"Hello, Will? This is Veronica."
I knew as soon as I heard that French accent that Sydney had finally come home.
She has been gone for 16 years, and she finally comes back when I need her most.
My daughter Elizabeth answered the phone. She's turning 12 in a few days.
It took me three years to let go of Sydney. Now I find out I never have.
I got married to Jenny. We had Elizabeth. After 11 years Jenny thought I was having an affair. She left me.
Since Jenny moved to Virginia, Elizabeth stayed with me so she could finish school.
Now, after almost 12 years, I realize I was having an affair.
I still love Sydney Bristow.
The call made my heart skip a mile a minute. I dropped Liz off at a friend's house and called Francie. Told her to be ready by the time I got there.
Used all my CIA training to skate around Francie's questions. She knew something very big had happened for me to use driving tactics to get through traffic.
The oil field is bare except for one small car. A CIA car. A car with black paint and tinted windows.
Oh god.
Sydney Bristow looks exactly the same. The only problem is that I know she's completely different.
After much screaming and hugging we get down to the interrogations.
"...We moved to a small town in Canada. I became a high school teacher, teaching languages. I love my job."
One word sticks in my brain, jumbling all reason.
"We?"
Her next words numb my brain and freeze my senses. "Yes, we. I believe you have met my husband, Michael Vaughn."
Vaughn.
He married her.
He married the one woman I truly love. MY soul mate.
My training comes to use again as I try to hide my jealousy. It seems to be working. I almost lose it again as a 16 year old version of Sydney emerges from the car. The only differences I notice are her eyes. Emerald green.
Emily Francine Vaughn.
Francie, of course, takes to her right away. I remain aloof. As much as I love the half of her that is Sydney, all I can see is the tainted emerald part. The part that belongs to her father.
Emily should be my daughter. She should have my brown eyes. Not the piercing green that seems to regard me coldly.
I can tell that she notices my jealousy. I wonder how much she knows about her parents.
I whisper to Sydney, "Does she know anything?"
To my utter surprise Emily answers for me. She just found out today. Sydney has trained her some.
There is some more talk and I find out more about this tainted daughter. She is extraordinary, I can tell. How could she not be?
The talking comes to a conclusion and it is decided that we are going to meet Vaughn for lunch. Oh, wait, excuse me, "Michael"
The man that stole everything that should have been mine.
Somehow, I don't think this is going to go well.
***Authors Note: I'm not sure which direction this story is going to take. Any (and I mean ANY) imput would be greatly appreciated.
I'm sorry I took so long to update, I wrote chapter 7 in my English class and then I left my binder in my locker. I had to wait all weekend to get it back. Sorry!
*Duck
I knew as soon as I heard that French accent that Sydney had finally come home.
She has been gone for 16 years, and she finally comes back when I need her most.
My daughter Elizabeth answered the phone. She's turning 12 in a few days.
It took me three years to let go of Sydney. Now I find out I never have.
I got married to Jenny. We had Elizabeth. After 11 years Jenny thought I was having an affair. She left me.
Since Jenny moved to Virginia, Elizabeth stayed with me so she could finish school.
Now, after almost 12 years, I realize I was having an affair.
I still love Sydney Bristow.
The call made my heart skip a mile a minute. I dropped Liz off at a friend's house and called Francie. Told her to be ready by the time I got there.
Used all my CIA training to skate around Francie's questions. She knew something very big had happened for me to use driving tactics to get through traffic.
The oil field is bare except for one small car. A CIA car. A car with black paint and tinted windows.
Oh god.
Sydney Bristow looks exactly the same. The only problem is that I know she's completely different.
After much screaming and hugging we get down to the interrogations.
"...We moved to a small town in Canada. I became a high school teacher, teaching languages. I love my job."
One word sticks in my brain, jumbling all reason.
"We?"
Her next words numb my brain and freeze my senses. "Yes, we. I believe you have met my husband, Michael Vaughn."
Vaughn.
He married her.
He married the one woman I truly love. MY soul mate.
My training comes to use again as I try to hide my jealousy. It seems to be working. I almost lose it again as a 16 year old version of Sydney emerges from the car. The only differences I notice are her eyes. Emerald green.
Emily Francine Vaughn.
Francie, of course, takes to her right away. I remain aloof. As much as I love the half of her that is Sydney, all I can see is the tainted emerald part. The part that belongs to her father.
Emily should be my daughter. She should have my brown eyes. Not the piercing green that seems to regard me coldly.
I can tell that she notices my jealousy. I wonder how much she knows about her parents.
I whisper to Sydney, "Does she know anything?"
To my utter surprise Emily answers for me. She just found out today. Sydney has trained her some.
There is some more talk and I find out more about this tainted daughter. She is extraordinary, I can tell. How could she not be?
The talking comes to a conclusion and it is decided that we are going to meet Vaughn for lunch. Oh, wait, excuse me, "Michael"
The man that stole everything that should have been mine.
Somehow, I don't think this is going to go well.
***Authors Note: I'm not sure which direction this story is going to take. Any (and I mean ANY) imput would be greatly appreciated.
I'm sorry I took so long to update, I wrote chapter 7 in my English class and then I left my binder in my locker. I had to wait all weekend to get it back. Sorry!
*Duck