Thank you everyone for their wonderful reviews! I know the last chapter was sort of on the short side and this one probably will be too. I'm trying something new this time. Usually I go on and on about the past and explain everything, but I've decided that I would instead get you little hints here and there so that you can figure it out for yourself. Who is Michelle's father? What's happened with Sydney? You'll just have to read and see. hehe. Anyways, enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!!!

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Chapter 2

Sydney Bristow. The love of his life needed his help. The former love of his life he reminded himself. Even after what she's done, he still was at her beck and call. Vaughn hated himself for that. Why did he have to always be the good guy? He sighed and got up from his desk. Quickly grabbing his keys and his jacket, he headed out of his office and down to his car.

As soon as he got in, he revved the engine and sped out of the parking garage. He hated these government issue cars. Hopefully, it wouldn't draw too much attention to him though while he was in Texas.

Vaughn knew he had to get to the safe house as soon as possible. He knew that Sydney wouldn't have called him unless she was absolutely desperate. It was rare that Sydney broke down like that. It wasn't surprising though considering that for the last five years, she was someone else, someone who didn't have to worry about the spy life.

He would call Devlin later and explain the details. Vaughn knew Devlin would not be happy with Vaughn leaving unannounced like that, but he had broken rules before so it wasn't something new to Devlin. Jack probably wouldn't be happy either. His daughter's in trouble and he doesn't know about it. Vaughn made a mental note to call Jack at the next pay phone.

Amazingly there wasn't much traffic and he was able to get quickly on the freeway. There was no time to pack, but he had lots of credit cards and cash as well. Vaughn would have to make do for now.

Vaughn couldn't figure out how Sloane found out about Sydney's cover. CIA usually knew that kind of stuff ahead of time and he knew Sydney would have been extremely careful about her cover. As far as he knew, Sloane thought she was long dead. Obviously, someone had told him different.

He was still pissed off that they hadn't capture Sloane yet. Vaughn knew he had started a new secret operation someplace and nobody in the CIA knew where. Vaughn had been working on this case for the past few years, but all he had were bits and pieces. Maybe I'll be able to finally get this case over with since Sloane is tailing Sydney.

Vaughn chuckled at himself for being so naive and good. He could have told Sydney no or gotten someone else to help her, but his protective instinct was still willing to keep the woman who had caused him so much hurt safe. Damn his morals.

Weiss had warned him that his emotional attachment to Sydney would cause him some pain. Eric didn't know how right he really was. Vaughn laughed bitterly as he thought back to that fateful night in France.

He started to drive faster and hoped a police officer wouldn't pull him over. Vaughn didn't have the time or the patience to deal with it.

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He rubbed his eyes as he turned down the street leading to the safe house. Vaughn had barely gotten any sleep. He had been driving nonstop since LA. There was no time to stop at any motels or anything. There had been barely any time to stop for food. He remember what the girl at the convenience store had said about his appearance.

"You look like you're running from something."

"Why do you say that?"

"Your eyes are tired. You haven't been sleeping which leads me to believe that you've been driving nonstop for a while now. You're also buying a lot of food which leads me to believe that you don't have the time to stop to eat either. So you must be running from something or someone." Vaughn chuckled.

"More like, I'm running to someone." The girl shrugged and rang up his food.

He chuckled at the memory. The girl could have made a good spy. She was very observant.

He had called Jack and as Vaughn suspected, Jack wasn't too happy that he was out of the loop. In fact, Jack was on his way here right now. They had decided they would find out what happened to Sydney first and then figure out a plan of action. He passed some houses along the street. Even though there were houses, it was still pretty spread out. People around here tended to keep to themselves for one reason or another. He pulled up to the concrete drive way and stared at the small house. It was painted a very light blue with white lining the windows and doors. Lilacs and tulips had been planted in the front of the house and there was a small patch of grass. It was a very quaint place and you would think it was just an ordinary home if you didn't know better. Vaughn sat in the car waiting for Sydney to arrive. He glanced at his silver watch and saw that it was nine in the morning. She should be arriving any time now.

After fifteen minutes of anxious waiting, Sydney's car pulls into the drive way. Vaughn was surprised to see a small green camry. It just doesn't seem like Sydney's type of car. *Not that I know what her type of car was* Vaughn thought. He scowled and got out of the car. Vaughn made sure his face was cold and emotionless as he greeted the woman who had stole his heart.

As soon as he steps out of the car, Sydney steps out of the car as well. She looks tentatively at him as if unsure about what to do. She looked a lot different from her old self, but he guessed that was what came with having a cover. Her hair had been dyed blonde and cut short and she wore blue contacts. She looked like one of his ex-girlfriends. All of his ex-girlfriends were always blonde with blue eyes. His mother hated all of them. She always told him to find a redhead or a girl with brown hair to date since he didn't seem to be any good luck with the blondes.

Sydney was wearing a blue skirt and a white tank top with a jean jacket over it. She still looked as beautiful as ever and Vaughn had to force himself not to check her out.

"Hello Vaughn."

He was about to reply when a small girl opened one of the rear doors of Sydney's car and came out. She looked tired and was holding a small teddy bear. The little girl had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. It couldn't be, could it?

"Mommy, who's this man? He looks a lot like my daddy in the picture you showed me."