~~**~~Hey all!! I am sorry that I have been spelling Vaughn's name wrong. I totally apologize. I know that I am not really a good writer but, I am trying. Sorry for the inconvenience. I wrote like 5 things Sunday May 11,2003 because my mom told me to stay in for mothers day. I don't know when this will download. Have fun and don't forget to REVIEW!! Thanx!~~**~~
Jennifer sat on the couch silently. She sat reading the report in front of her. "So Sydney," she said softly to herself, "cute boyfriend."
Sydney awoke to see Michael watching her. "Hey," he greeted smiling at her.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Nothing. Want breakfast?"

"Sure."

Michael instantly produced a tray with two eggs, two bacon, and a daisy.

"Awe."

"No work. I called Kendall."

"Thank you so much." Sydney leaned up and pulled Michael into a seductive and passionate kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too."
Irina hurried to the door of the small house. She studied the plated mailbox. It read 'Mr. And Mrs. Vaughn'. She smiled. Her baby was going to be ok.

Suddenly she knocked on the door.
There was a knock at the door. Michael groaned and pulled on his boxers. He hurried to the door struggling with his tee shirt. "Yes?" he asked as he swung open the door.

Irina stood there. "I need to see Sydney."

Michael motioned for her to come in. Irina followed his hand and came in. Michael motioned for her to sit down. "I'll get Sydney."

Irina sat for a moment in the small living room. 'Cozy' she thought.

Suddenly, Michael materialized with Sydney in full dress and a gun clutched in his hand.

Irina smiled. "I see you found your pants," she commented. She turned to Sydney. "I want to turn myself in."

"Again?" Sydney asked with sarcasm.

"No. For real this time. Sydney. Your father hates me and he has a right to but, I do love you. I love you both. This Rambaldi prophecy thing has only hurt me. And you and your father. The thing is that if I turn myself in, your father will have me killed or kill me himself. I need your help."

Sydney looked to Michael. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's up to you."

Sydney looked at her mother. "What do you want and I will tell if I will do it."

"I just want confirmation that I will not be killed."

"Or?"

"You should know by now that you gave birth to a child. Sloane has it. You make it look like you captured me and trade me for the baby."

Michael moved forward. "Will he do it?'

Irina smiled. "He'll do it. All you have to do is threaten to kill his daughter."

"He has a daughter?" asked Sydney.

"Yes. You."