Title: Under the Mistletoe
Author: Jaycee
E-mail/Feedback: Jaycee
Hey guys! This is my first time to write an alias fan fiction. Please be easy on me. I don't get to watch alias here in the Philippines so I just know about the show through websites and the transcripts. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. Alias is the creation of a wonderful man named J.J Abrams and Bad Robot Productions, and is owned by ABC and Touchstone.
Classification: Sydney/Vaughn romance
Summary: From Vaughn's POV, this is about the much-awaited gift that he's going to give Sydney
Rating: PG - 13
This is it, Vaughn. You bought this gift, and you're going to give it to her. This will probably change everything, but you have to do it. You need to do it.
I know, I know. I'm her handler, and thinking these romantic thoughts about Sydney Bristow is not good. Hell! It's insane! I could get fired over this. But, I don't know. This is different. After everything that has happened with Alice, maybe I should give this thing with Sydney a chance. I deserve it. She deserves it! I should take thing slow, I know. But, my heart is steering me to another direction. To Sydney Bristow.
Sydney. Her warm eyes, her lithe, athletic body… her musical voice. I love everything about her! She understands my work and why certain things have to happen in this world. And the way she works – wow! She's simply the best agent I have ever known. And it's not only her work. It's the way she is with her friends… giving them love and understanding that she shouldn't even be giving too much of attention since she is making the world a better place for them. It's how she is with her father – trying so hard to give him a benefit of a doubt even though she's not so sure of who he really is.
A car honked, three times. Oh my God! I'm in the middle of the street. Stop thinking about her, Michael. God! You might end up in the morgue before you can give this gift to her…. before you tell her how she really means to you.
Opening the door to the storage facility, I listen in. Okay… coast is clear. I made my way to the storage boxes strewn over the floor, which serves as impromptu chairs since there are no such things as those in here. I sit, somewhat patiently, straining to hear the authorative sound of her high-heeled shoes.
Ten minutes later, I hear it. She's coming. And not a moment too soon, as I checked my watch. Then, I saw her. She's beautiful.
Clearing my throat, I put the package beneath my jacket, saving it for later.
"Hey." She said, smiling at me.
"Hi. How are you doing?"
"I've had better days. But, what else is new, right?" she laughed deprecatingly. I nodded.
"You really should rest up, Sydney."
"I know. I know. I just hope that I'll have a relaxing Christmas this year."
She sank onto a box, moving around to get comfortable.
"I think you're going to have one." I assured her and decided that it's time for the gift. "So, Sydney…" I look down at the floor, not knowing how to start this.
"Yah?" she asked. Suddenly, a phone rings. She flashed me an apologetic smile and answered her phone. "Hello? Oh hey Will. Yah. I just got back from my business trip…" I felt my heart constrict painfully as she talked to her friend, Will.
He is such a lucky guy, being able to talk to Sydney so casually about anything and everything while here I am, only allowed to talk to her about cruel things…. Things that could ruin lives…. Things that at one point ruined my life by taking my father away from me.
I looked up and saw her looking at me.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked, concerned. I shook my head slowly.
"No. Everything's fine."
"Is there anything you have to tell me? About Sd-6? Or the C.I.A. maybe?" she implied, her forehead's creased.
I shook my head again, feeling my courage start to dwindle. She sighed audibly, as if she's disappointed at me.
"Okay. I'll be going then." She said as she stood up. "Have a merry Christmas, Vaughn." She called out as she started to walk towards the door.
No! I heard my brain shout. You can't go! I need to give you something. I need to tell you something! With that, I felt my legs move. I ran towards her just as she went through the doorway.
"Sydney!" I called out. She stopped and slowly turned around, smiling shyly.
"Yes?" I stood before her, holding her by the shoulders.
"I…I want to give you something." She looked at me quizzically. And I knew just how she feels. "I just thought of buying you a gift this Christmas. I hope you like it. Merry Christmas." As I handed her the small wrapped box, I noticed that my hands were shaking. A lot. I hope she wouldn't notice.
"For me? This is so sweet of you. Thank you." She accepted the gift gratefully. She smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
As she bent her head down to open her gift, I raised my hand to my cheek. Such an innocent kiss. But still, it made my emotions rise up with a vengeance. I look at her. Her eyes shining brightly as she looked at the gift.
"Wow. I love it, Vau…. Michael." She looked at the picture frame with a picture of her and her mom when she was just a little girl. I smile at her, ecstatic that she loved it. "Where did you find this picture?"
"I wanted to give you a really special gift for Christmas, and I know how important your mother was to you. I just wanted to remind you of the happier time in you life. So, I researched for it and found it in one of your father's old files. I'm so glad that you like it."
"I love it! Thank you."
With that, she leaned over and gave me a hug. Without hesitating, I returned the hug. It just felt so right to have her in my arms. I didn't want the hug to end but I knew that it has to.
As we released each other, I noticed something green and red hanging on the doorway. I felt my eyes become huge as I realized what it was.
A mistletoe.
And we're under it.
My mind flashed back to the many times that I've been caught under the mistletoe. It was with Alice and every time we realize that were under it, we wouldn't hesitate… we would kiss each other, not caring what the other people would think.
I felt Sydney look at me and follow my gaze. "Oh." Was all she could say and I felt the temperature rise in the room.
"Ho…how did that get there?" she asked.
"I don't know." I barely whispered as I looked into her eyes.
I watched as she licked her lips and slowly lean towards me.
"So…you know the tradition right?" I heard her whisper as she slowly wrapped her arms around my neck.
I found myself pulling her close by wrapping my arms around her small waist.
"Yes. Shall we?" She nodded. And with that, I place my lips against hers.
Softly, I expressed my love for her through this wonderful kiss that we're sharing. I have never experienced a kiss like this in my entire life. Kissing Alice was good…. But kissing Sydney. No words…. Absolutely no words could ever describe what I feel right now.
We separated after a while, and I leaned forward to tease a few more kisses from her.
"Michael…." She whispered in between kisses. I pulled away and saw her smiling.
"Yes?" I asked as I gently released her.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." She confessed.
"I think I do." I answered truthfully.
Sydney looked at me in surprise. I smiled at her and pulled her closer for more kisses. I know that this is wrong. But, it feels so right to me. And I know that she feels the same way.
Whatever happens, I'm not going to let this one get away.