. "I'm Cyndi Lane, and I was class President in our graduating year." More applause. Now, we're going to give you a bit of a blast from the past right now, so sit back and relive the memories of our high school years. So let's get this party started with the still very gorgeous, and very limber head cheerleader!!" and the crowd cheered and applauded, as Michael, Weiss, and Dixon stood in shock, as Sydney made her way out into the gym in full cheerleader uniform.
The strains of 'Right Said Fred's' 'I'm Too Sexy' filled the gymnasium, and Sydney did what apparently was an old routine.
During the routine, Weiss leaned in and whispered to Michael, "I see what you mean by 'the things she can do.'" And moved away when Michael glared at him.
After the routine was finished, the crowd, including the agents, went wild.
"Let's hear it for Sydney Bristow everyone!" the crowd, especially the men in the crowd, cheered loudly, and Sydney beamed. "Wait, sorry boys, she's now Sydney Vaughn." Cyndi corrected. There were many groans in the audience. Sydney smiled once more, waved at her friends, and ran off to get changed again as the next bit of entertainment came out.
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When Sydney rejoined Michael, Weiss, Dixon, and Maria, they all looked at her, smiling.
"Head cheerleader?" Weiss asked. "How the hell did you keep that a secret? Although it does explain a lot." She swatted him. As Jack's harsh voice came over the earpiece "Agent Weiss, I will remind you once, and only once, that you are on a mission, under an assumed alias. You are supposed to know these things. And Sydney honey, you were great. Just like old times."
"Thanks dad." Sydney smiled.
"So, do you have any more surprises for us?" Vaughn asked. "Keeping any more high school secrets?"
"Hey, I told you you'd find out tonight what I was like in high school, and there is more to come, I can guarantee that!" she replied, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Syd…" Michael started, but was interrupted by Cyndi taking the microphone again.
"And a great performance by the marching band." The crowd applauded as members of the old band left the stage. "Okay, we're going to get some dancing underway now, so I'd like to call upon the prom king and queen to start us off. Let's hear it for our king, Steve Starkson and our queen, Sydney Bristow, er, Vaughn."
Sydney gave a stunned Michael a quick kiss and made her way to the center of the gym. As the music of Whitney Houston's 'I Will Always Love You' filled the gymnasium, she met with the man who had been the king to her queen 10 years earlier, and gasped in shock.
"Hello Sydney." He said in a calm voice.
"Sark!"
A/N: Okay, okay. I know that Sark is actually younger than Sydney is, and that Sydney probably would not have been the head cheerleader in high school, and that these things probably don't take place at a reunion, but hey, work with me. it's all just a fictional story, and it's all part of the master plan. Cue evil laugh.