Against All Odds
Disclaimer: Everything Alias belongs to the god that is JJ Abrams. I'm just a poor student who's still sobbing her heart out over the fact that Michael Vartan is not hers.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Phase One
Timeline: AU. A few months after Phase One
A/N: Any sentences in stars indicate someone's thoughts.
Sydney stared angrily out of the aeroplane window trying to suppress her temper at the recent events. She was mad. No scratch that she was more than mad; she was furious. They had lost Sloane…again, and it annoyed her to no end that even after their mission they were still no closer to discovering what he was up to.
To make matters worse and raise her anger up a notch was the fact that it looked like they had been so close. Judging by the state of the warehouse, they must have missed Sloane by only a few minutes.
Unfortunately his team had still been careful and not left a trace of evidence as to what they had been planning or where they had disappeared to. When it came down to it the supposedly vital mission had been a complete and utter failure. Which is why they were now on their way back to L.A and Sydney was gripping her armrest so tightly she was surprised in didn't buckle under the pressure.
Was this ever going to end? After SD-6 was finally destroyed Sydney had thought that was it. Her double life was over and she could finally get something she craved so desperately; normalcy. For the briefest of moments she had actually dared to believe she had succeeded. Then she had discovered that Sloane had disappeared taking with him her only chance for a normal life.
After working endlessly to rid the world of SD-6 it seemed to her now that the vicious cycle was starting all over again with the hunt for Sloane. Newly received Intel had led the CIA to believe that a large part of Sloanes's operations was being carried out of a warehouse facility on the west coast of Canada. But no. They had been too late. Once again success had been cruelly ripped out of her clutches. Sloane was still on the run and her life was still as complicated as ever………almost.
Taking a side-glance at the sleeping man next to her, Sydney couldn't help the goofy grin that appeared on her face as she took in the sight of him. He looked so adorable even when he was asleep and her temper dissipated immediately on sight. A lock of hair had fallen across his forehead and she lightly brushed it aside marvelling at the fact that this wonderful man next to her was hers.
At least the end of SD-6 had brought a finish to one thing in her life. Now she no longer had to pretend that the sight of Michael Vaughn didn't make her want to jump him at every available (and not so available) opportunity.
She watched him shift slightly and saw a small smile creep on his face. God why did he have to smile? That was it now. How was she supposed to contain herself when he was looking like that? She was good not God. Even with all that had been happening, just looking at him made her want him.
Taking a glance around the neighbouring seats she saw that there were only two other agents on board…and a very cosy bathroom. Smiling happily to herself she realised that maybe they could continue what they had started on the way home from Paris before they had been rudely interrupted………oh the possibilities!
Leaning over the armrest Sydney gently caressed Vaughn's cheek before purring "Michael" softly into his ear.
"Mmm." He replied, automatically turning his head toward her and rubbing it against the palm of her hand.
"You know what I just realised?"
"What?"
"We never did get around to finishing our application for that club." She said softly, emphasising the word club.
"What club?" He asked puzzled, fully waking up and rubbing his eyes. Had he missed something? Were they planning on joining a club? He mentally ran through all the possibilities; golf, gym, tennis, nothing rang a bell.
Sydney sighed at his obvious confusion. *Get the hint Vaughn.* "The club." She repeated, raising her eyebrow and nodding in the direction of the bathroom.
"Ah." He replied, finally catching on. "But I thought after Paris our application would be pre-approved." He teased.
"Well we want to ensure it's processed correctly." She replied matter of factly, keeping up the banter.
"Of course." Raising the armrest Vaughn shifted closer to her. "You do realise though that we'll have to go through it very slowly…" He lowered his head down to kiss her. "…And in great detail. We want to make sure we don't miss anything."
As he gently placed kisses along her jawbone and throat, Sydney moaned softly, quickly forgetting all about the plan and everything else that was happening except for the fact that Vaughn was kissing her and making her feel like it was they themselves that were flying.
Unbuckling his seatbelt Vaughn got ready to stand up when the plane suddenly shook violently before veering sharply to the right.
"What the hell?!"
Both agents were flung back hard into their seats by the force of the dramatic course change and struggled to right themselves. Gripping Vaughn's hand tightly Sydney glanced out the window and saw that they were losing altitude quickly. *Oh my God.*
She was about to get up and speak to the pilot when his anxious voice came over the plane's PA system.
"All passengers fasten your seatbelts. Both engines have failed and we gonna have to make an emergency landing."
Shooting a nervous glance at Vaughn Sydney squeezed his hand before bending down and placing her hands over her head. The plane rocked from side to side and she closed her eyes and whispered a prayer as she felt the plane hit the trees and then her world come crashing down.
