Title: Angels & Demons (and yes I know I stole the title from Dan Brown, I
like to think
of it as a tribute to his greatness.)
Time Frame: Post Sydney's disappearance, with a few minor details from Season #
Summary: What if Julia Thorne and Vaughn had ever met...Fic about what could have happened after Sydney went missing.
Disclaimer: None of it's mine. JJ is brilliant, all bow before the Alias god.
Read and Respond, I beg of you! Hope ya'll like it!
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"Is this all, Sir?" The liquor clerk's query brought Vaughn back from his longing gaze into the freezer section.
"Um, Yeah." He said, quickly glancing over her purchases. It was a scorcher in California, 101 degrees and rising. The clerk placed the cold can of ginger ale, and six pack of Heineken in a bag. After Vaughn absent mindedly handed the clerk his credit card, he glanced out the widow into the heat of the summer day. He had definitely chosen the wrong day to drive out to Santa Barbra, and the freezer looked intensely tempting.
"Have a nice day." The clerk half grunted handing Vaughn his bag.
"Thanks a lot." Vaughn said slowly pushing through the door.
He set the bag in the front seat as he slid in to the car. In the five minutes he'd been in the store, the leather seats had already become sticky with the heat. He turned the key and was instantly bombarded with a steady jet of hot air. Vaughn squeezed the shifter and the wheel tightly as he peeled out of the parking lot; trying to physically keep himself from running head first back into the store's freezer.
It was hard enough going to where he was headed. The heat just had to go ahead and make everything that much worse. As if he didn't have enough reasons to hate Mother Nature already.
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'If the bastard would just call already...' She thought to herself. She felt like a fool, just waiting there. She hated having to wait for other people. She never even wanted to be in this position in the first place. It was his idea to call her here; she had wanted no part of it. But she'd obeyed. She always did.
After all she'd done for them, they seemed to still have such little respect for her. Maybe it was because she was a woman, or maybe because she was beautiful and intimidating; she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that she'd worked too long and too hard to be treated this way. She was one of the best agents they had. They made her that way.
She laughed thinking of the entire situation. How they still seemed to patronize her in this way, was far too demeaning; even for them. The most hilarious part of the whole ordeal was that she had their number, and they had no idea. It was the only reason she kept up the whole façade. She knew that someday she'd be the one with the power, and they'd be waiting on her.
The blonde stood in a phone booth, on a street corner in London, laughing to herself ever so discreetly. She waited patiently, watching each person as the walked by without so much as a glance. She was good and remaining unnoticed. Her life depended on it.
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His cell phone rang impatiently on the bed, where he'd placed it. It was the call he'd been waiting for, he just wasn't expecting it so soon. He set down his razor, and walked swiftly out of the bathroom and grabbed the phone. He was clad in a white undershirt and boxers, still in the process of getting ready for work.
He flipped open the phone and pressed it to his ear. He said nothing but listened intently. The caller waited a few moments and then spoke. "Buzz me up." She said softly, hanging up immediately. Jack nearly dropped the phone. He'd been expecting her call, waiting quite impatiently for it. But this, he never could have imagined in a million years. He quickly grabbed the slacks and shirt which we laid out on the bed and pulled them on quickly as he made his way to the door.
He pressed the button near the door, which made a buzzing sound indicating the door downstairs had been unlocked. He then looked out the peep hole. When assured that there was no one in the hallway he unlocked the dead bolt and pulled the door open.
She was just reaching the top of the stairs now; dressed all in black, wearing large sunglasses and a baseball hat. He smiled. She would have looked conspicuous, to say the least, if they hadn't been in LA, where any number of celebrities wore almost identical outfits to hide from the press and fans. There was just one problem, she was wearing a Boston Red Sox's hat, which in Dodger territory was sure to stick out.
"Been to Boston lately?" He joked as she took the final stair and smiled at him.
"I bought it from a boy at the airport." She said, smiling widely.
"I don't have to tell you how big of a risk it is that you're here." He said, his smile slowly being replaced by a serious scowl.
She stepped toward him, until they were almost touching. "No risk is too great for our daughter." She said as he swept her up into a tight and loving embrace.
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Time Frame: Post Sydney's disappearance, with a few minor details from Season #
Summary: What if Julia Thorne and Vaughn had ever met...Fic about what could have happened after Sydney went missing.
Disclaimer: None of it's mine. JJ is brilliant, all bow before the Alias god.
Read and Respond, I beg of you! Hope ya'll like it!
***************************************************************
"Is this all, Sir?" The liquor clerk's query brought Vaughn back from his longing gaze into the freezer section.
"Um, Yeah." He said, quickly glancing over her purchases. It was a scorcher in California, 101 degrees and rising. The clerk placed the cold can of ginger ale, and six pack of Heineken in a bag. After Vaughn absent mindedly handed the clerk his credit card, he glanced out the widow into the heat of the summer day. He had definitely chosen the wrong day to drive out to Santa Barbra, and the freezer looked intensely tempting.
"Have a nice day." The clerk half grunted handing Vaughn his bag.
"Thanks a lot." Vaughn said slowly pushing through the door.
He set the bag in the front seat as he slid in to the car. In the five minutes he'd been in the store, the leather seats had already become sticky with the heat. He turned the key and was instantly bombarded with a steady jet of hot air. Vaughn squeezed the shifter and the wheel tightly as he peeled out of the parking lot; trying to physically keep himself from running head first back into the store's freezer.
It was hard enough going to where he was headed. The heat just had to go ahead and make everything that much worse. As if he didn't have enough reasons to hate Mother Nature already.
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'If the bastard would just call already...' She thought to herself. She felt like a fool, just waiting there. She hated having to wait for other people. She never even wanted to be in this position in the first place. It was his idea to call her here; she had wanted no part of it. But she'd obeyed. She always did.
After all she'd done for them, they seemed to still have such little respect for her. Maybe it was because she was a woman, or maybe because she was beautiful and intimidating; she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that she'd worked too long and too hard to be treated this way. She was one of the best agents they had. They made her that way.
She laughed thinking of the entire situation. How they still seemed to patronize her in this way, was far too demeaning; even for them. The most hilarious part of the whole ordeal was that she had their number, and they had no idea. It was the only reason she kept up the whole façade. She knew that someday she'd be the one with the power, and they'd be waiting on her.
The blonde stood in a phone booth, on a street corner in London, laughing to herself ever so discreetly. She waited patiently, watching each person as the walked by without so much as a glance. She was good and remaining unnoticed. Her life depended on it.
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His cell phone rang impatiently on the bed, where he'd placed it. It was the call he'd been waiting for, he just wasn't expecting it so soon. He set down his razor, and walked swiftly out of the bathroom and grabbed the phone. He was clad in a white undershirt and boxers, still in the process of getting ready for work.
He flipped open the phone and pressed it to his ear. He said nothing but listened intently. The caller waited a few moments and then spoke. "Buzz me up." She said softly, hanging up immediately. Jack nearly dropped the phone. He'd been expecting her call, waiting quite impatiently for it. But this, he never could have imagined in a million years. He quickly grabbed the slacks and shirt which we laid out on the bed and pulled them on quickly as he made his way to the door.
He pressed the button near the door, which made a buzzing sound indicating the door downstairs had been unlocked. He then looked out the peep hole. When assured that there was no one in the hallway he unlocked the dead bolt and pulled the door open.
She was just reaching the top of the stairs now; dressed all in black, wearing large sunglasses and a baseball hat. He smiled. She would have looked conspicuous, to say the least, if they hadn't been in LA, where any number of celebrities wore almost identical outfits to hide from the press and fans. There was just one problem, she was wearing a Boston Red Sox's hat, which in Dodger territory was sure to stick out.
"Been to Boston lately?" He joked as she took the final stair and smiled at him.
"I bought it from a boy at the airport." She said, smiling widely.
"I don't have to tell you how big of a risk it is that you're here." He said, his smile slowly being replaced by a serious scowl.
She stepped toward him, until they were almost touching. "No risk is too great for our daughter." She said as he swept her up into a tight and loving embrace.
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