Title: Rainy LA Days

Pairing: S/V

Summary: Sydney and Vaughn have a chance encounter in high school.

Rating: Pg

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the "Alias" world, but would like to. I'm sure all of the $$ could help pay my college tuition.

Feedback: Sure, as long as it's constructive. Keep in mind; I'm relatively new to the fanfiction writing world, so I'm seeeensitive.

They meet on a rainy afternoon, one of few that occur during the dry LA winters.

She is walking to the school library, engrossed with the book she is reading. Ignoring the fat, squishy, silvery ropes of rain pounding down around her, (her hair was tucked neatly away in her macintosh,) her head had been bent over her book, and she hadn't been paying attention to where she had been going.

Engrossed and distracted with Stoppard's "Rosencrantz and Guildernstern Are Dead", her normally excellent sense of direction has led her astray, leading her towards a student, instead of the library door, as she had wanted.

She walks directly into him, only looking up and noticing him, when she hears his yelp of pain. He had been leaning against the wall, next to the library, looking down, and apparently hadn't noticed her coming, either.

She blushes furiously, stammering an apology, and turns away from him, prepared to make a quick escape, when she had feels his hand on her shoulder.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I don't know your name, but I was wondering if you could help me with something."

"Sure." She blushes again, embarrassed to have an obviously older boy talking to her.

She looks up into his face, noticing for the first time, how good looking, he really is. She's normally more into books then guys, but she admits to herself, that there is something about this guy, something that is special.

His eyes are green, ('Like the dark jade that mom used to wear' she thinks,) and he has dimples that gift his face. His hair is light brown, and is ruffled by the wind and the rain that are howling around them, with abandon.

He grins at her, and holds at a map to her.

"I'm looking for the administration office. Could you point me in the right direction?"

Tearing her eyes away from the glow that seems to radiate from his infectious grin, she looks down, pulls out a pen, circles a square, and looks up at him again.

"Walk down the hall, make a right at the drinking fountain, and then up the hill. You can't miss it." She points in the general direction he'll have to go in, while keeping her eyes trained on his face.

"Thanks, um."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Sydney. Sydney Bristow."

He reaches out and takes her offered hand, and shakes it firmly.

"My name's Michael Vaughn. Nice to meet you, Sydney"