Betha Bristow
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i really want to read more! it's grat so far! but who's Ailish's 'daddy'?
bluheart13
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I SERIOUSLY NEED MORE!!!!!!!!!!!IM GOING TO DIE HERE SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mrs. Karie Vartan
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Can't wait for the next chapter. 
-Karie-
-Karie-
Ms.MichaelVaughn
Cadet
I REALLY LOVE THE STORY 
IT IS SO WELL WRITTEN AND THERE ARE PARTS IN THE STORY WHERE I'M REALLY CLOSE TO START CRYING :mellow:
I CAN'T HARDLY WAIT TO READ THE NEXT CHAPTER :syd4:
IT IS SO WELL WRITTEN AND THERE ARE PARTS IN THE STORY WHERE I'M REALLY CLOSE TO START CRYING :mellow:
I CAN'T HARDLY WAIT TO READ THE NEXT CHAPTER :syd4:
Mrs. Karie Vartan
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Hey, would someone mind PMing me when the new chap is posted?? I would really appreciate it. Thanks.
-Karie-
Thanks.-Karie-
Alias_luver33
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Hey, who's Ailish's father?? Obviously he died, but who is he? Wasn't it someone named Andrew?? Who the heck is Andrew? I'm beating myself up trying to figure this out!!!!! YOU HAVE TO POST-FAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M HYPERVENTILATING!!!!!!
~Shammi~
~Shammi~
Vaughn_Lovah
Vaughn's Chin Fondler
ah yes we need more soon! ^_^
^_^Alias Elle
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Calm down, Alias_luver33. I believe she will be posting soon...Alias_luver33 said:Hey, who's Ailish's father?? Obviously he died, but who is he? Wasn't it someone named Andrew?? Who the heck is Andrew? I'm beating myself up trying to figure this out!!!!! YOU HAVE TO POST-FAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M HYPERVENTILATING!!!!!!
~Shammi~
And in the case of Ailish's father, I believe Andrew died.
That's just my interpretation. This was a great little section by the way!
~Me :angel2:
wildwildrae
Cadet
good job, once again. Perhaps posting more is in your agenda?
Perhaps if I slip a little :money: g-money to ya honey ... it'll get posted faster?
:shh: shh! don't tell anyone!
heehee,
Rachel
Perhaps if I slip a little :money: g-money to ya honey ... it'll get posted faster?
:shh: shh! don't tell anyone!
heehee,
Rachel
Addicted to Alias
Cadet
Hey, post more, I'm dying. I love this story, it's great. Please post more. Things need to get resolved with Sydney and Vaughn, like soon. The three of them nedd to be one happy family, mother, daughter, and father, not uncle. Post!!!!!!!!!!
I hope I'm posting the right chapter. Thanks all for the kind words! Another chapter should be posted tomorrow. Luv ya!
Read on.
Chapter 6
One month later….
“And what’s the situation so far?”
“We don’t know. The intel we have is very little, and from unreliable sources.”
“We have to send someone in.”
“It will be hard, Vaughn. They don’t let just anyone in.”
“Then we have to make sure we send someone they will. It won’t be just anyone. ” Vaughn took the phone, and dialed one. ““Isabelle, ayez-moi sur la ligne avec Liam Wickham et apportez-moi les rapports, s'il vous plaît.”
Ethan, the agent discussing the case with Vaughn, looked dubious.
“Wickham? Are you sure?”
Vaughn nodded.
“He’s the best for the case. Discreet, but efficient. Plus, he’s from London, he’ll feel right at home.”
“How long do you think it will take him to get in?”
“I don’t know.”
“Give it a guess.”
“I-“ The phone rang, interrupting him. “Excuse me. Oui, Isabelle?”
*-*-*-*
“bon soir. Douzième étage, s'il vous plâit?” She nodded to the elevator man. He nodded back, glancing only briefly to the little girl holding her hand, smiling and bouncing on her heels.
“Mommy, why everyone here speaks funny?” Ailish whispered, looking up at Sydney.
“It’s French, honey.”
“But Uncle Michael taught me different.”
“That’s because he only taught you a little. When you grow up we’ll teach you more.”
“Alright…”
The elevator got to the twelfth floor, and they walked out, and towards the desk where a secretary stood.
“Le bureau de Michael Vaughn, s'il vous plaît.”
The woman gave her quick directions, and Sydney thanked her with a smile. She must have gone crazy, she thought as she turned around a corner, to come to France like that, just to see him.
She opened the door to Vaughn’s office, and found a small anteroom, where yet another secretary was working at a desk. The woman looked at her inquisitively, glancing down at Ailish, and then back at Sydney.
“Est-ce-que je peux vous aider?”
“What did she said, mommy?” Ailish asked.
“She asked if she can help us, honey.”
“Who is she? Where’s Uncle Michael?”
“You’re Mr. Vaughn’s sister?” the secretary said, now in English. “I didn’t know he had one.”
“No, no. I’m a friend. My daughter just likes to call him-“
“Isabelle, j'ai besoin de ces rapports vraiment. Vous faits -” Vaughn broke off as he walked inside the anteroom and found Sydney and Ailish standing there. He blinked. “Syd? What are you-“
“Classes are off. I was bored.”
Vaughn smiled a huge, ear-to-ear, face-lightening grin. He took two long strides, and before Sydney knew he has hugging her, and she was flooded by an exhilarating relief; relief for holding him again, for feeling him again, for knowing his scent hadn’t changed… Relief for being with him after what had been only one month, but had seemed like one century…
Neither of them said what was obvious. They had missed each other. It showed in their smiles, in their eyes, in the air around them. Ailish’s look of happiness as he hugged her was one it would be engraved in Vaughn’s mind in the same way the expression of her face when he left had been.
Three faces, close together, lit up with the joy of reencounter.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” Vaughn said, Ailish on his arms, clutching tightly to his neck, as if he would vanish if she didn’t.
“Honestly, me neither.” Sydney answered, with a laugh.
“Vaughn, we have a schedule here. Don’t you- Oh, hello.” Ethan smiled at Sydney, and then looked at the little girl at Vaughn’s arm.
Vaughn made the proper introductions.
“Ethan McGowan, Sydney Bristow and her daughter, Ailish. Syd, this is Ethan, I don’t think you’ve met him when you worked at the agency.”
“No, I’m afraid not. It’s a pleasure.”
“The pleasure is all mine. So you’re Sydney Bristow…”
Sydney looked him from the corner of her eye.
“Yes. Why?”
“No, it’s nothing… you’re just kind of famous, and not only at the U.S. office. I’ve been here for a while now and I can tell you, your fame has crossed the Atlantic.”
“My fame? “
“Oh, yes. You’re a myth. It’s always ‘Sydney would have done it’, ‘If Sydney were here’, ‘Sydney would have known it’ …”
“Is that so?” Sydney was starting to grow amused.
“They have a picture of you on the third floor, so the interns will have someone to look up to.” Ethan said, with a wink.
“That’s not true.” Vaughn muttered, embarrassed.
Ethan ignored him.
“And you won the agency beauty contest, despite of the fact that you have never set foot here. Until now, that is.” He smiled charmingly at her once more. “I would ask for your autograph, maybe a picture, but our Vaughn over here has the look of a man thirsty for blood, so I’ll just go now. Vaughn, we can finish our meeting later. It was a pleasure to meet you Sydney, and you too little girl.”
Ethan stopped to wink at Vaughn’s near-to-sixty secretary, and walked away.
“Quite a figure.”
“He’s a good agent, despite the constant flirting with anyone of the female kind. Too bad I will have to kill him now.”
“No, don’t do that. Your secretary would be devastated.” Sydney said, as Vaughn guided her inside his office, closing the door behind him.
“As would all the women from the fifth floor and above.”
“He is indeed quite charming.”
“That’s a subject on which I won’t opine.” Vaughn said, waiting for Sydney to sit down so he could do the same. “So, how was your flight? Ailish wasn’t afraid, were you, Aili?”
“Afraid? No, we got to see the clouds.” Ailish said, as if the two things were completely related.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, from really close. They were like big cotton candies; only there were only white ones, no pink or orange…. We couldn’t touch them though, because we couldn’t open the windows. I asked why, and mommy said it could make the plane fall. I asked why again, and mommy said it was because of the atmos… atmosph…”
“Atmospheric pressure.” Sydney said promptly.
“Yes, that. And I asked why, and… what was it again, mommy?”
“The plane lady offered you a juice.”
“Oh, right. It was an orange juice, but I didn’t drink it because it was bitter.” Ailish made a face. “After that-” her sentence was interrupted by a huge yawn. She rubbed her eyes.
“Ailish is tired. She barely slept on the plane.” Sydney said, as she collected her daughter to her arms.
“I’m not tired.” Ailish protested, but contradicted herself by yawning once more.
“Of course you’re not, honey.” Vaughn said, getting up. “What about we go home now, and you continue telling me everything over dinner? Where are your things?”
“Oh, actually, Ailish and I are staying at a hotel.”
“You’re staying at a hotel? Sydney, this is ridiculous and you know it.”
“It wouldn’t be fair of us, to disturb your privacy… we didn’t even warn you we were coming.”
“I didn’t warn you I was coming to Ailish’s birthday either.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
“We’re two, you’re only one.”
“Your point being…”
“We take a lot of room, Ailish makes a mess, and-”
Vaughn cut her off.
“We are not having this discussion.” Vaughn said, determinately. “You’re staying at my place, and that’s the end of it.”
“Vaughn, there’s really no-”
“Sydney.”
“Alright, fine, we’ll stay at your place.”
“Glad you’ve come to your senses. Now, let’s go.”
“Up!” Ailish exclaimed, raising her arms to Vaughn, as Sydney put her down and got up.
“Up we go.” Vaughn said, picking her up and settling her on his shoulders.
“Go, horsy, go!” Ailish exclaimed, threading her fingers through his hair and using her free hand to pat his head.
Vaughn laughed, and trotted away with the girl, waving goodbye to his secretary.
*-*-*
“So, this is where you live.”
“This is where I live. May it never be said that the CIA is not concerned about its agent’s accommodations. I’ve got a hell of a view.”
Sydney laughed, and looked outside the window. A hell of a view indeed. She then looked back inside, and watched in silence as Vaughn deposited a sleeping Ailish on the couch and then kissed her forehead lovingly, brushing strands of her hair from her face.
Also a lovely view, Sydney thought distractedly.
Vaughn then walked to the kitchen, and opened the fridge.
“What do you want for dinner?” He asked, snapping her out of the daydream she hadn’t realized she had entered.
“What do you have?”
“Water and coffee powder.”
“Tempting, but I would like something a little more solid.”
“I usually eat at the diner near the office, so no food at home. We’ll have to order in, so my question still remains, what do you want for dinner?”
“Anything, as long as its warm, and quick.”
“Didn’t they feed you at that plane?”
“I don’t-”
“Like airplane food. Yeah, sorry, I forgot.” He picked up the phone, and started to dial a number. “Should we wake Ailish?”
“No, let her sleep. She didn’t seem to have any prejudice against airplane food. Except for that orange juice, that is.” She smiled, and he smiled back.
“Alright, then, so it’s just the two of us. Oh, yes, hello.” He said, and turned his attention to the phone.
*-*-*-*
“Pizza?”
“’Anything, as long as its warm, and quick’. Those were your words, I believe. They’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes? You couldn’t have made a better option, then. And how come you have nothing but water and coffee powder at your kitchen?”
“It’s a basic survival item.”
“Coffee?”
“How do expect me to write those lengthy reports that always seem to be due to the next day without coffee?”
“I grade tests without coffee.”
“You have unearthly powers.” Vaughn said.
“Yes, so I’ve been told.”
Vaughn laughed.
“Things are kind of a mess… I would have cleaned everything up, but I didn’t know you were coming…” he said, as he walked inside the room, Sydney’s bag in one hand and Ailish’s in the other.
“Oh, it’s ok, really…” Sydney said, surveying the room quickly. A few boxes pilled up in a corner, probably with things he wouldn’t need, or simply didn’t have the time to unpack, two single beds covered with battered quilts, a wooden wardrobe a small writing table, and that was it. “Never thought of using this room as a study or something of the kind?” She asked, because it was what she would have done.
He thought about it. He hadn’t. Because turning the room into a study would mean that he intended to stay there for a long time. And he didn’t. And just now he had fully realized it.
He didn’t want to stay. Just the idea of staying in France for good was too unbearable, ridiculous even, for him to even consider.
“No. It’s a good idea… guess the thought just never crossed my mind.” Vaughn said, and then added quickly, in an attempt of changing the subject. “I’m going to get some sheets.”
Sydney nodded.
She had just started to wonder why Vaughn had seem so… distraught, when she asked him about the study when the doorbell rang.
“Syd, can you get that?”
“Sure.” She said, and went to answer the door.
“There’s money in my wallet, it’s over the kitchen’s counter.”
Sydney found it, and opened it. Inside there was a picture of Ailish, and one picture of her. A picture from the day she had gone to the CIA office to tell them everything about SD-6. She didn’t even remember taking it, but then again she didn’t remember much about that day. The fact that Vaughn had kept that picture, for seven years, almost moved her to tears.
Taking hold of herself, Sydney answered the door and paid for the pizza.
“I’ll put Ailish in bed.” Vaughn said, walking inside the living room. “There are plates and glasses in the cupboard, do you mind getting them for me? Oh, think there’s also some wine in the fridge.”
“I thought you said you had only water and coffee powder.”
“Yeah, guess I just don’t drink the wine much, so it just slipped my mind.”
Sydney searched for the plates, as Vaughn carried Ailish to the bedroom. When he got back, Sydney was just finishing setting the kitchen table.
He watched her, as always did when she was not looking.
As if sensing his presence, she looked up, and smiled.
“If you don’t join me now, I’ll start eating without you.” she said.
He walked to the table and, as usual, waited for her to seat down before he could do it himself.
“I suppose this occasion deserves a toast.” Vaughn said, as he finished pouring the wine.
“In honor of what?”
“Yours.”
“Mine, no.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ours, then.”
“Alright, to our happiness.”
The smiled, and clicked their glasses, both wanting to have that happiness together, and both dreading the other would find out.
*-*-*-*
Thanks all for the kind words! Another chapter should be posted tomorrow. Luv ya!Read on.
Chapter 6
One month later….
“And what’s the situation so far?”
“We don’t know. The intel we have is very little, and from unreliable sources.”
“We have to send someone in.”
“It will be hard, Vaughn. They don’t let just anyone in.”
“Then we have to make sure we send someone they will. It won’t be just anyone. ” Vaughn took the phone, and dialed one. ““Isabelle, ayez-moi sur la ligne avec Liam Wickham et apportez-moi les rapports, s'il vous plaît.”
Ethan, the agent discussing the case with Vaughn, looked dubious.
“Wickham? Are you sure?”
Vaughn nodded.
“He’s the best for the case. Discreet, but efficient. Plus, he’s from London, he’ll feel right at home.”
“How long do you think it will take him to get in?”
“I don’t know.”
“Give it a guess.”
“I-“ The phone rang, interrupting him. “Excuse me. Oui, Isabelle?”
*-*-*-*
“bon soir. Douzième étage, s'il vous plâit?” She nodded to the elevator man. He nodded back, glancing only briefly to the little girl holding her hand, smiling and bouncing on her heels.
“Mommy, why everyone here speaks funny?” Ailish whispered, looking up at Sydney.
“It’s French, honey.”
“But Uncle Michael taught me different.”
“That’s because he only taught you a little. When you grow up we’ll teach you more.”
“Alright…”
The elevator got to the twelfth floor, and they walked out, and towards the desk where a secretary stood.
“Le bureau de Michael Vaughn, s'il vous plaît.”
The woman gave her quick directions, and Sydney thanked her with a smile. She must have gone crazy, she thought as she turned around a corner, to come to France like that, just to see him.
She opened the door to Vaughn’s office, and found a small anteroom, where yet another secretary was working at a desk. The woman looked at her inquisitively, glancing down at Ailish, and then back at Sydney.
“Est-ce-que je peux vous aider?”
“What did she said, mommy?” Ailish asked.
“She asked if she can help us, honey.”
“Who is she? Where’s Uncle Michael?”
“You’re Mr. Vaughn’s sister?” the secretary said, now in English. “I didn’t know he had one.”
“No, no. I’m a friend. My daughter just likes to call him-“
“Isabelle, j'ai besoin de ces rapports vraiment. Vous faits -” Vaughn broke off as he walked inside the anteroom and found Sydney and Ailish standing there. He blinked. “Syd? What are you-“
“Classes are off. I was bored.”
Vaughn smiled a huge, ear-to-ear, face-lightening grin. He took two long strides, and before Sydney knew he has hugging her, and she was flooded by an exhilarating relief; relief for holding him again, for feeling him again, for knowing his scent hadn’t changed… Relief for being with him after what had been only one month, but had seemed like one century…
Neither of them said what was obvious. They had missed each other. It showed in their smiles, in their eyes, in the air around them. Ailish’s look of happiness as he hugged her was one it would be engraved in Vaughn’s mind in the same way the expression of her face when he left had been.
Three faces, close together, lit up with the joy of reencounter.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” Vaughn said, Ailish on his arms, clutching tightly to his neck, as if he would vanish if she didn’t.
“Honestly, me neither.” Sydney answered, with a laugh.
“Vaughn, we have a schedule here. Don’t you- Oh, hello.” Ethan smiled at Sydney, and then looked at the little girl at Vaughn’s arm.
Vaughn made the proper introductions.
“Ethan McGowan, Sydney Bristow and her daughter, Ailish. Syd, this is Ethan, I don’t think you’ve met him when you worked at the agency.”
“No, I’m afraid not. It’s a pleasure.”
“The pleasure is all mine. So you’re Sydney Bristow…”
Sydney looked him from the corner of her eye.
“Yes. Why?”
“No, it’s nothing… you’re just kind of famous, and not only at the U.S. office. I’ve been here for a while now and I can tell you, your fame has crossed the Atlantic.”
“My fame? “
“Oh, yes. You’re a myth. It’s always ‘Sydney would have done it’, ‘If Sydney were here’, ‘Sydney would have known it’ …”
“Is that so?” Sydney was starting to grow amused.
“They have a picture of you on the third floor, so the interns will have someone to look up to.” Ethan said, with a wink.
“That’s not true.” Vaughn muttered, embarrassed.
Ethan ignored him.
“And you won the agency beauty contest, despite of the fact that you have never set foot here. Until now, that is.” He smiled charmingly at her once more. “I would ask for your autograph, maybe a picture, but our Vaughn over here has the look of a man thirsty for blood, so I’ll just go now. Vaughn, we can finish our meeting later. It was a pleasure to meet you Sydney, and you too little girl.”
Ethan stopped to wink at Vaughn’s near-to-sixty secretary, and walked away.
“Quite a figure.”
“He’s a good agent, despite the constant flirting with anyone of the female kind. Too bad I will have to kill him now.”
“No, don’t do that. Your secretary would be devastated.” Sydney said, as Vaughn guided her inside his office, closing the door behind him.
“As would all the women from the fifth floor and above.”
“He is indeed quite charming.”
“That’s a subject on which I won’t opine.” Vaughn said, waiting for Sydney to sit down so he could do the same. “So, how was your flight? Ailish wasn’t afraid, were you, Aili?”
“Afraid? No, we got to see the clouds.” Ailish said, as if the two things were completely related.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, from really close. They were like big cotton candies; only there were only white ones, no pink or orange…. We couldn’t touch them though, because we couldn’t open the windows. I asked why, and mommy said it could make the plane fall. I asked why again, and mommy said it was because of the atmos… atmosph…”
“Atmospheric pressure.” Sydney said promptly.
“Yes, that. And I asked why, and… what was it again, mommy?”
“The plane lady offered you a juice.”
“Oh, right. It was an orange juice, but I didn’t drink it because it was bitter.” Ailish made a face. “After that-” her sentence was interrupted by a huge yawn. She rubbed her eyes.
“Ailish is tired. She barely slept on the plane.” Sydney said, as she collected her daughter to her arms.
“I’m not tired.” Ailish protested, but contradicted herself by yawning once more.
“Of course you’re not, honey.” Vaughn said, getting up. “What about we go home now, and you continue telling me everything over dinner? Where are your things?”
“Oh, actually, Ailish and I are staying at a hotel.”
“You’re staying at a hotel? Sydney, this is ridiculous and you know it.”
“It wouldn’t be fair of us, to disturb your privacy… we didn’t even warn you we were coming.”
“I didn’t warn you I was coming to Ailish’s birthday either.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
“We’re two, you’re only one.”
“Your point being…”
“We take a lot of room, Ailish makes a mess, and-”
Vaughn cut her off.
“We are not having this discussion.” Vaughn said, determinately. “You’re staying at my place, and that’s the end of it.”
“Vaughn, there’s really no-”
“Sydney.”
“Alright, fine, we’ll stay at your place.”
“Glad you’ve come to your senses. Now, let’s go.”
“Up!” Ailish exclaimed, raising her arms to Vaughn, as Sydney put her down and got up.
“Up we go.” Vaughn said, picking her up and settling her on his shoulders.
“Go, horsy, go!” Ailish exclaimed, threading her fingers through his hair and using her free hand to pat his head.
Vaughn laughed, and trotted away with the girl, waving goodbye to his secretary.
*-*-*
“So, this is where you live.”
“This is where I live. May it never be said that the CIA is not concerned about its agent’s accommodations. I’ve got a hell of a view.”
Sydney laughed, and looked outside the window. A hell of a view indeed. She then looked back inside, and watched in silence as Vaughn deposited a sleeping Ailish on the couch and then kissed her forehead lovingly, brushing strands of her hair from her face.
Also a lovely view, Sydney thought distractedly.
Vaughn then walked to the kitchen, and opened the fridge.
“What do you want for dinner?” He asked, snapping her out of the daydream she hadn’t realized she had entered.
“What do you have?”
“Water and coffee powder.”
“Tempting, but I would like something a little more solid.”
“I usually eat at the diner near the office, so no food at home. We’ll have to order in, so my question still remains, what do you want for dinner?”
“Anything, as long as its warm, and quick.”
“Didn’t they feed you at that plane?”
“I don’t-”
“Like airplane food. Yeah, sorry, I forgot.” He picked up the phone, and started to dial a number. “Should we wake Ailish?”
“No, let her sleep. She didn’t seem to have any prejudice against airplane food. Except for that orange juice, that is.” She smiled, and he smiled back.
“Alright, then, so it’s just the two of us. Oh, yes, hello.” He said, and turned his attention to the phone.
*-*-*-*
“Pizza?”
“’Anything, as long as its warm, and quick’. Those were your words, I believe. They’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes? You couldn’t have made a better option, then. And how come you have nothing but water and coffee powder at your kitchen?”
“It’s a basic survival item.”
“Coffee?”
“How do expect me to write those lengthy reports that always seem to be due to the next day without coffee?”
“I grade tests without coffee.”
“You have unearthly powers.” Vaughn said.
“Yes, so I’ve been told.”
Vaughn laughed.
“Things are kind of a mess… I would have cleaned everything up, but I didn’t know you were coming…” he said, as he walked inside the room, Sydney’s bag in one hand and Ailish’s in the other.
“Oh, it’s ok, really…” Sydney said, surveying the room quickly. A few boxes pilled up in a corner, probably with things he wouldn’t need, or simply didn’t have the time to unpack, two single beds covered with battered quilts, a wooden wardrobe a small writing table, and that was it. “Never thought of using this room as a study or something of the kind?” She asked, because it was what she would have done.
He thought about it. He hadn’t. Because turning the room into a study would mean that he intended to stay there for a long time. And he didn’t. And just now he had fully realized it.
He didn’t want to stay. Just the idea of staying in France for good was too unbearable, ridiculous even, for him to even consider.
“No. It’s a good idea… guess the thought just never crossed my mind.” Vaughn said, and then added quickly, in an attempt of changing the subject. “I’m going to get some sheets.”
Sydney nodded.
She had just started to wonder why Vaughn had seem so… distraught, when she asked him about the study when the doorbell rang.
“Syd, can you get that?”
“Sure.” She said, and went to answer the door.
“There’s money in my wallet, it’s over the kitchen’s counter.”
Sydney found it, and opened it. Inside there was a picture of Ailish, and one picture of her. A picture from the day she had gone to the CIA office to tell them everything about SD-6. She didn’t even remember taking it, but then again she didn’t remember much about that day. The fact that Vaughn had kept that picture, for seven years, almost moved her to tears.
Taking hold of herself, Sydney answered the door and paid for the pizza.
“I’ll put Ailish in bed.” Vaughn said, walking inside the living room. “There are plates and glasses in the cupboard, do you mind getting them for me? Oh, think there’s also some wine in the fridge.”
“I thought you said you had only water and coffee powder.”
“Yeah, guess I just don’t drink the wine much, so it just slipped my mind.”
Sydney searched for the plates, as Vaughn carried Ailish to the bedroom. When he got back, Sydney was just finishing setting the kitchen table.
He watched her, as always did when she was not looking.
As if sensing his presence, she looked up, and smiled.
“If you don’t join me now, I’ll start eating without you.” she said.
He walked to the table and, as usual, waited for her to seat down before he could do it himself.
“I suppose this occasion deserves a toast.” Vaughn said, as he finished pouring the wine.
“In honor of what?”
“Yours.”
“Mine, no.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ours, then.”
“Alright, to our happiness.”
The smiled, and clicked their glasses, both wanting to have that happiness together, and both dreading the other would find out.
*-*-*-*
Aliasfan23
Cadet
AWW! This is GREAT! You have to keep going!
Addicted to Alias
Cadet
that was excellant, so glad you updated. SOOOOOOO, when are they going to admit the truth to eachother. Not that this isn't great, but what happened between them and Ailish father, how did he die? So many questions, but this was a great chapter. Keep posting!
wildwildrae
Cadet
Another good one, Trish. Posting more today perhaps?
Rachel
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kate_jones
Cadet
ohhhhh. That was great! I'm so in love with this story, I can't wait for more. Great job!
~kate
~kate
Alias lover
Cadet
that was the most adorable thing ever
~Kim~
~Kim~