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"Sydney!" Sydney jumped as Francie came crashing into her bedroom Tuesday morning. She had planned on leaving a while before her first class to get some work done in library. These plans, however, just about turned to dust when Sydney saw the frantic look on her best friends face.
"What is it? Are you ok?" she asked.
"No! I don't know what to do! Oh Sydney, everything is just going wrong!" Francie cried, dropping onto Sydney's bed. Sydney went and sat beside her, placing a comforting arm on Francie's back.
"What's the problem?"
"I don't know what to wear for the Halloween party." Sydney stared at her, increduously. Francie had rushed in, looking and sounding as if the sky was falling. This was all because of a costume. "What is that look for Sydney Bristow?"
"Well it's just I wouldn't stress too much, sweetie. There is still a week to go. I'm sure you will come up with something soon."
"But what if I don't? I should never have organised this party in the first place- I just know it's going to horrible."
"Francie!" Sydney grabbed her friend by the shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes. "This party is going to great and you are going to figure out an amazing costume in the next 48 hours. You know how I know this?"
"How?" Francie asked in a little voice.
"Because you are my best friend and everything that you organise goes off without a hitch. Think of all the other parties you threw."
"They were pretty good weren't they" Francie said, allowing a small smile on her face.
"Damn right they were!"
"I love you Syd." Francie let out, pulling Sydney into a hug. "Oh I forgot to ask, how did it go with Michael on Sunday?"
"It didn't. It seems that everytime we get closer something gets in our way. First he thinks I have a boyfriend, and then when I heard about Emily I thought I would have scared him off forever with that little emotional display."
"Yes, but it didn't. That says a lot for Michael. He's a good guy." Francie commented. "So what happened on Sunday?"
"His ex-girlfriend showed up on his doorstep. It didn't do a whole lot of good to his mood."
"No! What is she like?"
"Cold. I found it really hard to picture them together. Not just because she's his ex and all. They just didn't seem to match."
"So she put Michael in a funk for the night?"
"Not really. Once she left he was fine. But he defiantely seperated himself from me."
"So nothing happened?"
"Once again..."
"Oh Syd. It'll happen."
"Hopefully sooner than later."
After her last class on Wednesday Sydney drove herself down to the pier. She had a tonne of reading to get through and she knew that she wouldn't be able to concentrate at home. Francie was still having a costume crisis and had taken to asking Sydney her opinion on every idea she had. So instead Sydney settled herself down on a bench facing the ocean and opened her coursebook. This really was one of her favourite places in the world.
After about an hour of solid reading Sydney decided it was time for a break- the words on the page were starting to swarm a little. Deciding to go for a walk, Sydney wandered aimlessly, observing everyone who was near. People were a fascination of hers. What were they doing? Where were they going? What were they thinking? Were they happy? Did they wish they were someone else?
When they were in high school she, Francie and Will used to sit around and make up stories about the people walking past. Stupid, ridiculous things that always guaranteed many tears of laughter.
"Let me guess. She's a secret agent staking out the ice-cream stand because the vendor is really a Nazi war criminal." Sydney jumped as she felt a hand on the small of her back and heard someone whisper in her ear. Turning, she saw Vaughn.
"What?"
"Come on. Don't tell me you've never made up people stories before?" Sydney laughed. Once again it seemed that Michael Vaughn was right inside her along, reading her thoughts.
"Not for a long time." Sydney answered as Vaughn fell into step next to her.
"So you weren't thinking that the ice-cream vendor was a Nazi war criminal?"
"Vaughn, he looks younger than us!"
"I know. Isn't it amazing what Botox and plastic surgery can do these days."
"I think you have been spending a little too much time with Weiss."
"What can I say? He's a habit I can't break." Vaughn grinned. "So what are you doing out here?"
"I had to get some reading done for uni. Home wasn't an option- Francie is in the middle of a costume crisis and has appointed me her Halloween fashion advisor."
"Ah, the Halloween party. Am I still on the list?"
"I think a permanent spot can be arranged."
"Good. So Bristow, are you having a costume crisis or are you all figured out?"
"All figured out."
"So what will you be adorned as this 31st October?"
"I'm not telling."
"Well then fine. I won't tell you my costume either." Vaughn crossed his arms and poked out his tongue at Sydney.
"What are you? Like 12?" Sydney asked, laughing at his antics. Acting juvenile somehow made him even more cute.
"I happen to believe it is quite healthy to regress back to childhood every now and then."
"Oh really? And when did you come up with this theory Vaughn?"
"It's one I've been developing over the years."
"Let me guess- Weiss has been a major contributor to this development." Vaughn didn't answer, however the look on his face gave him away. "So that's why you guys are able to stay friends. You haven't matured past 12!"
"Oh really! You think that I am just a big 12 year old?"
"Well there are moments when you appear adult. However, most of the time, Vaughn, all I see in those eyes is as innocent little boy, in desper-"
Vaughn cut Sydney off by cradling her face with his hands and pressing his lips into hers. At first Sydney was too stunned react, but she soon felt herself returning the kiss. They both seemed to melt into each other as the tension that had been building up over the past weeks was released.
After breaking apart Vaughn looked directly into Sydney's eyes. "Would a little boy do that?" he asked.
Still a little stunned that thingshad actually moved forward for her and Vaughn Sydney could only shake her head.
"Syd?" Vaughn stroked her cheek.
"Yeah?"
"You're ok with...you know.I didn't do something wrong, did I?"
"Vaughn, I think I have wanted that since the day we met." she said, tracing a finger down his cheek and touching his chin dimple. Looking up and smiling, Sydney leaned in for another kiss. Obligingly returning the favour, Vaughn wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't believe that this had finally happened and that Sydney was now in his arms.
"Are you busy Friday night?" he asked when they pulled apart.
"No, why?"
"Because I want to take you out."
"Where?" Sydney asked gleefully. She was ecstatic that Vaughn was planning a date. She and Vaughn were actually going to go out as a couple.
"I don't know yet."
"Well, when you do figure it out, don't tell me."
"Why?"
"Because I love suprises."
"Well ok then Miss Bristow. I will call you with a time and dress code and nothing else."
"Well then," Sydney smiled. "It's a date."
"Yes it is," Vaughn agreed, bending down for another kiss.
There you go LilAussieAliasChick- they finally got there act together! Yay:)