A/N-This is the next chapter, there's not much happening really. Just a nice little scene between Sydney and Vaughn. Please Review!
Later that day Sydney was in her room packing a small bag. She threw in a few changes of clothes and other necessities. It was decided that her and Vaughn would spend the two days they had off together. A car horn honked and she knew he had arrived.
"Alright Fran, I'll talk to you later! Try to keep the house in one piece!" Sydney exclaimed as she headed out the door.
"Uh-huh, have fun." She replied distracted, as she was watching her favorite show.
When Sydney sat down in the seat she was greeted with a kiss. "Hey," she said quietly.
Vaughn smiled. "Hey." He leaned in and kissed her again, her hands snaked around his neck and his hands cupped her face. Sydney pulled back and smiled. He smiled as well, knowing that here and now was not the place. "So I was thinking that tomorrow we can go to that new Italian restaurant that you said looked good the other day. What do you think?"
"I think that sounds great," Sydney replied and smiled. "What about tonight?"
"Well I can cook you know, and we are having Beef Bourguignon." Vaughn stated, starting up the car and pulling out of the driveway.
"Vaughn, you can cook something like that?" Sydney asked amazed.
"Course I can, my mom taught me years ago."
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"So as I understand, Mr. Shanhan did not get the job for you. It was Mr. Sark?" asked Connell, the interrogator.
"Yes sir," replied Samantha.
"And you kept this from the CIA."
"I did."
"Explain to me your past with Mr. Sark."
Samantha paused, she took a deep breath. "My past with Julian goes back to when I first moved to Britain; I was 10, almost 11. I went for a walk, something I always did every time I was introduced to a neighbourhood. I saw this boy skateboarding and he fell, I laughed and I remember thinking I could skate better than him.
Well first day of school came around and I was walking down the hall when I tripped, the boy who fell off his skateboard helped me get all my stuff. He introduced himself as Julian, from there we were good friends and by the end of the year we were inseparable.
Time wore on and as we were older, Julian got a job with the British government. I remember he came to my place and told me that he wasn't allowed to say anything, but he was allowed to tell me because they wanted me. I was ecstatic so I went for the job and obviously got it. More time went by and he told me, this time he wasn't even allowed to tell me but did so anyway, that I was not working for the British government. I was crushed and I asked him who I was working for and he told me."
"You worked for K-Directorate. Now how many times have you moved, before you moved to Britain," Connell asked.
"Well I moved twice in Australia, in the same city though. Didn't have to switch schools."
"Well I think that will some up today."
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"That was great! When I had it last it didn't taste anything like that." Sydney complimented, bringing the dishes into the kitchen.
"Old family recipe, my dad made it often. He was a pretty good cook," Vaughn explained. Sydney sat down and looked into his eyes. "Vaughn…"
"Syd, don't even start, okay? It's just us tonight. I don't need any apologies," he said. "Come here." Sydney moved over to him on the couch. He wrapped his arms around her. "Every time I mention my father I don't need you to say anything to make up for what your mother did. I could've left you for what she did, but Syd, you're not her. You're you and that's what I love. I love you." he whispered into her ear, while stroking her hair.
"I love you too," Sydney whispered back, tears filling her eyes.
A/N-I'm not sure when next chapter is gonna be up. See I also have my Harry Potter fanfic, A Troubled Fifth Year to do too. But I take turns, don't worry.
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