Title: The Ocean Author: Lauren Alexa Hamlin Rating: PG 13 (not now later it will be) Summery: Vaughn's father is alive. But, they both are in danger. Some Vaughn Sydney romance. Keywords: VSR Disclaimer: Sydney, Vaughn, Irina, Jack, Devlin, and any other recognizable characters belong to Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and JJ Abrams. I'd like to have Vaughn though. Please, JJ Abrams, I'll pay my life savings $1.00. Author's Note: Hey, ummmm. I love feedback, so please tell me what I could do better, if you loved it, if you hated it. DollyponyH@aol.com. This is set before ATY.

How come Vaughn is never late and he picks today to be late? I wonder as I stare at the Pacific Ocean, which has not changed, but my life has. Why can't I be the ocean? I wonder. Never changing. Always knowing what I need to do. Why can't I be the ocean? Vaughn walks to the railing. I know he is here without looking. That's the way it is with Vaughn, he has an energy that you can feel when he steps into a place. "Hey what's up?" He asks. "Where were you?" I say. "I was getting worried." He shakes his head. "Traffic." "At one in the morning?" I question. He sighed. "Jack called me." I'm always able to make him tell me what's on his mind. Wait a minute! "My dad Jack?" I ask, keeping my cool exterior. What would he want with Vaughn? "What did he want?" "He wanted you to know that he would be out of the country on personal business for a little while." Vaughn says. He is a bad liar. "Personal business?" I ask. The thoughts of the mission we were supposed to discuss were taken away from my mind. Somehow the idea of my dad the, top secret special agent having a personal life is absurd. "I wasn't privy to anything else." He lied. I don't see how he lasted this long in the CIA. "Vaughn," I say. "I don't buy that for a minute. I'm going to talk to him." At that I walk away. I can hear Vaughn calling something after me. I won't stop. Sure he hasn't been the best father, but things were getting better. He really was starting to feel like the father he was all of those years ago. Things would never be the same, as they were before, when, neither of us, had any idea about my mother. When we were a family, a happy one too. But, the least he could do is come up with a better cover story.





Vaughn P.O.V.

I call Sydney's name. She won't stop. Damn the man who invented guns, well actually damn the person who put one in Jack Bristow's hands. In truth, I had been privy to more information. But, the sniper in the woods, known as Jack Bristow is making sure I don't tell Sydney. Flashback I was called into Devlin's office. "Sir?" I asked him, "You wanted to see me for something?" "Actually, agent Vaughn I did." I had not noticed Jack Bristow standing beside Devlin. I don't know how I could have missed him, though. He's average height, but he still towers over everyone, even Mr. Devlin. Jack, obviously, does not believe in pleasantries. "You're father is not dead." Damn. Two resurrections in four weeks must be a record. Wait! My father is alive! "My father is alive!" I yelled. Great I thought I'm repeating my self. End Flashback The barrel of a gun at my back brought me out of my thoughts. "I didn't tell her anything, agent Bristow." I say. The shock has worn off and depression has set in. It is simple to say what's on you're mind when you're depressed, even at the risk of losing your life. "Get moving." A woman said. That's not Jack Bristow. I think as I start to move. No duh. I tell my self. She puts a bandana over my mouth. I resist. Damn, this person is strong. I give in and sighed. That was about the hundredth time I'd said damn since Sydney left. "I'd cooperate if I was you." She said. "'Cause if you don't your father will die.again." She started laughing. That's when it hit me. I knew this woman. It was Irina Derevko.