AN: Sorry for the late update, everyone! Been putting it off. I know, bad me. Anyways, thanks for your reviews and here is the next chapter!

Thanks to Michelle for betaing :)

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Chapter 13

Sydney's POV

After she got off the phone, she quickly put on some jeans, a nice shirt, and her jacket. Grabbing her keys, Sydney left the house.

As she drove towards the warehouse, she thought about what Vaughn could want to talk to her about. Of course there was their relationship, but surely, he didn't want to talk about it so soon. Sloane wasn't sending her on any missions anytime soon and CIA had given her a couple of days off as well. Sydney was very curious as to what this meeting was all about.

She parked her car next to Vaughn's and headed into the warehouse. Even though she had a jacket on, it still felt chilly in the dark warehouse. From the distance, she could see a light shinning from the back of the warehouse. Sydney headed over there knowing Vaughn was probably waiting for her. Even though they had only met a few times, Vaughn was always here first no matter what. She wondered how he always managed to get here so fast. Then again, he didn't have as much tails following him everywhere. Sighing, she walked briskly towards him.

Vaughn had his back to her. He seemed immersed in some documents that were strewn all over the table. A lamp had been set up on the table so that he could read the documents better. She stood there for a moment observing him. It was rare that she got the opportunity to just look at him without him knowing. His dark blondish brown hair seemed more ruffled than usual and his green eyes seemed to be surprised from whatever information he was reading.

"Sydney, you might want to take a look at these."

She jumped at his words. Since he didn't address her like usual, she assumed that he hadn't noticed her. Sydney walked closer to him and looked over his shoulder.

"What are these?"

"Documents, photos, and transcripts that your father sent us. Apparently he has been following your mother's activities ever since she supposedly died. He's in Europe tracking your mother to arrest her."

"Wait a minute. If he knew about what she was doing all along, why didn't he tell the CIA sooner?"

Vaughn sighed and was quiet for a moment. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.

"He made a deal with her."

"With my mother? About what?"

"If she didn't go anywhere near you, he would keep her activities a secret."

"What? What right does he had to do that? I think I should have a right to decide that. I can't believe he knew about her all this time and just kept it from me. I have a right to know about things that concern my mother."

"I know. That's why I called you over here so that we could look through these papers together."

Sydney tried to calm down and they got to work at reading the many files and things on the table. She was amazed at what she was finding. Her mother was a cruel woman. Not only did she have her own crime syndicate, but she had ruthless killed hundreds of people. It made Sydney wonder. Would she end up like that too? It was a scary thought that her mother was capable of so much harm.

After awhile, she got to a file that looked pretty old. On the front was a paper detailing her mother's involvement in killing many CIA agents during her time as Laura Bristow. After the paper, there were pictures of the CIA agents that had been killed. Sydney started going through the pictures. They all looked like such good people. People who didn't deserve to die. Why did her mother have to do such a thing? She was looking through the pictures when she saw one that looked oddly familiar. Taking the photo out of the file, she examined it closer. Looking down at the name, she gasped. William Vaughn. Michael's father. For a moment, Sydney sat there trying to breathe again. She was in absolute shock.

Vaughn's POV

Vaughn was going through some of the papers when he looked up and saw Sydney looking very strange.

"Sydney, are you okay?"

There was no answer. Sydney just kept staring at this one photo. He walked over to her and took the photo out of his hands. Vaughn was confused. What was her father's picture doing here?

He heard Sydney gasp and her voice broke as she finally spoke. "Michael, I'm so sorry."

Then he understood. He understood why that picture was in the file and why Sydney looked like she did. Irina, Sydney's mother, had killed his father. He stared out into nothingness hoping that this was all a dream. That his father was still alive and Sydney's mother was never evil. He wished Sydney had never worked for SD-6 and lived a normal life as a teacher like she wanted. Vaughn knew the reality of the situation though. What kind of sick joke is this? The woman he loved had a mother that killed his father. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to yell and scream and kick something, but all he could do was stand there.

"Please say something, Michael." Sydney was literally crying now.

"I'm not sure if there is anything to say." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know this must be difficult for you."

"Do you? At least both of your parents are still alive even if one did fake her own death." He knew it was out of line and he shouldn't have said it, but there were too many other things going through his mind.

There was a tense moment where either of them said anything.

"Look, Sydney. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you were only stating the truth. I understand."

He sighed. This was too much. He needed to leave. "I have to go. I need some time to myself to think."

Vaughn didn't wait for her answer. He couldn't. He had to get out of there. It seemed almost like he was suffocating. If Vaughn hadn't gotten out of there, he would have said something he might have regretted and he didn't want that. As much as he hated her mother right now, it wouldn't be right to take it out on Sydney. She wasn't the one who had done something wrong. Her mother had. Her mother had killed the only father he ever had. The only man he had looked up to. Irina took his father away from him.

Had she no heart? Vaughn had only been a little boy when a nameless man showed up at his door devastating his mother with the news that his father, William Vaughn, had died. Was she as cruel as to take a father away from his young boy? She had a daughter at time. She must have at least understood somewhat what kind of loss he experienced. How could a woman as evil as her have a daughter as good and pure as Sydney? It just didn't make any sense.

By now, Vaughn had reached his house. He wondered if he had been speeding or if he had broken any traffic laws. It wouldn't have been surprising considering the state he was in. He numbly got out of the car, and headed up to his apartment. Once he got inside, he put the keys on the counter and headed into the kitchen for a drink. Grabbing a soda out of the refrigerator, he took a sip.

"Aren't you going to say hi?"

Vaughn almost choked. He hadn't expected her to be here.