Ship: S/V Fluffy-fluff AU/Futurefic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if Michael Vaughn were mine I'd be an oh-so- happy girl :) Instead, the characters all belong to JJ and the other Alias folks over at ABC.
AN: This is the prequel to "Returning to Maggie," but it stands on its own. I would really love reviews because I have a second chapter written and a third in progress, but I'm not sure where I want this to go yet.
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It was a sunny June weekend full of the laziness and normality that they never took for granted. Sydney smiled as she locked the car door and made her way to the house with her shopping bags. Standing on the porch, she heard the sounds of the radio over whir of the lawnmower and could envision Michael sweating and singing in the backyard as he cut the grass. Setting her purchases in the hall, Sydney pulled open windows in the living room to let in the fresh air of the late spring day and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as she headed to where the door to the backyard stood open.
Leaning on the door frame, Sydney smiled as she watched her husband push the lawnmower in even rows back and forth across their yard. His Kings t- shirt was dark with sweat between his shoulders and Sydney stared admiringly as she sipped her water. Turning to start a new row, Michael finally noticed he was no longer alone. Turning off the mower, he bounded across the lawn and didn't stop till he had leaped up the steps to their small deck and grabbed Sydney for a kiss.
"You are a sweaty mess!" she protested as they pulled back. The heady smell of sweat and grass and something that was simply Michael filled her senses.
"And you love it" Michael replied with a smug smile as he grabbed her again. He noted his wife's happy face. "You're all grins again today."
"Well, Mr. Vaughn, I am a very happy woman."
"Glad to hear it, Mrs. Vaughn" he murmured as he began to kiss at her neck.
"Stop!" Sydney squealed in mock protest, "You'll make me spill my water!"
"Here, I'll take care of that" Michael responded as he took the bottle and swallowed the remaining liquid in long gulps. They kissed again, his smooth, water-cooled tongue emerging to tangle with hers. Sydney sighed contentedly against his mouth as they finally pulled apart.
"Mrs. Barnes could be watching, you know" Sydney glanced across the yard at the kitchen windows of their elderly neighbor "And you still have that corner of the yard to finish."
"Yes dear," Michael smiled in feigned exasperation.
"Well, we have to be at my dad's by five and you most definitely need to shower."
"Did you find something for him?"
"Mission completed. They had some great ties and I got a picture frame for that photo you took at dinner last month of Dad and me. I'm going to go wrap them."
Sydney smiled over her shoulder as she turned back into the house and went to retrieve her purchases. She heard the whir of the lawnmower resume and went to grab wrapping paper and tape from the closet in their study. She glanced around the room and mentally imagined repainting the dark beige walls and replacing the mini-blinds with light, pretty curtains. The idea brought another smile to her face and she turned from the room to head back to kitchen to work on the presents.
Placing everything on the table, she returned to her room to grab the photo for her father and the small envelope that she had tucked inside Wuthering Heights after her appointment the day before. She returned to the kitchen and pulled the tie box and picture frame for her father out of their shopping bags. She quickly wrapped the tie and was in the process of securing the photograph inside its frame when she heard the mower stop. A minute later Michael came in through the kitchen door. He placed a kiss on the top of Sydney's head as he walked by.
"I'm going to go jump in the shower. Do you need me to do anything before we go?"
"Nope, you already signed the card." she smiled up at him.
"Okay."
Sydney finished her father's picture frame and wrapped it, placing it in a bag with the tie as she heard the water of the shower begin to run. She glanced down the hallway to make sure it was clear and pulled out the bag she had hidden on a chair pushed in to the table. Pulling out another picture frame, Sydney took a moment to trace the blue enamel words imprinted on the silver, considering them lovingly before she turned it over to open the back. She pulled the grainy picture from its envelope and closed it inside. The shower stopped and Sydney hurried to cover the frame with the wrapping paper. She picked up the small package and walked down the hall to their room. Her heart fluttered lightly in her chest as she pushed the door open.
Michael stood in front of the closet, buttoning the cuffs of his moss green shirt and tucking it into the khaki Dockers. Sydney loved that shirt and smiled as he caught her eye in the mirror.
"Lookin' good." Michael winked at her comment as he turned around.
"Ready to go Syd?"
"I just want to do one thing first." She sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to come and join her, nervously twiddling with a seam in the comforter as her heart continued to flutter.
"What sweetie?" Michael questioned as noted her fidgeting and sat down.
"I got something for you today too." She handed him the package and watched confusion flash across his face.
"Thanks Syd, but you shouldn't have. We both know I'm not a fa." his words trailed of as the paper fell away and he saw the words on the frame. His finger gently traced the blurry white shape in the picture as he brought his eyes up to meet Sydney's. The love and disbelief shining there brought tears to her eyes.
"Happy Father's Day Michael."
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if Michael Vaughn were mine I'd be an oh-so- happy girl :) Instead, the characters all belong to JJ and the other Alias folks over at ABC.
AN: This is the prequel to "Returning to Maggie," but it stands on its own. I would really love reviews because I have a second chapter written and a third in progress, but I'm not sure where I want this to go yet.
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It was a sunny June weekend full of the laziness and normality that they never took for granted. Sydney smiled as she locked the car door and made her way to the house with her shopping bags. Standing on the porch, she heard the sounds of the radio over whir of the lawnmower and could envision Michael sweating and singing in the backyard as he cut the grass. Setting her purchases in the hall, Sydney pulled open windows in the living room to let in the fresh air of the late spring day and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as she headed to where the door to the backyard stood open.
Leaning on the door frame, Sydney smiled as she watched her husband push the lawnmower in even rows back and forth across their yard. His Kings t- shirt was dark with sweat between his shoulders and Sydney stared admiringly as she sipped her water. Turning to start a new row, Michael finally noticed he was no longer alone. Turning off the mower, he bounded across the lawn and didn't stop till he had leaped up the steps to their small deck and grabbed Sydney for a kiss.
"You are a sweaty mess!" she protested as they pulled back. The heady smell of sweat and grass and something that was simply Michael filled her senses.
"And you love it" Michael replied with a smug smile as he grabbed her again. He noted his wife's happy face. "You're all grins again today."
"Well, Mr. Vaughn, I am a very happy woman."
"Glad to hear it, Mrs. Vaughn" he murmured as he began to kiss at her neck.
"Stop!" Sydney squealed in mock protest, "You'll make me spill my water!"
"Here, I'll take care of that" Michael responded as he took the bottle and swallowed the remaining liquid in long gulps. They kissed again, his smooth, water-cooled tongue emerging to tangle with hers. Sydney sighed contentedly against his mouth as they finally pulled apart.
"Mrs. Barnes could be watching, you know" Sydney glanced across the yard at the kitchen windows of their elderly neighbor "And you still have that corner of the yard to finish."
"Yes dear," Michael smiled in feigned exasperation.
"Well, we have to be at my dad's by five and you most definitely need to shower."
"Did you find something for him?"
"Mission completed. They had some great ties and I got a picture frame for that photo you took at dinner last month of Dad and me. I'm going to go wrap them."
Sydney smiled over her shoulder as she turned back into the house and went to retrieve her purchases. She heard the whir of the lawnmower resume and went to grab wrapping paper and tape from the closet in their study. She glanced around the room and mentally imagined repainting the dark beige walls and replacing the mini-blinds with light, pretty curtains. The idea brought another smile to her face and she turned from the room to head back to kitchen to work on the presents.
Placing everything on the table, she returned to her room to grab the photo for her father and the small envelope that she had tucked inside Wuthering Heights after her appointment the day before. She returned to the kitchen and pulled the tie box and picture frame for her father out of their shopping bags. She quickly wrapped the tie and was in the process of securing the photograph inside its frame when she heard the mower stop. A minute later Michael came in through the kitchen door. He placed a kiss on the top of Sydney's head as he walked by.
"I'm going to go jump in the shower. Do you need me to do anything before we go?"
"Nope, you already signed the card." she smiled up at him.
"Okay."
Sydney finished her father's picture frame and wrapped it, placing it in a bag with the tie as she heard the water of the shower begin to run. She glanced down the hallway to make sure it was clear and pulled out the bag she had hidden on a chair pushed in to the table. Pulling out another picture frame, Sydney took a moment to trace the blue enamel words imprinted on the silver, considering them lovingly before she turned it over to open the back. She pulled the grainy picture from its envelope and closed it inside. The shower stopped and Sydney hurried to cover the frame with the wrapping paper. She picked up the small package and walked down the hall to their room. Her heart fluttered lightly in her chest as she pushed the door open.
Michael stood in front of the closet, buttoning the cuffs of his moss green shirt and tucking it into the khaki Dockers. Sydney loved that shirt and smiled as he caught her eye in the mirror.
"Lookin' good." Michael winked at her comment as he turned around.
"Ready to go Syd?"
"I just want to do one thing first." She sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to come and join her, nervously twiddling with a seam in the comforter as her heart continued to flutter.
"What sweetie?" Michael questioned as noted her fidgeting and sat down.
"I got something for you today too." She handed him the package and watched confusion flash across his face.
"Thanks Syd, but you shouldn't have. We both know I'm not a fa." his words trailed of as the paper fell away and he saw the words on the frame. His finger gently traced the blurry white shape in the picture as he brought his eyes up to meet Sydney's. The love and disbelief shining there brought tears to her eyes.
"Happy Father's Day Michael."