Disclaimer: I still don't own it. I won't ever. So deal with it. I have to,
so you do too.
Feedback: You bet! Review. or you can e-mail me at kdirectorate@hotmail.com
Basic Gist: Sydney. Her mom. Good things. Bad things. Shirtless Vaughn. More good things. More bad things. Did I mention shirtless Vaughn?
Author's Note: Hey. this was my first ever fanfiction, so it's basically not all that grand. The sequel, Jogging in Place, is better. But you'll have to wait till I get my butt in gear and post more. Thanks for reading though!
Chapter Four The Silence
Laura and Sydney arrived in Kao-hsiung early in the morning. Neither had spoken a word in hours. Unexpectedly, Laura broke the silence. "Call your contact at the CIA. Explain to them the situation and make sure they let us in the states."
Sydney looked expectantly at her mother. Laura pulled out a cell phone and handed it to her. Sydney would have done anything to call Vaughn up and meet him, to cry on his shoulder. Instead she dialed up her father.
"Bristow here," Jack's voice gruffly said over the phone.
"Dad it's me," Sydney said quietly, shying away from her mother's intense glare.
"Oh thank God. Are you all right?" he asked, the relief imminent in his voice.
"I'm fine. Dad what I'm going to tell you, you just have to believe, ok?"
"Of course."
"Dad, I'm with mom. She's not as bad as we thought. She's helping me escape from The Man. We're going to fly to LA, but she won't be allowed in."
"With good reason," interjected Jack, "Sydney that woman is no good. You stay away from her."
"Dad please. When we get there we're going straight to the CIA. She's going to report everything she knows. Then she'll be taken into custody," Sydney pleaded.
"Put Agent Vaughn on the phone. He'll talk some sense into you."
"I can't. He's not here."
"Where is he?"
"In heaven," she whispered.
"What?"
"The flood, he didn't make it out. I... I watched him die Daddy. It's my fault."
"I'm so sorry," Jack said, truly meaning it. He knew they had been close personally. As much as he hated to admit it he has always thought, and secretly hoped, that when Sydney was out of this mess they would be together. They were oblivious with their emotions toward each other.
"Now he truly is my guardian angel."
"I'll get you and your mother into the states. Just be careful," Jack said hanging up. He said a silent prayer to the late Agent Vaughn to watch over his daughter.
Sydney sighed and handed the phone back to her mother.
"So?" Laura asked.
"He'll get us in."
"That wasn't what I meant."
"I know. Oh, look we're here," Sydney said, eager to change the subject. Little did she know that less than 200 miles away Michael Vaughn was arriving at an airport with the same destination in mind.
Feedback: You bet! Review. or you can e-mail me at kdirectorate@hotmail.com
Basic Gist: Sydney. Her mom. Good things. Bad things. Shirtless Vaughn. More good things. More bad things. Did I mention shirtless Vaughn?
Author's Note: Hey. this was my first ever fanfiction, so it's basically not all that grand. The sequel, Jogging in Place, is better. But you'll have to wait till I get my butt in gear and post more. Thanks for reading though!
Chapter Four The Silence
Laura and Sydney arrived in Kao-hsiung early in the morning. Neither had spoken a word in hours. Unexpectedly, Laura broke the silence. "Call your contact at the CIA. Explain to them the situation and make sure they let us in the states."
Sydney looked expectantly at her mother. Laura pulled out a cell phone and handed it to her. Sydney would have done anything to call Vaughn up and meet him, to cry on his shoulder. Instead she dialed up her father.
"Bristow here," Jack's voice gruffly said over the phone.
"Dad it's me," Sydney said quietly, shying away from her mother's intense glare.
"Oh thank God. Are you all right?" he asked, the relief imminent in his voice.
"I'm fine. Dad what I'm going to tell you, you just have to believe, ok?"
"Of course."
"Dad, I'm with mom. She's not as bad as we thought. She's helping me escape from The Man. We're going to fly to LA, but she won't be allowed in."
"With good reason," interjected Jack, "Sydney that woman is no good. You stay away from her."
"Dad please. When we get there we're going straight to the CIA. She's going to report everything she knows. Then she'll be taken into custody," Sydney pleaded.
"Put Agent Vaughn on the phone. He'll talk some sense into you."
"I can't. He's not here."
"Where is he?"
"In heaven," she whispered.
"What?"
"The flood, he didn't make it out. I... I watched him die Daddy. It's my fault."
"I'm so sorry," Jack said, truly meaning it. He knew they had been close personally. As much as he hated to admit it he has always thought, and secretly hoped, that when Sydney was out of this mess they would be together. They were oblivious with their emotions toward each other.
"Now he truly is my guardian angel."
"I'll get you and your mother into the states. Just be careful," Jack said hanging up. He said a silent prayer to the late Agent Vaughn to watch over his daughter.
Sydney sighed and handed the phone back to her mother.
"So?" Laura asked.
"He'll get us in."
"That wasn't what I meant."
"I know. Oh, look we're here," Sydney said, eager to change the subject. Little did she know that less than 200 miles away Michael Vaughn was arriving at an airport with the same destination in mind.