Author: and_so_it_begins
Rating - R (sex, language)
Spoilers/Timeline - End of Season One
Summary - Sydney and Vaughn are sent on a mission together
Disclaimer - Aint mine. Dammit. I'm 17 years old (16 when i wrote most of this). Dont sue me.
'Ship (if applicable) - Syd and her lovely Vaughn
Distribution - Protosun, SD-1, Allies, Cover Me,. You want it? Email me at angeloffspring@yahoo.com
SYD'S POV UNLESS INDICATED
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1
The rain trickles little patterns down my window; it seems to be all i can look at. I'm vaguely processing the idea that it was another bright and beautiful day just this morning, but, heck, this is LA, and anything can happen.
I'm getting hungry, and i contemplate whether to make something now, or wait until Francie gets home. Come to think of it, my minds been awhirl in all sorts of other places today, and i honestly cant say whether shes supposed to be late today or not.
Deciding to go for the selfish approach, i set about assessing todays dinner choices in the cupboard in the kitchen. However it would appear that there isnt a great deal of anything. Figures, and it kind of fits my mood. I pick up the phone, and rifle through the mountain of takeout menu's i have lying by the phone for occasions just such as this.
I've just settled on Mexican, when the phone rings in my hand. I jump, and i answer, but silence greets me on the other end. 'Hello?'
'Joey's Pizza?'
I groan, this was NOT what i was wanting right about now. 'No, wrong number.'
I hang up, and i think i remember having tipped Vaughn off about a mission SD-6 was planning on sending me on, but, to be honest, i just dont seem to be in the mood for anything.
Grumbling, i exit in time to find Francie outside the front door. I murmer that the bank needs me, and i leave to the sound of her insisting that 'That damn place works you too hard'
Got to say, i agree.
**
Driving to the warehouse, i vaguely wonder which tie Vaughn will be wearing tonight. Funy thing about him, no matter what, he always seems to be impeccable. And me? I'm wearing normal stuff, jeans, tshirt, and i suddenly feel underdressed. Call me a fool, but some part of me always likes to look nice for him. I know its not arrogance, he does *like* me.
But, of course, i'm not allowed to go there. He's just my 'handler'. Despite the oh so pleasant connotations that that word would traditionally arouse in me, today i just cant seem to be bothered. its one of the really annoying kinds of blue moods, where you just dont have a clue.
Pulling up outside, i look around, force of habit, to check SD-6 hasnt sent anyone to watch me. Sometimes they do that. i remember once in training, i was out at a bar with Francie, and i broke a guy's jaw for following me. Simpler times then.
I walk inside, and i can see his figure examining something on one of the racks against the wall. I;ve never been there long enough to determine what's actually in there myself. 'Vaughn?'
He spins around, but smiles at me nonplussed. 'Sydney'
'So, what's up?'
'Ok, well, we recieved your Intel for this mission to London and our guys put together a countermission for you. You'll be there alone right?'
'Hmm? Oh, yeah, Dixon has the week off, and it shouldnt be too difficult'
'Ok, well, um, this is kinda designed for two, and, well...'
'So... you'll be?'
'Yeah. i mean, unless you want somebody else'
'No, no, that'll be fine'
I take a chair sitting near Vaughn, who's was perched on the end of a table and he lays out the mission. They would visit the estate of a Jonathon Irwin and pose as a wealthy couple at a party in his home, and then they would remove a crucial disk from his vault.
When he was finished, Vaughn lookes over at me, and tilts his head 'You ok, you seem a little distracted?'
'Nah, i'm fine. See you in London on Monday, ok?'
'Bye'
Something occurs to me and i turn around 'We have to be married right?'
'Yes. That a problem?'
'No'
**
i have to be married to Vaughn? the excessive possiblities were running through my head, and part of me likes it. I get home and eat with Francie and Will, and excuse myself to go to bed. I need to sleep at least 8 hours a night, and i've got a long flight tomorrow.
Something tells me this is gonna be a wierd few days
Rating - R (sex, language)
Spoilers/Timeline - End of Season One
Summary - Sydney and Vaughn are sent on a mission together
Disclaimer - Aint mine. Dammit. I'm 17 years old (16 when i wrote most of this). Dont sue me.
'Ship (if applicable) - Syd and her lovely Vaughn
Distribution - Protosun, SD-1, Allies, Cover Me,. You want it? Email me at angeloffspring@yahoo.com
SYD'S POV UNLESS INDICATED
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
1
The rain trickles little patterns down my window; it seems to be all i can look at. I'm vaguely processing the idea that it was another bright and beautiful day just this morning, but, heck, this is LA, and anything can happen.
I'm getting hungry, and i contemplate whether to make something now, or wait until Francie gets home. Come to think of it, my minds been awhirl in all sorts of other places today, and i honestly cant say whether shes supposed to be late today or not.
Deciding to go for the selfish approach, i set about assessing todays dinner choices in the cupboard in the kitchen. However it would appear that there isnt a great deal of anything. Figures, and it kind of fits my mood. I pick up the phone, and rifle through the mountain of takeout menu's i have lying by the phone for occasions just such as this.
I've just settled on Mexican, when the phone rings in my hand. I jump, and i answer, but silence greets me on the other end. 'Hello?'
'Joey's Pizza?'
I groan, this was NOT what i was wanting right about now. 'No, wrong number.'
I hang up, and i think i remember having tipped Vaughn off about a mission SD-6 was planning on sending me on, but, to be honest, i just dont seem to be in the mood for anything.
Grumbling, i exit in time to find Francie outside the front door. I murmer that the bank needs me, and i leave to the sound of her insisting that 'That damn place works you too hard'
Got to say, i agree.
**
Driving to the warehouse, i vaguely wonder which tie Vaughn will be wearing tonight. Funy thing about him, no matter what, he always seems to be impeccable. And me? I'm wearing normal stuff, jeans, tshirt, and i suddenly feel underdressed. Call me a fool, but some part of me always likes to look nice for him. I know its not arrogance, he does *like* me.
But, of course, i'm not allowed to go there. He's just my 'handler'. Despite the oh so pleasant connotations that that word would traditionally arouse in me, today i just cant seem to be bothered. its one of the really annoying kinds of blue moods, where you just dont have a clue.
Pulling up outside, i look around, force of habit, to check SD-6 hasnt sent anyone to watch me. Sometimes they do that. i remember once in training, i was out at a bar with Francie, and i broke a guy's jaw for following me. Simpler times then.
I walk inside, and i can see his figure examining something on one of the racks against the wall. I;ve never been there long enough to determine what's actually in there myself. 'Vaughn?'
He spins around, but smiles at me nonplussed. 'Sydney'
'So, what's up?'
'Ok, well, we recieved your Intel for this mission to London and our guys put together a countermission for you. You'll be there alone right?'
'Hmm? Oh, yeah, Dixon has the week off, and it shouldnt be too difficult'
'Ok, well, um, this is kinda designed for two, and, well...'
'So... you'll be?'
'Yeah. i mean, unless you want somebody else'
'No, no, that'll be fine'
I take a chair sitting near Vaughn, who's was perched on the end of a table and he lays out the mission. They would visit the estate of a Jonathon Irwin and pose as a wealthy couple at a party in his home, and then they would remove a crucial disk from his vault.
When he was finished, Vaughn lookes over at me, and tilts his head 'You ok, you seem a little distracted?'
'Nah, i'm fine. See you in London on Monday, ok?'
'Bye'
Something occurs to me and i turn around 'We have to be married right?'
'Yes. That a problem?'
'No'
**
i have to be married to Vaughn? the excessive possiblities were running through my head, and part of me likes it. I get home and eat with Francie and Will, and excuse myself to go to bed. I need to sleep at least 8 hours a night, and i've got a long flight tomorrow.
Something tells me this is gonna be a wierd few days
