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 Six Exchange
LAX was bustling with activities in the morning rush. Jack Bristow sat waiting for the flight from Kao-hsiung to touch down. He watched as a young couple ran after their even younger daughter. He hoped that one day Sydney would look as happy as the mother.
"Dad," said a small voice behind him.
Jack whipped around to see his daughter standing beside him. Long gone was the blue hair and clubbing clothes, in their place was her natural brown hair, jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt.
"Where's your mother?"
"Getting our bags," Sydney replied pointing a slender finger towards her mother.
"Let's go," Jack said after Laura returned with two small bags.
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Twenty minutes and one silent, tension-filled car ride later, Sydney found herself sitting outside the CIA's interrogation room alone, waiting for her mother's interrogation to commence. Her father had left for what he had called an important meeting.
"Ms. Derevko, I'm Agent Tom Moore. You are hear not to clear your name of your past actions and you will be taken into custody when we are finished. Do you understand?" asked the agent who entered the door.
Sydney sat for two hours listening to her mother's accounts. Her grandfather, Nicholai Derevko, had left the KGB several years ago to form his own organization. He was The Man. Laura and Khasinau had just been players in his twisted scheme. The agents killed had been suspicious of Jack and Laura's activities and had been killed the keep Laura's cover intact. By then Sydney had drifted off.
"Agent Bristow," came a man's voice, waking her from her dreamless state.
"Yes?"
"Your mother has been taken into custody. We cannot thank you enough. Why don't you go home and get some rest?"
He barely had to offer before Sydney was out the door. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Three floors higher a very nervous Michael Vaughn walked into Jack Bristow's office. What could Jack want to say?
"Agent Vaughn, come in and shut the door," Jack greeted him. Vaughn gulped. Shutting the door couldn't be good. He sat down.
"Agent Vaughn I'm not going to bullshit with you, and I hope you'll give me the same courtesy."
"Of course," Vaughn said, clearly worried.
"You've been pulled off of Sydney's case for three weeks. If you even try to make contact with her it will be forever."
"Ok," Vaughn said relieved that he could see Syd in three weeks.
"Although I do not show it, I love Sydney very much, and I hate to see her torn apart."
Vaughn nodded.
"It has become painfully obvious to me that you are in love with my daughter, and she with you. Sydney is not aware that the CIA has just received sensitive data about SD-6. With each day we are becoming closer to bringing them down. It could be gone within the year," Jack explained, pausing before continuing, "In the beginning I didn't like you, the way you worked. When you blatantly looked Sydney over in front of me I realized that you were attracted to he. By going to Taipei you proved your love and devotion to her. I never thought I'd find a man worthy of her, but you are. When SD-6 is gone, and not before, you have my blessing. Make my daughter happy."
"I will sir," replied Vaughn stunned. He left the office and went home. Three weeks without Syd he could do, for a lifetime with her.
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 Six Exchange
LAX was bustling with activities in the morning rush. Jack Bristow sat waiting for the flight from Kao-hsiung to touch down. He watched as a young couple ran after their even younger daughter. He hoped that one day Sydney would look as happy as the mother.
"Dad," said a small voice behind him.
Jack whipped around to see his daughter standing beside him. Long gone was the blue hair and clubbing clothes, in their place was her natural brown hair, jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt.
"Where's your mother?"
"Getting our bags," Sydney replied pointing a slender finger towards her mother.
"Let's go," Jack said after Laura returned with two small bags.
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Twenty minutes and one silent, tension-filled car ride later, Sydney found herself sitting outside the CIA's interrogation room alone, waiting for her mother's interrogation to commence. Her father had left for what he had called an important meeting.
"Ms. Derevko, I'm Agent Tom Moore. You are hear not to clear your name of your past actions and you will be taken into custody when we are finished. Do you understand?" asked the agent who entered the door.
Sydney sat for two hours listening to her mother's accounts. Her grandfather, Nicholai Derevko, had left the KGB several years ago to form his own organization. He was The Man. Laura and Khasinau had just been players in his twisted scheme. The agents killed had been suspicious of Jack and Laura's activities and had been killed the keep Laura's cover intact. By then Sydney had drifted off.
"Agent Bristow," came a man's voice, waking her from her dreamless state.
"Yes?"
"Your mother has been taken into custody. We cannot thank you enough. Why don't you go home and get some rest?"
He barely had to offer before Sydney was out the door. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Three floors higher a very nervous Michael Vaughn walked into Jack Bristow's office. What could Jack want to say?
"Agent Vaughn, come in and shut the door," Jack greeted him. Vaughn gulped. Shutting the door couldn't be good. He sat down.
"Agent Vaughn I'm not going to bullshit with you, and I hope you'll give me the same courtesy."
"Of course," Vaughn said, clearly worried.
"You've been pulled off of Sydney's case for three weeks. If you even try to make contact with her it will be forever."
"Ok," Vaughn said relieved that he could see Syd in three weeks.
"Although I do not show it, I love Sydney very much, and I hate to see her torn apart."
Vaughn nodded.
"It has become painfully obvious to me that you are in love with my daughter, and she with you. Sydney is not aware that the CIA has just received sensitive data about SD-6. With each day we are becoming closer to bringing them down. It could be gone within the year," Jack explained, pausing before continuing, "In the beginning I didn't like you, the way you worked. When you blatantly looked Sydney over in front of me I realized that you were attracted to he. By going to Taipei you proved your love and devotion to her. I never thought I'd find a man worthy of her, but you are. When SD-6 is gone, and not before, you have my blessing. Make my daughter happy."
"I will sir," replied Vaughn stunned. He left the office and went home. Three weeks without Syd he could do, for a lifetime with her.