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De-Nile
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Chapter Three: Secret Eyes
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Someone is watching me. I can feel it. When I hold Bernadette, I can feel their secretive eyes on me. The hairs on the back of my neck and arms rise with anticipation. I am unsure what to do, should I run? Should I hold down the 'fort'? I can't decide.
The decision is made for me when I get a knock on the door that evening. I hold my daughter close to me. Cautiously looking through the peephole, I see the four best faces in the world.
I swing open the door quickly, a smile lighting my face for the first time in weeks.
"Sydney!" All four guests shout at once. Before me stand Will, Francie, my father, and Vaughn.
Vaughn almost immediately takes me protectively into his arms, careful of our baby as he holds on tightly. My father smiles, as do Francie and Will. I am no longer Brianna Peters, and my daughter is no longer Bernadette Peters, we are Sydney Bristow and Bernadette Bristow.
After kissing me lovingly for a minute, Vaughn backs off, kindly allowing my dad and friends to embrace me.
Several hours of crying, talking, and hugging later, we are at the airport, ready to board a flight home. I could never be happier.
Francie and Will learned the truth about me the day before, the same day SD-6 was taken down, along with Sloane. I can have my life back. And my lover.
*
Three months later
*
"Hey Syd! Have you seen my suede jacket?" Michael calls, rushing from room to room in his gorgeous new house in Los Angeles. The house he shares with his wife and daughter.
Two weeks after Sydney's return, she and Michael eloped. No one was told until a week later. Jack was supportive, as were Francie and Will. Michael and Sydney were preparing to visit his mother, who knew nothing of Sydney or Bernadette. For all she knew, her son was simply joining her for a Sunday meal.
Vaughn hated to spring this on his mother, but it had to be done that way. They were going to tell her the truth about Sydney's mother's assassination of William Vaughn, and nerves would be running high.
"Right here!" Sydney gave Vaughn his jacket as she put her daughter's tiny one on.
"Let's go." Sydney prompted nervously.
45 minutes later they were pulling into Maureen Vaughn's driveway.
"You ready?" Vaughn asked his wife.
Sydney slowly nodded her head.
Surprise was written all over Mrs. Vaughn's face when her son appeared on her doorstep accompanied by a woman and a baby girl.
"Hello Maman!" Michael pushed the door open, worried his mother would close it in their faces if he didn't.
"Why don't we all sit down, there is something that needs to be discussed." Michael closed the door and ushered everyone into the sitting room.
Once everyone was seated, he began explaining.
"Maman, this is my wife, Sydney Bristow. And this is our daughter, Bernadette Bristow Vaughn."
Maureen gaped at them.
An hour later found the story of Sydney's life at SD-6 completed, the last three years summed up in an hour.
Maureen had immediately taken a liking to Sydney and their child, smiling warmly and offering sympathy for Sydney's life at SD-6.
The only thing left to explain was Irina Derevko.
"There is one more thing Maman..." Michael ventured off.
"Sydney's mother, who died when she was six, well, she was an agent of a ruthless organization called the KGB, you've heard of them, yes?"
Maureen nodded sadly.
"Her real name was Irina Derevko. The KGB ordered her to marry Jack and have Sydney. But when Sydney was six Irina Derevko drove off a bridge, faking her death.
but when she was posing as Laura Bristow, she killed 12 CIA officers. One was Dad."
Suddenly, Maureen's expression turned cold.
"Irina Derevko is still alive somewhere today, and the CIA is always hunting for her..." Michael tried to finish but was cut off by Maureen.
"Comment pourriez vous introduire cette chienne dans notre maison, la fille du tueur de votre père?!" (How could you bring this bitch into our house, the daughter of your father's killer?!) Maureen switched to her native language abruptly.
Sydney winced, clutching her daughter closer to her chest. Closing her eyes, the words repeated themselves over and over in her head. It was worse than torture.
"MAMAN!!!" Vaughn whispered dangerously. "She speaks French."
Maureen looked awed, but only momentarily. She soon turned angry again, fury raging in her once sympathetic eyes.
"Sydney deserves none of this, we are leaving." Vaughn stood, grabbing Sydney's hand and racing her out the door.
Sydney cried the entire way back to their house. Hurt more than could be imagined.
"I'm so sorry Sydney" Vaughn sighed as they sat in the car in front of their home. Their daughter asleep in the back in her safety seat.
"I..I deserved it. I am a horrible person. I'm so sorry Michael." Sydney sobbed.
"No! No Sydney! It is not your fault! You are not your mother!" Michael reached across to embrace her, but grabbed air as Sydney darted from the car, running away, down the empty street.
"Sydney!!!" Michael yelled after her, jumping out of the car to follow. But she was gone. He would never find her now.
Michael's shoulders hung as he lifted Bernadette from her seat and into the house, settling her into a crib by the couch. And there he sat. Silent. Waiting for Sydney to return.
De-Nile
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Chapter Three: Secret Eyes
*
Someone is watching me. I can feel it. When I hold Bernadette, I can feel their secretive eyes on me. The hairs on the back of my neck and arms rise with anticipation. I am unsure what to do, should I run? Should I hold down the 'fort'? I can't decide.
The decision is made for me when I get a knock on the door that evening. I hold my daughter close to me. Cautiously looking through the peephole, I see the four best faces in the world.
I swing open the door quickly, a smile lighting my face for the first time in weeks.
"Sydney!" All four guests shout at once. Before me stand Will, Francie, my father, and Vaughn.
Vaughn almost immediately takes me protectively into his arms, careful of our baby as he holds on tightly. My father smiles, as do Francie and Will. I am no longer Brianna Peters, and my daughter is no longer Bernadette Peters, we are Sydney Bristow and Bernadette Bristow.
After kissing me lovingly for a minute, Vaughn backs off, kindly allowing my dad and friends to embrace me.
Several hours of crying, talking, and hugging later, we are at the airport, ready to board a flight home. I could never be happier.
Francie and Will learned the truth about me the day before, the same day SD-6 was taken down, along with Sloane. I can have my life back. And my lover.
*
Three months later
*
"Hey Syd! Have you seen my suede jacket?" Michael calls, rushing from room to room in his gorgeous new house in Los Angeles. The house he shares with his wife and daughter.
Two weeks after Sydney's return, she and Michael eloped. No one was told until a week later. Jack was supportive, as were Francie and Will. Michael and Sydney were preparing to visit his mother, who knew nothing of Sydney or Bernadette. For all she knew, her son was simply joining her for a Sunday meal.
Vaughn hated to spring this on his mother, but it had to be done that way. They were going to tell her the truth about Sydney's mother's assassination of William Vaughn, and nerves would be running high.
"Right here!" Sydney gave Vaughn his jacket as she put her daughter's tiny one on.
"Let's go." Sydney prompted nervously.
45 minutes later they were pulling into Maureen Vaughn's driveway.
"You ready?" Vaughn asked his wife.
Sydney slowly nodded her head.
Surprise was written all over Mrs. Vaughn's face when her son appeared on her doorstep accompanied by a woman and a baby girl.
"Hello Maman!" Michael pushed the door open, worried his mother would close it in their faces if he didn't.
"Why don't we all sit down, there is something that needs to be discussed." Michael closed the door and ushered everyone into the sitting room.
Once everyone was seated, he began explaining.
"Maman, this is my wife, Sydney Bristow. And this is our daughter, Bernadette Bristow Vaughn."
Maureen gaped at them.
An hour later found the story of Sydney's life at SD-6 completed, the last three years summed up in an hour.
Maureen had immediately taken a liking to Sydney and their child, smiling warmly and offering sympathy for Sydney's life at SD-6.
The only thing left to explain was Irina Derevko.
"There is one more thing Maman..." Michael ventured off.
"Sydney's mother, who died when she was six, well, she was an agent of a ruthless organization called the KGB, you've heard of them, yes?"
Maureen nodded sadly.
"Her real name was Irina Derevko. The KGB ordered her to marry Jack and have Sydney. But when Sydney was six Irina Derevko drove off a bridge, faking her death.
but when she was posing as Laura Bristow, she killed 12 CIA officers. One was Dad."
Suddenly, Maureen's expression turned cold.
"Irina Derevko is still alive somewhere today, and the CIA is always hunting for her..." Michael tried to finish but was cut off by Maureen.
"Comment pourriez vous introduire cette chienne dans notre maison, la fille du tueur de votre père?!" (How could you bring this bitch into our house, the daughter of your father's killer?!) Maureen switched to her native language abruptly.
Sydney winced, clutching her daughter closer to her chest. Closing her eyes, the words repeated themselves over and over in her head. It was worse than torture.
"MAMAN!!!" Vaughn whispered dangerously. "She speaks French."
Maureen looked awed, but only momentarily. She soon turned angry again, fury raging in her once sympathetic eyes.
"Sydney deserves none of this, we are leaving." Vaughn stood, grabbing Sydney's hand and racing her out the door.
Sydney cried the entire way back to their house. Hurt more than could be imagined.
"I'm so sorry Sydney" Vaughn sighed as they sat in the car in front of their home. Their daughter asleep in the back in her safety seat.
"I..I deserved it. I am a horrible person. I'm so sorry Michael." Sydney sobbed.
"No! No Sydney! It is not your fault! You are not your mother!" Michael reached across to embrace her, but grabbed air as Sydney darted from the car, running away, down the empty street.
"Sydney!!!" Michael yelled after her, jumping out of the car to follow. But she was gone. He would never find her now.
Michael's shoulders hung as he lifted Bernadette from her seat and into the house, settling her into a crib by the couch. And there he sat. Silent. Waiting for Sydney to return.
