Title: Fate Intervenes: Vaughn POV

Author: Kimmy

Email: hibiscus_sweetie@hotmail.com

Rating: PG- PG-13 to be safe

Disclaimer: Look all I own is my journal which I barely even write in. I don't Alias, its characters, and/or anything else. Don't sue! Please I don't think I'll even have money for college.

Archived: Cover Me and Allies.

Spoilers: None

Summary: This is the Vaughn POV(second person) from the fic Fate Intervenes.

Author's Note: Read, enjoy, and review! To read the first piece to this story, copy and paste this link! http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1088013 If anyone knows how to make a real link out of this, please email me!!

Fate Intervenes: Vaughn POV

Chapter 1

Vaughn loosened his tie as he entered his apartment. Work had gone excruciatingly slow for him today. Devlin kept yelling at him to pay attention and Weiss teased him about having another secret girlfriend. The truth was he couldn't shake the feeling that something major was going to happen today. He just wasn't sure what it was.

*Oh well. Better hurry up. Practice starts soon.* Vaughn thought. He headed towards his bedroom and dropped his keys on the end table. Grabbing his Kings jersey and gray sweatpants from his drawer, he jumped into the shower.

As the water cascaded down his hair, Vaughn thought back to the last time he had met Francie. The meeting had been very strange.

Vaughn heard the clinking of the bell as he pulled the glass door open. He scanned the room and saw Francie sitting at a far table looking through some papers. Vaughn headed towards her wondering what she was looking at.

"Hey Francie," Vaughn greeted her.

"Michael! Hey, how are you?" Francie replied as he sat down in the booth.

"As good as I can be I guess," Vaughn said with a small smile. As the waiter came around, he asked for a cup of coffee. He took a glimpse at the newspaper she was looking at. Circled in red were ads for apartments.

"Moving?" Vaughn asked.

"Oh! Well, um. My aunt was thinking of moving to Los Angeles and asked me to check a couple of apartments for her," Francie nervously replied. The waiter came back with Vaughn's coffee.

"Oh. That's nice of you. So how's Sydney?" Vaughn asked nonchalantly as he took a sip from his coffee mug.

"She's good. Still working at Columbia University. Her students had a party for her last night," Francie replied before she realized what she had said.

"Oh really? What for?" Vaughn asked with a puzzled look.

"Well, they just wanted to do something nice for her. That's all," Francie replied staring back down at her newspaper. Vaughn, being the CIA agent he was, wasn't entirely convinced by this, but let it go.

"You know, her father said something to me the other day. He asked me how the moving was going. Do you tell him I was moving?" Vaughn asked.

"No, I told him that you were thinking about moving, but decided not to. He must have just heard me wrong or something," Francie replied. Vaughn didn't answer. He just nodded.

"I'm sorry Michael. I don't want to cut this visit short, but I've got to get back to the restaurant. I'll see you later," Francie said hurriedly as she gathered her things. Vaughn barely had time to tell her goodbye.

Francie had seemed nervous, like she was hiding something. Maybe it was just his over paranoid mind, but something had not been right about that last visit. Vaughn shrugged it off though as he turned off the water and got changed.

Quickly grabbing the keys from the table, he headed out the door and on his way to the ice rink. Today was his first coaching class and he wanted to make a good impression on the parents. Being late was not a good impression. He pushed the accelerator harder as he saw he was a little behind schedule. Vaughn prayed that a police officer would not pick today to give him a speeding ticket. Then again he could always just flash his CIA badge and be on his way, but it just seemed like too much trouble.

Good, he had gotten there with some time left over. Vaughn parked his car and headed into the skating rink. The kids were already gathered on the ice when he came. The assistant coach was talking to them.

His eyes scanned the group of kids before they landed on one in particular. *This kid looks extremely familiar. Blondish-brown hair, green eyes, and little worry lines in his forehead. My god, this kid looks like Me!* Vaughn thought.