A/N - I'm completely neutral on the Sydney/Vaughn relationship. I watch
Alias solely for Jack.
The conclusion of this story in no way reflects what I want to see happen with the S/V ship. It's just a natural progression of this particular story.
Chapter 4
Nine days after having been sent to Austria, Sydney was at her desk putting the final touches on her report. Vaughn approached her to see if she needed any help.
"No, Michael, I just finished. I'm headed to Dixon's office to deliver this to him."
"Great, I'll walk over there with you, if you don't mind."
"No, no at all," Sydney told him.
When they arrived at Dixon's office, Director Dixon was just leaving his office on his way to a meeting. He accepted the report from Sydney and Vaughn and took it with him to his meeting.
As Sydney and Vaughn started to head back to their workstations, Jack Bristow and Brent Wickliff approached them.
"Wick? Is that you?" Sydney asked, obviously pleased to see him.
"Sydney!" Brent said, as he approached and gave her a hug. "It's so good to see you. I couldn't believe it when I heard you were back. You look great."
"You mean for someone back from the dead?" she asked, teasingly.
"No, I just mean you look great," he said, with a smile.
Before he could say anymore, Vaughn broke in with his own greeting. "Nice to see you, Wick," he said, as he offered him his hand.
"Hey, Vaughn. Sorry, I didn't see you there," Brent said, as he returned the handshake. "I heard you got married. Congratulations."
"Thanks," Vaughn replied.
Brent then turned his attention back to Sydney and said, "Wow, Sydney, you look great."
Feeling a little embarrassed by the attention she was getting, Sydney pointed out, "You already said that."
"Did I? Well, it's true. Isn't Vaughn?"
"Yea," Vaughn answered. He then glanced at Jack and decided to change the subject. "So what brings you here? If I remember right, you were out in D.C."
"I was, but I heard there was an opening out here and I applied for it. A week later, I'm on a plane. Did you ever see the CIA move so fast, before?"
Looking suspiciously at Jack, Vaughn said, "No, that's unusual. I didn't realize we had any openings here."
Now it was Jack's turn to change the subject. He told Sydney, "Sydney, Brent and I just made dinner plans. Would you like to join us?"
Sydney was surprised that her father made a dinner date with another agent. She had never known him to do so.
Vaughn was also surprised to hear that Jack made dinner plans with an agent. In all the years that he's known him he has not once seen Jack share lunch with an agent, let alone go out to dinner with one.
Before Sydney had a chance to accept or decline the invitation, Brent pleaded with her, "That would be great. How 'bout it? You think you could join us?"
Having no reason not to, Sydney said, "Sure. I don't have any plans for dinner."
"Great," Jack said. "Then I'll see the two of you around five-thirty?"
Jack then spoke to Vaughn, for the first time. "Vaughn, I need to talk to you in my office, about your next assignment."
"Alright," Vaughn answered him, without making any attempt to follow.
Jack turned and said, "Vaughn, are you coming?"
"Yea," Vaughn said, as he said good-bye to Brent and Sydney.
At five-thirty Brent came by Sydney's desk. "Are you ready?" he asked her.
"Sure, Wick. Just let me ring my Dad and we can go," she said, as she picked up her phone to call her father's extension.
"Wait, Sydney," he said, before she had a chance to dial. He was actually surprised that she didn't know that her father was not joining them for dinner. "Jack's gone. He said he had a last minute meeting and wouldn't be able to join us."
"Oh?" she said, more confused than surprised.
Realizing Sydney hadn't been told about the change in plans, he told her, "If you don't want to..."
"No, Wick, don't be silly. I'm just surprised that he didn't tell me he wouldn't be joining us." Sydney then picked up her jacket. As Brent helped her put it on, she asked him, "Where would you like to go?"
"Well, Jack said he made reservations at Ryder's on the Water. He said it's a new restaurant on the coastline."
"That's were he made reservations?" This time there was no hiding the surprise in her reaction.
"That's what he said, I've got the address right here," Brent said as he reached into his pocket to pull out the directions Jack had given him. Then looking at Sydney, he asked, "Why are you smiling like that?"
Her smile became broader, as she slowly shook her head. She informed him, "Wick, I think we've just been set up."
Confused by what she was talking about, he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Ryder's is a night club."
Everything was getting clearer for Brent, also. "Are you telling me that Jack's playing matchmaker?" he asked Sydney.
Nodding her head in confirmation, she told him, "As hard as that is to believe, I think he is."
Then concerned that Brent would take offense to her father's manipulations, she offered him a way out. "Listen, we don't have to go, if you don't want to. I'll talk to my father tomorrow and tell him his little scheme didn't work."
Sounding disappointed that their evening would be cancelled, he told her, "Listen, don't tell your dad this, but I was glad to hear him canceling out. I want to go out with you, unless you want to cancel?"
"No, Wick. I don't want to cancel," she said, as she wrapped her arm around his and they headed for a night of fine food, dance and a new friendship.
4/4
A/N - All you S/V shippers, feel free to tell me you didn't like the ending. I can take it.
The conclusion of this story in no way reflects what I want to see happen with the S/V ship. It's just a natural progression of this particular story.
Chapter 4
Nine days after having been sent to Austria, Sydney was at her desk putting the final touches on her report. Vaughn approached her to see if she needed any help.
"No, Michael, I just finished. I'm headed to Dixon's office to deliver this to him."
"Great, I'll walk over there with you, if you don't mind."
"No, no at all," Sydney told him.
When they arrived at Dixon's office, Director Dixon was just leaving his office on his way to a meeting. He accepted the report from Sydney and Vaughn and took it with him to his meeting.
As Sydney and Vaughn started to head back to their workstations, Jack Bristow and Brent Wickliff approached them.
"Wick? Is that you?" Sydney asked, obviously pleased to see him.
"Sydney!" Brent said, as he approached and gave her a hug. "It's so good to see you. I couldn't believe it when I heard you were back. You look great."
"You mean for someone back from the dead?" she asked, teasingly.
"No, I just mean you look great," he said, with a smile.
Before he could say anymore, Vaughn broke in with his own greeting. "Nice to see you, Wick," he said, as he offered him his hand.
"Hey, Vaughn. Sorry, I didn't see you there," Brent said, as he returned the handshake. "I heard you got married. Congratulations."
"Thanks," Vaughn replied.
Brent then turned his attention back to Sydney and said, "Wow, Sydney, you look great."
Feeling a little embarrassed by the attention she was getting, Sydney pointed out, "You already said that."
"Did I? Well, it's true. Isn't Vaughn?"
"Yea," Vaughn answered. He then glanced at Jack and decided to change the subject. "So what brings you here? If I remember right, you were out in D.C."
"I was, but I heard there was an opening out here and I applied for it. A week later, I'm on a plane. Did you ever see the CIA move so fast, before?"
Looking suspiciously at Jack, Vaughn said, "No, that's unusual. I didn't realize we had any openings here."
Now it was Jack's turn to change the subject. He told Sydney, "Sydney, Brent and I just made dinner plans. Would you like to join us?"
Sydney was surprised that her father made a dinner date with another agent. She had never known him to do so.
Vaughn was also surprised to hear that Jack made dinner plans with an agent. In all the years that he's known him he has not once seen Jack share lunch with an agent, let alone go out to dinner with one.
Before Sydney had a chance to accept or decline the invitation, Brent pleaded with her, "That would be great. How 'bout it? You think you could join us?"
Having no reason not to, Sydney said, "Sure. I don't have any plans for dinner."
"Great," Jack said. "Then I'll see the two of you around five-thirty?"
Jack then spoke to Vaughn, for the first time. "Vaughn, I need to talk to you in my office, about your next assignment."
"Alright," Vaughn answered him, without making any attempt to follow.
Jack turned and said, "Vaughn, are you coming?"
"Yea," Vaughn said, as he said good-bye to Brent and Sydney.
At five-thirty Brent came by Sydney's desk. "Are you ready?" he asked her.
"Sure, Wick. Just let me ring my Dad and we can go," she said, as she picked up her phone to call her father's extension.
"Wait, Sydney," he said, before she had a chance to dial. He was actually surprised that she didn't know that her father was not joining them for dinner. "Jack's gone. He said he had a last minute meeting and wouldn't be able to join us."
"Oh?" she said, more confused than surprised.
Realizing Sydney hadn't been told about the change in plans, he told her, "If you don't want to..."
"No, Wick, don't be silly. I'm just surprised that he didn't tell me he wouldn't be joining us." Sydney then picked up her jacket. As Brent helped her put it on, she asked him, "Where would you like to go?"
"Well, Jack said he made reservations at Ryder's on the Water. He said it's a new restaurant on the coastline."
"That's were he made reservations?" This time there was no hiding the surprise in her reaction.
"That's what he said, I've got the address right here," Brent said as he reached into his pocket to pull out the directions Jack had given him. Then looking at Sydney, he asked, "Why are you smiling like that?"
Her smile became broader, as she slowly shook her head. She informed him, "Wick, I think we've just been set up."
Confused by what she was talking about, he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Ryder's is a night club."
Everything was getting clearer for Brent, also. "Are you telling me that Jack's playing matchmaker?" he asked Sydney.
Nodding her head in confirmation, she told him, "As hard as that is to believe, I think he is."
Then concerned that Brent would take offense to her father's manipulations, she offered him a way out. "Listen, we don't have to go, if you don't want to. I'll talk to my father tomorrow and tell him his little scheme didn't work."
Sounding disappointed that their evening would be cancelled, he told her, "Listen, don't tell your dad this, but I was glad to hear him canceling out. I want to go out with you, unless you want to cancel?"
"No, Wick. I don't want to cancel," she said, as she wrapped her arm around his and they headed for a night of fine food, dance and a new friendship.
4/4
A/N - All you S/V shippers, feel free to tell me you didn't like the ending. I can take it.