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Sometimes Not

By Rach

Setting: Early on in the first season, probably around A Broken Heart.
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Rating: PG
Challenge: “Alcohol! Can one of them be drunk? And can there be kissage? Like pre first kissage.” No Alice or other significant others, and Weiss should be in it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, and I’m nowhere near good enough to try and lay a claim to it!!
Note: Emmypie! I think I managed it, even though you gave me enough bloomin’ restrictions! Merry Christmas love! I don’t care how unlikely it is that this would happen to Syd, it’s your own fault for wanting drunkness! Also, I’ve decided I shouldn’t write Alias fic.

Vaughn watched Sydney on the monitors, a concerned look on his face. “Weiss … prepare an extraction team. Or just go in yourself. Whatever. I’ll get over to the other exit and meet you there.” As Weiss nodded and opened the van door, Vaughn placed a hand on his arm. “Just get her out.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. How come he hadn’t noticed someone spiking Sydney’s drink – this was exactly the kind of thing he was supposed to stop from happening. As he put the van into gear, he pulled over to the exit they’d planned to meet Sydney from. He was just glad it was a Christmas party and one more drunk woman wasn’t going to make much difference.

He watched over the monitors as Weiss entered the room and escorted Sydney out of the building. At worst, Devlin would be pissed – at least her cover wasn’t blown.

As Weiss ushered her into the van, Sydney giggled, and Weiss followed her, rolling his eyes. “Scoot,” he commanded Vaughn. I’m not dealing with her all the way back. You’re her handler. Also, it’s your fault this happened. I’ll drive.”

Accepting the blame, Vaughn climbed back to sit with Syd, and she immediately grabbed his jacket by the lapels and grinned at him.

“Vaughn?”

Placing his hands over hers and removing them gently from his jacket, he curled an arm around her, hoping to encourage her to go to sleep. “Yeah?” he whispered.

“You have pretty eyes.” She wriggled from his arm and turned so she could face him, and put a finger to his lips. “And a nice smile.”

Stretching up, she smiled. “I like you. You’re way better than Sloane, although you’re not my boss, and he’s not hot like you. So I shouldn’t even compare you two, I guess, and you know what else? I think we should be allowed out in public together. Because I can so kick anyone’s ass who might say anything otherwise.” She finished her speech with a nod, and chancing a look at Weiss, Vaughn smiled. He watched his friend singing along with the radio, totally oblivious to what was going on in the back of the van, and placed a kiss on Sydney’s lips. What the heck, she probably wouldn’t remember it tomorrow anyway.

As she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her grin, he leant towards her ear. “It doesn’t always have to be about kicking ass,” he whispered.

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