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"Morning Marcus," Sydney said Monday morning as she entered their office. Dixon looked up from his laptop at the sound of her voice. It was way too happy for a Monday morning- it almost sounded as if she was singing.

"What is up with you?"

"What?" Sydney asked, getting her own laptop out of its bag.

"You." He eyed her closely. "You've got like a glow."

Sydney shook her head slightly. She had only known Dixon two years and still they knew each other so well. "A glow?"

"Yes, a glow. Now are you going to tell me what is going on?"

Sydney, beaming, held up her left hand. "Vaughn asked me to marry him."

"Oh Syd." Dixon got up and gave her a quick hug. "Congratulations."

"Thank-you." She sat down at her desk, smiling moonily.

Dixon watched her, chuckling to himself. The normally focused and organized Sydney Bristow was completely off the planet. Her students were going to absolutely love her today.

"Michael!" Keely burst into their office and shut the door behind her. "You need to hide."

"Why?" He'd only just arrived and hadn't even opened his bag.

"Nicola James broke her leg yesterday. They're looking for somebody to take her place on the year ten camp." She slumped onto her chair. "I'm off the hook, but I have it on good authority that you are the first pick."

"And I have to hide why?"

Keely stared at him, staggered. "Uh, hello? One hundred and fifty 15 and 16 year old girls for five days. Need I say anymore?"

Vaughn shrugged. "Doesn't sound all that bad. It could be fun." He smiled at Keely's bewildered expression. "If I'm asked, I'll go."

"Ok." Keely laughed. "Who are you and what have you done with Michael Vaughn?"

"I'm me, Keely." Vaughn replied. "The Middle School are just damn lucky that I happen to be in a fantastic mood today."

"And why is that? It's Monday morning and you have the year nine ferals first period." Keely cocked her head. "Are you on dope?"

"Nope." Vaughn grinned. "But this weekend I asked the most incredible woman on the planet to marry me and she said yes."

"Oh my god!" Keely cried. "Are you serious?"

Vaughn nodded as Keely jumped up and threw her arms around him. "Keely, calm down," he laughed. "You'll do yourself an injury."

"I can't help being excited." She slapped him lightly. "Ever since I met the two of you, I've known it would only be a matter of time before you asked her. Though, you just couldn't have held off for another two months could you?"

"Huh?"

"Lydia and I had a pool going."

"You what?"

"Yeah, and now instead of me," Keely reached into her handbag and pulled out a small notebook, "Jamie Miller is going to scoop the pool. Damn, I knew I should have picked September."

Vaughn let out a sigh as the last of the students exited the classroom. Last period- finished. Never before, in his two years of teaching, had he ever had so much trouble concentrating. A brief talk with Sydney over the phone at lunchtime confirmed that she was feeling the same way.

As Vaughn was gathering his books from his desk, there was a knock on his door. Expecting to see one of his students, Vaughn was surprised by the sight of Craig filling the doorframe.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Vaughn asked, walking across.

"I was just heading off. The woman in the office said I would find you here."

"Did you end up finding a place?" Vaughn inquired, leaning against the doorframe. "I meant to ask, but I kinda got distracted."

"I wonder why?" Craig chuckled. "And yeah, I did find somewhere to live."

"Where?"

"Will's."

"You're moving in with Will?"

"Yeah. He had the room and offered. It's a great apartment- I wasn't going to say no."

"When do you move in?"

"Saturday." Craig grinned slyly. "Think your hauling arms will be free?"

"I suppose." Vaughn replied. "As long as you make Weiss work too."

"Oh, I've already taken care of him." Craig laughed. "I told him that if he didn't help me move in, I wouldn't play in the hockey team."

"Nice."

"Anyway, I gotta go." Craig said. "I'll see you Saturday, ok"

"Yeah, see you."

Before Craig could head off, a group of students walked past. "Afternoon Mr Vaughn," they chorused.

"Afternoon girls." Vaughn replied and then turned to Craig who was shaking his head. "What?"

"Mr Vaughn…That is just weird."

Abby, Rachel and Elizabeth continued walking down the hall, with a few glances over their shoulders.

"Who was that guy Mr Vaughn was talking to?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know." Abby replied. "But he was hot."

"Hmm," Elizabeth agreed. "Hotter than Mr Vaughn?"

The three girls glanced at each other for a few seconds and then shook their heads, giggling.

"Nah." Abby declared. "Not possible."

"Do you know what I heard?" Elizabeth said conspiratorially.

"What?" The other two asked eagerly.

"That Mr Vaughn is like best friends with that Eric Weiss guy from the radio."

"No way!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Oh, he just keeps sounding better and better." Abby grinned.

"Abby, you have to stop lusting after our French teacher." Rachel said.

"Oh please," Abby shot back. "Most females…and some males, who lay eyes on him would be lusting after Mr Vaughn. Just look at him."

"True." Elizabeth agreed. "But unfortunately he's taken."

"Yeah." Abby and Rachel sighed.

"What have you done?" Sydney asked when she walked into the house Wednesday night. She had dropped by to visit Jack after school. His reaction to her and Vaughn's engagement was quite surprising. He really seemed genuinely happy about it.

She knew something was up when she walked in and the table set with the fancy dinnerware and candles, and smelt the roast cooking in the oven.

Vaughn walked across to Sydney, offering her a glass of wine. "What makes you think I've done something?"

"Um, maybe because I know you." Sydney replied, dropping her bag and taking the wine. "You hate cooking roasts because they take too long, you don't like these plates because they can't be washed in the dishwasher…"

"Anything else?" Vaughn asked, going back behind the kitchen bench.

"Yeah." Sydney leaned over the bench. "Your face is an open book, Michael Vaughn."

"Is that so?" Vaughn laughed.

"Yes. Now, why the big fancy dinner?"

"Two things."

"I knew it." Sydney grinned, sitting down on a stool. "Two things- no wonder you brought out the big guns. You are so transparent."

"One more word out of you, Bristow and I just might have to take that ring back."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try." Sydney scoffed. "Now, the two things?"

"One, I told Craig we'd help him move into Will's on Saturday."

"Well, that's not too big a deal. It doesn't really constitute a fancy dinner and candlelight. "Sydney took a mouthful of wine. "The second things must be really good."

"I agreed to go on the year ten school camp next month."

"How long is it?"

"A week."

"Ok." Sydney smiled, resting her chin on her hands. "You wasted a roast on this one, Vaughn. Getting rid of you for a week- it should be me who's doing the fancy dinner!"

"Right." Vaughn held out his hand. "Give it back."

"Uh uh." Sydney shook her head and held up her hand. "This baby is only being removed by force."

Vaughn raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Is that an invitation?"

Sydney stood up. "If that's how you want to interpret it."

Vaughn stepped around the bench. "I think it might be."

"Then get over here." Sydney said, gesturing with a finger. With a slow smile, Vaughn walked forward and pressed his lips into hers.