WELCOME BACK VAUGHN
CHAPTER 3 – Nuh uh! Uh huh!
Sydney made her way down to the holding cell and stopped when she approached the cell where Sloane and Sark were being held, and tried to control her laughter. They were having a pillow fight. She couldn't hold it in any longer.
Sark stopped, pillow in mid air, when he heard Sydney laughing, which resulted in Sloane getting him smack in the face with the pillow.
"OUCH!!!" Sark exclaimed. "That hurt."
"Well you hit me first." Sloane said.
"Did not. You started it!" Sark replied.
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"As amusing as this is, Sark, is there a reason you've been wanting to see me?"
Sark turned from Sloane to face Sydney, which resulted in him being smacked again.
"OUCH!" He started to cry. "You're mean." He said to Sloane.
"Well, you took the top bunk."
"Cause I deserved it."
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"Okay then. I'll just leave and come back at a better time." Sydney turned to leave.
"Sydney, wait!" Sark said, moving out of the way as Sloane swung his pillow with so much force that it caused him to swing out of control and land on his backside.
Both Sydney and Sark laughed at this. Sloane sat on the floor, arms crossed and sulked.
"Now, what was it that you wanted Sark?" Sydney asked.
"Oh, I just have some Intel that I can give you if you want."
"Intel about what?" Sydney asked, curious.
"I'm not telling." Sark crossed his arms and sulked.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Oh, good answer." Sydney started to walk away.
"Sydney, wait!"
"Yes Mr. Sark?" Sydney asked, turning back.
"I'll tell you under 2 conditions."
"And what are these 2 conditions Sark?"
"First condition. Don't call me Sark. I never liked that name. I mean, it's better than Starkson, it's much more evil, but don't call me that."
"And what do you want me to call you?"
"Steve."
"Alright Sar, Steve." She corrected herself. "Does that just go for me or for everyone?"
"Just you." He responded. "I still want everyone to fear me."
Sydney had to hide a smile, and fight from saying 'I highly doubt that people still fear you when you're fighting over bunk beds and having pillow fights with your former boss.' But she somehow managed.
"Okay. What's the second condition?"
"Can you please tell Sloane that just because he was my boss at SD-6 it doesn't mean he gets to be my boss here?"
"That's it?"
"Ummm, yeah."
"Sloane, you're no longer Steve's boss. He doesn't have to listen to you."
This just caused Sloane to sulk even more.
"Thank you Sydney."
"It's Agent Bristow-Vaughn to you Steve."
"Not just Vaughn? Why didn't you change your name completely?"
"I don't have to tell you that."
"Yes you do. I've made it a third condition."
"Whatever. I did actually change it completely to Vaughn, but to avoid confusion here, since there's already an Agent Bristow, my father, and an Agent Vaughn, my husband, my superiors thought it would be less confusing if I was called Agent Bristow-Vaughn."
"Wow. Those CIA people actually have some intelligence."
"Hey!" Sydney exclaimed.
"I was making a funny!" Sark exclaimed. "Intelligence? As in 'Central Intelligence Agency'?"
"So Steve, what's this Intel you have?" Sydney changed the subject, away from the completely un-funny joke Sark made.
"You didn't like my joke?" Sark asked, wounded. Sydney shook her head. "Oh."
"The Intel, Steve."
"Oh, right. Do you want me to just tell you or do you want to guess?"
"Tell me please."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay then. One last chance to guess."
"Steve…" Sydney warned.
"Alright." He paused for dramatic effect. "I know where your mother is."
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A/N: I know this story is supposed to be about Vaughn, but I wanted to put this chapter in anyways. Hope you still enjoyed it. Don't worry. There will be lots of Vaughn in the next one. Show me the lovin please!!!