WARNING: This chapter was written on the night of 9/22/02 after the Emmys. It was written out of attempt to let out my repressed anger about certain people not winning. May be serious mood swings ahead. Proceed with caution. ;-)
A/N: Be sure to pay close attention in this chap cause this is where all the questions are answered and everything just kind of comes together. Lol. Also, I know Vaughn's acting kind of un-Vaughnish. But he's in total shock. Gotta keep that in mind. Lol.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"William Vaughn is not your father."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Vaughn snapped.
"Don't be so snippy, Mr. Vaughn. You heard me."
Vaughn didn't answer.
So I did. "You'd better tell us what the hell you are talking about right now!"
Irina laughed, almost a cackle. "Calm down, Sydney. You're so riled up."
"Answer me."
She nodded. "So I will. For a price."
Vaughn was still too shocked to speak. I gave him what I hoped was a comforting glance, then turned back to Irina.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Him." She pointed at Vaughn.
"What?"
"Yes. As it turns out, your Michael Vaughn fits the profile of exactly the kind of person I need working for me."
Vaughn was beginning to regain his senses, and awareness was slowly flowing back into his green eyes. "Screw you."
I smiled inwardly.
"I figured you might say that," she stated, nodding. "So I brought this along."
She brought out from the floor behind her a brown leather suitcase. She opened it and pulled out a thick manila folder, holding it out to Vaughn.
"This is the file on your real father, Mr. Vaughn. It contains everything from photographs to recruitment records to his high school report cards. Everything concerning him… you… your forgotten past. And you may have it… if you join me."
For a moment, Vaughn's eyes flickered over the file. Then he looked at me, the jade pools pleading for an answer.
I smiled slightly at him and reached out briefly to touch his hand.
A second later, I kicked Irina in her eerily familiar face. She was so shocked by the sudden attack that she froze. I hit her on the side of the head with my elbow just hard enough to knock her out long enough for Vaughn and me to get out.
"Sorry, Mom," I spat out disgustedly. I'd figure out what to do about her later.
Right then, I was only worried about one thing.
"Are you okay?" I asked Vaughn soothingly, crossing the room to where he sat on the floor, head in his hands, rocking slowly back and forth. I handed him the file. "Vaughn?"
He looked up slowly, appearing on the verge of tears. "Thank you."
"Let's get out of here, okay?"
He just nodded.
I took his hand gently and we left the library.
We went back to his hotel room and I led him to the couch. We sat it silence for a few minutes. All I could do was be there for him like he always was for me, and hope that would help him. I wished I could do more.
At last, he carefully opened the file and tugged out the first paper. He read it for what seemed like hours.
"Anya…" he finally whispered.
"What is it?" I softly encouraged.
He handed it to me and I looked at the picture clipped to the paper. It was a man, no doubt Vaughn's father. He had his hair, his face shape, the familiar clef in his chin. Even the shocking green eyes. I looked past the photograph and read:
NAME: Carlos M. Jeffons
DOB: 7/19/43
POB: Paris, France
CLASS: Case officer, recruit: 30023-62
LANGUAGES: English, French, Spanish, Italian, German
FAMILY: Wife- Maurine Jeffons (Maiden name: Delourme, DOB: 10-14-45)
Children- Son: Michael C. Jeffons (11-27-68)
Daughter: Anya Y. Jeffons (11-27-68)
DETAILS: The first double agent working for the CIA to bring down "the section that doesn't exist." His mission failed after only three months when he was discovered and killed by agents of SD-2, (the organization he was affiliated with) on 3-22-72, leaving his twin children to his widow.
Michael was raised in France by his mother, who remarried in 1975 to William C. Vaughn. (Recruit 30124-65, deceased.) However, the daughter, Anya, went missing the night of the murder. Her current whereabouts remain unknown.
(Profile details updated 9-16-00)
"Oh, God, Vaughn… Michael…"
Tears stinging my eyelids, I reached over and hugged him tightly. We held on to each other as though letting go would kill us both. I knew what something like this felt like, and still I could only imagine the shock and pain he was feeling now.
Finally, he fell asleep, clutching my hand tightly.
When I was sure he was sound asleep, I lightly pulled away and made my way over to the door. Touching the knob, I turned my head back around and glanced at him, looking pained even in his silent slumber.
I walked back over and sunk into the armchair by the couch, closing my eyes. He shouldn't be alone tonight.
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A/N: lol I *told* you it was messed up. It goes from totally angry, beating up your mother crap to romance in a span of like 2 minutes! Lol. I was in a weird, weird mood. Anyway, like I mentioned before, that was not Vaughn as we know him. That was 'oh my God I'm in total shock' Vaughn. Lol. REVIEW!!