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07 June 2005 @ 04:21 pm
j/v spamlet  
I always get sappy songtracked scenes in my head. There's always one stuck there, unwritten, at any given time, in the fandom du jour. Right now it's a J/V scene set to Ryan Adam's "La Cienega." Which is one of those wince-worthy not-right choices, because it has the phrase "How'd I end up feeling so bad for such a little girl" in it. *shame*



But it's a beautiful song, and I imagine and may someday write this bit about how Jack and Vaughn are together, but no one knows, and there's a mission Vaughn's running via the ops center. And something goes wrong and it's reported back that Jack is killed. He's confirmed dead by one of the other senior agents. Vaughn just takes his headphone off and shuts down, walking away to lean over on a desk, broken in shock, torn to pieces, and not able to really show anyone what he's feeling. Sydney's away, not immediately available to learn the bad news. And Vaughn leaves the office and just disappears for the night. He comes back the next day--he's only there to clean out his desk. It's over for him. He's compelled to go in, because the night before was a torn ragged edge, unfinished, and he has to bring Dixon his resignation. He knows he'll have to do some clean-up work before they let him go, but he's just: I've got to get out of here. I don't want to ever come back to this place.

So he comes in and it turns out that everyone's been looking for him, but his phone's been turned off, and Dixon and Weiss come up in relief, but behind them is Jack, who is actually very much alive and has just gotten home. And Vaughn sees him and is frozen, stunned, and he just walks up to Jack and buries himself in his arms and then kisses him, and Jack completely lets him, because it's the kind of joy that can't be contained and he was anguished knowing that Vaughn believed him dead.

And Sydney never has to go through the angst, thankfully, because she was incommunicado.

Some of you will recognize that I totally stole this idea from astolat's SGA story Transcendental. Either that or I had the idea before I read it and her scene just resonated. I forget. My mind is a blurry windshield between me and the world.
 
 
 
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on June 7th, 2005 11:30 pm (UTC)
Awww. Poor Vaughn.
I *heart* your Alias fic, I really do.
julia_herejulia_here on June 7th, 2005 11:55 pm (UTC)
That was certainly better than anything that's happened to me in the past two hours. Lovely bit of story concentrate.

Julia, also, raining again
theseashore on June 8th, 2005 12:08 am (UTC)
Love and love and some love.
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Anna S.: jack-and-sydeliade on June 8th, 2005 02:01 am (UTC)
I have not! It's on my next shortlist of reading material though--that's the second time someone's mentioned it in the last week. (Though I think they were talking about the movie.) I need to read spy novels is the thing. ;)
wyoluvrwyoluvr on June 8th, 2005 03:11 am (UTC)
la cienga is very moody and sets the right mood for this kind of spamlet. which should be a story. because it would be cliche ridden and porny and i'd smooch you like mad.

not that the smooches would be bribes. or anything.

also, your spamlet scene is also a lot like the end of Latter Days, the Mormon boy meets debauched California gay dude movie.
Trepkos: Hallelujah by Evalinecetrepkos on June 8th, 2005 01:06 pm (UTC)
Huh. You nearly had me crying there.
Then I was all relieved.
I don't even watch the damn show!