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*'Oh wow!'* she thought, staring at his graceful body for a second before she looked up, "Sydney Bristow."
He nodded, "I know who you are."
But inside he was looking at her, trying to gauge her personality, and he had to agree with his earlier assumption, she looked like the spoiled princess he had assumed she might be.
Silently he gave himself a pat on the back for another successful crack at someone's personality.
"So I assume that your father told you why he hired me?" Vaughn questioned, getting back to business.
Sydney nodded, "Apparently someone's been basically stalking me, and is using me as leverage to get something from my father."
And she was right, that was basically the condensed version of the story.
"So what class do you have first?" he asked.
She looked him up and down, luckily he had dressed in street clothes -- a pair of faded baggy jeans and a hoody, so he would fit in with the general crowd mulling around the campus, but she knew somewhere he had a gun, but scanning his body, she couldn't seem to figure out where.
"I have film class," she answered positively, it was after all her favorite class, and as he quirked an eyebrow she explained, "Basically we watch movies and critique them -- last week we watched A Bug's Life -- I love that movie."
The look on her face was almost whimsical, and at that moment she looked like the 20-year-old she really was, and not the more mature person she normally cast herself off as.
*'Stop thinking about that Vaughn,*' he scolded himself, *'You're here for business and business only -- and you're getting paid damn good money to keep her safe too.'*
"So we're off to film class," he announced, heading to the left, then pausing, "Lead the way."
She showed him the way to class, but something was nagging her, "What are you going to do when I'm in class? Guard the door or something?"
"No," he shrugged, "Your father asked me to sit in classes with you, make myself seem like a typical new student so suspicions don't arise."
"Okay," she said, stopping in front of a classroom, "This is it."
She led the way into the classroom and spotted Francie sitting where they normally sat.
"Syd!" she called, waving frantically, and Sydney waved back.
"Who's that?" Vaughn whispered in her ear, not knowing the tingles he was sending shooting up her spine, or that the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"My best friend Francie Calfo," Sydney answered, "She's harmless."
He nodded, and continued to follow her down until they reached the row where Francie was sitting, and Sydney sat next to her, Vaughn taking the chair next to Sydney.
Francie smiled and leaned over to whisper something in Sydney's ear, eyeing Vaughn, "Who's the hottie?"
Sydney pleaded with Francie with her eyes as she whispered through clenched teeth, "I'll explain the whole story later. For now, just go with it."
She smiled slightly and nodded before the professor started class.
On today's agenda was Romeo and Juliet.
Michael seemed to enjoy himself, even joining in on the discussion at one point, debating whether or not Romeo and Juliet were true soul mates -- someone claiming that obviously they didn't love each other enough.
But Michael immediately spoke up, "They only explanation is that they are true soul mates, I mean, come on, they loved each other enough to defy their parents' wishes of staying away from each other under Juliet's parents' roof."
The kid came back to say that in order to be considered soul mates they had to overcome obstacles together.
"But they did overcome obstacles!" Michael argued, "They overcame the hate of their families, they didn't care about that, they only loved each other. They loved each other enough to kill themselves so they could be together, it was the only way they would be together without their parents having a say in the matter."
Before the kid could come back with another argument to counter Michael's, the professor, holding his hand up in the air, called, "Okay class, that's enough of a discussion for today. On Friday we'll be watching "O". So be prepared for that discussion. And you two," he pointed to Michael and the other kid who had been in the discussion, "You both brought up valid and excellent points today, be ready for Friday. Dismissed."
Francie, Sydney and Michael walked out together, and Francie turned to Sydney, "Syd you want to go out to lunch before English Lit?"
Sydney nodded, "That sounds wonderful. Same place?"
"Yep," Francie confirmed, "I'll meet you there in like a half hour."
"Okay, Michael come on," Sydney called, dragging him away and towards the parking lot, "You want to drive, or do you want me to?"
"I'll drive," Michael offered, and led her to his black, government-issued car.
'Too bad,' Francie thought disappointedly, 'I was hoping he wouldn't come so I could get the 411 on him.'
As they were driving to the small cafe Sydney and Francie frequented at least once a week, she couldn't help but let a slow grin creep across her face.
He looked at her, a simultaneous grin spreading across his face at that same look on hers, "What are you grinning about?"
"You," she answered, the grin growing wider, "You seemed like you fit in in film class, like you had been there since the beginning of the semester."
"It was fun," he confessed, "Especially the look on that kid's face when I kept arguing with him -- like he didn't expect anyone to argue with him."
She scrunched up her face in disgust, and he caught it, "What was that look about?"
"I hate that kid -- Seth Goodwin -- and the reason he probably looked shocked that you were arguing with him is because no one ever argues with him," she explained, "Or he'll just go on and on until he proves his point."
"I gathered that," he laughed, "But I dare him to try it again -- he's never dealt with Michael Vaughn before."
TBC...
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[2]
*'Oh wow!'* she thought, staring at his graceful body for a second before she looked up, "Sydney Bristow."
He nodded, "I know who you are."
But inside he was looking at her, trying to gauge her personality, and he had to agree with his earlier assumption, she looked like the spoiled princess he had assumed she might be.
Silently he gave himself a pat on the back for another successful crack at someone's personality.
"So I assume that your father told you why he hired me?" Vaughn questioned, getting back to business.
Sydney nodded, "Apparently someone's been basically stalking me, and is using me as leverage to get something from my father."
And she was right, that was basically the condensed version of the story.
"So what class do you have first?" he asked.
She looked him up and down, luckily he had dressed in street clothes -- a pair of faded baggy jeans and a hoody, so he would fit in with the general crowd mulling around the campus, but she knew somewhere he had a gun, but scanning his body, she couldn't seem to figure out where.
"I have film class," she answered positively, it was after all her favorite class, and as he quirked an eyebrow she explained, "Basically we watch movies and critique them -- last week we watched A Bug's Life -- I love that movie."
The look on her face was almost whimsical, and at that moment she looked like the 20-year-old she really was, and not the more mature person she normally cast herself off as.
*'Stop thinking about that Vaughn,*' he scolded himself, *'You're here for business and business only -- and you're getting paid damn good money to keep her safe too.'*
"So we're off to film class," he announced, heading to the left, then pausing, "Lead the way."
She showed him the way to class, but something was nagging her, "What are you going to do when I'm in class? Guard the door or something?"
"No," he shrugged, "Your father asked me to sit in classes with you, make myself seem like a typical new student so suspicions don't arise."
"Okay," she said, stopping in front of a classroom, "This is it."
She led the way into the classroom and spotted Francie sitting where they normally sat.
"Syd!" she called, waving frantically, and Sydney waved back.
"Who's that?" Vaughn whispered in her ear, not knowing the tingles he was sending shooting up her spine, or that the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"My best friend Francie Calfo," Sydney answered, "She's harmless."
He nodded, and continued to follow her down until they reached the row where Francie was sitting, and Sydney sat next to her, Vaughn taking the chair next to Sydney.
Francie smiled and leaned over to whisper something in Sydney's ear, eyeing Vaughn, "Who's the hottie?"
Sydney pleaded with Francie with her eyes as she whispered through clenched teeth, "I'll explain the whole story later. For now, just go with it."
She smiled slightly and nodded before the professor started class.
On today's agenda was Romeo and Juliet.
Michael seemed to enjoy himself, even joining in on the discussion at one point, debating whether or not Romeo and Juliet were true soul mates -- someone claiming that obviously they didn't love each other enough.
But Michael immediately spoke up, "They only explanation is that they are true soul mates, I mean, come on, they loved each other enough to defy their parents' wishes of staying away from each other under Juliet's parents' roof."
The kid came back to say that in order to be considered soul mates they had to overcome obstacles together.
"But they did overcome obstacles!" Michael argued, "They overcame the hate of their families, they didn't care about that, they only loved each other. They loved each other enough to kill themselves so they could be together, it was the only way they would be together without their parents having a say in the matter."
Before the kid could come back with another argument to counter Michael's, the professor, holding his hand up in the air, called, "Okay class, that's enough of a discussion for today. On Friday we'll be watching "O". So be prepared for that discussion. And you two," he pointed to Michael and the other kid who had been in the discussion, "You both brought up valid and excellent points today, be ready for Friday. Dismissed."
Francie, Sydney and Michael walked out together, and Francie turned to Sydney, "Syd you want to go out to lunch before English Lit?"
Sydney nodded, "That sounds wonderful. Same place?"
"Yep," Francie confirmed, "I'll meet you there in like a half hour."
"Okay, Michael come on," Sydney called, dragging him away and towards the parking lot, "You want to drive, or do you want me to?"
"I'll drive," Michael offered, and led her to his black, government-issued car.
'Too bad,' Francie thought disappointedly, 'I was hoping he wouldn't come so I could get the 411 on him.'
As they were driving to the small cafe Sydney and Francie frequented at least once a week, she couldn't help but let a slow grin creep across her face.
He looked at her, a simultaneous grin spreading across his face at that same look on hers, "What are you grinning about?"
"You," she answered, the grin growing wider, "You seemed like you fit in in film class, like you had been there since the beginning of the semester."
"It was fun," he confessed, "Especially the look on that kid's face when I kept arguing with him -- like he didn't expect anyone to argue with him."
She scrunched up her face in disgust, and he caught it, "What was that look about?"
"I hate that kid -- Seth Goodwin -- and the reason he probably looked shocked that you were arguing with him is because no one ever argues with him," she explained, "Or he'll just go on and on until he proves his point."
"I gathered that," he laughed, "But I dare him to try it again -- he's never dealt with Michael Vaughn before."
TBC...
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