Vaughn and Sark:

The Morning After

Julian's eyes flutter open and smile as his eyes fall upon Micheal's sleeping body. He smirks to himself thinking upon the night before and the ones past. They had been rivals for so long that they could've been lovers sooner. He knew that Michael had to tell Sydney about their being together all the time behind her back. It panged him to think of the look on her pretty face. He had never seen her smile much so it wouldn't be much of a change he supposed.

When it comes to matters of the heart, Julian didn't have the greatest luck with love. Micheal seems to be the one he's looked for all his life. They're complete opposites, but he and Micheal make it work.

Julian smiles and leans over to kiss Micheal's cheek. Micheal stirs some and his eyes slowly open. He smiles up at Julian. Michael slides his stubly face along Julian's and their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

"That was marvelous last night, Michael." Julian commented as their lips parted ways. "Best so far I'd have to say. Next time we should rendevous at a place that isn't so. . .obvious. Like the opera or something."

"Less obvious huh?" Michael asked as he runs his fingers through Julian's hair. "I don't do the opera. Maybe we should go to an ice rink or something. Y'know, just skate around and have fun."

"I don't skate Michael, besides, how would it look if you took me to all the places you too Sydney?"

Micheal took his hand away from Julian's hair. "Don't bring her into this, okay? It's bad enough that she doesn't know yet--"

"You need to talk with her. I grow impatient about having to being all incognito with you. I am growing to love our time together..."

"So am I. . .it's just complicated, Julian."

Late that day, Micheal walks into APO with a determined look on his face. Sydney stood by his desk with a stern look on her face. He frowns at seeing her. "Something wrong," he asked Sydney.

Sydney nods. "Yeah, where were you last night? I thought we were gonna have a nice dinner with my sister and Weiss, but you never showed."

"I am sorry, I forgot. Something came up that I couldn't ignore." Like my dick, Vaughn thought bitterly.

"Well you could've called."

"My service was down, or else I would have."

"So what was more important than me?"

"It's classified."

"Fine, whatever." Sydney frowns and walks away from Vaughn.

Vaughn sighs and sits down to his computer console. A private message pops up suddenly, and it's Sark. Vaughn shakes his head closes the window. It pops up again with the message: Michael, are you there? I am on a secure server, luv. Vaughn frowns and types back: I am here, but I can't talk long, I have work to do. Sark's reply: Did you tell Miss. Bristow about us? Vaughn: No. Sark: Why not? Vaughn: I told you, it's complicated! Sark: Whatever. I'll see you later tonight, right? Vaughn: Yeah, sure. You know the place. I'll see you at six. Sark: Alright then, luv. Till we meet again.

At Sydney's cosole she watches a video of Vaughn and Sark meeting at a night club, kissing. Sydney turns off her console in disgust and watches Vaughn from afar. He sees her watching him and waves to her. She waves back, faking a sincerity to the man she thought she could trust.