Author: Kim Phan

E-mail: hibiscus_sweetie@hotmail.com

Rating: PG for now, maybe PG-13 later

Disclaimer: Look all I own is my journal which I barely even write in. I don't Alias, its characters, and/or anything else. Don't sue! Please I don't think I'll even have money for college.

Archive: Don't have one at the moment, but if you want it, take it. Just credit me and an e-mail would be nice. :)

Feedback: Please, pretty please?? Be easy on me though. It's my first ever fan fic.

Summary: This takes place 10 years after SD-6 is gone and Sydney has quit the CIA. She is not with Vaughn and has moved back to L.A. after being in New York for the past 10 years. She is not alone though, and by chance the two people she hoped would never meet, somehow find each other. Not what you think! Total S/V fic!

Author's Note: This chapter is little longer than the last. It could have been longer but I wanted to end it at the climax. It will explain more about what's going on. I'm sorry if I tortured you about who the other person in her life was. If you haven't figured it out by now, read the last line of chapter 1.

Chapter 2

"Mom! Mom! Where's my hockey stick?" Joey asked. Sydney smiled. Joey is always thinking about hockey. He reminded her so much of Vaughn it hurt. Joseph Michael Bristow. It seemed only right to name him after Joey's Pizza. Vaughn and her had met countless times under that pretense. Michael had been the perfect middle name for him. At least he would always have a part of his father with him.

Joey came running into the room. Sydney was ready for him, hockey stick in hand.

"Looking for this?" she questioned. Joey displayed a look of relief she had seen on Vaughn's face many times after Sydney had come back from a mission safe and sound. He looked exactly like her old CIA handler. The same green eyes, ruffled blondish-brown hair, and carved features.

"Thank you, Mom. I was panicking there," Joey replied. She had signed Joey up for hockey classes at the local ice rink and his first class would be tonight. He was so excited he almost forgot to watch the Kings game on TV. She had never forced her son to play hockey. Heck, she had barely ever said anything to him about sports in general. She had been too busy thinking about other things. Will was the reason he was so into hockey. During one of Will's visits to New York when Joey was 4, he took Joey to a hockey game. Ever since then, he became an avid hockey fan. It seemed like fate almost. Sydney didn't know why she was talking about fate. If fate was really meant to happen, she would have seen Vaughn again already. Sydney sighed and turned her attention back to her son.

"Ready for your class tonight?" Sydney asked.

"Of course, Mom. I've been ready for weeks now ever since I had to quit my classes in New York." Joey sighed, rolling his eyes. Sydney smiled. One thing that Joey did inherit from her was his impatience. He hated when people wasted his time and hated waiting for things. Joey was one of those people who had to have their Christmas presents before Christmas.

*Several Hours Later*

Sydney sat on the benches on the side of the ice rink reading a book. It was some novel about a woman who was in love with this man, but couldn't have him because he was her boss. Oh my, doesn't this sound familiar? Story of my life it seems. Every once in a while she would glance up to watch her son. He was really good. She wasn't surprised though considering who his father was.

Sydney was silently scolding herself for not bringing a jacket. Although it was June and 90 degrees outside, the inside of an ice rink was always kept at a cool temperature. At least she had worn pants, the one thing she was grateful for. She pulled herself out of her thoughts at the sound of Joey's voice.

"Mom, Mom! Come meet my coach." called an excited Joey. Sydney came down the steps of the benches and with her hand in her son's, was dragged to the entrance of the skating area.

"Slow down, Joey. I'm sure your coach is willing to wait a couple more seconds before he meets me," Sydney said. Silently, she wondered why her son was so excited about this coach. He had liked his old coach, but she didn't remember Joey eagerly asking her to meet him.

"I know, I know, Mom. He's just really cool though. He taught me a couple new moves and he even asked if I wanted to join the team he coaches," Joey replied. Now Sydney understood. She had always been nervous about letting him play on a team and Joey knew it. Sydney decided she would be more open-minded this time.

"Alright, alright, Joey. I'll talk to him about it and we'll see, okay?" Sydney gave in. Joey gave his trade-mark grin and started dragging his mother even faster. Her arm was going to be dislocated any minute now.

"There he is, Mom! Over there!" Joey cried, pointing to a man in his early 30's who was short with dark brown hair. She was surprised that that was his coach. She expected someone older and well less short.

"That one over there? The dark-haired man?" Sydney asked to make sure. Joey shook his head.

"No, that's the assistant coach. The head coach is behind him." Joey replied. She got a clear view of him as the coach skated towards them. What she saw almost made her faint. There in front of her was the man she had tried to avoid for 10 years now.

"Mom, meet my coach, Michael Vaughn." His green eyes were confused, tired, angry and surprised all into one as they stared back at her. She was sure that her eyes looked similar to his.

"Coach, meet my mom, Sydney Bristow." Joey finished the introductions. Sydney could take it anymore. She suddenly felt light-headed and started to faint. The last thing she felt before she passed out was a strong arm supporting her fall.