Just for the record in this fic Jack's the same mean good guy he always was
Ooo!! P.S any people from the UK, Alias season 4 is on Bravo in April- yay!
It was with great lethargy and extreme reluctance the two lovers untangled themselves from each other an hour or so later. She had almost groaned her frustrated evident, missing his warmth and touch as soon as he absconded the bed. She raised her knees, crushing them slightly against his chest watching him dress, his back to her. She rested her eyes on his figure, gracefully picking up their clothes, which lazily littered the room. He had slipped his jeans over his naked self and was now looking for his t-shirt. He turned to face her, his mouth opening, about to speak. He was silenced before he began however as the white garment landed on his head with a gentle sigh. He removed it after remaining still for a few seconds, almost laughing but stopped when he saw her. Sydney sat, head now resting on her knees, showing the purest smile ever to grace her features. He sighed a laugh smiling in the way he had when she woke. He quickly placed the t-shirt over his head, pulling it down his chest as he walked towards her slowly. He bent down to her, capturing her supple rosé lips in a gentle but passionate kiss. He placed his caring hands against the warmth of her cheeks, being careful not to place too much pressure. He pulled away slowly only to softly press two more whispered kisses. As he pulled away from her she ran her hand through his tussled hair lovingly. Her hand rested against his stubbled cheek, brushing her thumb against his cheekbones. Her hand fell as he kissed her once more; Vaughn took her hand, kissing her palm tenderly. Sydney placed her blushing hand against the stubbled warmth of his cheek, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbones.
"I love you" he spoke, barely above a whisper
"I love you" she smiled. They kissed once more and he left silently soon after, almost unable to rip himself from her.
Sydney sat leaning against her headboard, the bed sheet lying casually just bellow her bellybutton. She hated his leaving, the departure making her entire body ache, screaming out for him. She blushed at the memories of the previous night, making an enjoyable shiver ripple through her body. She gathered the sheet off the bed, enveloping herself its cool liquid texture. She could sense his scent and the musk of his aftershave. She detected her own vanilla fragrance closing her eyes momentarily at the recollection of his words.
He trailed warm kisses down her stomach, feeling her arch against him. He smiled looking up at her
"You're wearing it, aren't you?" she exhaled a groan, his actions and words combing in a glorious concoction of arousal and adoration
"I might be," she moaned. His mouth travelled to her inner thigh just above her knee, lazily tracing a delicate pattern.
"I know you are," he breathed against her heated flesh, moving up towards her hipbone "tell me who you're wearing it for" he gently sighed, his mouth now trailing along the side of her waist.
"I-" she exhaled "its- I"
He lay on top of her kissing her tenderly "tell me" he demanded softly, his hands trailing down her body. She moaned at his touch and he continued to kiss her. He moved his mouth to her ear whispering one more time, continuing to torture her. "Tell me" He kissed her once more; she bit down on his lip hard.
"You Michael. You. It's always been you," she almost gasped. He smiled at his small victory, deepening their kiss, enjoying the fact she had secretly took pleasure in his being in control.
Sydney stepped into her en-suite looking at her reflection. She shook her head humorously at her image, her hair messy, her cheeks, glowing and blushed, her eyes, unrecognisable. Why was that? She asked herself quietly. Every day for the past year, and probably through her two-year absence she looked in the mirror and saw a grey, saddened stranger. She at first felt pity for the woman before her, only to realise she was studying herself. Now, there was colour held in the glass frame before her: the rose blush of her cheeks, the warm chocolate of her eyes, the glow of gold in her hair.
Sydney turned to turn on the shower once more, the familiar hiss making her sleepy. She gasped as she caught her image in the mirror not sure whether to laugh or be angry. Vaughn had placed a hickie on the tender flesh of her neck, one that she was sure would be in full view of everyone and completely deliberate. Her eyes scrunched in a humoured anger, and she exhaled an angry sigh. On the one had she was ecstatic that the mischievous side of Michael Vaughn she fell in love with all those years ago had finally made a long-awaited appearance; on the other hand however, he was going to pay. Michael Vaughn was going down.
He'd been there half an hour before she'd arrived. He sat leaning back in his chair starching his arms high above his head; he didn't see her enter the rotunda as he crossed his arms behind his head. He let the chair swing from side to side slightly and began to work on yet another field report. He felt her approach the left side of his desk on route to hers.
"Morning Agent Bristow" his said plainly, looking up at her for a second in a seemingly professional manner. He lowered his head, returning back to his report
"Agent Vaughn" she said coolly, a slight nod of the head in acknowledgement. She sat down at her desk prodding at the small rubber button on the screen, turning it on. It purred at her as she gathered papers out of desk drawer flicking the lamp switch, illuminating her workspace. She quickly typed in her password in response to the small flash of colour from the neat plasma screen, and continued looking for a pen. She heard a clang on her desk at looked up to see a pen rolling towards her. Still bend towards the floor on her chair, her eyes flickered to Vaughn who seemed deeply engrossed in his field report; she raised her eyebrow sceptically. She knew it was him who had thrown it, but both of them were getting a kick out of this nonchalant oblivious attitude both had adopted towards each other. She sat up in her chair and let her feminine and attractive writing fall from the nib of her pen onto her pad of paper. Soon there was another familiar flicker of colour on her screen
You have received a message from M Vaughn. Accept?
She looked up at him sighing; her tongue went to the inside her cheek trying to hide her bemused expression. Her head tilted slightly. There was a gentle click from the mouse
M Vaughn: So I scored with this chick last night
She laughed. Refusing to raise her eyes she put on her best 'I'm so bored with this' lookas she typed her response
S Bristow: Go away please I am very busy and important
S Bristow: But just so you know, so did I
M Vaughn: You scored with a hot chick too? Jesus. Just so you know, I'd pay to see that
Her tongue returned to its familiar position against her cheek as she shook her head at him, eyes firmly glued to the screen
S Bristow: Observe my raised eyebrow Micheal
M Vaughn: Ooh. Use of first name- excuse me... just going to crawl under desk
S Bristow: Bite me
M Vaughn: Yes, I noticed you liked that
He looked up at her; she sat writing with the pen he had flung at her desk. She was deliberately ignoring him, a part of him liked it, the other part however felt anxious - was she mad? He gradually got him self more worked up watching the cursor flicker on his screen. He licked and bit his bottom lip frowning slightly with worry. He stopped the familiar pressure however when it began to sting, the tender flesh still sore from her bite. He decided the pain was worth it. He typed once more
M Vaughn: Oh by the way
S Bristow: What?
M Vaughn: If using your vanilla body lotion in the shower this morning was an attempt to turn me on at work it didn't work
S Bristow: Oh really?
M Vaughn: Yep
S Bristow: then why have you loosened your tie and licked your lip six times
M Vaughn: Because it hurts
S Bristow: Aw poor baby
M Vaughn: Bite me Bristow
S Bristow: Pleasure
Now he raised his eyebrow. She was unsuccessfully stifling a smile. He was about to type a response when he heard him
"Agent Vaughn" he nervously hid their conversation with the document he was typing
"Jack. What can I do for you?" he swallowed
"I need to speak to you and my daughter" he replied. "If its not too much trouble of course, I hope you're not too busy," he added dryly. He looked to Sydney who rolled her eyes. She hadn't seen him since Wittenberg; she had flown there the night of Lauren's death only to be greeted by an empty vault. Her father had gone with her, worried about the reliability of Lauren's claim. They had argued about Vaughn, Jack still contesting he was a boy who didn't deserve her. Sydney had gotten angry and walked away- she hadn't seen him since.
They rose and followed Jack across the rotunda to his desk where Dixon calmly stood; Jack picked up two folders and turned to face them. Vaughn, as usual had crossed his arms, nervously shifting from side-to side. He was frowning slightly, his professional expression returning. Sydney on the other hand was still slightly annoyed with her father; her hands rested impatiently on her hips, waiting for his words.
"Dad what is this about?"
"Dixon and I have been discussing the status of your field activity over the past year, and it is our belief that both of you should have your clearance downgraded for the next two months" they began to protest
"Dad this is ridiculous- I'm not five-"
"Jack, you've got to be kidding me-"
"The two of you" the older man said, raising his voice, silencing the pair "have had more physical and emotional trauma since Sydney's return than most agents have in their entire active duty. This is not a suggestion: it's an order. If either of you are seen so much as holding a gun in the next eight weeks-"
"What we're grounded?" Sydney retorted
"Something like that." Jack replied cooly "We just need you to sign these," he said handing them the folders
"Jack this is ridiculous" Vaughn stated angrily. Dixon who remained silent throughout the entire transaction finally spoke
"Agent Vaughn listen to me. With the covenant so weak after the events of the past few months, we need to strategically plan each move with the most precise scrutiny. The slightest slip-up could provedisastrous- it will take us at least two months to decide our next plan of action, and as soon as we figure things out, you both will be notified and reinstated. You are two of our best and most experienced agents and we need you in the best possible condition at this time. The only reason we have allowed you to be here at all, is to ensure you are kept in the loop and aware of any arrising dangers. This decision is final, but is not a punishment; from now on you will only be working half days- we will notify you as to your hours." His tone became friendlier, the Dixon they used to know emerging from his directorial position. "I think you both need some time to work things through as it is." He smiled at the pair. Jack handed them the files and with a quick glance to each other they signed the papers.
"Thank you" Dixon said. He turned to leave. "You'll thank me later" he said cheerfully, his back to them. He disappeared round the corner
The three exchanged glances, the mood considerably lighter than before
"Sydney. What I said in Wittenberg-"
"Dad its fine, really-"
"No, let me finish. I was wrong and I'm sorry. I guess deep down, how ever muchI try to see otherwise, you'll always be my little girl." She leant into him for a hug, burying herself in his shoulder. Jack closed his eyes for a second, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Vaughn. He knew Jack would always believe him to be devoid of a spine, and never good enough for his daughter, and that would probably never change- Jack Bristow would always first and foremost be Sydney's daddy.
The father and daughter separated looking to Vaughn who was frowning heavily at Sydney. They threw him questioning glances
"Something the matter Agent Vaughn?"
"What's that?" he said seriously, an element of concern in his voice. He was looking towards Sydney
"What?" she questioned
"That" he pointed to an angry red mark on her neck, the corners of his mouth almost twitching into a smirk. It was right then that she could have murdered him, literally beaten him to death right there on the rotunda floor. Her eyes narrowed and her lips thinned, unbelieving of his nerve. Jack still had a look of subtle concern etched into his face, the hickie out of his view.
"What is it Sydney? Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine dad" she smiled placing a hand on his arm
"You know" Vaughn continued, "to me, and this is my humble opinion, it looks a bit like a-"
"Bruise" Sydney practically shouted, her eyes locked with Vaughn's. He was going down. "It's just a bruise. I'm fine" she tried to ignore his small sadistic smile "Anyway, I'd better go- I have a stack of work to get through. I'll see you later Dad" and with that she left, marching towards her desk. Vaughn smiled after her; he was going to pay for that. He turned back to Jack who had been watching him through grey and thoughtful eyes
"Agent Vaughn" Jack said causing the younger man's smile to fade. He paused for a second"Look after her"
"Yes sir," he said sincerely "I will" Jack turned to leave; Vaughn could have sworn he saw him smile "You're beginning to like me again" Vaughn said, unsure of his words. Jack turned to face him
"Who said I liked you in the first place?" he smiled at Agent Bristow's response, watching him walk away.
Hebegan to walktowards his desk, frowning when he couldn't see Sydney. He prayed he hadn't pushed it too far. Vaughn circled his desk, spinning to face his screen. A small blue box flashed in the corner of his screen.
You have received a message from S Bristow. Accept?
He clicked his mouse twice
S Bristow: Bite me