Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's in this story, except Madison Vaughn and Emma Bristow. J.J. Abrams, sadly, owns all the rest. I also don't own The Parent Trap...obviously.

Summary: Sydney and Vaughn left each other 11 years ago. However, when their daughters discover the truth about their parents, will they be able to bring them together again?? Crossover between Alias and The Parent Trap

The Spy Trap

Chapter 3: South by Southwest

Madison Vaughn was rudely awakened early the next morning by her very loud and very annoying alarm clock. Turning the alarm off, she was about to turn over and fall back asleep when she suddenly remembered what day it was…today was the day she'd be going to Colorado. With renewed energy, Madison immediately got out of bed and began to get dressed. After all, it wouldn't do to miss her flight.

When she was almost finished getting ready, her father knocked on her door and told her that breakfast was ready. Quickly grabbing her stuff, she carried her lighter carry on bag and her shoes into the kitchen.

As usual, her dad was standing over the stove, making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. He was dressed in his business suit and tie, ready to go to work later this morning after he dropped her off. Sitting down at the table, Madison absent mindedly wondered about her father while she tied her shoes; he was always up very early and ready to go. It amazed her that a man his age (practically 40!) could have so much energy. After all, it wasn't like his job kept that busy; how much work could a banker have anyway?

When she was about to fall back asleep on the table, her father slipped a plate of food in front of her.

"Eat Madison. We don't have time for you to dawdle today. Your plane leaves at 10, and you know how security can be at JFK. What's the matter? Are you sick? Didn't you get enough sleep last night, sweetie?" asked Vaughn, while he felt her forehead for a fever.

"No, I guess I didn't dad. We didn't get home till like 1 am remember! It's not my fault you and Eric wouldn't leave the game until it was over," replied Madison.

"I was afraid this would happen. I should have taken you home sooner so you could have gotten a better night's sleep, but I didn't think the game would run that long. I hope you at least had fun last night?"

"Oh, yes dad, I had lots of fun," Madison said, "I just didn't get to bed so early. But that doesn't matter; I can sleep on the plane. It's going to take like a million years to get to Denver!"

Vaughn chuckled at his daughter's exaggeration. "Well, Mad, It won't take quite that long, but it does take a few hours. I think it would be a good idea for you to take a nap on the plane anyway, because you will be gaining two more hours in the day. And I know what you're like when you don't get enough sleep…you get so grumpy!" Vaughn teased.

"I do not get grumpy!" snapped Madison.

"Who doesn't get grumpy?" Eric inquired as he walked into the kitchen. Walking over to Madison's plate, he began to covertly steal some bacon off of her plate.

"Hey! Get your own food Eric! And for the last time, I am not grumpy!" Madison replied irritably.

Vaughn and Weiss shared an amused look between each other, but wisely didn't reply. Satisfied, Madison turned back to her breakfast while her father and godfather discussed something boring, like the news or work. However, eventually it was time to go, and with the help of her dad and Eric, all of her luggage was loaded into the trunk of their car.

"Eric, are you going with us to the airport?" asked Madison.

"Yes, of course I am. Some one has to make sure you get on the plane on time. Knowing your dad, he's going to make you miss it by telling you last minute instructions and crying all over you," joked Weiss.

"Haha, very funny Eric. I am not that bad. But seriously Madison, are you sure you have everything? Did you remember to bring your toothbrush? Swimsuit? Umbrella?" Vaughn asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry dad. I made sure I packed everything. Remember? You were practically standing over me while I packed yesterday!"

"Alright, if you're sure…I suppose we'd better get going then.

So finally, the Vaughn family climbed into the car and was off. During the long, tedious car ride, Madison looked out the window and watched the familiar fast paced New York life she would be leaving behind for six weeks. Sometimes, when she thought about this whole camping thing, she got very anxious. Although Madison knew she wasn't a native New Yorker, she had adopted it as her home. She was used to the hurried life style of New York, and she thought she would go crazy if she had to stay in the quiet country side for long. Thinking about New York made Madison wonder about her place of birth. It seemed strange to her that she was from California. She didn't usually even consider herself from there. Besides, she reasoned, I have never even been to Los Angeles. From that thought, she began to wonder why she never had before. From the stories her father told her, she knew that he had grown up in the outskirts of LA. She always knew he had worked there until he had gotten a divorce from her mother. Surely he must have some friends there still? On a whim, she decided to ask her dad; maybe he would tell her some stuff now because she was older.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Madison?"

"How come I've never been to LA?" asked Madison.

"What? What do you mean?" Vaughn replied.

"Well, I just figured…you know…you and Eric are from there. And I'm guessing so is my mother since you guys used to live there too. I don't know. It just seems strange that you never go back and visit I guess." Madison answered.

"Oh, well, I don't know honey. I never gave it that much thought. You know I don't have any family members on the West Coast anymore. I suppose I just never had a reason to go out there."

"But how can that be? I mean, seriously dad…do you expect me to believe that you had no other friends besides Eric in LA. And what about my mother? How come she doesn't want to see me?" Madison replied in a hurt voice.

"Honey, I know this is hard for you to understand. But when your mother and I got a divorce, we agreed what the best solution for our family would be. And obviously, we decided that you should live with me. Now, does that answer your question?" asked Vaughn.

"No, frankly dad, it doesn't. Why doesn't she want to see me? Doesn't she love me?" Madison replied.

"I'm sure your mother loves you Madison. But that doesn't mean you should be around her. To be quite honest with you, it would be too dangerous for you to be left her in care. Now, let's drop the subject, okay?" said Vaughn

"But dad, I…"

"I said drop it young lady. You do not question me, do you understand?" Vaughn snapped.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" said Vaughn sternly.

"Yes, sir," Madison sullenly said.

And with that, the rest of the car ride was spent in silence. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own thoughts to carry on a decent conversation.

It killed Vaughn to have to imply that Sydney would be an unfit mother to Madison. But, he knew there was no other way around it. How else could he justify her being absent from her daughter's life? He knew that one day, Madison would figure it out. After all, she was extremely bright and observant. He just hoped that if and when she found out about the arrangement, she would be mature enough to understand it all and the reasons behind it.

By the time they had reached the airport, Vaughn had pushed the thoughts of his old life and Sydney out of his head. He knew that thinking about her didn't do any good. She was gone out of his life, and he had to live with that now.

Because of the new security established in the airport, Vaughn and Eric had to say goodbye to Madison fairly quickly. Unlike a few years ago, people who weren't traveling weren't allowed to get very far into the airport. So, sooner than he would like, Vaughn was saying goodbye to his daughter and wishing her a pleasant trip.

"Bye Madison. Be safe okay?" Vaughn said as he hugged her goodbye.

"I will dad. Don't worry. You're the one who thought this was a good idea, remember?"

"I know. Anyway, just use your head…and please try to come home without any tattoos or piercings alright?" joked Vaughn.

"I don't know dad. That's a tough thing to promise. I was planning on getting one on my arm you know…and maybe a tongue ring…I think that would be cool don't you?" Madison teased.

Vaughn groaned, "Eh, you'd better not. Otherwise I'll be packing you off to live with Eric!"

"Sounds fun to me…he always lets me get away with things…unlike someone I know…"

Laughing, Vaughn said, "Here, Brat…This is three hundred dollars for the trip. Now, don't spend it on junk. This is mainly for emergency use…but I'm not saying you can't use it for other things. Now, you'd better hurry if you want to make your plane on time."

"Bye Dad, bye Eric. I love you guys," Madison said as she hugged them each goodbye.

Madison then proceeded to work her way through the seemingly never-ending security lines. It took her about an hour, but finally she was able to enter the main terminal. Fairly quickly, she found her gate, and set down in the chairs to wait. While she was waiting, she began to size up the other passengers. Most of them looked like businessmen, but there were a few interesting ones.

There was a young mother with a very loud, crying child. Great, she thought, just what I wanted to spend the next few hours with. There was also a very big, fat man, who seemed to be speaking Russian. Lastly, she noticed another girl, about her age, sitting across from her. She was by herself too, so Madison decided to try and strike up a conversation with her. She found out that her name was Liz Robie, and that she was also from New York. To her surprise, she also had learned that the girl was also going to camp she was going to, and that she had been before.

"So do you like it? The camp I mean. I've never been to it before," asked Madison.

Liz replied, "Yeah, it's alright. There's this one girl that's been every year that I hate though. I hope she's not going this year, but I know with my luck she will."

"Why do you hate her," Madison inquired. "I mean, is she just a bitch in general or did she do something to you?"

"Well, the first time I went to camp, she got like all jealous of me because I beat her at badminton. Then, she just always tried to start fights with me. She's just a mean girl, you know? And then she has this friend of hers, Emma. She's always trying to help get me into trouble too. I just don't like them. It's weird though, you kind of look like her friend Emma, but you have longer hair and different colored eyes than her."

"What's the other girl's name? They sound really stuck up, and I'd rather avoid them if I at all possibly could," said Madison.

"The ringleader of their little group is Emily Delacroix. Then, of course, her best friend is Emma Bristow. They are both from Los Angeles, so they think they are so cool," Liz replied.

"Other than them, are most people pretty nice? I'd hate to be stuck with preppy girls for six weeks."

"Yeah, most people are pretty nice. Some can get a bit annoying, but usually you learn to live with it. I just hope I don't get stuck in the same cabin as Emily and Emma. I will seriously have a fit then."

The girls continued in that vein of conversation until it was time for the girls to board the plane. Coincidentally, they were seated fairly close to each other, and tried to continue their conversation. Luckily, at the beginning of the flight, a nice older woman offered to switch seats with Madison so that she could sit with Liz. Madison accepted the kind offer from the woman, and both girls spent the next few hours talking about camp and becoming fast friends.

By the time they had reached Colorado, Madison had learned all the dirt on the evil Emily and Emma. In fact, she sorta kinda hated them because they sounded so mean. Madison had decided that she would stick by her new friend Liz, and help her make the other two girls miserable this summer.

As they exited the plane and found their bags, they met with a lady from the camp. She informed them that they were also picking up two other girls that were flying in from LA.

Liz was about to comment that she hoped it wasn't Emma and Emily, when the two girls she hated the most showed up. Tapping her new friend on the shoulder, she pointed the two girls out to her.

Turning around, Liz groaned next to her, as Madison looked up into the face of a girl that looked almost exactly like her.

She had finally come face to face with her twin.