Authors note: Vaughn will never actually say how he feels fully about
Sydney, Why? you may ask well it makes my job more fun!!!
******* Sydney arrived home at around 4am and crawl into bed fully clothed. She reached into the pocket of Vaughn's coat and pulled out the book again; flipping to the page she left off at she was about to continue reading when she suddenly shut it with so much force that it echoed around the quiet house. No she couldn't do this it was private as much as she wanted to know more about him she couldn't invade his privacy- no true friend would.
"I'll turn on the radio that will take my mind of it all," she pronounced as if she had to say it out loud for her to do it. She turned on the small clock radio.
"Thinking about you baby all the time
Gotta get back to what I feel inside
24/7 you are on my mind
I'm crazy about your smile
Wonder if you know that you make me weak
There's something about the way you look at me
My body is shaking and I can't break free
I'm crazy about your smile"
Okay wow that reminded her about someone who would not be mentioned but she did lean over and pick up the small book, She was spy and all the information she craved was within her grasp;
Her Name is Lucy Stephenson. Her mother and Father were Andrew and Kerry and she had two younger siblings. One was just 1 year old.
It was 1994 -1995 I can't remember the exact year but the date is always there 27th of November, it was my birthday. I had to have been around maybe a little younger then Sydney is now. I was rising in ranks and I was on a new mission almost every week. On my birthday I was called in, Jack Bristow was there with Devlin and an extremely short six-year-old brunette. But I had no time for this, it was my birthday, I failed to notice how pissed of Devlin was, I suppose I may have been a bit tipsy.
"Agent Vaughn meet Lucy Stephenson," I bent down to the little girl
"Hi Lucy," I said with a cheery voice.
"Lucy has been exposed to Project Christmas, Jack met her in Australia,"
I was Dumbstruck.
"I thought we stopped using that program years ago"
Devlin looked at Jack and then turned to me "So did I."
"Umm I am here," she piped up "so please don't talk like I'm not."
"Look agent Vaughn the girl is valuable her linguists excels some of our best and her fitness is extremely good, she is a perfect agent." I nodded with understanding
"When does my family get here?" she tried again to get our attention.
"That is what we need you to do," He turned to me.
Usually I would have turned something like this down, I would have left this to someone at a lower level but I went into the CIA to help people and here was evidence right here in front of my eyes. So I agreed and before I knew it I was on the next plane to Australia.
We were five minutes too late.
Another agency had heard of the girl and when they didn't find her they grabbed the four people who were in the house. My team tried to recover the family, we failed, and I was caught. Now I had training in dealing with pain but this was terrible anything they could find with a sharp edge was weapon. There was one lady there, only one; she was a tall brunette with a thick Russian accent she went by the name of Irina Derecko.
Some of the scars from what she did to me are still there. I kept my mouth shut. It was her idea about the tattoo she thought I would be a useful agent in the future. I told her to go fuck herself. She didn't take it well. They tattooed their symbol onto my chest; it's not big thank god for that. Usually that wouldn't be enough to make an agent quit. It wasn't enough for me. The face of the girl did it. I could never go on a mission again for years; the crying face when I told her that her mum and dad weren't going to arrive was enough to keep me up at night.
I still visit her at the safe house they transferred her too. She is amazing. Four weeks ago she pick pocketed a CIA agent, escaped and got red streaks through her hair. It looks really quite good if I do say so myself. Eric Weiss was not happy. I thought it was hilarious I haven't let him live it down that he was tricked by a fourteen year old.
Every day when I walk in the cell of the women, who murdered my father, all I can think about is when she will recognise me. Then I don't think I will be able to return. The idea she wanted to use me as an agent sickens me. Imagine working for someone who shot her own daughter. When I walk in there I feel like she can see through my shirt to brand that she put there so many years ago. I'd never tell Sydney this she doesn't need my problems put on her she has so many of her own.
Sydney stopped reading. A lot of the sympathy she had for her mother was evaporating faster than water on a boiling day. How could that kind of thing happen?
She fell asleep at seven am that night.
**Meanwhile**
Michael Vaughn reached onto his bedside table to write another day into his diary and was surprised to find it wasn't there. He thought back to the previous day. He had taken it to work cause he hated writing reports so he had written it instead. Ah it was in his Jacket pocket. So he just had to find his jacket now where was it.
Suddenly it hit him. He had given it to Sydney last night. She would have found it for sure, it wasn't like he had hidden it but Syd wouldn't read it she understood about privacy. The again she was a spy.
Shit.
******** Okay Diary entry wasn't very good but I didn't expect it too be more then one part so when I think of better Ideas it will pick up. PROMISE.
Sydney Games xxxoooxxx
******* Sydney arrived home at around 4am and crawl into bed fully clothed. She reached into the pocket of Vaughn's coat and pulled out the book again; flipping to the page she left off at she was about to continue reading when she suddenly shut it with so much force that it echoed around the quiet house. No she couldn't do this it was private as much as she wanted to know more about him she couldn't invade his privacy- no true friend would.
"I'll turn on the radio that will take my mind of it all," she pronounced as if she had to say it out loud for her to do it. She turned on the small clock radio.
"Thinking about you baby all the time
Gotta get back to what I feel inside
24/7 you are on my mind
I'm crazy about your smile
Wonder if you know that you make me weak
There's something about the way you look at me
My body is shaking and I can't break free
I'm crazy about your smile"
Okay wow that reminded her about someone who would not be mentioned but she did lean over and pick up the small book, She was spy and all the information she craved was within her grasp;
Her Name is Lucy Stephenson. Her mother and Father were Andrew and Kerry and she had two younger siblings. One was just 1 year old.
It was 1994 -1995 I can't remember the exact year but the date is always there 27th of November, it was my birthday. I had to have been around maybe a little younger then Sydney is now. I was rising in ranks and I was on a new mission almost every week. On my birthday I was called in, Jack Bristow was there with Devlin and an extremely short six-year-old brunette. But I had no time for this, it was my birthday, I failed to notice how pissed of Devlin was, I suppose I may have been a bit tipsy.
"Agent Vaughn meet Lucy Stephenson," I bent down to the little girl
"Hi Lucy," I said with a cheery voice.
"Lucy has been exposed to Project Christmas, Jack met her in Australia,"
I was Dumbstruck.
"I thought we stopped using that program years ago"
Devlin looked at Jack and then turned to me "So did I."
"Umm I am here," she piped up "so please don't talk like I'm not."
"Look agent Vaughn the girl is valuable her linguists excels some of our best and her fitness is extremely good, she is a perfect agent." I nodded with understanding
"When does my family get here?" she tried again to get our attention.
"That is what we need you to do," He turned to me.
Usually I would have turned something like this down, I would have left this to someone at a lower level but I went into the CIA to help people and here was evidence right here in front of my eyes. So I agreed and before I knew it I was on the next plane to Australia.
We were five minutes too late.
Another agency had heard of the girl and when they didn't find her they grabbed the four people who were in the house. My team tried to recover the family, we failed, and I was caught. Now I had training in dealing with pain but this was terrible anything they could find with a sharp edge was weapon. There was one lady there, only one; she was a tall brunette with a thick Russian accent she went by the name of Irina Derecko.
Some of the scars from what she did to me are still there. I kept my mouth shut. It was her idea about the tattoo she thought I would be a useful agent in the future. I told her to go fuck herself. She didn't take it well. They tattooed their symbol onto my chest; it's not big thank god for that. Usually that wouldn't be enough to make an agent quit. It wasn't enough for me. The face of the girl did it. I could never go on a mission again for years; the crying face when I told her that her mum and dad weren't going to arrive was enough to keep me up at night.
I still visit her at the safe house they transferred her too. She is amazing. Four weeks ago she pick pocketed a CIA agent, escaped and got red streaks through her hair. It looks really quite good if I do say so myself. Eric Weiss was not happy. I thought it was hilarious I haven't let him live it down that he was tricked by a fourteen year old.
Every day when I walk in the cell of the women, who murdered my father, all I can think about is when she will recognise me. Then I don't think I will be able to return. The idea she wanted to use me as an agent sickens me. Imagine working for someone who shot her own daughter. When I walk in there I feel like she can see through my shirt to brand that she put there so many years ago. I'd never tell Sydney this she doesn't need my problems put on her she has so many of her own.
Sydney stopped reading. A lot of the sympathy she had for her mother was evaporating faster than water on a boiling day. How could that kind of thing happen?
She fell asleep at seven am that night.
**Meanwhile**
Michael Vaughn reached onto his bedside table to write another day into his diary and was surprised to find it wasn't there. He thought back to the previous day. He had taken it to work cause he hated writing reports so he had written it instead. Ah it was in his Jacket pocket. So he just had to find his jacket now where was it.
Suddenly it hit him. He had given it to Sydney last night. She would have found it for sure, it wasn't like he had hidden it but Syd wouldn't read it she understood about privacy. The again she was a spy.
Shit.
******** Okay Diary entry wasn't very good but I didn't expect it too be more then one part so when I think of better Ideas it will pick up. PROMISE.
Sydney Games xxxoooxxx