AN: Thanks for your reviews, everyone!! I loved reading them and some of them really made me laugh(aka the ones about Syd being lucky that Vaughn was at her school...I totally agree!)! To answer one of the questions, Sydney and Vaughn aren't that advanced, but they do get bored easily in the class. I kind of took it from my own experience in French class. lol. Okay..onto the fic! Please read and REVIEW!!!

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Chapter 1

11 years later

Vaughn's POV

Vaughn walked into CIA headquarters tired as hell. He had had a huge fight with Alice the night before about his job once again. She just didn't get it. Alice didn't understand how important his job was to him. Not for himself, but for his father. Maybe it was because she had never lost one of her parents before.

If Vaughn was really honest with himself, he would break up with Alice already. There was just no connection there. In fact, there wasn't a connection with any of the women he had dated over the years. The only woman he had ever had true feelings for didn't feel the same way about him and Vaughn would probably never see Sydney Bristow ever again.

He headed towards his office quickly, hoping to avoid Weiss. As much as his best friend amused him at times, Vaughn just wasn't in the mood today. Unfortunately, Weiss was already in his office waiting for him. In fact, he was sitting in Vaughn's chair playing with his yo-yo.

"Eric, I'm not in the mood today."

Weiss ignored him and continued playing with his yo-yo. "What's the matter? Having troubles with the ice queen again?"

"You know she has a name. It's Alice and I would appreciate it if you would call her that."

"Mike, Ice queen and I are never going to get along and it's time you accept it. We're two different people. I'm funny and kind. She's bitchy and boring." Vaughn sighed and gave up. He sat down in the other chair across from Weiss and ran a hand through his hair.

"What's the real reason you don't like her anyways?"

"You really want to know?" Weiss asked as he continued to yank his yo-yo up and down.

"Yeah."

"She's not right for you. In fact, all those ditzy, blonder hair, blue eyed girls aren't right for you. Go find yourself a brunette or something, Mike because you aren't having any luck with the blonde ones."

"This coming from the guy who has never had a serious girlfriend in his life." Vaughn rolled his eyes.

"Hey, at least I liked the girls I dated. Can you honestly tell me that you've liked all your ex-girlfriends?" He gave Vaughn a pointed look.

Vaughn knew Weiss was right and immediately changed the subject.

"So why are you just lounging around in my office anyways? Don't you have something better to do?" Vaughn grab a file off his desk and started to look through it.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Devlin wants to see you."

Vaughn looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Did he say why?"

"Nope, but you better hurry or you'll be late."

"Thanks a lot, Weiss," Vaughn said in a sarcastic tone as he walked out of his office towards Devlin's.

As Vaughn knocked on the door of Devlin's office, he had the feeling that this wasn't going to be good news for him. Once Devlin called for him to come in, he opened the door and sat down the chair across from Devlin.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Agent Vaughn, I'm promoting you to handler."

Vaughn had not been expecting this at all. He had been working hard of course, but Vaughn still didn't have that much experience. There must be a catch of some sort.

"This is great and all, Sir, but I'm curious why you picked me."

Devlin looked at Vaughn as though to study him. It was starting to make Vaughn a little nervous. "It's simple. We're short of handlers and you are a good agent. That's why I chose you."

Vaughn still felt as though there was something else, but let it go. He just nodded instead. After another moment, Devlin picked up a folder and handed it to Vaughn.

"Here is your agent's file. Everything you need to know about her is in there."

"Her?" Vaughn gave Devlin a surprised look.

"You look surprised. We do have female agents in the CIA, Agent Vaughn."

"Sorry, Sir," Vaughn mumbled. Devlin ignored him and continued talking.

"You will meet your agent at this warehouse," He handed Vaughn a paper with directions on it, "at 8:00 am tomorrow morning."

"Alright. Thank you, Sir." He shook Devlin's hand and walked out of the room. Once he closed the door, he opened the file to start reading. Vaughn froze as soon as his eyes read the name of his agent.

Sydney Bristow