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Summary~ Future Fic; When Sydney disappears, Vaughn is determined to find her, for his sake and their son's

A/N: Wow, not much feedback for chapter 4. Either it really sucked or people were just too busy reading post "The Telling" fics. Anyway, here is chapter 5

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A week later things seemed to be going fairly well for Vaughn and William. The small office in the back of the house had been turned into a makeshift bedroom for William, he was spending his days at the preschool in the CIA building while Vaughn spent his days trying to find Syd, and so far Casey and Donovan had only gotten into one fight.

Vaughn walked into the small room that William had turned into his. Toys were scattered around, a basketball, hockey stick, and his skates were piled in one corner, and clothes were heaped in the other. "Hey William, wanna do something today?" Vaughn asked, finally getting Will to look up from his gameboy.

"You don't have to work?"

"Nope." Vaughn answered, feeling bad for working so much "its Saturday, no work, so let's go somewhere"

"Like where?" William asked quietly

"I dunno, maybe we could go skate around or play hockey for awhile?" Vaughn asked his son hopefully

"Umm, I'm not a very good skater" Will said "But I guess we could do that" he added, putting his little video game away

"I'll help you if you need it buddy, we don't even have to play, we can just hang out for awhile" Vaughn said

"Okay" Will said, getting down off of his bed and grabbing his skates and stick out of the corner "Let's go"

"Okay" Vaughn said with a smile as he closed the bedroom door behind them

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30 minutes and two large orders of McDonald's French fries later, they arrived at the rink. As much as Vaughn loved this place, it did bring back some painful memories of when he and Sydney got along, and when their relationship wasn't so complicated (well, as not complicated as a two CIA agents, one whose mother killed the other's father can be) Even with thoughts of Sydney filling his head, Vaughn smiled and got out of the car, helping Will out and then grabbing both of their skates and sticks.

A few minutes later Vaughn and Will sat on the bleachers of the virtually empty rink, lacing up their skates "You need any help Will?" Vaughn asked, hoping that he and his son's awkward silence phase would be over soon.

"Yeah" William answered, tagging at his skate

Vaughn quickly got to his feet and helped, surprisingly, he had actually settled into this taking care of a kid thing.

"Thanks.." William said, smiling up at Vaughn.

He nodded and smiled back at William, noticing that his son never called him anything. In hopes to fill the weird silence in which most kids would have said thanks dad, Vaughn sat down. "Ya know, William, where you were little, and I was around, you always called me daddy"

Will nodded "I remember" he said quietly

"And I know that I haven't been around for awhile, so I don't really expect you to call me that anymore, but you could call me something, Mike, or Michael, or Vaughn, did you know you mom never called me by my first name? I was always Vaughn to her. Then again this could get confusing since ya know, your name is Vaughn too" *Since when did I start babbling so much? I have got to stop spending so much time around Marshall* Vaughn thought "but anyway, those are just options, I mean you can call me dad if you want to, or just not call me anything at all, that works too" he finished breathlessly *Oh my gosh why does a four year old kid make me this nervous* he thought, making his way to the ice "Okay, enough talk, let's skate" he said, embarrassed

"No, wait" William said, looking up at his dad with his big green eyes sparkling "Can I call you dad? Like I used to?"

"Of course" Vaughn said, smiling "Of course you can, come on, let's go" he said, taking Will's hand and helping him walk awkwardly to the ice "You need any help?"

"No, I'm okay, I just need to stay near the side for awhile. I haven't been skating for a few months"

"Okay" Vaughn said, still smiling from what seemed like a major development in his relationship with his son. He skated slowly beside William, keeping close just in case he was about to fall *since when did I become so protective?* he asked himself, still keeping his eyes on William, who had now let go of the railing and was skating pretty fast ahead of Vaughn. "Good job William, I thought you said you weren't a very good skater"

"I'm not" the little boy said, focusing on his skating, not his conversation with his dad

"Um, okay" Vaughn said, a smile playing on his lips "Hey, I'll race you"

"No" William said "You're too fast"

Vaughn smiled "I'll give you a head start"

"Fine"

"Okay, one, two, three..go!!" William skated off, wobbling a little bit. Vaughn waited a good 10 seconds before he started off, not really trying very hard. He skated up to where William was now standing on the ice

"You let me win dad" he whined

*Dad. Wow, he called me dad. I may not be the worst father ever after all* Vaughn smiled "So what if I did?" He asked, skating away, and looking over his shoulder at his son, who was still standing there. Since he was looking back, he didn't see where he was going. Suddenly he slipped and fell onto the ice.

William started laughing at his dad. Then he skated over and offered a hand to help him up

"So, you think that was funny?" Vaughn asked, trying to look serious

"Um yeah" William said truthfully

"Fine, I bet you'll think this is funny too" Vaughn said playfully, scooping up William, throwing him over his shoulder, and skating off

"Ahh" William screamed playfully, and a few minutes later "Daddy put me down"

Vaughn skated off the ice and set William down "So are you done or ya wanna play a little one on one?" Vaughn asked, taking his hockey stick in his hand

"Let's play!!!" William yelled, reaching for his stick

Just then Vaughn's phone rang "Vaughn" he said, annoyed that someone was interrupting what seemed to be a semi-normal father son moment

"Hey Mike" Weiss said over the phone

"Tell Kendall whatever he wants I can't do it"

"It's not Kendall, its Jack, he's got a lead"

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A/N: hmm this is pretty short, sorry. I just rewatched "The telling" and I think I'm still a little scarred lol. I'm not really sure where I'm going after the next chapter or 2, so suggestions are greatly appreciated!!! Now please review!!!