Thanks for the comments! Wrote another chapter, lots of explaining done, and not as mean of a cliffhanger, in my opinion. :lol: I thought the chapter was okay, not outstanding but average. Hope you like it!
-Ch. 9-
"Your brother? What the-? How?"
"Well, I'll explain from the beginning. My dad was married to Michael's mother, they were happily married for five years. They had Michael their second year married. Michael's mother Andrea developed breast cancer when Michael was three. She died 6 months later. Bill, devastated, was transfered to France where he met my mother. My grandfather was American and my grandmother was French. Which is why the Foster part. They hit it off quickly, and I came along 9 months later. They then got married, I didn't take my father's name. I'm not sure of the reasoning behind that, I think it had something to do with carrying on the family name." Vaughn rolled his eyes. "We moved to the states a year later. Michael was five years older than me, I always looked up to him. I though he was the coolest. Follwed him everywhere, you know. Like he was some sort of celebrity. He always let me come along for some reason even though I knew he didn't want his little brother around. Then our Dad died. I remember coming home by myself that day, because Michael had a dentist appointment. When I got home I saw my mother and brother sitting at the table crying...." Vaughn paused and looked away from Sydney, releasing a deep breath.
"Vaughn, it's okay." Sydney put her hand on his shoulder.
"When my mother hugged me and weeped on my shoulder for five minutes. I immediately became upset, even before I knew the news. That was when Michael told me what happened. Our dad had died. I jerked myself from my mother's hug, and ran out the door. Running to a field, trying to get rid of all my emotions. I sat in the field for hours crying. It eventually got cold, forgetting my jacket like any other kid, I got sick. Michael finally found me, and had to carry me back to the house. I had to stay in bed for four days. I missed my dad's funeral. When I finally got better, about a week later I went to visit my father's grave. It was beautiful. Made of grey marble, on it was written William Vaughn, loving husband and father. I didn't know how he died until I joined th CIA."
"Vaughn...."
"Michael graduated five years later and moved out. He went to college at a University in Oregon. Graduated at the top of his class. When I got to be his age, I was no where near the student he was. I skipped class, drank, did drugs, fooled around with any girl that would take me up on my offer. Then I got invovled with DEA. I was with them for 3 years before my brother died. He was training to be in the CIA. They sent him on a mission and he never came back. I later found out that he was shot by an agent from DEA. I thought maybe if I rejoined DEA, maybe I could find some more about my brother. I didn't. That's one of the reasons I came back. Along with the fact that they wanted to bring Lauren back, but the main reason was you."
Sydney smiled.
"After my brother died, I took his identity. Partially because I wanted to avenge his death, and another reason was because I was ashamed of the person I had become. I thought maybe this was an opportunity to start over. I erased Craig Foster, it's like he never existed. And that's about where we are now. I joined the CIA, became your handler, helped you take down SD-6 and you know the rest of the story."
"Vaughn, I had no idea.... Why didn't you tell me?"
"DEA is like SD-6, you tell, they kill whoever you told. I hate keeping secrets from you."
"So, are they going to kill me?"
"First off, I changed clothes before I came here. Because last time I was bugged it was in a tie, from your so-called best friend. As you notice now, I don't like wearing ties. Secondly, they don't know APO exists. When I turned myself in, I proposed that APO raids DEA, taking them down. They're already weak, so it would be a great opportunity and APO could gain some valueable information. I already have given all the intel to the CIA, they said they'd think about it. Also I still get to come to briefings, but I still need to be questioned before I can be field rated."
Sydney nodded,"It's just going to take time, for it all to sink in."
Vaughn nodded."I'll still let you call me Vaughn, or Michael, whatever you feel like calling me. That includes dirtbag."
Sydney smiled, and Vaughn smiled back. Vaughn said slyly,"That's a smile I missed." Vaughn kissed her softly on the lips. "It's getting late, I'd better let you get your beauty sleep."
"Yeah, I'd better. You wouldn't let want me looking like a troll."
Vaughn laughed lightly,"If you want to talk some more, I'm renting an apartment on 8th St. I have a lot of moving to get done though. Weiss has all my felgercarb. I can't believe he rented a shaft to put it all in."
They enjoyed each other's presence. You'd never have guessed that they had just spent the previous week crying and weeping over each other. Now they were laughing and smiling like nothing ever happened.
Then Jack came into the room. "Sydney, I thought I'd ask if- Vaughn!" Jack said the name Vaughn in a I'm going to kill you tone.
That's it for now.