Title: Captured Moments

Author: Kira [kira at sd-1 dot com]

Genre: S/V Fluff

Rating: PG

Summary: Captured moments from daily life

Author's Note: These started as small drabbles to keep my fans happy while I finished my longer fic, Chronic Vertigo and grew into Fluff Pills to be read post-episode to cope with the triangle. It's a series, each one short and stand-alone. Timeline: Between Phase One and The Telling, just randomly in there, as we didn't see every moment of their short time together. Captured Moments: Lost

I'm so lost.

I'm that kind of lost that everyone fears and some freak out over. Left could be right, right left, north could be, at this moment, conceivably south. This doesn't help in the least when it comes to following directions that are practically written completely in points of the compass rose. Now, if the sun was out, I might be able to drudge up some ancient knowledge passed onto me by the short 3 meeting's worth directional navigation and technical failure seminar I went to (but we all know how useful those are). And if LA wasn't so blanketed in the thickness of smog, I might be able to navigate via the stars.

Well, if I had a convertible, at least.

"You're lost, aren't you?" Sydney's voice piped up from the back seat where she lay, her legs stretched out across the bench seat.

Yes, I'm completely and utterly lost. "No, not at all."

"Why is it that men can never admit when they don't know where they are?" Her head was between the seats now, almost leaning on my shoulder. Oh, don't do that now. I'm trying to think here.

"What? No, we can. It's just, at the moment, we're not."

"Okay, so how long until we get there?"

"A little bit?" I tried to hide the question with a layer of certainty, but I must not be that certain, because she's now climbing over the seat, falling in next to me in a tumble of long slender limbs….

Think!

"Do you know," she says, looking straight at me, "what will happen if we're late?"

Yes, Sydney, I'm well aware of what fate awaits me if I arrive late. I'm very aware. So aware that I think I'm actually perspiring here. Thank God it's dark, or else you would also know how aware I am.

I'm very aware.

Except for the surroundings part. I'm not aware of my surroundings at all.

I'm so not aware of my surroundings that I just ran a red light. I'm assuming, since I can't take my eyes off the road, that surge of adrenaline that accompanies the running of a red light keeping me focused on driving now, that Syd's face is matching that light now.

"Vaughn! That's it. Where. Are. We."

I'm going to die. Die and be left here at the side of the road somewhere – God knows where, killed by a seatbelt and a woman's purse. Noncommittal. Noncommittal!

So I shrugged.

Normal people wouldn't have seen that, but my girlfriend's a super spy. A hand reaches out and grabs the wheel, sending the car head-first into traffic before I apply the breaks at just the right moment and we stop nicely at the side of the road. See, we make an awesome team. Look at how I avoided death. And no handbag was included in that attempt.

She points out the window. "Go ask."

"No way!" That's like….a walk of shame. Or something like that. I can't go in there! I can't!

"You'll never see them again. Just go ask where Rose St. is."

"That's not the point!" I yell. "That's….don't ask me to go in there." I think my forceful tone just went into whining. Damn. I'm going to loose, aren't I. And I'm supposed to be the one in control here!

"Go!"

I'm so whipped.