Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait once again. I was going to get it up sooner, but when I came back from my dad's house (the Cardinals won the game! woot woot:D) the internet was cancelled. But now all is good, and I'm hip happy again.
Oh, and review responses AND spoilers will be up at the LiveJournal. I know Aryn wanted to shoot me when she saw them. ;)
But enjoy! Spoilers will be posted probably within the next few days:)
Michael Vaughn sat on a chair, barely being able to keep himself in a sitting position. To say that he was nervous would be the understatement of the year. The man was terrified, but in the good way.
He was about to marry the woman of his dreams, Sydney Bristow.
Getting out of his chair, he paced around the small tent nervously, straightening his tux every few seconds. He heard a noise, shifting of sand, and turned towards the entrance, seeing his best man Eric Weiss standing there, arms folded, and a cocky grin showing on his face.
"You nervous?"
"No shit," Michael snorted, beginning to pace once again as he ran his hands through his hair. For the umpteenth time he straightened his tux before Eric grunted.
"Mike, why are you so scared? You're marrying Sydney, the love of your life. Plus, I'm here to make sure you just don't completely break down."
"That's why; I don't want her to regret this. I love her so much; I'd do absolutely anything for her. Gosh, I even remembered when I proposed to her, like it was yesterday."
"Yeah, I remember you telling me, you're in that mood again," Eric said with a grin as he left, leaving Michael to his thoughts.
Michael smiled, watching Sydney who was gazing at the setting sun over the horizon of the water. It was perfect, he was actually able to find a beach secluded in France, at dusk.
"Vaughn, this is perfect," She said, turning to look at him.
"Yeah," He said, returning the look. His hands were in his pockets, playing with the wallet in one pocket and the box in the other. "Syd, I want to tell you something."
She looked at him, quizzically. She couldn't read his face; the only thing that she could tell was the love showing in his eyes. The green eyes that captured her the first day they met.
He took a deep breath, before taking his hands out of his pockets and gripping hers softly. Getting down on one knee, he looked up at her, her expression confused for mere seconds before she sobbed, close to breaking down.
"Sydney, I love you so much. The first day we met, at the hockey arena, I think I knew from then that I wanted to be with you. Of course, someone as beautiful as you, I had to wait. But I would've waited forever for you. I still remember your face that week before Homecoming, and when you told me that you had a date. I was crushed, but I recovered, and from then on, I knew I wouldn't let you go. Now, I never want to go...So, Sydney Bristow, will you make me the happiest guy alive on earth and marry me?"
This point she was in tears, and in seconds she was in his arms, kissing him deeply. She only broke the kiss to let out a short 'Yes' before crashing her lips back to his again.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw his mother, Amelie, step into the tent with a smile on her face.
"Mom! You said you weren't going to be able to make it in!" He cried out, running over to his mother and giving her a large hug.
She let out a hearty laugh and hugged him back. "Like I would miss my son's wedding? Never."
"Oh, so you were planning on coming this whole time?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like he would do when he was a little kid.
"Yes," She said sternly, before grinning. "I had a little help from your fiancée, too."
"Oh, so you two are already making plans behind my back, I see," He said, letting out a little snicker at how sly his mom was.
"Yo, Mike," Eric said, interrupting the two. "I think we have to get out there," He looked towards Amelie. "Hi there, Amelie! Vaughn said you weren't even coming."
"She surprises," He said through a grin and gave his mom another hug.
"I'll see you out there," She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before going out of the tent, giving Eric a pat on the shoulder on the way out.
"You ready?"
"As much as I can be."
And the two friends headed out of the tent, to the front where the priest stood.
He stood there, in the sand, the wind blowing lightly; just enough to cool off his heated skin. Waiting one minute, which seemed like an eternity, the bridesmaids began to come out. First, Sydney's friends from high school and on came out, Aryn and Angie, followed by Lauren and Francie. Nadia came out last, being the Maid of Honor.
Sydney finally showed under the flower bridge of the beginning of the sand aisle. She looked absolutely stunning, a pure white dress hugging every one of her curves. The hem flared, going off into a train that went two feet. Her hair done half up, half down, all curled, some of her bangs hanging over her face. She took a deep breath, before heading down the middle, her next breath caught her throat when she saw him, looking so simple but so handsome. She almost giggled seeing how nervous he was, shifting his body weight on either foot of each passing second, and playing with his hands. Finally reaching the makeshift mound of sand where the altar was, her hands and eyes linked with his.
They both couldn't believe it, each getting married to the person they loved more than anything.
xxxxxxx
Michael Vaughn's eyes sprang open as he shot up into a sitting position. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked around the room. It wasn't his bedroom adorned with hockey memorabilia; hell, it wasn't even his house. Then he finally remembered as he looked at the coffee table out to the side, a Monopoly game laying on the surface. He felt some movement, and looking down to his left, he saw Sydney, sleeping peacefully under the covers. Now his eyes bugged out, until he could finally remember what had happened the night before.
Having the group of six over at Sydney's house, they opted to play a game of friendly Monopoly. 'Friendly' meaning cussing at each other every few seconds due to the mixers that Eric had provided. It was down to him and Sydney, and the other four decided to go upstairs and get some sleep. After a half an hour, the game had finally ended, Sydney winning out, and they put the Monopoly game, which was being played on the couch bed, on the coffee table, and fell asleep within moments.
But he was trying to figure something else out...Why in the hell would he be dreaming of marrying Sydney Bristow?
Scratching his forehead, Michael got out of the bed, almost falling because he was wearing track pants, and headed into the kitchen. He made himself a bowl of cereal, and sat down at the breakfast bar, eating slowly as he tried to collect his thoughts about the dream.
'Okay, I'm in high school. I'm not even eighteen. I like Sydney, a lot, heck; it wouldn't be a bad thing marrying her.'
He shook his head, his eyebrows bunched up as a headache started to pound away.
'And we've slept in the same bed, twice. Good gosh, her dad would fricking kill me if he ever figured out.'
He took a large amount of cereal on his spoon to rid himself of that thought, and then jumped as someone sat on the seat next to his.
"Pass the cereal?" Sydney asked with a smile. He looked at her, his face flushed as he slid the cereal, milk, and a bowl to her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just this headache, I think he put something else in mine."
She laughed the sweet laugh that melted away his pain, only if it was for a couple of seconds. "Eric always does that, puts something special in the drinks that has you out cold and think that you'll wake up in a different country."
"Are you serious?" He couldn't help but to laugh at her explanation.
Her laughing continued. "Yeah, when I woke up one morning after having about four of his drinks, I thought I was in some kind of cellar. I was actually in his basement."
"Well then, I hope I don't end up chained to some fence along the highway."
She choked at his reply, busting out into laughter again. "I don't think the effects can be that extreme."
"If it happens, you owe me one million," He said, a smirk showing as he looked at her.
"Deal, but if you do it on purpose, people will think you were standing in the middle of a destruction derby."
"Alright," He smiled hesitantly, before going back to eating his food. They went into a silence, before he decided to break it. "Syd?"
"Yeah?" She answered, turning her head towards him.
He swallowed at a lump in his throat, garnering up his courage quickly. "You want to go to the movies tonight?"
"Sure," She smiled, making him instantly relax. "Do you want me to ask everyone else?"
He stiffened up again, his body language nearly giving it away. "Uh, no, please...Just the two of us."
xxxxxxx
"So he asked you out?"
"Yes!"
"And you said yes?"
"Yes."
"And you're going to the movies."
"YES FRAN!" Sydney shouted, having enough. She was already getting a headache over what to wear. It was an hour until her 'date' with Vaughn and she had found nothing to wear so far. Standing in her robe, she glared at the drawer in front of her, which held her skirts and shorts.
"Don't get all touchy over the subject, it's just a date," Francie said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Ugh, did I mention how much I hate you?"
"Love you too, Syd."
Sydney couldn't help but to laugh, and spotted a denim skirt. "Perfect! Now I just need to find a damn shirt."
"Just a sec," Francie said, jumping off of the bed and running out of the room. Sydney took the time to put on a pair of bra and panties, and the denim skirt. She began looking through the closet at her shirts when Francie came back in, holding a shirt. It read 'I Feel' at the top with a shamrock below it, signifying 'Lucky'. Sydney laughed when looking at the shirt.
"You know what to bring, don't you?" She asked, taking the shirt and putting it on when Francie offered.
"To a friend that's in need of some Michael, yes, I do."
Sydney blushed, turning away and smiling at Francie's words. "Go bug Nadia; I've got to get ready."
"Whatever you say," Francie said with a smirk, walking out of the room.
xxxxxxx
She stood by the door, then began to pace around the hallway. She shouldn't have been this nervous about going out with Vaughn, but she knew that it would be a date, not just some casual time spent out at a baseball game. She looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing out some invisible wrinkles on her attire before she heard knocking at the door. She took in a deep breath before taking the few steps to the door and opening it, seeing Michael standing there looking absolutely gorgeous.
"Hey, Syd," He cracked out, trying to gather his words. "Ready?"
She nodded, her lips curling into a smile as she stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her. She walked behind him as he walked over to his truck, towards the passenger side and opening the door for her. "Now, why can't we take my car?" She asked as she showed a cheesy grin.
He let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head as he made the way to the driver's side of the truck and got in. "Because, I'm driving, and my truck is cooler."
"No way," She joked as he drove away from the house. "So what movie are we going to see?"
"I was thinking Star Wars," He began before she cut him off.
"Good choice!" She smiled once again.
"Seriously? You being into Star Wars?" Michael couldn't help but to let out a laugh, earning an icy glare from Sydney.
"What's so wrong with that?"
"Just thinking that you would be into all of the chick flicks."
"Oh, I am, and one day, I'm going to strap you to a chair and make you watch every one of them."
He smirked, and decided he wanted to play the same game with her that she did with him a few days ago. "Strap me to a chair, huh? What else would you do?"
That had her attention, and being in a daze for a few seconds before she caught onto his play. "Well, lets see I can strip you down and pour whipped cream and chocolate all over you," She stopped, seeing his eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as his hands began to tightly grip the steering wheel, trying hard to keep his attention on the road. "I'll leave the rest to myself."
"Um, y-yeah," He stuttered, now knowing she had picked up on his little game. He let out a defeated sigh, his grip loosening on the steering wheel so he could actually feel his fingers again. "You win."
"Always do," She said happily, looking ahead at the movie theater they were approaching. They were silent as he drove through the parking lot, except for the occasional quiet curses he let out for not being able to find any good parking spot. She couldn't help but to giggle at how mad he was at not being able to find one, until a car finally pulled out. He was eager and quickly parked the truck in the spot.
They got out of the truck, and saw the line to get tickets for the theater was long. They decided to get in line quickly before it would get any longer.
He deiced to break the silence first. "Whipped cream and chocolate?"
"Yeah, anything else would probably be too messy or not as good," She answered immediately, smirking as she saw his face turn a shade of red. 'Of course, anything would be good on you,' Her thoughts added in.
They stood at one of the ticket windows about five minutes later, and Michael got the tickets for the next Star Wars showing, insisting he'd pay for them, even though Sydney tried to pay for her ticket.
"Alright, now, what do you want to eat?" He asked as they walked through the main lobby, over to the concession stand and waited in line.
"Popcorn and a soda," She said after looking at the menu.
"You don't mind sharing the popcorn, do you?" He asked, looking from the menu to her.
"Just as long as you don't eat all of it," She replied with a smile warming her features.
"Oh, well then, two popcorns," He joked as they made it to the front, and he ordered two Pepsis and a jumbo popcorn. Once again Sydney tried to pay for anything, but he told her to just let him pay.
He had a hard enough time trying to pay attention to what was happening during the movie. Luckily, he knew what happened, seeing it with some hockey friends earlier in the week. The only things going in his mind were Sydney, and the interesting conversation in the truck. Of course she was joking when she talked about the whipped cream and chocolate, but now he wished she wasn't. Finally being able to rip himself from his thoughts, he watched the movie, smiling to himself when he felt Sydney lay her head on his shoulder.
"That was great!" She yelled happily once they were back in his truck, heading to her house.
"Yeah, but didn't you fall asleep on me?" He asked with a laugh.
She blushed, biting her lip as she tried to think of a response. "Well, no, but I couldn't see the movie well enough and I thought that your shoulder would be comfy," She rambled.
"Uh huh," He mumbled, smirking when she looked at him.
They talked about the movie the rest of the way to Sydney's house. When they arrived, Michael helped her out and they walked to the front porch. She turned to him, now seeing how nervous he became in a few moments.
"So, I guess I'll see you at school," He said, his hands digging into his pockets as he looked at her.
She could only look at him for a few seconds, her expression unreadable until she smiled, one that made him smile. "Vaughn?"
"Yeah?"
Her hands wrapped around his neck as she pulled him to her, her lips pressing to his into a long kiss.
"You better be taking me to the playoffs."
His lips turned into a smile. "I was going to ask you soon, but yeah, you'll be going," He said, before kissing her once again.
Inside, Nadia and Francie giving each other a high-five before walking back to the couch. "Finally!" They both shouted at the same time.