I've watched her. I watched her grow up from fourteen to now. I've seen her
push away from her father and become a woman. I was watching the day she
became a part of SD-6 and when she fell in love with a civilian. I saw her
heart break and slowly mend. I saw her fall in love again, but this time
her love was forbidden. I was the only one who saw her break rules and love
the one person she wasn't allowed to. I saw her break her friend's heart.
I was watching her the day she went to Canada with the CIA officer, her forbidden lover. I watched her the day she gave birth, almost 7 months to the day she left. I've watched her as long as I can remember.
My sister.
I've even confronted her. Granted, she has never been happy to see me. On one of our encounters she threw an ice pick into my leg. I cherish the scar. It is only gift my sister has ever given me.
It was not my choice to observe her life; it was my mother's. We couldn't be with Sydney, but she was determined that I know my sister. I know Sydney better than anyone else. Even after our mother gave herself to CIA, I continued to watch. By that time I was fascinated. She can never love me as a brother. I have accepted that.
But now she has a look on her face. Disgusted but determined. I know what she is thinking. She is going to tell our father about me. I did not have surveillance in the room she was locked with our mother in, but I was informed later. She knows she has a baby brother. She's never told anyone.
I know why she hates me. I kidnapped her friend, nearly killed her husband on more than one occasion, and I offered her a job doing what she despises most. Even though those are good reasons to hate anyone, I know there is something else.
I grew up with our mother. I have a bond with our mother that can never be broken. I was a happy child. She was not. She got the shorter end of the stick.
She grew up with Jack Bristow.
I inherited an organization that was considered the greatest in the world.
She fought against me. Always fighting.
I offered her the family she wanted. She didn't understand.
I'm the only problem in her life. Her only enemy.
She will tell our father, but she will not tell her child. Emily Francine Vaughn will not be aware that she has an uncle.
Emily. The perfect niece. She has every quality a spy could want. She is intelligent, quick as lightening, and has the sharpest reflexes I've ever seen.
She will never reach her full potential. Her mother will not let her.
I had a small lapse of sense. I should have shown Emily the light while I still had a chance. She was always curious about her parent's past life. I could have offered her answers. Now she has them all. All except one.
Me.
My satellites can see through any kind of mass, even the thickest of walls. I can see the outline of Emily's hair against her face. I can even see the growing admiration in her eyes for the one called Jonathon. She will fall in love with him. I have only seen eyes like hers on one other.
Her mother.
The pier. Berlin. Rome. Numerous warehouse visits. Even in Depensar I could see it in her eyes. Eyes reserved only for CIA Agent Michael Vaughn.
This Jonathon will prove troublesome for me. He has a clean record, but if he harms her he will pay. Like Will Tippin. He harmed my sister. He had an unpleasant molar extraction. I can think of worse torture for someone who harms my beloved niece.
I will be there tomorrow. I will talk to my father for the first time. I will confront my sister. I will prove that I love my family. Even if it kills me.
***AN: I know this is incredibly short, but he needed a point of view. If you are clueless to who he is... you need to actually watch the show. I promise Poppa is coming very soon. And for all the Will-haters, his story is going on the backburner. It will arise again, but not right now. *Duck
I was watching her the day she went to Canada with the CIA officer, her forbidden lover. I watched her the day she gave birth, almost 7 months to the day she left. I've watched her as long as I can remember.
My sister.
I've even confronted her. Granted, she has never been happy to see me. On one of our encounters she threw an ice pick into my leg. I cherish the scar. It is only gift my sister has ever given me.
It was not my choice to observe her life; it was my mother's. We couldn't be with Sydney, but she was determined that I know my sister. I know Sydney better than anyone else. Even after our mother gave herself to CIA, I continued to watch. By that time I was fascinated. She can never love me as a brother. I have accepted that.
But now she has a look on her face. Disgusted but determined. I know what she is thinking. She is going to tell our father about me. I did not have surveillance in the room she was locked with our mother in, but I was informed later. She knows she has a baby brother. She's never told anyone.
I know why she hates me. I kidnapped her friend, nearly killed her husband on more than one occasion, and I offered her a job doing what she despises most. Even though those are good reasons to hate anyone, I know there is something else.
I grew up with our mother. I have a bond with our mother that can never be broken. I was a happy child. She was not. She got the shorter end of the stick.
She grew up with Jack Bristow.
I inherited an organization that was considered the greatest in the world.
She fought against me. Always fighting.
I offered her the family she wanted. She didn't understand.
I'm the only problem in her life. Her only enemy.
She will tell our father, but she will not tell her child. Emily Francine Vaughn will not be aware that she has an uncle.
Emily. The perfect niece. She has every quality a spy could want. She is intelligent, quick as lightening, and has the sharpest reflexes I've ever seen.
She will never reach her full potential. Her mother will not let her.
I had a small lapse of sense. I should have shown Emily the light while I still had a chance. She was always curious about her parent's past life. I could have offered her answers. Now she has them all. All except one.
Me.
My satellites can see through any kind of mass, even the thickest of walls. I can see the outline of Emily's hair against her face. I can even see the growing admiration in her eyes for the one called Jonathon. She will fall in love with him. I have only seen eyes like hers on one other.
Her mother.
The pier. Berlin. Rome. Numerous warehouse visits. Even in Depensar I could see it in her eyes. Eyes reserved only for CIA Agent Michael Vaughn.
This Jonathon will prove troublesome for me. He has a clean record, but if he harms her he will pay. Like Will Tippin. He harmed my sister. He had an unpleasant molar extraction. I can think of worse torture for someone who harms my beloved niece.
I will be there tomorrow. I will talk to my father for the first time. I will confront my sister. I will prove that I love my family. Even if it kills me.
***AN: I know this is incredibly short, but he needed a point of view. If you are clueless to who he is... you need to actually watch the show. I promise Poppa is coming very soon. And for all the Will-haters, his story is going on the backburner. It will arise again, but not right now. *Duck