DISCLAIMER: You know the drill.... I do not own any part of ALIAS yada yada yada (but I do wish that I did own Michael) All the characters are products of JJ Abram's genius mind yada yada yada So please don't sue cuz I need the money for college
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Michael Vaughn stared down at the wig in disbelief. It was as though in that very moment all that he assumed to be true meant absolutely nothing. He brought a shaky hand to his forehead and could only manage to shake his head. There in front of him laid the proof he was looking for. The proof that demonstrated he had been wrong the entire time.
"It was all a lie," Vaughn thought to himself. "Everything.... the dating, the wedding, the lovemaking.... everything. How could I have not seen it? All of this time.... I didn't even notice."
As the questions continued to bombard his mind, Vaughn remained in his initial position finding himself unable to move after making the startling discovery. The shock had prevented him from having any form of control over his body. His thoughts gradually overtook him as he gradually lost sense of where he was and what was actually happening. It was not until he heard the shower stop running that he regained full awareness of the entire situation.
He quickly moved to place the suitcase back in its original position. He quietly closed the closet door and attempted to regain his composure.
"Just breathe. You cannot let her notice your suspicions. Breathe."
As Lauren reentered the room, Vaughn was struck by a sudden wave of nausea. He could sense the bile rising in the back of his throat. Nothing in his life had ever made him so sick to his stomach. He plastered on a smile hoping that it would be enough not to arouse any doubts in Lauren. As she reached over to touch him, it took all of his might not to writhe away from her touch. The last thing he wanted was to have any form of contact with that monster.
However, as much as Vaughn tried to control his emotions, he began to sense his face slightly redden and felt the beads of perspiration forming at the back his neck. Lauren must have noticed the change in his countenance because her face soon contorted into an expression of false concern.
"Is everything alright, love? You look a little under the weather."
Vaughn soon cleared his throat and tried to diminish Lauren's worries by flashing her his trademark half smile. He shook his head and walked over to his side of the bed. After undoing the sheets and laying his tense body on the bed, he looked back at Lauren with his best impression of an affectionate glance.
"I'm fine.... it's just been a long day at work. Besides you've had a lot of things on your mind lately, especially dealing with your father's death, the last thing you should worry about is something so simple as your husband being a little tired from work."
Vaughn continued to maintain eye contact with his wife hoping the excuse would wash away any sliver of a doubt formulating within her head. Lauren appeared satisfied with the answer as she walked over to the bed as well with a smile on her face. Upon seeing that his lie had worked, a wave of relief washed over Vaughn as he realized that Lauren had not detected any irregularities. She made herself comfortable on the bed and turned towards her husband.
"What kind of wife would I be if I didn't show concern over something that deals with my husband? Anything that involves the man I love, no matter how simple it may be, concerns me."
Throughout his entire existence, Vaughn had never heard such empty words. To make matters even worse, Lauren had crossed the gap between their bodies and planted a kiss on Vaughn's lips. Vaughn immediately clenched his eyes shut as he tried to envision himself in a better place. Somewhere that would take his mind off this appalling situation. He knew the kiss had ended when the unbearable burning sensation on his lips had finally ended. The usual goodnights were said as Lauren turned off the lamp.
In an instant, total darkness filled the room. The hours could simply not go by fast enough. He tried to will himself to sleep, but it was to no avail. Every time he tried to shut his eyes, all he saw was the wig and gun lying in the briefcase followed by Lauren's deceitful smile. He even prayed for the sun to rise earlier than usual, but every moment still felt like an eternity.
Throughout the entire night, all he could think about was the huge mistake he had made in marrying Lauren. He still remembered how Weiss had tried to talk him out it. Looking back on it now, he knew he should have listened to him. He recalled how just moments ago he had flat out insulted Jack Bristow to his face.
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"But whether or not you or Sydney believe me, I know the life I'm living, and I know the woman I am married to."
"Lauren is not Irina, and I am definitely not you."
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At the thought of his last words before walking away from Jack, Vaughn inwardly groaned realizing how big of an idiot Jack will see him as once he learns the truth about Lauren. In the end, it seemed that Jack had always been right about him. However, no matter how embarrassed he would be after facing up to Jack Bristow, the humiliation would fall short in comparison to the pain he will feel once Sydney finds out.
The things he had said, and the way he had said them were all uncalled for. He had questioned her ability to compartmentalize her emotions away from her work by suggesting that her suspicions of Lauren were a result of her feelings for him. He had jumped to the defense of Lauren at the cost of attacking Sydney's character.
At that moment, he wished he could take it all back, and he did not just mean the past couple of hours. He wanted to take everything back from the moment Sydney had supposedly died. He wanted to go back and change everything he did..... and didn't do. He should have told the priest that he did not want Lauren as his wife. He should have rejected Lauren's initial advances. He should have questioned Sydney's death. He should have not given up on her that easily.
After what seemed like forever, his eyes began to make out the dim rays of dawn peeking through the curtains. Amid all of his thinking, he had not even realized that Lauren had snuggled up next to him and had her arm across his waist. In that moment, he felt as though the room were suffocating him and a mere touch from her was strangling his entire body. He slid off the bed slowly, fighting the urge to run as far away from her as possible.
Fortunately, Lauren had been given the day off in order to give her time to recover from the ordeals of her father's funeral. This would give him the opportunity to report his findings back to the office without having to worry about her overhearing anything that would raise doubts in her head. It amazed Vaughn that he was able to contain himself for this long as he managed to shower and change in record time.
He chose to skip his usual cup of coffee and opted to just simply head straight out the door. As he approached the car, his steps had an anxious pace to them. He did not even glance back to check for any oncoming cars as he put his vehicle into reverse and drove out of the driveway. His fingers drummed the steering wheel impatiently at every red light.
Upon arriving at CIA headquarters, Vaughn skidded into a parking spot while braking abruptly. He was almost jogging to the entrance as he decided to take the stairs rather than wait for the elevator. It seemed as though any ounce of composure he had maintained last night to deal with Lauren had quickly faded. If he didn't get this information of his chest soon, he was certain that he would implode.
Out of breath, Vaughn finally reached his floor and went straight to Dixon's office. He drew a few stares from his coworkers as they all watched him practically sprint to Dixon's office. They knew that Agent Vaughn rarely displayed his emotions in the workplace so whatever he was getting worked up over must be huge.
Vaughn got to Dixon's office and took a deep breath prior to opening the door. Dixon glanced up at and saw Vaughn standing at the doorway. He noticed the agent's flushed face and immediately grew worried about what had taken place to put Agent Vaughn in such a state.
"Agent Vaughn has something happened?"
"Dixon..... there is something you should know."
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There is a little cliffhanger to keep all of you entertained for awhile. Remember REVIEWS=MORE. Don't worry the next chapter will have everyone finding out about Lauren's true allegiances and some S/V moments.
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Michael Vaughn stared down at the wig in disbelief. It was as though in that very moment all that he assumed to be true meant absolutely nothing. He brought a shaky hand to his forehead and could only manage to shake his head. There in front of him laid the proof he was looking for. The proof that demonstrated he had been wrong the entire time.
"It was all a lie," Vaughn thought to himself. "Everything.... the dating, the wedding, the lovemaking.... everything. How could I have not seen it? All of this time.... I didn't even notice."
As the questions continued to bombard his mind, Vaughn remained in his initial position finding himself unable to move after making the startling discovery. The shock had prevented him from having any form of control over his body. His thoughts gradually overtook him as he gradually lost sense of where he was and what was actually happening. It was not until he heard the shower stop running that he regained full awareness of the entire situation.
He quickly moved to place the suitcase back in its original position. He quietly closed the closet door and attempted to regain his composure.
"Just breathe. You cannot let her notice your suspicions. Breathe."
As Lauren reentered the room, Vaughn was struck by a sudden wave of nausea. He could sense the bile rising in the back of his throat. Nothing in his life had ever made him so sick to his stomach. He plastered on a smile hoping that it would be enough not to arouse any doubts in Lauren. As she reached over to touch him, it took all of his might not to writhe away from her touch. The last thing he wanted was to have any form of contact with that monster.
However, as much as Vaughn tried to control his emotions, he began to sense his face slightly redden and felt the beads of perspiration forming at the back his neck. Lauren must have noticed the change in his countenance because her face soon contorted into an expression of false concern.
"Is everything alright, love? You look a little under the weather."
Vaughn soon cleared his throat and tried to diminish Lauren's worries by flashing her his trademark half smile. He shook his head and walked over to his side of the bed. After undoing the sheets and laying his tense body on the bed, he looked back at Lauren with his best impression of an affectionate glance.
"I'm fine.... it's just been a long day at work. Besides you've had a lot of things on your mind lately, especially dealing with your father's death, the last thing you should worry about is something so simple as your husband being a little tired from work."
Vaughn continued to maintain eye contact with his wife hoping the excuse would wash away any sliver of a doubt formulating within her head. Lauren appeared satisfied with the answer as she walked over to the bed as well with a smile on her face. Upon seeing that his lie had worked, a wave of relief washed over Vaughn as he realized that Lauren had not detected any irregularities. She made herself comfortable on the bed and turned towards her husband.
"What kind of wife would I be if I didn't show concern over something that deals with my husband? Anything that involves the man I love, no matter how simple it may be, concerns me."
Throughout his entire existence, Vaughn had never heard such empty words. To make matters even worse, Lauren had crossed the gap between their bodies and planted a kiss on Vaughn's lips. Vaughn immediately clenched his eyes shut as he tried to envision himself in a better place. Somewhere that would take his mind off this appalling situation. He knew the kiss had ended when the unbearable burning sensation on his lips had finally ended. The usual goodnights were said as Lauren turned off the lamp.
In an instant, total darkness filled the room. The hours could simply not go by fast enough. He tried to will himself to sleep, but it was to no avail. Every time he tried to shut his eyes, all he saw was the wig and gun lying in the briefcase followed by Lauren's deceitful smile. He even prayed for the sun to rise earlier than usual, but every moment still felt like an eternity.
Throughout the entire night, all he could think about was the huge mistake he had made in marrying Lauren. He still remembered how Weiss had tried to talk him out it. Looking back on it now, he knew he should have listened to him. He recalled how just moments ago he had flat out insulted Jack Bristow to his face.
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"But whether or not you or Sydney believe me, I know the life I'm living, and I know the woman I am married to."
"Lauren is not Irina, and I am definitely not you."
*******************************END FLASHBACK*******************************
At the thought of his last words before walking away from Jack, Vaughn inwardly groaned realizing how big of an idiot Jack will see him as once he learns the truth about Lauren. In the end, it seemed that Jack had always been right about him. However, no matter how embarrassed he would be after facing up to Jack Bristow, the humiliation would fall short in comparison to the pain he will feel once Sydney finds out.
The things he had said, and the way he had said them were all uncalled for. He had questioned her ability to compartmentalize her emotions away from her work by suggesting that her suspicions of Lauren were a result of her feelings for him. He had jumped to the defense of Lauren at the cost of attacking Sydney's character.
At that moment, he wished he could take it all back, and he did not just mean the past couple of hours. He wanted to take everything back from the moment Sydney had supposedly died. He wanted to go back and change everything he did..... and didn't do. He should have told the priest that he did not want Lauren as his wife. He should have rejected Lauren's initial advances. He should have questioned Sydney's death. He should have not given up on her that easily.
After what seemed like forever, his eyes began to make out the dim rays of dawn peeking through the curtains. Amid all of his thinking, he had not even realized that Lauren had snuggled up next to him and had her arm across his waist. In that moment, he felt as though the room were suffocating him and a mere touch from her was strangling his entire body. He slid off the bed slowly, fighting the urge to run as far away from her as possible.
Fortunately, Lauren had been given the day off in order to give her time to recover from the ordeals of her father's funeral. This would give him the opportunity to report his findings back to the office without having to worry about her overhearing anything that would raise doubts in her head. It amazed Vaughn that he was able to contain himself for this long as he managed to shower and change in record time.
He chose to skip his usual cup of coffee and opted to just simply head straight out the door. As he approached the car, his steps had an anxious pace to them. He did not even glance back to check for any oncoming cars as he put his vehicle into reverse and drove out of the driveway. His fingers drummed the steering wheel impatiently at every red light.
Upon arriving at CIA headquarters, Vaughn skidded into a parking spot while braking abruptly. He was almost jogging to the entrance as he decided to take the stairs rather than wait for the elevator. It seemed as though any ounce of composure he had maintained last night to deal with Lauren had quickly faded. If he didn't get this information of his chest soon, he was certain that he would implode.
Out of breath, Vaughn finally reached his floor and went straight to Dixon's office. He drew a few stares from his coworkers as they all watched him practically sprint to Dixon's office. They knew that Agent Vaughn rarely displayed his emotions in the workplace so whatever he was getting worked up over must be huge.
Vaughn got to Dixon's office and took a deep breath prior to opening the door. Dixon glanced up at and saw Vaughn standing at the doorway. He noticed the agent's flushed face and immediately grew worried about what had taken place to put Agent Vaughn in such a state.
"Agent Vaughn has something happened?"
"Dixon..... there is something you should know."
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There is a little cliffhanger to keep all of you entertained for awhile. Remember REVIEWS=MORE. Don't worry the next chapter will have everyone finding out about Lauren's true allegiances and some S/V moments.