Title: Fate Intervenes: Vaughn POV

Author: Kimmy

Rating: PG- PG-13 to be safe

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.

Archived: archived at Allies.

Spoilers: None

Summary: This is the Vaughn POV (second person) from the fic Fate Intervenes

Author's Note: Read, enjoy, and review! Please, please review. It helps me to know whether you like or dislike the fic.

Thank you so much to all of you that gave me reviews. I really appreciate it! It keeps my fan fic mind going! :) Sorry for the late update! It was raining really hard last night and my power went off so no internet. Today I was dragged to LA and just got back. Hopefully there won't be too many more interruptions. Does anyone know if Vaughn has a sister? If so, do you know her name? I know the mother's name is Brigitte. Well, bye! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

"Sydney! Sydney!" *You would think a double agent would have learned not to faint. She must have been really shocked to see me. It shouldn't be that surprising though considering I do play hockey and I live in LA. We were bound to meet. * Vaughn thought.

"Hmm...Vaughn?" Sydney's eyes flutter opened and stared into Vaughn's face. Vaughn kept staring at her as he heard Joey ask her something. It was on the lines of did they know each other. Now that's hilarious. Of course they knew each other. They knew each other very well in fact. Vaughn shook his head.

There were too many questions and thoughts going through his mind at the moment. He realized he must have spaced out when he saw Joey back on the ice and Sydney staring intently at him. Vaughn quickly asked the first question that came into his mind and that started a tumble of shouts from both sides. He couldn't understand why she was back and she obviously thought he had moved. Vaughn realized Francie must have told her that and made a mental note to have a long talk with Sydney's best friend. They kept arguing until Vaughn looked around and noticed the stares of the players' parents. He sighed. This was not a good impression to make your first day on the job. They probably thought he was some mean, complicated, too wrapped up in his own problems coach. *Great. Just one more thing Sydney Bristow has ruined for me. * Vaughn thought. He ran a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated with the situation.

Vaughn took a couple of deep breaths and was about to suggest going somewhere more private when his pager beeped. He suddenly realized what he had forgot. He was supposed to take his nephew home and get ready for his sister's wedding anniversary party. After telling Sydney what was up, she gave him her number before he rushed out of there. Grabbing his cell phone from his pant pocket, he called his mom and begged her to pick Eric up because he was running really late. Brigitte Vaughn agreed only after she made her son promise he would come to dinner next weekend. Vaughn raced home breaking multiple traffic laws, but he didn't care. He knew the wrath of his sister was worse, not to mention he would have to explain the reason for him being late. Vaughn knew how nosy his sister could be at times.

Vaughn opened his door and hurried into his bedroom. Changing into a blue shirt, matching sweater, and black dress pants, he hurried back out to his car.

Surprisingly, he was only five minutes late when he arrived at Sarah's house. *That wasn't too bad. People never came early to these things, right? * Vaughn thought. Unfortunately he was wrong. By the time he made it up the steps, he realized that everyone was already inside and his sister was going to be pissed.

"Michael Vaughn! Where were you? You were supposed to be here awhile a go!" Sarah cried, glaring at him.

"Relax, Sarah. I'm only five minutes late. Calm down."

"Everyone knows that you come early to wedding anniversaries." Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Well, I didn't. Besides it wasn't on purpose, I was distracted..." Vaughn looked up at the sky. Sarah looked at her brother with a suspicious look.

"Okay, spill it." Sarah crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"Why don't we go inside first? It's kind of cold out here," Vaughn suggested. Sarah rolled her eyes and led Vaughn inside to the living room. Everyone looked at them when they came in for a second before resuming their conversation. Brigitte headed over to her son and gave him a hug.

"Bonjour, Maman."

"Bonjour, Michel. Why are you late?" Brigitte questioned with a suspicious look. *God, why is this family so nosy? Can't a guy be late? * Vaughn thought as he sighed.

"I was just going to ask him the same thing, Maman," Sarah told her mom. Both women looked up expectantly at Vaughn. He sighed and knew he would not be able to steer them away from this subject.

"Look, I just met someone I hadn't seen in a long time. That's all. I lost track of time when we were talking."

"Oh really? Who was it? Someone we know?" Brigitte questioned, raising her eyebrow.

"Just an agent I used to handle. You don't know her." As soon as those words spilled out of his mouth, he regretted it. Now they were going to ask about Sydney all night.

"It's a her? Who is she and how come I haven't met her before?" Brigitte asked, clearly angry that there had been another woman in his life that she never knew about. She was his mother. She had a right to know what women were in his life.

"Her name is Sydney Bristow and you haven't met her because she is just a colleague."

"She was obviously more than that if you are so reluctant to talk about her," Sarah said. Vaughn ran a hand through his hair. He hated when his family interrogated him about his life.

"Look she was just a friend, okay? Please. Just let it go," Vaughn begged with a pleading look in his eyes. Sarah and Brigitte looked skeptical, but left him to mingle with other guests. Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to tell them about who Sydney really was. Vaughn didn't know how they would take it. Besides he wasn't even sure where they were at at this point.

The rest of the party went pretty much uninterrupted except for the occasional exploits of Aunt Trish. When Vaughn got home, he changed and climbed into bed. He was so exhausted from today's events and just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately sleep didn't come very soon. He kept thinking about Sydney and if Joey was his son or not. Vaughn wouldn't be surprised if Joey were his son. They did look very alike. Finally, Vaughn started drifting to sleep.