"Will?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"No way."
"Yes way."
Vaughn and I went at this for another ten minutes, me just asking the same questions until he finally got up and went into the bathroom. I guess one way of annoying Michael Vaughn is to just be a little kid and do the question game, which is quite fun. Even though it was three in the morning, still, I heard the faucet running and a splash of water. I got up and put on a robe that was on the chair, walking silently over to the bathroom and leaning on the doorframe.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Acting like a kid."
"No reason to," He said, looking towards me with that damned thousand watt smile. I made sure that my body wouldn't collapse against the doorframe before actually looking at him. "Sure is funny though, we're starting to act like an old married couple."
Despite being noted as an old woman—and yes, Vaughn, we will have a talk about that later—I smiled. "Where I can't hear a damn word even if you tried to yell it into my ear."
"Cheers," He laughed, and I mocked disappointment. He would make fun of me?
"Hey now, I'm not that old."
He walked over to me, wrapping his strong, secure, and lovely arms around me. "I know," He smiled, looking into my eyes, and I felt my knees beginning to weaken. He leaned into me, and then placed his lips against my forehead. "The room is tapped," He whispered.
Realization sunk in and I froze. Of course, the bad guys have to ruin a perfectly good and tender moment.
"That's one thing that Eric said to me, the CIA is going to be coming in a few days disguised as a bug crew looking for termites."
"Gross," I mumbled against his chest.
He shrugged in the embrace. "Yeah, they're going to take out the bugs, old fashioned style—which Eric did not explain what that is."
"So we have to act married."
Oh boy...In a good way, of course.
xxxxxxx
So I figured there might be an advantage to having Will in the house, and no, not as a voyeur. Even though that would be kinky I think Francie might shoot me in the face for even thinking that. Ah well, she did want me to get with 'Hot Guy Michael.'
From Will, we might get information on the newest terrorist on the block, because nowadays they're popping up like popcorn and just seem to be getting better. Sadly it happens to be true, especially when Project Christmas was the thing around in the 80's. I'm happy I turned out on the good side.
"Hey Syd," Vaughn said as he came up right behind me, speaking into my ear and making me jump. The actions made him laugh and me growl. "I think we're out of milk."
"Then you go buy some," I said, returning to the magazine that was resting on the kitchen island. "Not like it's my responsibility to take care of every household thing."
"I swear I am not leaving this house again without you. I went running today and I had about five women that were running try to strike up conversations...and that doesn't even include the old ladies that were staring at me!"
"Did you wear your ring?" I asked coldly.
His head dropped, and I had my answer. "Sorry."
I looked at the ring on my left hand, examining it carefully. "You know what these rings symbolize? A true love between a man and a woman, and if you just decide to take yours off whenever you want to, I can tell how this marriage is going to end."
The look on Vaughn's face told it all, the sorrow, pain, and love? I shook off the feelings and jumped off of the chair, grabbing his hand and leading him towards a bathroom with a shower. Once we were in one, I turned on the faucet and the shower to the highest power.
"Vaughn, they have our room tapped. Who knows what else is going on? From this moment on, we need to act married, inside and outside the house. Please just be more responsible."
He brought up my left hand and kissed my ring finger, catching me off guard. "I'm sorry," He apologized once again. "I promise to be a loving husband, to take care of you, to nurture, to care for you when you're sick, to help Will out when he comes into town, and maybe even bring you breakfast in bed."
It was as if Vaughn knocked my socks off with his makeshift vows of love, catching me off guard once again as I couldn't help but to look into his eyes. "I promise to not be an evil dictator, to not shop as much at the mall, to be nicer to you, and not smack you on the chest in the middle of the night."
"Do you?" He asked with a playful gleam in his eyes, along with a smile making its way onto his lips.
"I do, do you?" I asked with a lopsided grin.
"Definitely."
We both smiled seconds before our lips met and I reached heaven, or a place where I've been waiting almost two years, kissing Vaughn in a bathroom.
But sadly, our blissfulness did not last long as a doorbell rang. I looked at Vaughn, who smiled at me before turning off the water. I headed out of the bathroom and to the front door, opening it up and nearly falling over at the sight in front of me.
There was Will, dressed head to toe as a punk. Literally, his normal blond-brownish hair was now brown with streaks of blue, a nose ring intact, an old Van Halen t-shirt and ragged tight jeans. He carried two suitcases which were full of stickers of bands from the 60s to the 80s.
"Hey W..." Vaughn's word seemed to drop off as he caught sight of Will's appearance. I looked to Vaughn to see him smirking and trying hard not to bust out laughing.
"Hey guys," Will said with a grin as he stepped into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. He immediately went into one of the guest bedrooms on the first floor, in which Vaughn and I followed him closely. He dropped one suitcase on the floor, then set the other on the bed and opened it, grabbing a CD case and flipping it open. "A bug killer," He said with a smirk, turning to Vaughn and me.
"Interesting," I said with a smile. "I guess Weiss updated you with the news."
"Yeah, when's the bug team coming in anyways?" He asked as he took out the fake nose ring.
"Supposedly today or tomorrow," Vaughn answered and turned around to step out of the room, leaving me to look at Will.
I smirked at him before walking over and enveloping him into a hug. "You have such perfect timing."
"Why's that?" He asked and pushed away slightly to look at me with questioning eyes.
I blushed, and lowered my head, trying to hide my smile. "No reason," I looked up to see him with a grin on his face.
"You and Vaughn—"
"How about you and Francie?" I quickly averted the subject. Now it was his turn to smile and look away, and he began unpacking his clothes.
"We're good. Of course she wasn't too pleased about the trip, since I said I was going to Fiji...But hey, that's the way our lives are now."
I felt a twinge of pain for my best friend who could never know the secrets both Will and I had now. I didn't even want Will to have this kind of life that's filled with lies, but sadly he was brought in not under his will.
"Hey Syd," Will stared at me as I snapped out of the daze. "You okay?"
I smiled up at him sadly, then looked down again and sighed. "Francie."
"I know," He said, hugging me once more. "Think of it like this now, we're both protecting her."
I smirked, looking at him. "You...protect someone?"
"Uh huh! Remember when I..." He blanked, causing me to grin.
"That's right, go to the loser's couch."
"Digital?"
"Sadly."
He practically ran out of the room to get into the living room as soon as possible. I laughed, walking over to the bed and closing the CD cover. I walked to the living room and watched the two guys as they enjoyed their sports.
Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad time.