Title: Natalie
Author: Nicole --- Queenie --- sv4ever07 --- ME!
Disclaimer: I don't own Michael Vaughn, Sydney Bristow, or any other Alias characters, but I do own Kristine, Peter, and Natalie Fisher. All Alias characters belong to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot, and ABC.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Spoilers: Post Phase One and Pre The Telling
Pairings: S/V, vague Kristine/Peter
Summary: When a tragedy hits close to Vaughn's past, someone he has never met is thrown into his life after the turmoil.
Dedication: To the ZAP! You girls seriously all rock! And to my spectacular beta Screech!
Author's Note: This idea wasn't mine, roogal_sandv808 came up with it, but asked someone else to write it, so I'm giving my best shot at what I think is meant.
Thanks to everyone for reading, please leave me some reviews and tell me if you think I should continue.
And thanks to Screech and Elektra for both coming up with the title for me!
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Chapter 1
January 2, 1990 (Washington D.C.)
Michael Vaughn lugged his bags to the living room of his former apartment as his front door opened. He smiled as he looked up and saw Peter and Kristine Fisher waiting to escort him to the airport.
"Michael I still don't understand why you asked to get transferred to LA," Kristine pouted, holding Peter's hand, "It's so far away from Washington D.C."
Peter chuckled, "Honey I think that's the point, he doesn't want to be around you anymore."
"Hey, it wasn't my choice to be transferred, plus it's a much better job," Vaughn explained, "You're lucky I asked for the extra three months to stick around here for your wedding."
"Do you think you could convince them to let you stick around and work out of Langely with us for another year?" Kristine asked.
"No I definitely know they wouldn't let me," he told her, "Why?"
She gripped Peter's hand, "We're trying to get pregnant."
Vaughn smiled, "Yeah, but what does that have to do with me? What do you need help or something?"
"Michael!" Kristine exclaimed, smacking his arm, "That's not what I meant! We were...we were kind of wondering if you wanted to be the godfather."
He looked up to make sure he heard her right, "I'd - I'd be honored to be the godfather."
Kristine dragged Peter over to where Michael was crouched, pulling him into a hug, "Michael, we're going to miss you around here. Are you sure you have to move to LA?"
"Yes I'm sure," he told them, "But I'll miss you too."
"And if at any time you get sick and tired of LA," Peter said, "You'll always have a home here with us and a job at Langely."
* * * *
February 26, 2001 (Washington D.C.)
Natalie Fisher sparred her father, matching him punch for punch, kick for kick, never letting him get the upperhand or he letting her.
Even as he rose in his years, Peter stayed fit knowing that at some point this day would come.
Six months before, when Natalie had just turned 10, her parents had done what they vowed to do from the beginning, tell her the truth.
They sat her down and explained everything. They didn't work where she thought they worked, in truth they worked as partners at the CIA - they were field agents.
They explained that her godfather was also in the CIA, never specifying who he was, just refering to him as her godfather, and had told her that he didn't work in D.C. with them anymore, instead he was working in LA.
After the explaination, they had started training her - guns, weapons, fighting, everything - telling her that some day the techniques might come in handy, that she may need them to save her life.
Now, after only six months of working on it, she was almost as good and skilled a fighter as both her mother and father.
She doesn't know how much she will need these techniques in the future, but she would soon find out.
* * * *
August 8, 2003 (present day - Los Angeles, California - Syd and Vaughn's apartment)
Vaughn wakes up to the buzzing of the alarm clock, tired and not looking forward to the day ahead of him - another day, another mission - and frankly, he's getting sick and tired of it all.
Opening his eyes, he rolls over onto his side and gazes at his beautiful girlfriend until he sees her eyes begin to flutter open.
"Syd sweetie," he murmured quietly, "Come on, up you go."
Stretching she sighs, "But Vaughn I don't want to get up yet, it's a Saturday - it's the weekend."
"But we also have a mission this morning if you remember clearly," he explained, "And we have to catch the plane in let's see - and hour and a half."
Groaning she sits up, "Okay let's go get this stupid mission over with. What do they think we are? Animals? Sending us on mission after mission - but that's what you get for being a faithful employee of the CIA - nothing, absolutely nothing."
Grinning, he followed her out of the room and into the bathroom, preping for the mission ahead of them.
* * * *
August 8, 2003 (Australia - Peter and Kristine's latest mission)
They were running down the hall, dodging every bullet shot their way. "Kristine come on," Peter yelled, "You can't fall behind."
That one second of talking changed their lives forever - coming to a turn, they looked all four ways, and all had guards coming directly for them.
They stopped, knowing that running was no use - "Natalie," Kristine sobbed, "What about Natalie?"
"Everything will be okay sweetheart," Peter whispered, "We'll be all right - Natalie will be all right."
Kristine nodded, "I trust you Peter - I trust you with my life."
The guards bounded on them now and fear covered Kristine's face. "Natalie!" she screamed.
Two guns aimed at them and two shots sounded.
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Let me know what you think!
Author: Nicole --- Queenie --- sv4ever07 --- ME!
Disclaimer: I don't own Michael Vaughn, Sydney Bristow, or any other Alias characters, but I do own Kristine, Peter, and Natalie Fisher. All Alias characters belong to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot, and ABC.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Spoilers: Post Phase One and Pre The Telling
Pairings: S/V, vague Kristine/Peter
Summary: When a tragedy hits close to Vaughn's past, someone he has never met is thrown into his life after the turmoil.
Dedication: To the ZAP! You girls seriously all rock! And to my spectacular beta Screech!
Author's Note: This idea wasn't mine, roogal_sandv808 came up with it, but asked someone else to write it, so I'm giving my best shot at what I think is meant.
Thanks to everyone for reading, please leave me some reviews and tell me if you think I should continue.
And thanks to Screech and Elektra for both coming up with the title for me!
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Chapter 1
January 2, 1990 (Washington D.C.)
Michael Vaughn lugged his bags to the living room of his former apartment as his front door opened. He smiled as he looked up and saw Peter and Kristine Fisher waiting to escort him to the airport.
"Michael I still don't understand why you asked to get transferred to LA," Kristine pouted, holding Peter's hand, "It's so far away from Washington D.C."
Peter chuckled, "Honey I think that's the point, he doesn't want to be around you anymore."
"Hey, it wasn't my choice to be transferred, plus it's a much better job," Vaughn explained, "You're lucky I asked for the extra three months to stick around here for your wedding."
"Do you think you could convince them to let you stick around and work out of Langely with us for another year?" Kristine asked.
"No I definitely know they wouldn't let me," he told her, "Why?"
She gripped Peter's hand, "We're trying to get pregnant."
Vaughn smiled, "Yeah, but what does that have to do with me? What do you need help or something?"
"Michael!" Kristine exclaimed, smacking his arm, "That's not what I meant! We were...we were kind of wondering if you wanted to be the godfather."
He looked up to make sure he heard her right, "I'd - I'd be honored to be the godfather."
Kristine dragged Peter over to where Michael was crouched, pulling him into a hug, "Michael, we're going to miss you around here. Are you sure you have to move to LA?"
"Yes I'm sure," he told them, "But I'll miss you too."
"And if at any time you get sick and tired of LA," Peter said, "You'll always have a home here with us and a job at Langely."
* * * *
February 26, 2001 (Washington D.C.)
Natalie Fisher sparred her father, matching him punch for punch, kick for kick, never letting him get the upperhand or he letting her.
Even as he rose in his years, Peter stayed fit knowing that at some point this day would come.
Six months before, when Natalie had just turned 10, her parents had done what they vowed to do from the beginning, tell her the truth.
They sat her down and explained everything. They didn't work where she thought they worked, in truth they worked as partners at the CIA - they were field agents.
They explained that her godfather was also in the CIA, never specifying who he was, just refering to him as her godfather, and had told her that he didn't work in D.C. with them anymore, instead he was working in LA.
After the explaination, they had started training her - guns, weapons, fighting, everything - telling her that some day the techniques might come in handy, that she may need them to save her life.
Now, after only six months of working on it, she was almost as good and skilled a fighter as both her mother and father.
She doesn't know how much she will need these techniques in the future, but she would soon find out.
* * * *
August 8, 2003 (present day - Los Angeles, California - Syd and Vaughn's apartment)
Vaughn wakes up to the buzzing of the alarm clock, tired and not looking forward to the day ahead of him - another day, another mission - and frankly, he's getting sick and tired of it all.
Opening his eyes, he rolls over onto his side and gazes at his beautiful girlfriend until he sees her eyes begin to flutter open.
"Syd sweetie," he murmured quietly, "Come on, up you go."
Stretching she sighs, "But Vaughn I don't want to get up yet, it's a Saturday - it's the weekend."
"But we also have a mission this morning if you remember clearly," he explained, "And we have to catch the plane in let's see - and hour and a half."
Groaning she sits up, "Okay let's go get this stupid mission over with. What do they think we are? Animals? Sending us on mission after mission - but that's what you get for being a faithful employee of the CIA - nothing, absolutely nothing."
Grinning, he followed her out of the room and into the bathroom, preping for the mission ahead of them.
* * * *
August 8, 2003 (Australia - Peter and Kristine's latest mission)
They were running down the hall, dodging every bullet shot their way. "Kristine come on," Peter yelled, "You can't fall behind."
That one second of talking changed their lives forever - coming to a turn, they looked all four ways, and all had guards coming directly for them.
They stopped, knowing that running was no use - "Natalie," Kristine sobbed, "What about Natalie?"
"Everything will be okay sweetheart," Peter whispered, "We'll be all right - Natalie will be all right."
Kristine nodded, "I trust you Peter - I trust you with my life."
The guards bounded on them now and fear covered Kristine's face. "Natalie!" she screamed.
Two guns aimed at them and two shots sounded.
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Let me know what you think!