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 7 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: I've decided that if I get 10 requests for the Vaughn perspective of the story, I'll start posting it. Until then enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4

Sydney hears ringing in her ear and realizes that it's the phone.

"Hmm? Hello?" Sydney asked in a sleepy voice. She looked quickly at the clock. It was 10 am. Usually, she never slept that late, but she didn't get any sleep last night. All she could think about was Vaughn and what she was going to say to him.

"Um, Hi. Did I wake you?" Vaughn replied. He wondered why she was just getting up. When she had been a double agent, he remembered she got up at 7 every morning. She had told him that during one of their meetings. Then again, she wasn't a double agent anymore, so she could wake up anytime she wanted.

"Um, no. Well actually yeah. It's okay though. I usually don't sleep this late, but I didn't get much sleep last night," Sydney answered. She didn't know why she was telling him this. It just seemed right she guessed.

"Well, sorry anyways. So... when do you want to meet?" Vaughn asked acting very business-like.

"How about 1? I have to take Joey over to my father's house. He wanted some quality time with Joey," Sydney replied.

"Okay, how about at the pier?" Vaughn asked as he remembered the many times they had met there to talk. His mind turned back to Joey. He didn't know what to think about him. All he knew was that if Joey was his son, Sydney had a lot of explaining to do.

"Um.. sure. See ya," Sydney replied as she scolded herself for bringing Joey up. *Shit! Now he'll be sure to bring up Joey when we talk.* She sighed.

"Bye." Vaughn said, his tone somewhat impersonal.

She did a lot of thinking on the way to the pier. Sydney had decided to tell Vaughn about Joey. As she walked towards the middle of the pier, she could hear the creaks under her feet from the wood. Vaughn was already there. In the sunlight, he looked even more handsome than usual. He was wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and sunglasses. His hair was neater and he seemed deep in thought as he leaned on the railing, facing away from the water.

When she reached him, she stood in front of him. He slowly stood straight up and took of his glasses. She took hers off as well and started fiddling with them.

"So. Why don't you start from the beginning?" Vaughn asked. Instead of answering, Sydney nodded and walked over to the railing and looked at the ocean. Seconds later, Vaughn joined her.

"Two days before SD-6 was taken down, I went to the doctor's. He confirmed my suspicions about something. I was pregnant. I remembered I was so excited, but also scared at the same time. I didn't know about the takedown and was worried about whether my, our baby would be safe or not." Sydney paused to take a breath and Vaughn gave her a surprised look but didn't say anything.

"The next morning, I called you. It was early, around 6 am. A woman picked up and when I heard her sleepy voice, I hung up. I didn't know what to think or what to do. I was so hurt." Sydney stopped to grab a tissue out of her pocket when Vaughn grab her hand.

"Sydney, the woman you heard was my sister," Vaughn said.

"What? What was your sister doing there that early in the morning?" Sydney asked very confused.

"She was having her house fumigated so she was staying at my house for the time being," Vaughn gently replied. This only made Sydney cry even harder.

"You mean to tell me that all this time was wasted? Wait. Why didn't you ask me to stay then?" Sydney asked. Vaughn sighed, now staring back at the ocean.

"I wanted to, but when you told me you were moving to New York, I thought you didn't care about us anymore. I thought I didn't matter to you anymore," Vaughn replied.

"This is all my fault. I should have never jumped to conclusions. I should have trusted you more," Sydney quietly said.

"I deserve some of the blame too, you know. I could have stopped you from leaving. We should have had this conversation a long time ago," Vaughn said, tears in his eyes.

"Why does it seem we always get ourselves in bad situations?" Sydney asked as she turned towards him. He looked back at her and suddenly she felt his arms around her pulling her into a hug. She stood there crying in his arms for what seemed like forever. As they stood there, he drew circles with his thumb on her back, comforting her. Even after all this time, he knew when and how to comfort her. His shirt was probably soaked from all her crying. Finally, she pulled back.

"I'm sorry. Your shirt's soaked." Sydney sniffled. Vaughn chuckled.

"It's okay, really. I just want you to be okay," Vaughn replied with a gentle look in his green eyes. Vaughn is always comforting her and protecting her. It seems unfair at times that she can't return the favor.

"Tell me about Joey," Vaughn asked. Sydney took a deep breath and began her story.

"Well, his full name is Joseph Michael Bristow. I named him after Joey's Pizza and you. Ironically, he was born on your birthday. November 27, 2004. He's ten now. Even though I never introduced him to the sport or sports in general, he became an avid hockey fan. I got him into the Kings though. I figured he would like them. As you could probably tell, he got your looks. He looks exactly like you. It used to torture me. He got my temper and impatience though. He's also very adventurous. When he was younger, I would stress myself out looking for him sometimes. He would run off to do this and that. His favorite color is blue and he hates broccoli and girls." Sydney finished. Vaughn laughed.

"What's so funny?" Sydney asked.

"That'll change," Vaughn said. Sydney gave him a confused look.

"He won't hate girls once he becomes a teenager," Vaughn explained. Sydney smiled.

"There's so much to tell you. I have his baby book at home if you want to see it," Sydney said. Vaughn nodded.

"What happens now, Michael?" Sydney asked. Vaughn looked at her, surprised she had used his first name. It felt so good to hear her say it.

"I dunno, Syd. We could start over. Go out on a date maybe?" Vaughn suggested. Sydney grinned.

"Sure," Sydney replied. Vaughn turned towards her and takes her hands in his.

"Sydney, would you like to go to dinner with me Friday night?" Vaughn asked.

"I would love to, Michael." Sydney said, a big grin spreading on her face causing her dimples to show. Vaughn smiled back, the smile reaching his green eyes. He leaned over and their lips met in a short kiss, well it was supposed to be a short kiss. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He ran his hands through her soft brown hair as their tongues met. Although they had kissed before, this one was different. It was sweeter, more passionate, and had more meaning. As they pulled apart, they stood there smiling foolishly at one another for a while before Sydney realized it was getting late.

"I have to go. Francie's coming over to help me unpack. Why don't you come over? We can introduce you to Joey," Sydney suggested.

"Sure." Vaughn replied as he smiled. Hand in hand, the two walk back to their cars.

*What do you think? It's not over yet though. I'm having a couple more chapters before I end this. That's it for today though. I need the rest of the day off to think. More chapters tomorrow though. Bye!