Title: Confession

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don't own the show or any of the characters.

Summary: Vaughn goes to visit his mother and pours his heart out to her.

A/N: A second chapter is currently in progress. Please tell me what you think of it so far- Thanks!

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Vaughn woke up and looked at the small clock on his bedside table. He couldn't believe he was awake so early on a Saturday morning. He got up out of bed, showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and some breakfast, but he found himself picking up the phone. He was about to press the speed-dial button, but instead he grabbed up his car keys and headed out of his apartment to drive for two hours to his mother's house.

He parked his car in her driveway and realised he should have called first and given her some warning that he was arriving on her doorstep. He noticed that all the curtains were closed and the house was seemingly quiet. He decided that since he was already there, he'd just knock on the door and then apologise profusely for waking her up. A few moments later the door opened and his mother's face beamed as she put arms around him and standing on tiptoe gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Michael?! Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"I'm fine! I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He walked into the house.

"No I was in the garden, enjoying the beautiful morning. What brings you here? I only ever see you on holidays or if something is the matter."

"Really? He asked sorry for not visiting her more often.

"Yes." She said bluntly.

"Oh, I" He was about to apologise, but stopped when he saw a big grin form across her face.

"I'm glad to see you whatever the reason, Michael." Vaughn sheepishly returned the smile.

"I'm glad to see you too." He said sincerely.

"Well make yourself some coffee and join me in the garden." She led the way to the kitchen before she walked into the garden. She moved on of the empty chairs nearer to her while Vaughn made some coffee.

"So why are you here?" His mother asked when he sat down.

Vaughn had realised that he had spent far too long bottling up his feelings and that morning he knew the only person he could talk to without fear of being judged was his mother. He knew she'd understand how he felt.

"There's someone II like." He began tentatively. "A woman I think I love.' He added.

"But the problem is?" His mother coaxed.

"We work together."

"Ah!'

"Yeah. Ah. So its not like I can do anything about it, but I wish that was the only problem I had." He said.

"There's more?" Vaughn's mother asked.

"I can tell you how she's feeling, sometimes even what she's thinking without her even saying a single word. But the truth is, I don't really know her, I don't know the little things about her. How can I love her, be in love with someone I hardly know?" Vaughn sighed. "I'm beginning to think I'm imagining it all!" Vaughn felt relieved that he was finally able to unburden himself of all the emotions he had been secretly carrying around for months.

His mother remained silent for a few moments before she replied. "Did I ever tell you about the first time I saw your father?"

"No." he answered. He was surprised that he had never asked her about that.

"No?! We'll soon fix that. Well I remember it as if it was yesterday. I remember all of it." Vaughn could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. "It was a beautiful spring day with a clear blue sky, much like today actually. I was walking my dog Spencer by the lake. Do you remember the park near the house?"

"Yeah, I remember Dad taking me every Sunday. He used to carry me on his back when I got too tired of walking around the lake." Vaughn replied.

"I could smell his cologne even before I saw him. I felt someone looking at me, so I turned around and in that instant, if he had asked me to marry him, I probably would have said yes!" She said laughing.

"Love at first sight?" Vaughn asked.

"I loved him before I even saw him and the second I saw him, I was in love with him."

"It's that simple?' He asked.

"Yes, it should be."

"How old were you?"

"I was 19. It was before he had joined the CIA."

"You still miss him." He said quietly.

"Yes, but it's nice to reminisce." Vaughn's mother looked across at him. "The point of telling you this Michael, is that you never know when it will happen or if they will feel the same way about you. It's not just about being attracted to a person, but trusting you feelings."

"Thanks for listening, Mom."

"So you'll let her know how you feel about her?"

"No! No, there are too many reasons why I can't. Besides I'm not sure how she feels about me."

"Being scared of what she'll say shouldn't be one of those reasons."

"It's not that." Vaughn lied.

'And I don't know my son at all!" She responded. "So, what is she like?"

"Not like anyone else I've ever met!" Vaughn's eyes lit up as he spoke of her.

"Maybe I'll get to meet her, one of these days."

"I hope so." He whispered. "I should get going."

"Yes, of course."

"I'll see you soon." Vaughn said as he stood up.

"Next time you come to visit me, you'll tell me how it went?"

"Maybe." Vaughn bent over to give his mother a kiss on her cheek.

As Vaughn walked to his car to begin the drive home, he felt more hopeful that perhaps there would be a happy ending for him too.