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vaznettiReedfic and shmoop. The Devil made me do it. No spoilers, really.
Title: Sketch of Bliss
Author: Vanzetti
Notes at end.
She's dozing when he comes home, her feet up on the sofa, and starts awake at the sound of the door, shaking off an odd guilty feeling. Two flights, Hong Kong and back again, and hours of debriefing. How long has it been since Michael slept?
It's as if she drew him to her by thinking his name: there he is in the doorway grinning across the room at her. "Hey," he says. "You waited up.".
She looks--she can't help it--for some sign of ambivalence, a hint that he's rather be elsewhere, but Michael's smile is entirely guileless. This is only one of the things she loves about him. "The Director rang and said you'd be late, and I thought..." She pushes the throw away and swings her feet to the floor. By the time she's standing, he's there, his arms around her.
"The Director, hunh?," he whispers into her hair. "The prodigal son really does get the star treatment."
"Was it difficult?" she asks, before she remembers that it might be tactless.
"It was strange. Like someone else's life, something I'd read about once. I missed you." His forehead is wrinkled with sincerity: he wants her to believe him, and so, she decides, she will. The simple alchemy of marriage, far more mysterious than anything she works on.
"You were only gone two days," she chides, then relents. "I missed you too." The motions are so familiar, her head tilting up, their lips meeting, her hands already under the sweater he's wearing. Every inch of his skin is known to her. She can feel his response in their kiss, feels the same urgency in herself as a yearning: to hold him, protect him, keep him safe.
He has to stop kissing her when he unbuttons her blouse: he has to see what he's doing.
"You aren't tired," she says.
"Never too tired for this." He grins, then. "Say 'knackered,' instead."
She rolls her eyes but repeats it. "Knackered."
"I'm knackered," he declares. He sounds like Mickey Rooney imitating Jamie Oliver: it's still the funniest thing she's ever heard. "Darling," and now it's Mickey Rooney imitating Jamie Oliver imitating the Queen, "I'm knackered. Let's go to bed."
They're still laughing as they stumble up the stairs.
End
Notes: There's a certain hubris involved in writing characters before they've even appeared on screen, I know, but I couldn't help it. I have a feeling that JJ is doing his best to help this kerfuffle along, and my response to being played is to play back. Plus, I wanted to get my version in before everyone jumped on the bandwagon and wrote happily married Vaughn and Lauren stories.
Go on. You know you want to.
Title: Sketch of Bliss
Author: Vanzetti
Notes at end.
She's dozing when he comes home, her feet up on the sofa, and starts awake at the sound of the door, shaking off an odd guilty feeling. Two flights, Hong Kong and back again, and hours of debriefing. How long has it been since Michael slept?
It's as if she drew him to her by thinking his name: there he is in the doorway grinning across the room at her. "Hey," he says. "You waited up.".
She looks--she can't help it--for some sign of ambivalence, a hint that he's rather be elsewhere, but Michael's smile is entirely guileless. This is only one of the things she loves about him. "The Director rang and said you'd be late, and I thought..." She pushes the throw away and swings her feet to the floor. By the time she's standing, he's there, his arms around her.
"The Director, hunh?," he whispers into her hair. "The prodigal son really does get the star treatment."
"Was it difficult?" she asks, before she remembers that it might be tactless.
"It was strange. Like someone else's life, something I'd read about once. I missed you." His forehead is wrinkled with sincerity: he wants her to believe him, and so, she decides, she will. The simple alchemy of marriage, far more mysterious than anything she works on.
"You were only gone two days," she chides, then relents. "I missed you too." The motions are so familiar, her head tilting up, their lips meeting, her hands already under the sweater he's wearing. Every inch of his skin is known to her. She can feel his response in their kiss, feels the same urgency in herself as a yearning: to hold him, protect him, keep him safe.
He has to stop kissing her when he unbuttons her blouse: he has to see what he's doing.
"You aren't tired," she says.
"Never too tired for this." He grins, then. "Say 'knackered,' instead."
She rolls her eyes but repeats it. "Knackered."
"I'm knackered," he declares. He sounds like Mickey Rooney imitating Jamie Oliver: it's still the funniest thing she's ever heard. "Darling," and now it's Mickey Rooney imitating Jamie Oliver imitating the Queen, "I'm knackered. Let's go to bed."
They're still laughing as they stumble up the stairs.
End
Notes: There's a certain hubris involved in writing characters before they've even appeared on screen, I know, but I couldn't help it. I have a feeling that JJ is doing his best to help this kerfuffle along, and my response to being played is to play back. Plus, I wanted to get my version in before everyone jumped on the bandwagon and wrote happily married Vaughn and Lauren stories.
Go on. You know you want to.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 02:21 pm (UTC)I did want to make it good, and not gratuitously trollish.
Provocateur
Date: 2003-08-19 02:07 pm (UTC)I love it.
I love it for what it is and for its evil, evil, meta-evil beauty.
Now who's willing to bustle on over to TWoP and post the link on the S/V thread?
Re: Provocateur
Date: 2003-08-19 02:24 pm (UTC)Now that would be cheating.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Evil is irresistible, isn't it? (And speaking of irresistible, have I told you how pretty your icon is?)
Re: Provocateur
Date: 2003-08-19 02:51 pm (UTC)Kidding. I was kidding. Honest!
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:07 pm (UTC)I like this very much. Elegantly stated, and so true.
I also think I want to write a Vaughn fic that states that going back to Syd in Hong Kong wasn't coming home, not for him, after seeing you write Vaughn coming home happy to Lauren.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:25 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this story--as I said to Anna, I didn't want to be gratuitous. I wanted to write something nice for them.
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:55 pm (UTC)::whispers:: You mean, if I start a trend, I get to be cool? For at least a second?
(Gee, can you tell what my place in the high school pecking order was?)
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Date: 2003-08-19 02:37 pm (UTC)His forehead is wrinkled with sincerity
Weee! That is possibly my favorite line in any fic ever. And I'm thrilled that you've written a happily married fic for this ship. To be completely honest, my own muse has only given me *looks over shoulder and whispers* angsty-MrsV fic, and I just cannot have that.
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 03:39 pm (UTC)Gah! Gah! Thought you'd get away with it by posting that here, huh? >:( Forget school. WRITE.
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:40 pm (UTC)Dude.
Duuuuuude.
*SQUEE!!!*
This is probably the only time I'd willingly read a Vaughn fic. HappyMarriedVaughn is just so adorable. Eeep. I can't believe I just wrote that. :o
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Date: 2003-08-19 10:26 pm (UTC)He is a cutie, isn't he? I'm glad you liked the fic--I can't believe I wrote something without Sark!
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:58 pm (UTC)*dramatic sigh* Now I want to watch this season. And I have never watched this show at ALL before!
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Date: 2003-08-19 10:27 pm (UTC)Oh yes. My evil plans are bearing fruit.
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Date: 2003-08-20 01:35 am (UTC)No kidding! I'll have you know that I sat up way past midnight not so long ago and read episode summaries and character bios for the first two seasons of this show which I've never seen, and which we *still* haven't got on cable (sometime this autumn is the new ETA). All due to your insidious, sinister influence, my dear.
So somehow I'm not so surprised to learn it was the Devil who made you do it. *g*
I really like the snippet, btw, and the start of the Sarkneyesque even more--sorry for being such a slacker with the commenting.
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Date: 2003-08-24 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-25 04:54 am (UTC)I have this frustrating feeling that Sark is the new Krycek and I'm missing out! (Not that anyone can take Alex's place, of course, but there might be room at his side.) The duplicity, the boyish handsomeness, the murky motivations, the Russian connection--I'm *so* his little fangirl, if the cable company could just start digging down our road and hook us up already!
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:02 pm (UTC)I love!
:D
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Date: 2003-08-19 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 07:37 pm (UTC)And wrinkly forehead is the cutest ever.
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Date: 2003-08-19 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-21 06:31 pm (UTC)Brilliant
Date: 2003-08-19 08:47 pm (UTC)Re: Brilliant
Date: 2003-08-19 10:30 pm (UTC)OK, really I was inspired by the idiots who had already decided to hate her, but hey, at least it got me some fic, right?