Cooked Breakfast
Disclaimer:
I do not own Alias; ABC, Bad Robot Productions and JJ Abrams do, and I give
full acknowledgement of that (good work guys). I do not own and am not affiliated
in any way, with the brands mentioned in this piece (such as Ford, BWM or Colt),
more than likely I've used them because they're known, or because they're very
nice bits of kit that I hope to have one day. Finally, I'm a student, don't
sue me, I've got nothing worth taking.
Authors note:
Part two of what was originally one
chapter, the first half I put up yesterday. There are a few scenes in this,
and the previous chapter that I wasn't quite happy with, so if anyone has any
suggestions on how to improve them, I'd be really appreciative.
Anyway, Read and Review - any and all comments are appreciated, so long as their
constructive.
Thanks in advance.
Time frame:
None - Just generally set after Sydney becomes a double agent.
"Hey there Syd" Weiss said, only briefly making eye contact, and nodding, not taking his eye off the stove as he watched the sausages and bacon fry.
Vaughn was just sitting at the table, back against the wall, smiling.
Sydney first pointed towards Weiss, and managed to get out a "How?" before pointing towards Vaughn and asking "Why?"
Straightening up, Michael spoke first. "When Jack gave the basic outline of what had been said at the SD-6 meeting to Devlin, he went ballistic and put us two clowns on the fastest plane bound directly for England"
"Which just happened to be Concorde" Weiss added smugly, as he shuffled the frying pan once more.
"Yeah" Vaughn nodded towards his partner "Although we're not officially here, we're the only backup you'll be getting from the CIA on this mission. We're here to find out exactly what is left of SD-9, and depending on what is left, bring it back to Langley for analysis."
Sydney, still confused, but understanding what was being said, sat down and looked quizzically at the pair. "What about…"
Weiss spoke up before Vaughn could open his mouth. "The communication blackout - apparently its only affecting the communication systems the alliance use. Telephones, radio and internet communications are working fine, its just signals from SD cells that it doesn't like. Oh yeah, do you want one sausage or two?" He turned to her, pointing at the sausages and bacon sizzling in the pan.
"Erm, one thanks" She paused for a second, and looked as if she wanted to say something, but decided it could wait.
Vaughn got up, and smiled at her. "Have a seat; I'll bring your gear in. Where are the car keys?"
She patted her pockets for a second, before throwing him the keys, "Here, the button at the very bottom lets you open the trunk"
Their eyes seemed to connect for just a second, and there was a massive flux of electricity between the pair, both of them just smiling like fools, only interrupted by Weiss letting out a yelp of pain, as a bit of oil hit his finger.
"Back in a sec" Vaughn said dutifully, as he left to get her bags from the car.
As she heard the door shut, Weiss chirped up, "So how was the flight?"
"As good as spending 10 hours in coach can be, I feel like hell" She replied, a mixture of tiredness and exhaustion in her voice.
Weiss looked over his shoulder at her, and chuckled. "Heh, you look worse than Vaughn does when you're on a mission"
"I don't know if I've just been insulted, or I'm being appreciated"
"Trust me, that's a bad thing" was the almost instantaneous reply, as he got out 3 plates, and began to place the freshly cooked food down. It smelled good.
She chuckled; Weiss always could say something to make her laugh. "In that case, I'm very insulted, and you know what happens when I get annoyed"
He turned and smiled at her, before opening up the grill, and removing a tray of toast, and hash browns.
"Yeah, I know what happens when you get annoyed" he said, carefully knocking off the extremely hot food onto a plate, and flicking the kettle on at the same time, "you're a Bristow, you beat the hell out of whoever's annoying you, don't you think I know who you're family is?"
The front door slammed shut, and grunting could be heard from the hall, as Vaughn struggled with the case. "Hey Syd, what have you got in here, it weighs a ton!"
She remembered back to the few things she'd bought herself and Francie in New York.
"Ah, just a few extra's I bought in New York"
Weiss sniggered as he heard the struggle between man and woman continue a few feet away, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
The sounds from the hall stopped almost as quickly as they began and Vaughn gave up, just in time for Weiss to dish out some breakfast.
As the plate landed in front of her, Sydney just got her fork, and prodded what had been put in front of her, like a child prodding something that didn't seem right. The look on her face told it better than her actions did.
"Don't worry, its edible, I think" Weiss said, taking a bite out of his toast, carefully holding it in his mouth as he put his own plate on the table, followed by 3 cups of black coffee.
"It smells decent anyway" Sydney mused, as Weiss took another bite out of his toast, before sitting down, scowling at her for mocking his cooking skills. She just shot him an evil glance back, and all Vaughn could think to say was "Careful kids, we're not in kindergarten anymore"
The sentence drew an evil, but confused look from Sydney and a cackle of laughter from Weiss, as he sat down ready to eat himself.
As he looked around the at the others, slowly devouring their cooked breakfast, Vaughn savoured the moment; he was in a house, eating a pretty good breakfast, with his best mate and confidant, as well as a woman he cared deeply for, but knew that he could never have.
He smiled nonetheless.
Sydney looked up from her plate, noticing that something didn't feel quite right, and looking up, a tingle in the back of her mind, which would have probably been screaming at her if she didn't feel so lousy, told her that it wasn't. She looked round the room, not noticing anything astray, only to lock eyes with Vaughn a few seconds later.
Weiss noticed that the two had stopped eating, looking up concerned. What he saw was nearly enough to make him laugh out loud, but he kept a lid on it - the last thing he wanted was to alienate his best friend, and get beaten to death by Sydney Bristow.
Deciding his options, he swiftly kicked what he thought was Vaughn's shin, making a solid thwack of contact. Vaughn didn't seem to move, so Weiss leaned back and looked under the table; he'd hit the chair leg.
He looked up, disappointed at his attempts to bring them both back to the real world, only to see the pair still staring directly at each other, completely motionless.
Slowly, Weiss kept on eating, only stopping a minute later - he'd decided that his second option would have to be used.
"Ok" he said determinedly, pointing to the both of them with his fork "Seriously, you guys need to stop doing that, it's scary enough just being here, let alone in a room with the pair of you, and I hope you'll be able to focus for this mission, because I really don't want to go back to the US in a body bag."
His words had more of an effect that he wanted. As they broke off their little stare, Vaughn dropped his head and went a bright red, while Sydney watched, then shot an ice cold glance at Weiss, that would have taken his head clean off if looks could kill.
Picking up his empty plate, he took a swig of his coffee before putting them both in the sink. Peeking over his right shoulder, he could see both Sydney and Vaughn trying desperately not to look at each other; Sydney, eyeing the décor, while Vaughn was probably counting the floor tiles.
"Jesus, I hope I'm never that bad" Weiss said, under his breath as he rinsed his plate under the tap.
They must have heard him, because Sydney got up and announced that she wanted to get some sleep, before the mission was due to go ahead. Weiss directed her to the spare room, while Vaughn probably just smiled like he usually did.
When they heard the door shut, Michael shot up, ready to explode at his friend. "What the hell was that for?"
"Aw jebus Mike" he said, making a point of not turning to face his accuser, "you to looked as if you wanted to get it on right there and then"
He didn't get a response.
"You haven't told her about Alice, have you?"
Again, no response
Sighing, Weiss put the plate down, dried his hands, and smacked Vaughn around the head, hard.
"What the hell was that for!" he said, cringing at the blow.
"Just making sure you're still at home" Weiss replied, making sure to look directly at his friend, showing his concern. "I hope you two can keep your heads in the game" he said, throwing a hand towel to Vaughn, before dropping the plates and cutlery in front of him.
"I know I'm not the senior officer, but I am allowed to take over if I think that you're not thinking straight, and that's something I don't really wanna do." Weiss walked over to the door, "Just dry the plates and stick 'em away - I don't wanna give another lecture about 'emotional attachment' and you sure as hell don't wanna here another one, and so long as you keep your head in the game, I'll let you do your job, but if I have to, I will KO you and take over, even thought that's something neither of us want, clear?"
Vaughn felt like he'd been told off by a junior school teacher, wanting to reply with a sarcastic 'yes sir', but he could only manage a dutiful "Yeah"; he knew that his friend only wanted to protect him, even from himself, but he knew that Weiss would act on his threat if he thought he needed to.
Weiss nodded, in acknowledgement. "I'm gonna go get a paper or something, clear my head. Back later", his annoyance followed him, as the door shut with a loud slam, leaving a sulking Vaughn, in a house with a very angry Sydney.
He was between a rock, and a very hard place.