A half an hour later Sydney was on her way to Fullerton, with one quick
stop. The CIA office was quiet. No phones, no chatter. A couple guards
here and there. The guard at her mom's cell was unfamiliar to Sydney.
"I'd like to see Derevko," she said to the man, showing him her CIA I.D. He looked at her identification and then looked at her.
"How come?"
Sydney didn't like this guy. "She's my mother, and its not your business anyways." She pushed her way past the man.
Irina was sitting, meditating on the floor. She saw Sydney, and a slow smile spread across her face.
"Merry Christmas, mom."
Irina smiled more, and quietly replied, "Merry Christmas."
"I'm sorry you have to be in here alone today." Sydney didn't really know what to say honestly.
"It's okay." Irina looked down.
Sydney stared long and hard at her mother. She couldn't imagine living with what her mother had to. Memories of those she had killed, hurt, destroyed- how could that not make her a reformed woman? But thinking about who her mother had killed reminded Sydney of Vaughn.
"You have to go." Irina said, standing up and walking to the glass. "Its okay, I understand," she continued, before Sydney could speak.
Sydney smiled weakly and took a step from the glass, but holding her hand up. Irina placed her hand in the same spot on the other side of the glass.
"Was it worth it?"
Sydney didn't understand what her mother meant. "What?"
"Was it worth it? Breaking protocol?"
Sydney and her mother exchanged a long, knowing smile. "You know, despite you're your father may say, the agency wasn't thrilled about two agents being married and working together. But he and I wouldn't listen. And that was one of the few things in my life I did right."
Sydney paused, keeping her hand on the glass. "I missed you mom. I really did." She felt tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.
"Sydney, I'm sorry. Have I said that yet? I'm sorry. I can't change what I did, and I can't get that time back. But I'd like to make time now. I guess. I guess that's my gift to you. My time. But you don't have to take it, I'd understand."
Sydney shook her head and swallowed hard. "No mom, that's a present I would never return."
Irina smiled and tears started to come down her cheeks. Sydney pressed her hand against the glass harder before walking away slowly.
Despite her meeting with her mother being so emotional, Sydney was definitely excited to go to Fullerton. There was not very much traffic, because even L.A. scrooges stayed at home on Christmas.
As she exited the freeway, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was wrong for coming. As she looked around, she felt certain she knew where she was headed. This wasn't Vaughn's neighborhood. But it still seemed like. home.
She turned onto Cole Court.
"Mom, that was delicious." Vaughn picked up his plate and kissed him mom on the forehead.
"I'm glad you like it. And him too," she said, motioning to Donovan who was happily lapping up leftover chicken. Vaughn started to wash the dishes, but his mother came intot he kitchen and put down his sponge, and turned off the water. "Come on, talk to me. Lets go sit down."
Vaughn obediently followed. He sat on the couch next to his mom, who for the first time in a long time was not looking at him with worried eyes.
"Who is she?"
Vaughn was slightly taken aback by his mother's intuition. "What?"
"The girl. The one whose put the sparkle back in your eye, and some bounce in your step. Michael, its like you've come alive. Is it that nice blonde girl?"
Alice. Vaughn cleared his throat and sat up, shifting uncomfortably. "No, not her. Someone. someone from work."
His mother folded her hands in her lap. She understood. Her son was very secretive about his job, which meant no more questions regarding the girl.
Vaughn decided to change the subject. "So, Snoopy or Chevy?" He picked up the DVD for "Its Christmas Charlie Brown" and "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation".
"Hmm." His mom was deciding when his cell phone went off.
"Hold that thought," he said, slightly annoyed at being called on one of his rare day offs. "Hello."
"Guess what I'm looking at right now."
Michael's heart skipped a beat. Sydney.
"What?" he played along.
"A pretty one story blue house. With a wooden front door, and a classic mailbox out front. A white garage door, and white shutters on the window."
No way, thought Vaughn. He walked towards the front door, opening it.
"And a gorgeous man, confusingly holding a cell phone."
Sydney, in jeans, a white tank top, and gray hooded sweatshirt was leaning against her car across the street. She looked every bit as breath taking as when she would wear some gorgeous gown. Vaughn shut his phone, walking slowly out the door. Sydney crossed the street, and Vaughn flinched slightly because she didn't look for traffic. She crossed his yard, met him on the stone path leading to the house. And what Vaughn really didn't believe was true. she was really there. When he held her she didn't disappear. When he kissed her, her lips pressed back, hard. And when he opened his eyes, he was gazing in the most beautiful face in the entire world.
"Merry Christmas," she whispered, giving him an Eskimo kiss.
"How?"
"Thank your friend Weiss." She smiled, and laced her hand within his. "So. are you gonna take me inside or do I have to stand out here."
Vaughn smiled widely and pulled Sydney in the direction of the house. His mom was standing in the doorway, trying (not very well) to hide her smile.
"Mom, this is Sydney. Sydney this is my mother-"
"Whom you can call mom." Vaughn's mom smiled widely at Sydney who also started smiling. "Well come on, can I have a hug." Sydney let go of Vaughn's hand, and gave his mom a hug tightly. As the pulled away, Vaughn's mom grabbed unto Sydney's hand leading her in. "So, I know you work with my son, but what other things should I know." His mom's voice was talking but Vaughn couldn't hear the words. He placed a hand on Sydney's back and followed them in the house. Life was good. With Sydney, life was damn near perfect.
"Michael Vaughn? Yes hold on, let me get a pen. Okay yes, that address is?" The man scribbled down the address. "Okay. Yes sir. I understand sir."
He hung up the phone, looking again at the address written down. Michael Vaughn. He had no idea what was coming to him.
THE END of this story. stay tuned for my next fanfic which will continue the story... THANKS SO MUCH for all the reviews guys. I promise to keep this going.
"I'd like to see Derevko," she said to the man, showing him her CIA I.D. He looked at her identification and then looked at her.
"How come?"
Sydney didn't like this guy. "She's my mother, and its not your business anyways." She pushed her way past the man.
Irina was sitting, meditating on the floor. She saw Sydney, and a slow smile spread across her face.
"Merry Christmas, mom."
Irina smiled more, and quietly replied, "Merry Christmas."
"I'm sorry you have to be in here alone today." Sydney didn't really know what to say honestly.
"It's okay." Irina looked down.
Sydney stared long and hard at her mother. She couldn't imagine living with what her mother had to. Memories of those she had killed, hurt, destroyed- how could that not make her a reformed woman? But thinking about who her mother had killed reminded Sydney of Vaughn.
"You have to go." Irina said, standing up and walking to the glass. "Its okay, I understand," she continued, before Sydney could speak.
Sydney smiled weakly and took a step from the glass, but holding her hand up. Irina placed her hand in the same spot on the other side of the glass.
"Was it worth it?"
Sydney didn't understand what her mother meant. "What?"
"Was it worth it? Breaking protocol?"
Sydney and her mother exchanged a long, knowing smile. "You know, despite you're your father may say, the agency wasn't thrilled about two agents being married and working together. But he and I wouldn't listen. And that was one of the few things in my life I did right."
Sydney paused, keeping her hand on the glass. "I missed you mom. I really did." She felt tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.
"Sydney, I'm sorry. Have I said that yet? I'm sorry. I can't change what I did, and I can't get that time back. But I'd like to make time now. I guess. I guess that's my gift to you. My time. But you don't have to take it, I'd understand."
Sydney shook her head and swallowed hard. "No mom, that's a present I would never return."
Irina smiled and tears started to come down her cheeks. Sydney pressed her hand against the glass harder before walking away slowly.
Despite her meeting with her mother being so emotional, Sydney was definitely excited to go to Fullerton. There was not very much traffic, because even L.A. scrooges stayed at home on Christmas.
As she exited the freeway, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was wrong for coming. As she looked around, she felt certain she knew where she was headed. This wasn't Vaughn's neighborhood. But it still seemed like. home.
She turned onto Cole Court.
"Mom, that was delicious." Vaughn picked up his plate and kissed him mom on the forehead.
"I'm glad you like it. And him too," she said, motioning to Donovan who was happily lapping up leftover chicken. Vaughn started to wash the dishes, but his mother came intot he kitchen and put down his sponge, and turned off the water. "Come on, talk to me. Lets go sit down."
Vaughn obediently followed. He sat on the couch next to his mom, who for the first time in a long time was not looking at him with worried eyes.
"Who is she?"
Vaughn was slightly taken aback by his mother's intuition. "What?"
"The girl. The one whose put the sparkle back in your eye, and some bounce in your step. Michael, its like you've come alive. Is it that nice blonde girl?"
Alice. Vaughn cleared his throat and sat up, shifting uncomfortably. "No, not her. Someone. someone from work."
His mother folded her hands in her lap. She understood. Her son was very secretive about his job, which meant no more questions regarding the girl.
Vaughn decided to change the subject. "So, Snoopy or Chevy?" He picked up the DVD for "Its Christmas Charlie Brown" and "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation".
"Hmm." His mom was deciding when his cell phone went off.
"Hold that thought," he said, slightly annoyed at being called on one of his rare day offs. "Hello."
"Guess what I'm looking at right now."
Michael's heart skipped a beat. Sydney.
"What?" he played along.
"A pretty one story blue house. With a wooden front door, and a classic mailbox out front. A white garage door, and white shutters on the window."
No way, thought Vaughn. He walked towards the front door, opening it.
"And a gorgeous man, confusingly holding a cell phone."
Sydney, in jeans, a white tank top, and gray hooded sweatshirt was leaning against her car across the street. She looked every bit as breath taking as when she would wear some gorgeous gown. Vaughn shut his phone, walking slowly out the door. Sydney crossed the street, and Vaughn flinched slightly because she didn't look for traffic. She crossed his yard, met him on the stone path leading to the house. And what Vaughn really didn't believe was true. she was really there. When he held her she didn't disappear. When he kissed her, her lips pressed back, hard. And when he opened his eyes, he was gazing in the most beautiful face in the entire world.
"Merry Christmas," she whispered, giving him an Eskimo kiss.
"How?"
"Thank your friend Weiss." She smiled, and laced her hand within his. "So. are you gonna take me inside or do I have to stand out here."
Vaughn smiled widely and pulled Sydney in the direction of the house. His mom was standing in the doorway, trying (not very well) to hide her smile.
"Mom, this is Sydney. Sydney this is my mother-"
"Whom you can call mom." Vaughn's mom smiled widely at Sydney who also started smiling. "Well come on, can I have a hug." Sydney let go of Vaughn's hand, and gave his mom a hug tightly. As the pulled away, Vaughn's mom grabbed unto Sydney's hand leading her in. "So, I know you work with my son, but what other things should I know." His mom's voice was talking but Vaughn couldn't hear the words. He placed a hand on Sydney's back and followed them in the house. Life was good. With Sydney, life was damn near perfect.
"Michael Vaughn? Yes hold on, let me get a pen. Okay yes, that address is?" The man scribbled down the address. "Okay. Yes sir. I understand sir."
He hung up the phone, looking again at the address written down. Michael Vaughn. He had no idea what was coming to him.
THE END of this story. stay tuned for my next fanfic which will continue the story... THANKS SO MUCH for all the reviews guys. I promise to keep this going.