Vaughn_Lovah
Vaughn's Chin Fondler
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>THIS FIC WAS CREATED AND WRITTEN BY VARTAN88</span>
I have her permission to post her fic here because it is the greatest fic I have ever read and I think you guys should get in on the fun too.
Vartan88:
My friends and I have this philosophy - a guy is even hotter when he's injured. :stretcher: Like take for example Brad Pitt in Seven...yum...he's hot in the beginning, but after he gets the felgercarb kicked out of him, he looks like totally hotter. We've decided that it's because they need some TLC when they are injured...they can't do everything for themselves and we find that extremely attractive...I know, we're , but what can I say? If I'm crazy, you can let me know...
So, as fair warning, Vaughn gets hurt in this story, and I mean HURT! Of course, Sydney is there to rescue him with that TLC I talked about, so never fear, there is smut ahead. I have like seriously 30 chapters of this puppy finished already...so if you like this, let me know, otherwise I'll just keep on trucking for myself...Ok? Ok.
So, without further ado, here is the first chapter (after all the other felgercarb)
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>"CAST NO SHADOW"</span>
All Alias characters are copyrights of ABC television and JJ Abrams. I don’t own a thing; so don’t sue me…no copyright infringement is intended. The doctors at Good Samaritan are real, and I just picked some names, so don’t sue me over that either. The only characters that are mine are Dr. Ramsay & Dr. Tom and the Evil Nurse & her Equally Evil Orderlies (it’ll all make sense later…). In addition, the title of the story and subsequent song comes from Oasis, and no infringement is intended there either. I love Oasis, and I’m proud of it! It’s my one guilty pleasure besides fan fiction. Long live the Ho’s!! Kahlil Gibran was awesome, so I use a lot of quotes from his book, but credit is given where credit is due. That should sufficiently cover my ass, now on with the story…
But not before the <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>*Spoilers*</span>: After “Truth Takes Time” but before the really crappy last two minutes of the season finale. No matter what JJ says, until my delusion is ruined in September, MY Alias world consists of Vaughn & Sydney together and happy damnit! JJ better have our favorite duo back together in like episode three or I’m picketing in front of his house…So, forget everything else that happened after TTT (except the fun sex parts and the drawer…and Kerry…yeah, that should do it). Oh, and I don’t like scary, freaky Francie, so she’s not a weird double. Michael Vartan is a God!
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Here’s a thought for every man who tries to understand what is in his head.
He walks along the open road of love and life, surviving if he can.
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say,
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay,
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say,
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.
As they took his soul, they stole his pride.
As they took his soul, they stole his pride.
As they took his soul, they stole his pride.
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.” - Oasis, “Cast No Shadow”
Chapter 1: Missing
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible." – T. E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia)
Sydney entered the CIA office like any other morning. The only difference was that this was one of the few mornings that she and Vaughn had not arrived together. They had left separately because Vaughn had to go in early. She nodded and chatted with a few other agents on her way to Vaughn’s desk. When she reached it, she was surprised to see that there seemed to be no sign of him. She found Weiss around the coffee machine, greedily eating a doughnut.
“Weiss, have you seen Vaughn this morning?” Sydney inquired.
“Um…no, I haven’t seen him yet…what you mean you too little bunnies didn’t come in together?” said Weiss in between bites.
“No, he had to get here early for a meeting. I wonder where he is…his computer isn’t even turned on and his jacket isn’t by his desk either. He should have been here hours ago.”
“Are you worried he found someone else? Oh! Maybe he stopped for coffee, met some really hot chick and ran off with her?!” joked Weiss.
“Eric, this isn’t funny. Where is he?” Sydney replied seriously.
“Sorry, Syd. I didn’t realize you were so worried. Let’s ask around. We’ll meet back at my desk in a few minutes, ok?” asked Weiss sympathetically.
“Yeah, ok,” replied Sydney.
They both set off in opposite directions, asking various agents if they had seen Vaughn. After a few minutes, Sydney and Weiss met up again.
“Did you find anything out?” Sydney asked impatiently.
“No, nobody’s seen him yet, at least not on this floor.” Weiss proceeded gently. “What meeting did he have?”
Sydney was quiet a moment, and then said “I think he said he had a briefing with Kendall and my father about what happened in Tuscany. My father didn’t think I needed to be there until later, when they started talking about where we go from here.”
“Ok, well, let’s find Jack. Maybe he’s seen Mike.” Weiss can tell that this really isn’t settling Sydney at all. They find Jack a few minutes later.
Sydney anxiously interrupts the conversation Jack is having with Kendall. “Dad, have you seen Vaughn this morning? Oh, sorry to interrupt…”
Jack looks to Sydney “No, we haven’t. In fact, we were about to ask you the same question.”
Kendall then broke in “Yes, he missed the meeting we had scheduled.”
“And you didn’t think that was strange?” asked Sydney accusingly.
“Excuse me young lady, but Agent Vaughn’s personal whereabouts are not my concern. His timeliness is only of concern to me if it affects his work performance. In this case, his failure to show up for our meeting is of concern to me, not why he was late.”
“Sydney, did you see him earlier?” Jack asked, trying to get the situation back to the matter at hand.
“He left before me,” she looked at Kendall, “to make it to his scheduled meeting this morning.”
Kendall had a look of extreme dissatisfaction.
“Ok, so let’s look at what we know,” reasoned Jack, “we know he left and has yet to arrive. That doesn’t necessarily mean anything terrible, he could have just had car trouble. Perhaps we should give him a few more hours, see if he calls.”
“Why is everyone taking this so lightly?” Sydney yelled. “With all that’s happened – my mother escaping and Emily being shot, there isn’t a cause NOT to take this seriously. If he would have had car trouble, he would have called by now. The only reason he wouldn’t have called would be because he can’t call!”
“Look Agent Bristow, first, you need to calm down an–“
Sydney cut Kendall off, “Don’t tell me to calm down! The longer we wait to see if Vaughn is going to call could be costing him his life. I’m not going to stand around and wait for that to happen.” Sydney stormed off out of the Ops Center. Weiss had been watching the scene from afar and went after Sydney.
Jack called after her, “Sydney! Wait!”
He was just about to take off after her as well when Kendall replied, “Jack, you better wrangle your daughter. Her personal feelings are starting to conflict with her job. You may have the authority now, but that doesn’t mean that you can favor your daughter as though she weren’t an agent like everyone else. Her behavior is not beyond reproach.”
“When my daughter needs wrangling, it’ll be to pry her off of you. You’re the one who played off of her emotions with Derevko. If Vaughn is in trouble, which she seems to be making an avid case for, then her emotions aren’t unfounded. Her behavior in this situation is quite adept. I’m not going to discipline her like a schoolchild misbehaving. Now, if there is nothing else, I’m going to go help my daughter.” With that, Jack turned and walked out of the Ops Center leaving an open-mouthed Kendall to ponder the conversation that had just taken place.
Three hours later, Sydney, Jack and Weiss had covered every inch of highway between Sydney’s house and the CIA building. They found no trace of Vaughn anywhere. They moved onto Vaughn’s apartment thinking maybe he stopped off there, but again reached a dead end. After discussing other alternate routes that Vaughn could have taken, Sydney suddenly realized that Vaughn could have stopped off for coffee as they sometimes did in the morning. Upon arrival at the coffee shop, Sydney was relieved to find Vaughn’s car parked in the alleyway adjacent to the shop. She ran into the shop and frantically searched for Vaughn. However, there were few customers in the shop at this late hour of the morning. She made Weiss go check the Men’s bathroom but Vaughn wasn’t in there either. She immediately ran back out to the car, hoping to find some trace or clue of Vaughn’s whereabouts. The keys were in the car but there was no sign of Vaughn and thankfully, Weiss’ idea that Vaughn might have been stashed in the trunk was also unfounded.
“Damnit! We’re back to square one!” screamed Sydney as the tears began to flow.
Jack went over to his daughter and placed a comforting arm around her shoulder. “Sydney, Kendall was right about one detail – you need to calm down if we are going to find Vaughn. You won’t be any help to him if you don’t use some reason here.”
Sydney shook out of her father’s embrace. “How can you say that? How can you be so calm? If this isn’t evidence of Sloane’s payback, I don’t know what is!”
Weiss piped up, “We don’t know that it’s Sloane, Sydney.” What was meant to be a comforting statement, only furthered to enrage her more.
“DON’T KNOW THAT IT’S SLOANE? Who the f*** else could it be? Most normal people don’t just randomly pick off CIA Agents for fun!”
People on the street were stopping to look in their direction at Sydney’s continued outbursts.
“Sydney, please, this isn’t helping…Let’s assume for the moment that it is Sloane that is behind Vaughn’s disappearance,” Jack placated. “That means that he will eventually want us to know that they have him. And no doubt he’ll want something for Vaughn’s safe return.”
“Or he could just want revenge for his wife’s murder and is taking it out on Vaughn or trying to hurt me through him.”
“That is a possible scenario.” Jack reluctantly agreed. The three stood in silence for a few moments, until Sydney could take no more.
“Ok, so, where do we go from here? What do we do now?”
Jack looked to Weiss whose head had dropped to look at the cement and then back to Sydney. “I’m sorry, Sydney, but really, all we can do is wait. Wait for Sloane to contact us with demands.”
“And what if all he wants is Vaughn dead?” Sydney asked.
Jack had no answer for that question and he dared not think of what an affirmative answer to it would mean.
TBC... (I've always wanted to say that!)
Hahahahahaha! The power is mine!! <clears throat>
Ok, I'm good now, over my little power trip, but it is kind of exciting for me...
So, or
:nervous: Let me know :ermm:
vartan88
I have her permission to post her fic here because it is the greatest fic I have ever read and I think you guys should get in on the fun too.
Vartan88:
My friends and I have this philosophy - a guy is even hotter when he's injured. :stretcher: Like take for example Brad Pitt in Seven...yum...he's hot in the beginning, but after he gets the felgercarb kicked out of him, he looks like totally hotter. We've decided that it's because they need some TLC when they are injured...they can't do everything for themselves and we find that extremely attractive...I know, we're , but what can I say? If I'm crazy, you can let me know...
So, as fair warning, Vaughn gets hurt in this story, and I mean HURT! Of course, Sydney is there to rescue him with that TLC I talked about, so never fear, there is smut ahead. I have like seriously 30 chapters of this puppy finished already...so if you like this, let me know, otherwise I'll just keep on trucking for myself...Ok? Ok.
So, without further ado, here is the first chapter (after all the other felgercarb)
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>"CAST NO SHADOW"</span>
All Alias characters are copyrights of ABC television and JJ Abrams. I don’t own a thing; so don’t sue me…no copyright infringement is intended. The doctors at Good Samaritan are real, and I just picked some names, so don’t sue me over that either. The only characters that are mine are Dr. Ramsay & Dr. Tom and the Evil Nurse & her Equally Evil Orderlies (it’ll all make sense later…). In addition, the title of the story and subsequent song comes from Oasis, and no infringement is intended there either. I love Oasis, and I’m proud of it! It’s my one guilty pleasure besides fan fiction. Long live the Ho’s!! Kahlil Gibran was awesome, so I use a lot of quotes from his book, but credit is given where credit is due. That should sufficiently cover my ass, now on with the story…
But not before the <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>*Spoilers*</span>: After “Truth Takes Time” but before the really crappy last two minutes of the season finale. No matter what JJ says, until my delusion is ruined in September, MY Alias world consists of Vaughn & Sydney together and happy damnit! JJ better have our favorite duo back together in like episode three or I’m picketing in front of his house…So, forget everything else that happened after TTT (except the fun sex parts and the drawer…and Kerry…yeah, that should do it). Oh, and I don’t like scary, freaky Francie, so she’s not a weird double. Michael Vartan is a God!
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Here’s a thought for every man who tries to understand what is in his head.
He walks along the open road of love and life, surviving if he can.
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say,
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay,
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say,
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.
As they took his soul, they stole his pride.
As they took his soul, they stole his pride.
As they took his soul, they stole his pride.
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.” - Oasis, “Cast No Shadow”
Chapter 1: Missing
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible." – T. E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia)
Sydney entered the CIA office like any other morning. The only difference was that this was one of the few mornings that she and Vaughn had not arrived together. They had left separately because Vaughn had to go in early. She nodded and chatted with a few other agents on her way to Vaughn’s desk. When she reached it, she was surprised to see that there seemed to be no sign of him. She found Weiss around the coffee machine, greedily eating a doughnut.
“Weiss, have you seen Vaughn this morning?” Sydney inquired.
“Um…no, I haven’t seen him yet…what you mean you too little bunnies didn’t come in together?” said Weiss in between bites.
“No, he had to get here early for a meeting. I wonder where he is…his computer isn’t even turned on and his jacket isn’t by his desk either. He should have been here hours ago.”
“Are you worried he found someone else? Oh! Maybe he stopped for coffee, met some really hot chick and ran off with her?!” joked Weiss.
“Eric, this isn’t funny. Where is he?” Sydney replied seriously.
“Sorry, Syd. I didn’t realize you were so worried. Let’s ask around. We’ll meet back at my desk in a few minutes, ok?” asked Weiss sympathetically.
“Yeah, ok,” replied Sydney.
They both set off in opposite directions, asking various agents if they had seen Vaughn. After a few minutes, Sydney and Weiss met up again.
“Did you find anything out?” Sydney asked impatiently.
“No, nobody’s seen him yet, at least not on this floor.” Weiss proceeded gently. “What meeting did he have?”
Sydney was quiet a moment, and then said “I think he said he had a briefing with Kendall and my father about what happened in Tuscany. My father didn’t think I needed to be there until later, when they started talking about where we go from here.”
“Ok, well, let’s find Jack. Maybe he’s seen Mike.” Weiss can tell that this really isn’t settling Sydney at all. They find Jack a few minutes later.
Sydney anxiously interrupts the conversation Jack is having with Kendall. “Dad, have you seen Vaughn this morning? Oh, sorry to interrupt…”
Jack looks to Sydney “No, we haven’t. In fact, we were about to ask you the same question.”
Kendall then broke in “Yes, he missed the meeting we had scheduled.”
“And you didn’t think that was strange?” asked Sydney accusingly.
“Excuse me young lady, but Agent Vaughn’s personal whereabouts are not my concern. His timeliness is only of concern to me if it affects his work performance. In this case, his failure to show up for our meeting is of concern to me, not why he was late.”
“Sydney, did you see him earlier?” Jack asked, trying to get the situation back to the matter at hand.
“He left before me,” she looked at Kendall, “to make it to his scheduled meeting this morning.”
Kendall had a look of extreme dissatisfaction.
“Ok, so let’s look at what we know,” reasoned Jack, “we know he left and has yet to arrive. That doesn’t necessarily mean anything terrible, he could have just had car trouble. Perhaps we should give him a few more hours, see if he calls.”
“Why is everyone taking this so lightly?” Sydney yelled. “With all that’s happened – my mother escaping and Emily being shot, there isn’t a cause NOT to take this seriously. If he would have had car trouble, he would have called by now. The only reason he wouldn’t have called would be because he can’t call!”
“Look Agent Bristow, first, you need to calm down an–“
Sydney cut Kendall off, “Don’t tell me to calm down! The longer we wait to see if Vaughn is going to call could be costing him his life. I’m not going to stand around and wait for that to happen.” Sydney stormed off out of the Ops Center. Weiss had been watching the scene from afar and went after Sydney.
Jack called after her, “Sydney! Wait!”
He was just about to take off after her as well when Kendall replied, “Jack, you better wrangle your daughter. Her personal feelings are starting to conflict with her job. You may have the authority now, but that doesn’t mean that you can favor your daughter as though she weren’t an agent like everyone else. Her behavior is not beyond reproach.”
“When my daughter needs wrangling, it’ll be to pry her off of you. You’re the one who played off of her emotions with Derevko. If Vaughn is in trouble, which she seems to be making an avid case for, then her emotions aren’t unfounded. Her behavior in this situation is quite adept. I’m not going to discipline her like a schoolchild misbehaving. Now, if there is nothing else, I’m going to go help my daughter.” With that, Jack turned and walked out of the Ops Center leaving an open-mouthed Kendall to ponder the conversation that had just taken place.
Three hours later, Sydney, Jack and Weiss had covered every inch of highway between Sydney’s house and the CIA building. They found no trace of Vaughn anywhere. They moved onto Vaughn’s apartment thinking maybe he stopped off there, but again reached a dead end. After discussing other alternate routes that Vaughn could have taken, Sydney suddenly realized that Vaughn could have stopped off for coffee as they sometimes did in the morning. Upon arrival at the coffee shop, Sydney was relieved to find Vaughn’s car parked in the alleyway adjacent to the shop. She ran into the shop and frantically searched for Vaughn. However, there were few customers in the shop at this late hour of the morning. She made Weiss go check the Men’s bathroom but Vaughn wasn’t in there either. She immediately ran back out to the car, hoping to find some trace or clue of Vaughn’s whereabouts. The keys were in the car but there was no sign of Vaughn and thankfully, Weiss’ idea that Vaughn might have been stashed in the trunk was also unfounded.
“Damnit! We’re back to square one!” screamed Sydney as the tears began to flow.
Jack went over to his daughter and placed a comforting arm around her shoulder. “Sydney, Kendall was right about one detail – you need to calm down if we are going to find Vaughn. You won’t be any help to him if you don’t use some reason here.”
Sydney shook out of her father’s embrace. “How can you say that? How can you be so calm? If this isn’t evidence of Sloane’s payback, I don’t know what is!”
Weiss piped up, “We don’t know that it’s Sloane, Sydney.” What was meant to be a comforting statement, only furthered to enrage her more.
“DON’T KNOW THAT IT’S SLOANE? Who the f*** else could it be? Most normal people don’t just randomly pick off CIA Agents for fun!”
People on the street were stopping to look in their direction at Sydney’s continued outbursts.
“Sydney, please, this isn’t helping…Let’s assume for the moment that it is Sloane that is behind Vaughn’s disappearance,” Jack placated. “That means that he will eventually want us to know that they have him. And no doubt he’ll want something for Vaughn’s safe return.”
“Or he could just want revenge for his wife’s murder and is taking it out on Vaughn or trying to hurt me through him.”
“That is a possible scenario.” Jack reluctantly agreed. The three stood in silence for a few moments, until Sydney could take no more.
“Ok, so, where do we go from here? What do we do now?”
Jack looked to Weiss whose head had dropped to look at the cement and then back to Sydney. “I’m sorry, Sydney, but really, all we can do is wait. Wait for Sloane to contact us with demands.”
“And what if all he wants is Vaughn dead?” Sydney asked.
Jack had no answer for that question and he dared not think of what an affirmative answer to it would mean.
TBC... (I've always wanted to say that!)
Hahahahahaha! The power is mine!! <clears throat>
Ok, I'm good now, over my little power trip, but it is kind of exciting for me...
So, or
:nervous: Let me know :ermm:
vartan88