Title: Shades of Gray
Author: Carrie (CaReYbEaRy@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the characters.
Spoilers: Season Finale
Rating: PG, but it will probably change throughout the series
Category: Angst, Romance, little action, little everything
Distribution: Anywhere. Just let me know.
Author's Note: Chapter 2 was short, but hopefully this chapter will be longer…we'll see. I hope that you are enjoying it so far…please review (even if you don't like it).
CHAPTER 3
"Mom?" Sydney uttered, he voice shaking in disbelief.
"Yes, Sydney. I am your mother." Laura Bristow spoke softly, looking into Sydney's eyes. They stared in silence for a moment, with no words to fill the void. Finally, Laura spoke up. "I know that you probably have a lot of questions for me, but I think that those can wait for later." She said.
Sydney's shock was slowly wearing off, and it was transformed into anger. She couldn't believe that her own mother was 'The Man.' She violently shook her head, not sure if she trusted herself to speak.
"I do have a lot of questions. And they will be answered now." Sydney said forcefully, her voice shaking from the emotion behind them.
"Well, I see that your father has had some influence on you. Very well." Laura said, taking a seat across from Sydney.
Sydney was stunned, but regained her composure. "The only thing I really want to know is why. Why you did all those things. Why did you join the KGB? Why did you kill all those faithful servants? Why did you abandon your family?" her last question was spoken softly, and Sydney fought back her tears, not wanting to giver her mother the satisfaction of knowing that she meant something to Sydney.
"I was serving my country. I was just like you." Her mother said, as if that answered everything.
"You are nothing like me!" Sydney broke out. "I could never be so ruthless. I could never kill people like you did."
Laura was quiet.
"And now? Are you still serving your country?" Sydney asked.
"I think you should rest. We'll speak again when you have calmed." Laura got up and walked out of the room, ignoring Sydney's shouts.
When the door closed, Sydney slumped in her chair, allowing her tears to fall. She couldn't believe that her mother had left her. Again. She couldn't believe that she came from this horrible person. She came from the person who killed Vaughn's father. Her heart sank when she thought of Vaughn. Vaughn is dead. Sydney thought. This brought on more tears, but not only of sadness, but also of guilt. His death had been her fault. Everyone around her seemed to be headed for disaster. First Danny, then Noah, then Vaughn, and she didn't even know if Will was alive. She kept seeing his face, the utter acceptance and hopelessness in his eyes as he shook his head, more worried about her, than himself, even when he was the one who was drowning. She couldn't believe that he was gone. That she had let him go. And he would never know how she felt.
Sydney's mind was racing with thoughts of her mother, and Vaughn and her shell of a life. Her utter exhaustion forced her into sleep.
Vaughn and Jack walked through the nightclub, towards the stairs that Vaughn had come out through. Vaughn fit right back into the crowd, his clothes having dried, and Jack stood out, his clean crisp suite no match for the offbeat wardrobes of the partygoers.
They slipped through the door to the staircase, the club too buzzed to notice. Once they were in the stairwell, they both pulled large automatic guns out of the bag that Jack was carrying. Jack finally spoke.
"Sydney is most likely being held in the basement. There are not any surveillance cameras that I know of, so there is no way to be sure exactly where they are. Our best bet is to get information from a guard." Jack said authoritatively.
Vaughn didn't questions this. He understood that 'get information from a guard' meant torturing a guard until they would give up the information.
The two men cautiously moved down the stairwell until they reached the bottom floor, three flights down. Jack signaled to Vaughn to enter the hallway, and he pushed the door open slightly, and then stepped through it. At first there were no guards in sight, but as soon as they rounded the corner, they spotted two guards approaching. They attacked the guards, disarming them, and knocking one unconscious. The other, Jack pulled into a room, and signaled for Vaughn to stand guard.
Vaughn stood at the door, and after several unpleasant sounds and pleading words, Jack finally emerged.
"Third door on the right." Jack said, not even looking at Vaughn.
Vaughn just stared back at the door that Jack had come from, wondering what he did with the guard. He quickly remembered the task at hand and caught up with Jack who was standing at the door.
Jack stood at the door and Vaughn, behind him. Jack kicked open the door and prepared to shoot. Vaughn stood outside for a moment, his own gun poised for attack.
Sydney jerked awake from the sound of the door being broken in, and immediately prepared herself for an attack. When she focused her eyes on her intruder, relief washed over her.
"Dad!" she shouted. But then quieted, not wanting to attract any more attention then her father already had.
Without saying a word, Jack walked over to her, and stepped around the back of her chair to pick the lock of her handcuffs.
Sydney raised her eyes and caught sight of Vaughn entering the room. At that moment, her father had unchained her, and she shook off the handcuffs, jumping out of her chair and into Vaughn's arms.
"I thought you were dead." She mumbled into his chest.
"Me too." He said softly, very aware of Jack staring at him over Sydney's shoulder.
"We have to go." Jack said, already walking out of the room.
Sydney stepped back from Vaughn's embrace, not comfortable with her father staring at her.
"I can't." she said, not following him out the door.
"What? Sydney what do you mean 'you can't'?" Vaughn said, his anger and confusion rising.
"Sydney. We have to go." Jack repeated, as if no one else had spoken.
"Dad," Sydney said, approaching her father, "Mom is 'The Man.'" Sydney said, looking straight into her father's eyes for emphasis, not that she really needed it.'
Her father didn't move. His eyes glazed over, but his face remained stone.
"What?" Vaughn said, not sure that he heard correctly.
"My mother is 'The Man.' I think that I should stay. She said that she would talk to me in the morning." Sydney said, but there was no real conviction behind her words.
"Sydney. You know you can't do that. We have already raised enough suspicion tonight. Any minute they'll find us." Vaughn said calmly, trying to sound more professional than pleading.
"Let's go." Said Jack sternly, walking out the door so that they knew they had no other choice.
Sydney and Vaughn filed out the door and followed Jack down the hallway. Vaughn reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun and handed it to Sydney. She nodded in appreciation.
They approached the stairwell and began to climb up the flights quickly, knowing that they didn't have much time until someone would come looking for them. They didn't go back out through the nightclub, but stopped a floor early, exiting through a different door. They started running out of the door and almost thought that they were home free when they heard some guards shouting. They picked up their pace, and started in an all out sprint to the van. Gunfire rang out behind them and Sydney heard a sound that could only be a bullet penetrating flesh. Her father was in front of her, leading the way to the van, and on a quick glance behind her, she saw Vaughn still there. She continued to run, but the guards were still on their tail. Her father ducked into an alleyway and took a few turns to confuse the guards and buy them some time. They finally approached the location of the van and her father jumped into the drivers seat, and Sydney jumped into the back. A few moments later, Vaughn joined her. Jack started the van and it screeched away, headed for the hanger where the plane back to Los Angeles was.
Sydney looked over at Vaughn and noticed that he was breathing unusually heavily. She thought that it was just from the run, but he was clutching his arm and had a pained expression on his face. When he caught her looking, he released his arm and faced forward.
"What happened?" Sydney asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm fine." Vaughn said tersely, still panting.
"Were you shot?" she asked, taking a closer look at his arm.
"It's nothing. Superficial wound." He said, moving away from her so she wouldn't look at his arm.
Suddenly, Sydney remembered Will, and her attention was shifted from Vaughn's arm.
"Where's Will?" Sydney said in a panicky voice.
Vaughn tilted his head backwards, and Sydney looked back, seeing Will sprawled out on the far back seat of the van. She gasped when she saw the condition that he was in.
"It's okay. He's fine. Sedative for the pain." Vaughn said quickly, before sucking in his breath.
Sydney just nodded, still looking back at Will. "When will he wake up?" she asked.
"Soon," was the only answer Vaughn could muster.
"Let me see your arm." Sydney said, turning around and scooting closer to Vaughn.
"It's fine." Vaughn repeated putting his hand over his wound.
Sydney slowly raised her hand and touched his bicep softly, right about his hand. Vaughn winced and hissed in his breath.
"It's not fine, let me see." She said.
Vaughn gave in and nodded is consent. He removed his hand from his arm and winced. Sydney looked at the hand he had just moved and saw that it was covered in blood. She lightly took hold of his shirt where the bullet hole was and ripped it so that she could see his arm. His shirt was soaked in blood, and her hands were already covered in it just from ripping the shirt. She gasped at what she saw. There was so much blood that she could barely see the wound. Vaughn looked down at his arm and then quickly looked away.
"Not exactly a superficial wound." Sydney said. Vaughn just shrugged his unharmed shoulder.
"I can see where it came through. It came out cleanly." Sydney said. "Scoot forward." She said, pushing his back slightly. She ripped the rest of the sleeve around his arm, and slid it down over his hand. She dropped the material on the floor, and then returned to his arm, gently rolling up the remaining part of his sleeve above the wound.
"First aid kit?" she asked.
"Glove compartment." Her father answered.
She reached over into the front seat and got the first aid kit out of the glove compartment. It was a typical CIA first aid kit, with special things needed to treat bullet wounds. She pulled out a bottle of clean water and a washcloth. She poured the water onto the cloth and gently placed it onto Vaughn's arm. He made a small grunt, and winced as she removed the cloth and placed it onto another section of his arm.
"It's okay. I know it hurts." Sydney said, attempting a joke. Vaughn's mouth almost twitched into a smile. "It doesn't look like it went through the bone, it may have grazed it though." She said, carefully washing the area around his arm, even though it was still bleeding.
"See, superficial." He said, finally granting her a small smile.
She gave him a look that said 'I know you in pain so stop acting like a macho man' and went back to her task.
When she finished cleaning the blood off of his arm, she took two thick gauze pads and stuck them on each hole where the bullet entered and exited, and then wrapped the gauze around his arm many times to secure them. She taped the end of it to make sure that it stayed, and then replaced the supplies in the kit. Vaughn looked down at his arm, now clean, and then looked back up at Sydney.
"Thanks." He said, smiling a little.
She just nodded and returned his smile. Vaughn couldn't help but feel a little stung when she looked back at Will. As if on cue, Will began to stir. Sydney turned herself completely around, waiting for him to become aware of his surroundings before saying anything.
Will sat up and moaned a little at the pain in his mouth and touched his hand to his chin, feeling the dried blood there and moaning again. He looked up at Sydney, but didn't say anything.
"Hey." She said softly, looking as if she was about to cry. Will simply stared at her, not completely aware of everything around him. Then, everything seemed to kick in, and he realized when was happening.
"Where are we going?" Will asked, his words muffled because of his missing teeth and the pain.
"To the plane. We're going home." Sydney replied, tears welling up in her eyes. Will just nodded, and turned his attention to the window. "Will," she started, "I am so sorry that this happened to you. I know that its my fault, and I'm just so sorry." She said, tears beginning to spill over. Will continued his silence, but looked over at her. He nodded again, and then turned his attention to Vaughn for the first time.
"Who are you?" he mumbled warily.
"This is Michael Vaughn. He is my handler at the CIA. He's kind of like my boss." Sydney replied, not knowing if Will would know what a handler was. Will nodded and looked at Vaughn's bandaged arm. He said nothing and then looked back at Sydney. He looked in her eyes for a few moments, and then returned his attention to the window.
Sydney faced forward and looked down at her hands. Vaughn could only imagine what she was feeling, and he had no idea how to make it better. He moved his injured arm a little, and placed his hand in her lap, taking hold of one of her hands. She looked up at him and thanked him with her eyes and a small smile. Vaughn smiled back at her, and saw Will look over at him through his peripheral vision.
They arrived at the runway where the plane was to take off a few minutes later, and Vaughn reluctantly released Sydney's hand. They climbed out of the van and tossed a few bags into the plane.
"You should probably rest for the ride home. I'll give you another sedative, if you're still in pain." Jack offered to Will. Will stole a glance at Vaughn talking to Sydney, and declined the pain medication. He didn't want to look weak if Vaughn was walking around dealing with whatever injury he had.
Jack walked away from Will and took a seat at the front of the plane. Sydney ushered Will into the cargo area of the plane, where they had sat on the way over, and Vaughn followed, taking a seat on a crate. Sydney made Will sit on the floor, leaning up against some soft bags of some sort of cargo, insisting that he rest on the flight home. Sydney took a seat next to Vaughn, and waited for the men to close up the back of the plane. She snuck a glance at Will to see him already drifting off, and figured that by the time they were secure in the air, it would be safe to talk to Vaughn. She knew that he was dying to ask her questions. She just hoped that she could answer them.
I hope that you liked this chapter. It was kind of slow towards the end, but I want this to be a long series, so I hope you'll forgive me. Please review or email me if you have any comments. I love to hear anything you want to say to me! I'll try to post a new chapter soon!
Author: Carrie (CaReYbEaRy@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the characters.
Spoilers: Season Finale
Rating: PG, but it will probably change throughout the series
Category: Angst, Romance, little action, little everything
Distribution: Anywhere. Just let me know.
Author's Note: Chapter 2 was short, but hopefully this chapter will be longer…we'll see. I hope that you are enjoying it so far…please review (even if you don't like it).
CHAPTER 3
"Mom?" Sydney uttered, he voice shaking in disbelief.
"Yes, Sydney. I am your mother." Laura Bristow spoke softly, looking into Sydney's eyes. They stared in silence for a moment, with no words to fill the void. Finally, Laura spoke up. "I know that you probably have a lot of questions for me, but I think that those can wait for later." She said.
Sydney's shock was slowly wearing off, and it was transformed into anger. She couldn't believe that her own mother was 'The Man.' She violently shook her head, not sure if she trusted herself to speak.
"I do have a lot of questions. And they will be answered now." Sydney said forcefully, her voice shaking from the emotion behind them.
"Well, I see that your father has had some influence on you. Very well." Laura said, taking a seat across from Sydney.
Sydney was stunned, but regained her composure. "The only thing I really want to know is why. Why you did all those things. Why did you join the KGB? Why did you kill all those faithful servants? Why did you abandon your family?" her last question was spoken softly, and Sydney fought back her tears, not wanting to giver her mother the satisfaction of knowing that she meant something to Sydney.
"I was serving my country. I was just like you." Her mother said, as if that answered everything.
"You are nothing like me!" Sydney broke out. "I could never be so ruthless. I could never kill people like you did."
Laura was quiet.
"And now? Are you still serving your country?" Sydney asked.
"I think you should rest. We'll speak again when you have calmed." Laura got up and walked out of the room, ignoring Sydney's shouts.
When the door closed, Sydney slumped in her chair, allowing her tears to fall. She couldn't believe that her mother had left her. Again. She couldn't believe that she came from this horrible person. She came from the person who killed Vaughn's father. Her heart sank when she thought of Vaughn. Vaughn is dead. Sydney thought. This brought on more tears, but not only of sadness, but also of guilt. His death had been her fault. Everyone around her seemed to be headed for disaster. First Danny, then Noah, then Vaughn, and she didn't even know if Will was alive. She kept seeing his face, the utter acceptance and hopelessness in his eyes as he shook his head, more worried about her, than himself, even when he was the one who was drowning. She couldn't believe that he was gone. That she had let him go. And he would never know how she felt.
Sydney's mind was racing with thoughts of her mother, and Vaughn and her shell of a life. Her utter exhaustion forced her into sleep.
Vaughn and Jack walked through the nightclub, towards the stairs that Vaughn had come out through. Vaughn fit right back into the crowd, his clothes having dried, and Jack stood out, his clean crisp suite no match for the offbeat wardrobes of the partygoers.
They slipped through the door to the staircase, the club too buzzed to notice. Once they were in the stairwell, they both pulled large automatic guns out of the bag that Jack was carrying. Jack finally spoke.
"Sydney is most likely being held in the basement. There are not any surveillance cameras that I know of, so there is no way to be sure exactly where they are. Our best bet is to get information from a guard." Jack said authoritatively.
Vaughn didn't questions this. He understood that 'get information from a guard' meant torturing a guard until they would give up the information.
The two men cautiously moved down the stairwell until they reached the bottom floor, three flights down. Jack signaled to Vaughn to enter the hallway, and he pushed the door open slightly, and then stepped through it. At first there were no guards in sight, but as soon as they rounded the corner, they spotted two guards approaching. They attacked the guards, disarming them, and knocking one unconscious. The other, Jack pulled into a room, and signaled for Vaughn to stand guard.
Vaughn stood at the door, and after several unpleasant sounds and pleading words, Jack finally emerged.
"Third door on the right." Jack said, not even looking at Vaughn.
Vaughn just stared back at the door that Jack had come from, wondering what he did with the guard. He quickly remembered the task at hand and caught up with Jack who was standing at the door.
Jack stood at the door and Vaughn, behind him. Jack kicked open the door and prepared to shoot. Vaughn stood outside for a moment, his own gun poised for attack.
Sydney jerked awake from the sound of the door being broken in, and immediately prepared herself for an attack. When she focused her eyes on her intruder, relief washed over her.
"Dad!" she shouted. But then quieted, not wanting to attract any more attention then her father already had.
Without saying a word, Jack walked over to her, and stepped around the back of her chair to pick the lock of her handcuffs.
Sydney raised her eyes and caught sight of Vaughn entering the room. At that moment, her father had unchained her, and she shook off the handcuffs, jumping out of her chair and into Vaughn's arms.
"I thought you were dead." She mumbled into his chest.
"Me too." He said softly, very aware of Jack staring at him over Sydney's shoulder.
"We have to go." Jack said, already walking out of the room.
Sydney stepped back from Vaughn's embrace, not comfortable with her father staring at her.
"I can't." she said, not following him out the door.
"What? Sydney what do you mean 'you can't'?" Vaughn said, his anger and confusion rising.
"Sydney. We have to go." Jack repeated, as if no one else had spoken.
"Dad," Sydney said, approaching her father, "Mom is 'The Man.'" Sydney said, looking straight into her father's eyes for emphasis, not that she really needed it.'
Her father didn't move. His eyes glazed over, but his face remained stone.
"What?" Vaughn said, not sure that he heard correctly.
"My mother is 'The Man.' I think that I should stay. She said that she would talk to me in the morning." Sydney said, but there was no real conviction behind her words.
"Sydney. You know you can't do that. We have already raised enough suspicion tonight. Any minute they'll find us." Vaughn said calmly, trying to sound more professional than pleading.
"Let's go." Said Jack sternly, walking out the door so that they knew they had no other choice.
Sydney and Vaughn filed out the door and followed Jack down the hallway. Vaughn reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun and handed it to Sydney. She nodded in appreciation.
They approached the stairwell and began to climb up the flights quickly, knowing that they didn't have much time until someone would come looking for them. They didn't go back out through the nightclub, but stopped a floor early, exiting through a different door. They started running out of the door and almost thought that they were home free when they heard some guards shouting. They picked up their pace, and started in an all out sprint to the van. Gunfire rang out behind them and Sydney heard a sound that could only be a bullet penetrating flesh. Her father was in front of her, leading the way to the van, and on a quick glance behind her, she saw Vaughn still there. She continued to run, but the guards were still on their tail. Her father ducked into an alleyway and took a few turns to confuse the guards and buy them some time. They finally approached the location of the van and her father jumped into the drivers seat, and Sydney jumped into the back. A few moments later, Vaughn joined her. Jack started the van and it screeched away, headed for the hanger where the plane back to Los Angeles was.
Sydney looked over at Vaughn and noticed that he was breathing unusually heavily. She thought that it was just from the run, but he was clutching his arm and had a pained expression on his face. When he caught her looking, he released his arm and faced forward.
"What happened?" Sydney asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm fine." Vaughn said tersely, still panting.
"Were you shot?" she asked, taking a closer look at his arm.
"It's nothing. Superficial wound." He said, moving away from her so she wouldn't look at his arm.
Suddenly, Sydney remembered Will, and her attention was shifted from Vaughn's arm.
"Where's Will?" Sydney said in a panicky voice.
Vaughn tilted his head backwards, and Sydney looked back, seeing Will sprawled out on the far back seat of the van. She gasped when she saw the condition that he was in.
"It's okay. He's fine. Sedative for the pain." Vaughn said quickly, before sucking in his breath.
Sydney just nodded, still looking back at Will. "When will he wake up?" she asked.
"Soon," was the only answer Vaughn could muster.
"Let me see your arm." Sydney said, turning around and scooting closer to Vaughn.
"It's fine." Vaughn repeated putting his hand over his wound.
Sydney slowly raised her hand and touched his bicep softly, right about his hand. Vaughn winced and hissed in his breath.
"It's not fine, let me see." She said.
Vaughn gave in and nodded is consent. He removed his hand from his arm and winced. Sydney looked at the hand he had just moved and saw that it was covered in blood. She lightly took hold of his shirt where the bullet hole was and ripped it so that she could see his arm. His shirt was soaked in blood, and her hands were already covered in it just from ripping the shirt. She gasped at what she saw. There was so much blood that she could barely see the wound. Vaughn looked down at his arm and then quickly looked away.
"Not exactly a superficial wound." Sydney said. Vaughn just shrugged his unharmed shoulder.
"I can see where it came through. It came out cleanly." Sydney said. "Scoot forward." She said, pushing his back slightly. She ripped the rest of the sleeve around his arm, and slid it down over his hand. She dropped the material on the floor, and then returned to his arm, gently rolling up the remaining part of his sleeve above the wound.
"First aid kit?" she asked.
"Glove compartment." Her father answered.
She reached over into the front seat and got the first aid kit out of the glove compartment. It was a typical CIA first aid kit, with special things needed to treat bullet wounds. She pulled out a bottle of clean water and a washcloth. She poured the water onto the cloth and gently placed it onto Vaughn's arm. He made a small grunt, and winced as she removed the cloth and placed it onto another section of his arm.
"It's okay. I know it hurts." Sydney said, attempting a joke. Vaughn's mouth almost twitched into a smile. "It doesn't look like it went through the bone, it may have grazed it though." She said, carefully washing the area around his arm, even though it was still bleeding.
"See, superficial." He said, finally granting her a small smile.
She gave him a look that said 'I know you in pain so stop acting like a macho man' and went back to her task.
When she finished cleaning the blood off of his arm, she took two thick gauze pads and stuck them on each hole where the bullet entered and exited, and then wrapped the gauze around his arm many times to secure them. She taped the end of it to make sure that it stayed, and then replaced the supplies in the kit. Vaughn looked down at his arm, now clean, and then looked back up at Sydney.
"Thanks." He said, smiling a little.
She just nodded and returned his smile. Vaughn couldn't help but feel a little stung when she looked back at Will. As if on cue, Will began to stir. Sydney turned herself completely around, waiting for him to become aware of his surroundings before saying anything.
Will sat up and moaned a little at the pain in his mouth and touched his hand to his chin, feeling the dried blood there and moaning again. He looked up at Sydney, but didn't say anything.
"Hey." She said softly, looking as if she was about to cry. Will simply stared at her, not completely aware of everything around him. Then, everything seemed to kick in, and he realized when was happening.
"Where are we going?" Will asked, his words muffled because of his missing teeth and the pain.
"To the plane. We're going home." Sydney replied, tears welling up in her eyes. Will just nodded, and turned his attention to the window. "Will," she started, "I am so sorry that this happened to you. I know that its my fault, and I'm just so sorry." She said, tears beginning to spill over. Will continued his silence, but looked over at her. He nodded again, and then turned his attention to Vaughn for the first time.
"Who are you?" he mumbled warily.
"This is Michael Vaughn. He is my handler at the CIA. He's kind of like my boss." Sydney replied, not knowing if Will would know what a handler was. Will nodded and looked at Vaughn's bandaged arm. He said nothing and then looked back at Sydney. He looked in her eyes for a few moments, and then returned his attention to the window.
Sydney faced forward and looked down at her hands. Vaughn could only imagine what she was feeling, and he had no idea how to make it better. He moved his injured arm a little, and placed his hand in her lap, taking hold of one of her hands. She looked up at him and thanked him with her eyes and a small smile. Vaughn smiled back at her, and saw Will look over at him through his peripheral vision.
They arrived at the runway where the plane was to take off a few minutes later, and Vaughn reluctantly released Sydney's hand. They climbed out of the van and tossed a few bags into the plane.
"You should probably rest for the ride home. I'll give you another sedative, if you're still in pain." Jack offered to Will. Will stole a glance at Vaughn talking to Sydney, and declined the pain medication. He didn't want to look weak if Vaughn was walking around dealing with whatever injury he had.
Jack walked away from Will and took a seat at the front of the plane. Sydney ushered Will into the cargo area of the plane, where they had sat on the way over, and Vaughn followed, taking a seat on a crate. Sydney made Will sit on the floor, leaning up against some soft bags of some sort of cargo, insisting that he rest on the flight home. Sydney took a seat next to Vaughn, and waited for the men to close up the back of the plane. She snuck a glance at Will to see him already drifting off, and figured that by the time they were secure in the air, it would be safe to talk to Vaughn. She knew that he was dying to ask her questions. She just hoped that she could answer them.
I hope that you liked this chapter. It was kind of slow towards the end, but I want this to be a long series, so I hope you'll forgive me. Please review or email me if you have any comments. I love to hear anything you want to say to me! I'll try to post a new chapter soon!