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Ok, well this takes place abut ten months after Sydney (apperently) died. Vaughn hasnt met Lauren, and WONT.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…wish I did, but I don’t!
Rating PG13 for Language and Suggestiveness
And so ill begin
VAUGHNS LITTLE ANGEL
CHAPTER ONE-
He had mourned her death. He had mourned the death of Sydney Anne Bristow, his one and only, true love. Not just that he mourned the death of someone he had yet to know. Now he'll never get the chance to meet his son or daughter. With Sydney he lost one thing that could have been left behind to remember her. He had gone to the funeral seen the tears rolling down there faces. They all mourned for one, he for two. Yet he didnt shed a sigle tear. He had to stay strong on the outside, but on the inside he was crumbling. Every day a little bit more of him died with her. He went to work hiding the loss he was sufering with a broken smile. Noone knew what he was going through but from the looks of him he was fine, on the outside.
He had given up all hope that she was still out there somewhere so thats when he turned to his new best friend. Alcohol.
At night he stayed up talking to her. Like she was right there next to him. Like she was telling him everything was going to be fine, and that there child was somewhere, and that she was watching her grow. One thing that struck him as odd was that when he tlaked to her she always brought up the subject of their child and tlaked about a her not an it she had specifically called there child her and she on many an occasion. He listened to her intently hanging on every word she had to say. In all truth he was jsut drunk tlaking to his dead girlfriend that meant more than the world to him. Discussing there child that was also lost to this world and to him, but he didnt care. He was always thinking about her. Thats why he drank. She tlaked to him then. He didnt really care if it was an illusion, all that mattered was seeing her face.
He had remembered when he first found out about his child. He was about to tell her he had booked two tickets to Santa Barbra.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"Syd, i did it..." He had started to say.
"Vaughn listen, i need to tlak to you about something." Sydney had said.
"Anything sweetheart what is it?" he asked seeing the worried look that was appearing on her face.
"Well, Micheal, you see, the thing is, well, im pregnant." She said stairing at the floor of the car.
"WHAT?!?" he had asked thinking he miss understood.
" I knew you would be upset, i shouldnt have told you maybe it just wasnt meant to.." she got interupted.
"Whoa, Syd, wait. I never siad i was upset. I love you. And a child is an even bigger symbol of that. I love you so much." he pulled a black box out of his coat pocket "This has been burning a hole in my pocket for about a week. I was going to wait a little longer, but.." now it was his turn to be interupted by Sydney who was extadic.
"OH MY GOD!" Sydney siad looking at the box.
"I love you Sydney Bristow will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he asked hoping he knew the answer.
"Yes of Course Michael. I love you too." he saw a not so pleasent look spread acroos her face. It took him a second to figure it out and then it hit him. "Were going to be a perfectly happy family."
"How is it that you always know exactly what to say?" she asked leaning in to kiss him. They kissed passiontly for about a minute and then Syd broke it apart.
"I just thought of something." she said
"What would that be?" Vaughn asked a little worried.
"In about a month im going to get FAT!" she got a look on her face as if she were in utter disgust.
Vaughn couldnt help but laugh. "I promise ill still love you anyways, and i will ALWAYS love you." then he kissed her.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
He wiped a tear that had fallen from his eye off of his cheek. If anyone ever saw him like this it would be the end of him. "What am i saying my life is over. It was over the day he took her form me." he thought to himself. With that thought he just let go off all self control. He started to cry uncontrolably. The door bell rang and he pulled himself together.
After washing his face with cold water to erease any evidence of the current event he oppened the door. It was pouring out. The rain looked as if it would flood the streets.
There was a man standing in the door with an arm full of blankets. The man was Director of the CIA, Kendall. He recognised him fairly quickly seeing as how he saw him every day at work.
Kendall just stood there for a second, not saying a word.
"Do you.." Vaungn started and stopped as Kendall shoved the blankets into his arms. It wasnt just blankets there was a baby inside those blankets. PINK blankets. The baby started to stir slightly and opened what must have been a her eyes.
Vaughn looked up to see Kendall almost all the way to his car."Wait he yelled, who is.." he stopped as the car bakced out of the drive way.
He looked back down at the small child that lay in his arms. Then he noticed her beautiful brown eyes. Thats when he relized he shouldnt have given up so easily, because he knew just by looking in that innocent angels eyes that Sydney was out there, still just alive as there child was. There child, the one that was now Vaughns to take care of and to protect.
"Maybe i wanst as drunk as i thought i was." he said to himself. He relized Sydney was the one in his mind, but she was right. She was watching her daughter grow. Not up but inside of her. And now she would watch over both of them until she came home.
TBC????
that depends on what you all thought of it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…wish I did, but I don’t!
Rating PG13 for Language and Suggestiveness
And so ill begin
VAUGHNS LITTLE ANGEL
CHAPTER ONE-
He had mourned her death. He had mourned the death of Sydney Anne Bristow, his one and only, true love. Not just that he mourned the death of someone he had yet to know. Now he'll never get the chance to meet his son or daughter. With Sydney he lost one thing that could have been left behind to remember her. He had gone to the funeral seen the tears rolling down there faces. They all mourned for one, he for two. Yet he didnt shed a sigle tear. He had to stay strong on the outside, but on the inside he was crumbling. Every day a little bit more of him died with her. He went to work hiding the loss he was sufering with a broken smile. Noone knew what he was going through but from the looks of him he was fine, on the outside.
He had given up all hope that she was still out there somewhere so thats when he turned to his new best friend. Alcohol.
At night he stayed up talking to her. Like she was right there next to him. Like she was telling him everything was going to be fine, and that there child was somewhere, and that she was watching her grow. One thing that struck him as odd was that when he tlaked to her she always brought up the subject of their child and tlaked about a her not an it she had specifically called there child her and she on many an occasion. He listened to her intently hanging on every word she had to say. In all truth he was jsut drunk tlaking to his dead girlfriend that meant more than the world to him. Discussing there child that was also lost to this world and to him, but he didnt care. He was always thinking about her. Thats why he drank. She tlaked to him then. He didnt really care if it was an illusion, all that mattered was seeing her face.
He had remembered when he first found out about his child. He was about to tell her he had booked two tickets to Santa Barbra.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"Syd, i did it..." He had started to say.
"Vaughn listen, i need to tlak to you about something." Sydney had said.
"Anything sweetheart what is it?" he asked seeing the worried look that was appearing on her face.
"Well, Micheal, you see, the thing is, well, im pregnant." She said stairing at the floor of the car.
"WHAT?!?" he had asked thinking he miss understood.
" I knew you would be upset, i shouldnt have told you maybe it just wasnt meant to.." she got interupted.
"Whoa, Syd, wait. I never siad i was upset. I love you. And a child is an even bigger symbol of that. I love you so much." he pulled a black box out of his coat pocket "This has been burning a hole in my pocket for about a week. I was going to wait a little longer, but.." now it was his turn to be interupted by Sydney who was extadic.
"OH MY GOD!" Sydney siad looking at the box.
"I love you Sydney Bristow will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he asked hoping he knew the answer.
"Yes of Course Michael. I love you too." he saw a not so pleasent look spread acroos her face. It took him a second to figure it out and then it hit him. "Were going to be a perfectly happy family."
"How is it that you always know exactly what to say?" she asked leaning in to kiss him. They kissed passiontly for about a minute and then Syd broke it apart.
"I just thought of something." she said
"What would that be?" Vaughn asked a little worried.
"In about a month im going to get FAT!" she got a look on her face as if she were in utter disgust.
Vaughn couldnt help but laugh. "I promise ill still love you anyways, and i will ALWAYS love you." then he kissed her.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
He wiped a tear that had fallen from his eye off of his cheek. If anyone ever saw him like this it would be the end of him. "What am i saying my life is over. It was over the day he took her form me." he thought to himself. With that thought he just let go off all self control. He started to cry uncontrolably. The door bell rang and he pulled himself together.
After washing his face with cold water to erease any evidence of the current event he oppened the door. It was pouring out. The rain looked as if it would flood the streets.
There was a man standing in the door with an arm full of blankets. The man was Director of the CIA, Kendall. He recognised him fairly quickly seeing as how he saw him every day at work.
Kendall just stood there for a second, not saying a word.
"Do you.." Vaungn started and stopped as Kendall shoved the blankets into his arms. It wasnt just blankets there was a baby inside those blankets. PINK blankets. The baby started to stir slightly and opened what must have been a her eyes.
Vaughn looked up to see Kendall almost all the way to his car."Wait he yelled, who is.." he stopped as the car bakced out of the drive way.
He looked back down at the small child that lay in his arms. Then he noticed her beautiful brown eyes. Thats when he relized he shouldnt have given up so easily, because he knew just by looking in that innocent angels eyes that Sydney was out there, still just alive as there child was. There child, the one that was now Vaughns to take care of and to protect.
"Maybe i wanst as drunk as i thought i was." he said to himself. He relized Sydney was the one in his mind, but she was right. She was watching her daughter grow. Not up but inside of her. And now she would watch over both of them until she came home.
TBC????
that depends on what you all thought of it.
And I beat the PM! HA! 
