FIC: It's STUCK!!!
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It's Stuck
by Kara B.
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An Alias Ficlet
Rating: PG
Summary: Sweiss - with the line "It's stuck!"
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"IT'S STUCK!!!!" Eric bellowed.
"Then take it off."
"Sydney, when I said it's stuck. I mean that it's stuck."
"Eric, stop being a baby and rip the thing off. It's just a band-aid," she replied, giving him a glare. When she did turn back to him, his mouth had fallen into a pout and his puppy dog eyes were boring into her. "You're being a big baby Eric," she told him, but moved over beside him. "It's not even that deep a cut." She carefully peeled back the band-aid, watching as he winced. "Good heavens, if you were this bad when you got shot, it's a wonder they didn't throw you out of the hospital weeks before they did."
"It hurts," he said again, pouting.
"Eric?" she asked, leaning in close and getting his attention. He looked up at her. "You've milked this for all it's worth. It was cute for a while, but now I'm tired and it's getting a bit old."
"At least it got you here," he whispered back, leaning in to kiss her lips gently.
"Are you sure you're up for such strenuous activity so soon after being wounded?" she asked impishly.
"This I think I can handle... but why not live dangerously?" he replied and they kissed again. The rattling of a key in the door lock startled them and they pulled apart. He sighed. "Forgot Vaughn has the key to my apartment..."
Sydney nodded and went back to the stove to finish cooking the spaghetti.
A fist knocked on the door. "Hey Eric! It's stuck!"
Sydney and Eric glanced at each other and then burst into giggles. Before going to let Michael Vaughn inside, Eric took a moment to steal one more kiss from Sydney. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I should go let Mike in..."
"You can't... you're stuck."
He glanced once at the door, then back at her. "What the heck, I am aren't I?"
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