A/N: 'Ello everyone! Glad you all loved Homecoming! It was a blast (and took some time) to write! So here is the newest chapter, and the responses are at my livejournal:)
"Mom, you said we could have a party here for Homecoming, right?"
"Yes, just as long if anyone drinks, they don't drive. And, oh, that the house has to be spotless by midnight the next day."
"Yes, mom," Sydney grinned, telling her sister that the party would be on.
It was only an hour after the Homecoming Dance, and the Bristow residence was full of high school students. Juniors and seniors flooded the house, the rooms, the basement, and outside in the backyard. There was alcohol, tons of alcohol at the party, but Irina had managed from every student that was drinking that they were either staying or getting a designated driver home.
"Can you believe this?" Sydney asked with a laugh as she looked around her backyard, hearing music being blared inside the house.
"Mom is the coolest," Nadia replied with a grin, taking a drink of her mixer that Eric made for her awhile ago.
"Syd!" The sisters looked in the direction of where Sydney's name was being called from. Once they saw who it was, both looked at the blonde uninterested. "Congrats on being Homecoming Queen!"
"Thanks Alice," Sydney said, taking a drink to cover up her sneer.
"But we all know who should've been it," Another girl from the junior group said.
Both Sydney and Nadia looked at each other, sharing equally shocked faces. The party was loud, but not loud enough, and the junior girls must've been deaf if they thought the two seniors couldn't hear it or, anyone around them for that matter.
"Excuse me," Sydney rose from her seat, her blood beginning to boil. "What did you say?"
"Oh, we all know Alice should've been the Queen. I mean, come on!" The same girl said in her whiny voice.
"Uh, right," Nadia coughed out as she stood up next to Sydney.
"So, how about that Michael guy? I heard he's still single, Alice," Another one of the girls said, completely ignoring the sisters' presence.
"Definitely, if I could just find him," Alice said, looking around to see if Michael was around.
As if on cue, Michael showed up on the other side of the pool, and unfortunately, Alice was the first to spot him.
"Michael!" She yelled out, gaining the attention of him. He looked in the girls' direction, turned back to one of the hockey guys he was talking to, gave a nod goodbye, and then walked over to the group.
"What's up?" He asked as the junior girls made a circle around him. He took a large gulp of his Pepsi, not liking the current situation he was in.
"Well, I was wondering, my dad's company picked up these great seats for the Dodgers game in the playoffs, I was wondering if you'd like to go?"
His eyebrow shot up at her offer, his throat going dry in a nervous fashion as he ran his hand through his hair. His interest began to peak though as he heard someone shouting and making their way through the crowd.
"Move out of the way! Bitch coming through to save a dreaded man! MOVE IT! And hey now, no grabbing! None of that here! MOVE!"
Finally seeing who it was, he cracked a smile as she pushed her way through the junior girls. Francie took a deep breath, looking at all of the girls, then at Michael.
"There you are! I swear, thirty minutes searching through the house and you're out here!" She yelled over the noise, and began to laugh at the junior's expressions.
"Excuse me, bitch...I think I had him first," Alice growled out.
"Well, excuse me, corporate whore, you won't be getting any out of this man," Francie stated, grabbing Michael by the arm. "Besides, his queen wants him," A sly smirk showed on her face as she walked off with Michael, to where Sydney was now talking with another one of her cross country friends out in the grass.
"Thanks Francie," Michael replied with a grin on his face.
"No problem and half of that crap was made up. Just, don't even talk to her."
"Gotcha," Michael smiled. "So the queen needed to talk to me?" He asked, emphasizing the word 'queen' to where it caught Sydney's attention. She turned around, a big grin on her face.
"Well, I wanted to get to you before Alice did."
"Taken care, Syd!" Francie yelled happily, and sloppily saluted the both. "Now, I'm going to go find Eric and Will and get trashed. See you both in the morning!" She yelled as she walked off.
"Let me guess, she saved your ass back there?" Sydney asked while laughing.
"You should've heard what she said, no wonder why you guys are best friends," He said as their eyes met. "But, you have something to tell me?"
"Oh, nope," She replied with an innocent tone and an equal smile. "I just didn't want anybody chasing around my king for the night."
xxxxxxx
Sydney yawned as she felt air breeze past her face. Opening one of her eyes, she was met by the morning light. Her eyes bugged out, and she realized she was in her backyard, along with about fifty other people. She looked down at her waist, noticing added light weight, and saw an arm lazily draped over. As she turned her head, she groaned, then jumped as she realized who's arm that was.
It was Michael's, and he was snoring pleasantly, until she decided to jump. He stirred himself back into consciousness, jumping when he saw Sydney next to him.
"What the hell?" They both said at the same time.
"Screw it, later," Sydney said, raising her hand to cover up her mouth as a yawn escaped. She lifted her body to a sitting position, and he did the same. "What time is it?"
He glanced at his watch. "Seven...In the morning," He groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, fun," She sarcastically replied, looking around at the people, then watched as he stood up. She gave him a look, wanting help up, and he did, grabbing her hand and yanking her up into a standing position. He could only grin when she glared at him. "Come on; let's see how many people are in the house."
"After you," He said, following as they began to walk through the maze of people. Finally making their way inside, they couldn't even move. Students were sprawled out everywhere, lying on tables, leaning on chairs and counters, somehow being able to sleep on the stools at the island. She looked to Michael, who showed a puzzled expression, as they both began to make their way carefully into the living room. As if it was even possible, even more people were sleeping. The couch held at least five people, crammed together like sardines, and in each loveseat two people, sitting at an uncomfortable position.
"I don't think I'm even going to look downstairs," Sydney said as she looked at Michael again.
"I don't blame you," He said, letting out a light laugh.
"Oh my God."
Both Sydney and Michael jumped as they turned to see Irina looking at them, shocked.
"Hi mom," Sydney greeted with an innocent grin.
"Sydney, midnight, spotless," Irina warned before making her way through the mess of people and to the front door. "I'll be back home in an hour; I need to restock the fridge."
Both Sydney and Michael waved as she exited out the front door. As soon as the door clicked shut he turned to her. "Uh, spotless?"
"Yeah," Sydney gulped. "By midnight tonight this house has to be completely spotless, or my mom will have all of our asses."
"Great!" He couldn't help but to laugh. "But I feel like going back to sleep."
"Me too, let's see if there's anything empty," She said, walking to the stairs. She looked up at them and laughed, people were sleeping on the stairs.
"Yep, I'm saying the exact same thing," Michael said before she could say a word. They both headed upstairs, noticing the hall was full of sleeping people. They both began to wonder if the whole junior and senior class just decided to stay at the house.
"I wonder how many people are actually going to show up to school tomorrow," She wondered aloud, and could hear him groan behind her. She couldn't help but to laugh as she opened up the door to her room. "Oh shit! It's empty! Yes!" She squealed happily, running over to her bed and launching herself onto it, despite the headache that still lurked.
"Uh, Syd," He stammered out, standing in her doorway.
"I don't give a shit," She answered his nerves away as he let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He got onto her bed, lying down and falling asleep within an instant.
However, for Sydney, when he just got down on the bed, she was wide awake. Michael Vaughn was in her bed.
In. Her. Bed.
She smacked herself as thoughts crept into her mind, taking over any plans of sleep she could've had. But then she finally gave into her temptations, partially, and looked at his sleeping form. He still had on his dress pants but a white t-shirt, and she let her gaze linger at his well-toned arms, and then at his chest, watching it fall and rise smoothly.
Looking at his peaceful figure, she felt her eyes beginning to close as sleep took over.
xxxxxxx
At noon, the partygoers had finally cleared out, the only people that were left were Will, Eric, Michael, Francie, Nadia, and Sydney. They all stood in the living room, each sighing at the sight before them.
"We're screwed, aren't we?" Will asked as he felt like running away from the house to skip cleaning.
"Just about," Sydney replied, rubbing her head. "Okay, how about this. Will, you and Francie start on the backyard. Nadia and Eric, start downstairs, me and Vaughn will start doing the living room and kitchen."
"Deal!" The rest yelled and ran off.
Michael and Sydney decided to work on the kitchen first, deciding it would be the easiest. They were dead wrong, the meaning of the word spotless smacking them upside the head when they began to clean. Two hours later they were still trying to clean off the mess created on the large counter.
The doorbell rang, bringing them out of a 'cleaning daze.' Sydney looked to Michael as she began to walk to the door, a large garbage bag in her hand as she attempted to pick up some of the cups and bottles. Michael helped her, and she reached the door, scrambling to pick up beer cans and throw them into the bag before opening the door.
The person on the other side of the door left her stunned, the garbage bag slipping out of her grip and landing on the floor, some of the glass bottles breaking under the force.
"Dad?"
"Oh my," The only words he let slip from his mouth as he looked at her appearance, then the house, then the boy next to her, an equal look of shock on his face.
"Aren't you supposed to be, um, working?"
Jack sighed. "Yes, honey, but today I thought I would stop by and say congratulations, I heard about you at the dance."
"Thanks," She squeaked out, and then finally remembered Michael was standing right next to her. "Oh, um, dad, this is Michael."
Jack stepped into the house, and when Michael extended his hand, Jack accepted, shaking his hand and having an extreme grip before he let go.
"MOM!"
Irina came down the stairs when she heard Sydney, seeing Jack first when she entered the hallway and skidded to a stop. "Jack."
"Irina."
"Yeah, big party last night," Sydney added after a few moments of silence to hopefully cut the tension.
"I can tell," He said in a calm voice, still keeping his eyes on Irina.
"Let's go clean up, okay Vaughn?" Sydney motioned toward the kitchen, and nodding his head quickly, they walked as fast as they could into the kitchen.
"So that's your dad?" Michael asked once they were safe from the ears of Jack Bristow.
"Yeah," Sydney laughed at how nervous he was, seeing his forehead wrinkles showing and a couple beads of sweat going down his face.
He gulped, wiping the sweat away from his face. "I think he wants to kill me."
She gave him a look and busted out into laughter. "He does that to every guy he meets. You should've seen how scared Eric and Will were when they met him."
"Now I know why," He said while frowning and began to finish cleaning up the kitchen.