Chapter Four: Can I Have a Bedtime Story?
Vaughn and I boarded the plane. We sat down nearby to Mom. There was a table there. Mom and Dad were sitting on one side, while Vaughn and I sat on the other one.
Dad looked mad at Mom, again. Mom smiled at me.
Mom: Hello Sydney...Michael.
Me: Hi Mom!
Vaughn: Hello Mrs. Bristow.
Uh oh. Dad would be mad at this. He did realize that I wanted him alive, right? Mom, on the other hand looked positively delighted. A huge grin overtook her face and she motioned to me.
Mom: You made a good choice, dear. He's so polite and handsome and intelligent.
I turned the color of my jacket. Could Mom like Vaughn more than I did?
Me: Well, he's not blind! Anyone could see that you like Dad! Mom! He and I are not...
Mom: Sure, dear. You go for it, Girl!
Me: MOM!
Dad then took a look at me.
Dad: What are you wearing!
I looked down at my outfit.
Me: Oh yeah, Francie made me wear this. Said that if I didn't, I'd have to buy my dinner for six months. She can cook, I can't.
I shrugged. Vaughn was smirking.
Vaughn: A super-spy can't cook even a simple meal?
He began laughing. Suddenly my Dad butted in.
Dad: Mr. Vaughn, don't think that you are excused from what you said earlier. I may respect you, but that doesn't give you the right to insult me.
He stormed off. Vaughn yelled after him.
Vaughn: I wasn't saying that to you. And, technically you and Irina are still married. Besides, you are playing a married couple already. That was meant as a compliment to Irina, by the way.
Me: Mom, I want to go to sleep now, okay?
Mom: Can I tell you a bedtime story?
Me: Sure.
Unbeknownst to any of us, Dad was watching from the back of the plane.
Mom: I am going to tell you how your father and I met.
We nodded.
Mom: What I am about to tell you no one else knows. The KGB had chosen two men for me to possibly seduce.
Vaughn: Who?
Mom: Your father, and Arvin Sloane. Your father dropped off the list when they discovered that he was married. Even I would not seduce a married man.
Anyways, I was on vacation in L.A. The KGB had only told me Sloane's first name, so I had no clue what he looked like. I was at a pool. Anyway, I was walking to get some food when a guy rammed into me, spilling his drink and popcorn all over me.
He had been talking to a man at his side at the time. He didn't even apologize for bumping into me! Your father grabbed a towel and immediately began trying to dry my swimsuit, but to no avail. I shooed his capable hands away and picked the popcorn out of my bikini top.
I said: It's okay.
Then I back-flipped into the pool. I came out a few seconds later.
Your father said: Who are you?
I Said: Laura Valenshakoff. And you?
Your father said: Jack Bristow. Pleased to meet you.
We shook hands. Arvin then walked up to me. He didn't have Emily then. Emily was originally meant for your father, you know. She was also a Russian spy. She was like a sister to me. She was my partner in crime. That is exactly why I saved her from her husband's mercy killing.
Arvin said: Will you go out with me? I'm Arvin Sloane, by the way.
I said: No thank you. I think that we would be better off as just friends, and I hardly know you.
I don't think that he has ever gotten over that. To this day, he still holds resentment and jealousy towards your father, Sydney. I think that he's in love with me...he has been for nearly thirty-five years.
Anyway, he stormed off. I walked up to your father.
He said: Hey, would you like to go somewhere on Friday?
I said: Sure. Call me. But, don't tell your friend. I don't want him to get hurt.
I then wrote my number on his hand.
Mom looked up to find us asleep with our hands clasped together and heads on top of each other. She thought that that was the cutest thing ever, I swear. She didn't stop bellyaching about it for a few weeks. Dad stepped out from the shadows.
Dad: Since when have you cared about hurting anyone?
TO BE CONTINUED..................................................
Vaughn and I boarded the plane. We sat down nearby to Mom. There was a table there. Mom and Dad were sitting on one side, while Vaughn and I sat on the other one.
Dad looked mad at Mom, again. Mom smiled at me.
Mom: Hello Sydney...Michael.
Me: Hi Mom!
Vaughn: Hello Mrs. Bristow.
Uh oh. Dad would be mad at this. He did realize that I wanted him alive, right? Mom, on the other hand looked positively delighted. A huge grin overtook her face and she motioned to me.
Mom: You made a good choice, dear. He's so polite and handsome and intelligent.
I turned the color of my jacket. Could Mom like Vaughn more than I did?
Me: Well, he's not blind! Anyone could see that you like Dad! Mom! He and I are not...
Mom: Sure, dear. You go for it, Girl!
Me: MOM!
Dad then took a look at me.
Dad: What are you wearing!
I looked down at my outfit.
Me: Oh yeah, Francie made me wear this. Said that if I didn't, I'd have to buy my dinner for six months. She can cook, I can't.
I shrugged. Vaughn was smirking.
Vaughn: A super-spy can't cook even a simple meal?
He began laughing. Suddenly my Dad butted in.
Dad: Mr. Vaughn, don't think that you are excused from what you said earlier. I may respect you, but that doesn't give you the right to insult me.
He stormed off. Vaughn yelled after him.
Vaughn: I wasn't saying that to you. And, technically you and Irina are still married. Besides, you are playing a married couple already. That was meant as a compliment to Irina, by the way.
Me: Mom, I want to go to sleep now, okay?
Mom: Can I tell you a bedtime story?
Me: Sure.
Unbeknownst to any of us, Dad was watching from the back of the plane.
Mom: I am going to tell you how your father and I met.
We nodded.
Mom: What I am about to tell you no one else knows. The KGB had chosen two men for me to possibly seduce.
Vaughn: Who?
Mom: Your father, and Arvin Sloane. Your father dropped off the list when they discovered that he was married. Even I would not seduce a married man.
Anyways, I was on vacation in L.A. The KGB had only told me Sloane's first name, so I had no clue what he looked like. I was at a pool. Anyway, I was walking to get some food when a guy rammed into me, spilling his drink and popcorn all over me.
He had been talking to a man at his side at the time. He didn't even apologize for bumping into me! Your father grabbed a towel and immediately began trying to dry my swimsuit, but to no avail. I shooed his capable hands away and picked the popcorn out of my bikini top.
I said: It's okay.
Then I back-flipped into the pool. I came out a few seconds later.
Your father said: Who are you?
I Said: Laura Valenshakoff. And you?
Your father said: Jack Bristow. Pleased to meet you.
We shook hands. Arvin then walked up to me. He didn't have Emily then. Emily was originally meant for your father, you know. She was also a Russian spy. She was like a sister to me. She was my partner in crime. That is exactly why I saved her from her husband's mercy killing.
Arvin said: Will you go out with me? I'm Arvin Sloane, by the way.
I said: No thank you. I think that we would be better off as just friends, and I hardly know you.
I don't think that he has ever gotten over that. To this day, he still holds resentment and jealousy towards your father, Sydney. I think that he's in love with me...he has been for nearly thirty-five years.
Anyway, he stormed off. I walked up to your father.
He said: Hey, would you like to go somewhere on Friday?
I said: Sure. Call me. But, don't tell your friend. I don't want him to get hurt.
I then wrote my number on his hand.
Mom looked up to find us asleep with our hands clasped together and heads on top of each other. She thought that that was the cutest thing ever, I swear. She didn't stop bellyaching about it for a few weeks. Dad stepped out from the shadows.
Dad: Since when have you cared about hurting anyone?
TO BE CONTINUED..................................................