Disclaimer:: I DONT OWN ANYONE. [except for Mirabelle and Jay-Jay]
Author's Note:: This takes place like...YEARS after the series. 'Mirabelle' is their daughter [made up by me] and she tells their story to her class. Well, kinda. If you read on, her "storytelling" skills aren't so goOd. Which would be MY fault. But, I hope you enjoy the story. It might seem a little boring in the beginning, but it should get better in the later chapters. Oh yeah, I also avoided mentioning Francie here. PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! I'D APPRECIATE IT!! `=D
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"Okay class, this week, we're going to try something new and different for our regular Reading period," the teacher began. "How does that sound?"
"Yay!" screamed Ms.DePinto's 4th grade class. "Okay, this is how we're going to do this. First of all, on a piece of paper, write down, in a few words, about a story that you would like to tell the class. Then, I'll come and collect them, and then we can all vote on who's story we'd
like to hear for the rest of the week. Any questions?" A little girl raised her hand.
"Yes, Mirabelle?"
"Do we have to say who the story is by? Because, I don't know who wrote my story."
"That's okay, Mirabelle. You don't need an author. Okay class, you have 5 minutes to write down what your story's about."
Five minutes later, Ms.DePinto collected everyone's papers. "Okay now, we're going to vote. Who wants to hear about a leprechaun? Raise your hand." A few kids raised their hands. "Who wants to hear about a king and queen?" Ten more kids raised their hands. "Alright. Who wants to hear about...espionage and romance?" The majority of the kids raised their hands.
"Well, okay then." she said amazed at the results of the last one she called out. "Mirabelle, you're up." She said looking over to Mirabelle. The little girl stood up, and walked to the front of the class. She was a cute little thing, with her dark brown hair and green eyes. She was lively, and always enthusiastic during class. Mostly during Reading and Math. Mirabelle leaned on the chalk ledge, and waited for her teacher's okay to begin.
"I hope this isn't boring like your other ones, Mirabelle." said a little boy in the back row.
"Jay-Jay, let's give Mirabelle the attention that she needs. Besides, you also voted for this story. So, it's only fair that you give her your undivided attention."
"Okay, Ms.DePinto." Jay-Jay surrendered.
"That goes for the WHOLE class. Do I make myself clear?"
"YES MS.DEPINTO!" her class answered back.
"Okay, Mirabelle, you can start now."
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"My story starts awhile back. How long ago, I don't really know. I've only heard this story once, and it has only been told to me by my granddad and my uncle Will."
"Well, who is this story about, Mirabelle?"
"It's about two people my family knew named Sydney and Vaughn."
"They started out like any other normal couple. As friends. But, they were friends that were thrown into a dangerous situation. You see, Sydney worked for an oragnization called SD-6. At first, she was convinced by a man named Sloane that she was working for the good guys. But, really, she was working for an enemy that she thought she was fighting."
"So, when she found out who she was really working for, she joined up with the REAL good guys. See, Sloane lied and told Sydney that SD-6 was part of the CIA. But, in reality, it was really part of the Alliance. Which is an enemy OF the United States, AND the CIA. She learned the truth about SD-6 when she told her then fiancee, and Sloane had him killed. "
"In other words, she became a double agent?" asked Jay-Jay.
"Uh, huh. That's right." Mirabelle replied. "That was when she met her future husband. Michael Vaughn. Whom, she usually called 'Vaughn'. Vaughn became her case handler. Which meant that he would give her countermissions that would benefit the CIA, and NOT SD-6."
Mirabelle had the class's attention.
"Along the way, Sydney discovered a few more secrets about herself, AND her family."
"Like what?" asked a girl in the front.
"Like, what her father, Jack, really did for a living. Which was that he too was a double agent for the CIA and SD-6. And, also a very startling revelation about her mother, and Vaughn's father. Anyone care to guess?"
"They once dated?" Ms.DePinto jumped in.
"Nope. Turns out that Sydney's mother was a former KGB agent who married Sydney's dad in order to get information from the CIA to give to the KGB. But, the most 'shocking' part is that Sydney's mom, Irina, killed Vaughn's dad nearly 20 years before their children met. "
The class started "oh"ing and "ahh" ing.
"There's more. When Sydney was 6 years old, Irina was supposedly killed in a car crash."
"Why do you say supposedly?" Ms.DePinto wondered.
"Oh, you'll find out soon." Mirabelle replied with a mischievious grin to her teacher. Ms.DePinto was used to that grin. She had seen it over a dozen times whenever Jay-Jay would try and blame her for something that Mirabelle would swear wasn't her fault.
"After her first year at the CIA, Sydney and Vaughn had gone through so many things that couples who have been married for 20 years have YET to go through."
"What kind of things did they go through?" asked Jay-Jay.
"Well, one, Sydney nearly being found out by Sloane that she was a double agent. Vaughn nearly drowining during a mission in Taipei, Vaughn nearly getting killed in France, Sydney finding out that her dad had tested her to become a spy, and of course, the biggest of them all, Sydney finding her mother in Taipei."
"Whoa!" some of the kids screamed. Then, the bell rang, and Reading period was over. The kids began to get up, and grab their belongings, and headed out to their next class.
"Alright, don't forget, Mirabelle will finish telling us her story tomorrow!! Okay?!" she shouted as the last of the kids piled out into the hallway. Mirabelle was the only one left in the room. She was still getting her stuff together.
"Mirabelle, that was a great beginning to that story."
"I'm glad you liked it, Ms.DePinto." she replied.
"I can't wait to hear the rest of it."
"It's a very long story, so I might have to shorten it a little."
"That's fine. You can tell it any way you want."
"Thanks, Ms.DePinto," she smiled and left.
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At the end of the day, Mirabelle's grandfather, Jack, picked her up from school.
"How was school today, sweetie?" he asked when she approached him.
"Good. In Math, I got a 95. And, in Reading, I got to tell a story."
"Really, what story is that?"
"What else?! The story you and uncle Will told me last year."
The smile on his face almost came off. "Why that story?" he asked.
"It's my favorite one." she said as they began walking to his house. "Hey, granddad," she began.
"Yes, Mirabelle?"
"Is it okay if Jay-Jay comes over later? He wants me to help him in Math. He's really bad at it."
Jack muffled a little laugh, and said yes. He was sometimes amazed at the little girl. She resembled every fiber of BOTH her parents.
Later that afternoon, her friend Jay-Jay came over. When Jack answered the door, it was obvious to him that the little boy felt intimidated by him, so he warmed up to the boy.
"Hi, sir." Jay-Jay began nervously.
He chuckled. "No need to call me sir."
"Come on in, Mirabelle's in the kitchen." Jay-Jay stepped inside, and Jack directed him into the kitchen.
"Now, is there anything you want me to get you for your study session?" he asked.
Mirabelle smiled at him and said, "No thanks, granddad. We'll be fine." The way she said that reminded him of Sydney, when she was that age.
He left them alone in the kitchen, and went back into the study. He had a few bills left to pay. His time spent as a double agent had really paid off. He was lucky enough to have saved some money to help with Mirabelle's college education. While he was paying the bills, he could hear Mirabelle and Jay-Jay laugh now and again. About what, he didn't know. Maybe it was a joke, or maybe Jay-Jay had make a silly mistake in a math problem. Whatever it was, it seemed funny to them.
"Sydney, if only you could see your daughter now. She's just like you." he said to the picture of Sydney on his desk. He remembered that picture. It was the picture of Sydney when she graduated from high school. She was named the salutarian. But, in Jack's eyes, she should've been named the valedictorian.
About an hour later, Mirabelle knocked on the door of his study. "Granddad?" she called.
"Yes, dear?" he opened the door.
"Can I walk Jay-Jay home? We're done with Math for the night."
"Where does he live?"
"Just down the block. I won't be long, okay, granddad?"
"Alright, sweetheart. But, make sure that when Jay-Jay goes inside his home, you come back here. Okay?"
"Yes, granddad."
"Okay, then."
"Jay-Jay, c`mon. My granddad said I could walk you home."
"Cool. Thanks Mr.Bristow!" the little boy called out, as Mirabelle grabbed his arm, and they ran towards the door.
He looked out the window, as Mirabelle and Jay-Jay ran down the block. There was a hidden CIA camera inside the tree, so Jack really didn't have to worry about anything happening to Mirabelle.
Author's Note:: This takes place like...YEARS after the series. 'Mirabelle' is their daughter [made up by me] and she tells their story to her class. Well, kinda. If you read on, her "storytelling" skills aren't so goOd. Which would be MY fault. But, I hope you enjoy the story. It might seem a little boring in the beginning, but it should get better in the later chapters. Oh yeah, I also avoided mentioning Francie here. PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! I'D APPRECIATE IT!! `=D
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"Okay class, this week, we're going to try something new and different for our regular Reading period," the teacher began. "How does that sound?"
"Yay!" screamed Ms.DePinto's 4th grade class. "Okay, this is how we're going to do this. First of all, on a piece of paper, write down, in a few words, about a story that you would like to tell the class. Then, I'll come and collect them, and then we can all vote on who's story we'd
like to hear for the rest of the week. Any questions?" A little girl raised her hand.
"Yes, Mirabelle?"
"Do we have to say who the story is by? Because, I don't know who wrote my story."
"That's okay, Mirabelle. You don't need an author. Okay class, you have 5 minutes to write down what your story's about."
Five minutes later, Ms.DePinto collected everyone's papers. "Okay now, we're going to vote. Who wants to hear about a leprechaun? Raise your hand." A few kids raised their hands. "Who wants to hear about a king and queen?" Ten more kids raised their hands. "Alright. Who wants to hear about...espionage and romance?" The majority of the kids raised their hands.
"Well, okay then." she said amazed at the results of the last one she called out. "Mirabelle, you're up." She said looking over to Mirabelle. The little girl stood up, and walked to the front of the class. She was a cute little thing, with her dark brown hair and green eyes. She was lively, and always enthusiastic during class. Mostly during Reading and Math. Mirabelle leaned on the chalk ledge, and waited for her teacher's okay to begin.
"I hope this isn't boring like your other ones, Mirabelle." said a little boy in the back row.
"Jay-Jay, let's give Mirabelle the attention that she needs. Besides, you also voted for this story. So, it's only fair that you give her your undivided attention."
"Okay, Ms.DePinto." Jay-Jay surrendered.
"That goes for the WHOLE class. Do I make myself clear?"
"YES MS.DEPINTO!" her class answered back.
"Okay, Mirabelle, you can start now."
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"My story starts awhile back. How long ago, I don't really know. I've only heard this story once, and it has only been told to me by my granddad and my uncle Will."
"Well, who is this story about, Mirabelle?"
"It's about two people my family knew named Sydney and Vaughn."
"They started out like any other normal couple. As friends. But, they were friends that were thrown into a dangerous situation. You see, Sydney worked for an oragnization called SD-6. At first, she was convinced by a man named Sloane that she was working for the good guys. But, really, she was working for an enemy that she thought she was fighting."
"So, when she found out who she was really working for, she joined up with the REAL good guys. See, Sloane lied and told Sydney that SD-6 was part of the CIA. But, in reality, it was really part of the Alliance. Which is an enemy OF the United States, AND the CIA. She learned the truth about SD-6 when she told her then fiancee, and Sloane had him killed. "
"In other words, she became a double agent?" asked Jay-Jay.
"Uh, huh. That's right." Mirabelle replied. "That was when she met her future husband. Michael Vaughn. Whom, she usually called 'Vaughn'. Vaughn became her case handler. Which meant that he would give her countermissions that would benefit the CIA, and NOT SD-6."
Mirabelle had the class's attention.
"Along the way, Sydney discovered a few more secrets about herself, AND her family."
"Like what?" asked a girl in the front.
"Like, what her father, Jack, really did for a living. Which was that he too was a double agent for the CIA and SD-6. And, also a very startling revelation about her mother, and Vaughn's father. Anyone care to guess?"
"They once dated?" Ms.DePinto jumped in.
"Nope. Turns out that Sydney's mother was a former KGB agent who married Sydney's dad in order to get information from the CIA to give to the KGB. But, the most 'shocking' part is that Sydney's mom, Irina, killed Vaughn's dad nearly 20 years before their children met. "
The class started "oh"ing and "ahh" ing.
"There's more. When Sydney was 6 years old, Irina was supposedly killed in a car crash."
"Why do you say supposedly?" Ms.DePinto wondered.
"Oh, you'll find out soon." Mirabelle replied with a mischievious grin to her teacher. Ms.DePinto was used to that grin. She had seen it over a dozen times whenever Jay-Jay would try and blame her for something that Mirabelle would swear wasn't her fault.
"After her first year at the CIA, Sydney and Vaughn had gone through so many things that couples who have been married for 20 years have YET to go through."
"What kind of things did they go through?" asked Jay-Jay.
"Well, one, Sydney nearly being found out by Sloane that she was a double agent. Vaughn nearly drowining during a mission in Taipei, Vaughn nearly getting killed in France, Sydney finding out that her dad had tested her to become a spy, and of course, the biggest of them all, Sydney finding her mother in Taipei."
"Whoa!" some of the kids screamed. Then, the bell rang, and Reading period was over. The kids began to get up, and grab their belongings, and headed out to their next class.
"Alright, don't forget, Mirabelle will finish telling us her story tomorrow!! Okay?!" she shouted as the last of the kids piled out into the hallway. Mirabelle was the only one left in the room. She was still getting her stuff together.
"Mirabelle, that was a great beginning to that story."
"I'm glad you liked it, Ms.DePinto." she replied.
"I can't wait to hear the rest of it."
"It's a very long story, so I might have to shorten it a little."
"That's fine. You can tell it any way you want."
"Thanks, Ms.DePinto," she smiled and left.
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At the end of the day, Mirabelle's grandfather, Jack, picked her up from school.
"How was school today, sweetie?" he asked when she approached him.
"Good. In Math, I got a 95. And, in Reading, I got to tell a story."
"Really, what story is that?"
"What else?! The story you and uncle Will told me last year."
The smile on his face almost came off. "Why that story?" he asked.
"It's my favorite one." she said as they began walking to his house. "Hey, granddad," she began.
"Yes, Mirabelle?"
"Is it okay if Jay-Jay comes over later? He wants me to help him in Math. He's really bad at it."
Jack muffled a little laugh, and said yes. He was sometimes amazed at the little girl. She resembled every fiber of BOTH her parents.
Later that afternoon, her friend Jay-Jay came over. When Jack answered the door, it was obvious to him that the little boy felt intimidated by him, so he warmed up to the boy.
"Hi, sir." Jay-Jay began nervously.
He chuckled. "No need to call me sir."
"Come on in, Mirabelle's in the kitchen." Jay-Jay stepped inside, and Jack directed him into the kitchen.
"Now, is there anything you want me to get you for your study session?" he asked.
Mirabelle smiled at him and said, "No thanks, granddad. We'll be fine." The way she said that reminded him of Sydney, when she was that age.
He left them alone in the kitchen, and went back into the study. He had a few bills left to pay. His time spent as a double agent had really paid off. He was lucky enough to have saved some money to help with Mirabelle's college education. While he was paying the bills, he could hear Mirabelle and Jay-Jay laugh now and again. About what, he didn't know. Maybe it was a joke, or maybe Jay-Jay had make a silly mistake in a math problem. Whatever it was, it seemed funny to them.
"Sydney, if only you could see your daughter now. She's just like you." he said to the picture of Sydney on his desk. He remembered that picture. It was the picture of Sydney when she graduated from high school. She was named the salutarian. But, in Jack's eyes, she should've been named the valedictorian.
About an hour later, Mirabelle knocked on the door of his study. "Granddad?" she called.
"Yes, dear?" he opened the door.
"Can I walk Jay-Jay home? We're done with Math for the night."
"Where does he live?"
"Just down the block. I won't be long, okay, granddad?"
"Alright, sweetheart. But, make sure that when Jay-Jay goes inside his home, you come back here. Okay?"
"Yes, granddad."
"Okay, then."
"Jay-Jay, c`mon. My granddad said I could walk you home."
"Cool. Thanks Mr.Bristow!" the little boy called out, as Mirabelle grabbed his arm, and they ran towards the door.
He looked out the window, as Mirabelle and Jay-Jay ran down the block. There was a hidden CIA camera inside the tree, so Jack really didn't have to worry about anything happening to Mirabelle.