Title: Learning to Live Again
Author: Cara
Disclaimer: The things I would do with the characters if Alias belonged to
me. I'm content just watching though. JJ- you're a legend!
Rating: PG (In Australia we have different ratings and PG is suitable for
anyone)
Chapter: 5 A very importing meeting.
Author's note: That was fun! I just wrote two chapters in a row so I'll
have a break and wait until later before I write more. I'll post tomorrow.
'Where's mum?' Sydney asked her father. Jack looked uncomfortable. 'No one knows.' Sydney just sighed. 'How long?' 'For two years.'
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Vaughn, Sydney and Jack sat in the conference room. 'Where the hell do we start?' Jack stood up. 'I'll try my contacts in Asia. I don't know if your return had anything to do with it but there's nothing else I can think of at the moment.' He left the room whilst Sydney and Vaughn sat silently.
Again it was Sydney's mobile that broke the silence. 'Bristow here.' 'Sydney darling. It's your mother.' 'Where the f**k are you mum?' 'Now now, no need to use that tone of voice. I have your daughter.' Sydney started to cry silently. A little girl. In the background she heard a baby's voice. 'Mama?'
'WHERE ARE YOU?' 'In France. In Paris. Leave now and I'll see you soon. Ring 492-4056 when you arrive and I'll tell you what to do from there.'
Sydney jumped up. 'We've got to go now Vaughn. My mother has our little girl.' He ran out of the room to tell Jack. Then together Sydney and Vaughn hailed a cab for the airport.
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The flight was the longest she had ever been on. They couldn't speak. They declined the beautiful food offered to them in first class. Both could only think of one thing. Their daughter.
Vaughn silently vowed that his daughter was going to grow up in the happiest surroundings known to mankind. She would have two loving parents, both who adored her more than life itself. They would dote on her; indulge her with anything she needed. She would be beautiful.
Sydney was battling with her head. How could she not remember her own little girl? How was Vaughn taking it? They had only talked about kids a couple of times and never come to a finite conclusion about when they wanted them, or how many. Vaughn would be the best father ever. And she was going to make sure that she was the very best of mothers.
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Luckily with their first class tickets, they were able to leave the plane first. The attendants recognized their desperation and didn't comment when they started moving before the 'SEATBELTS ON' sign was turned off. Syd reached for her phone and quickly typed in 492-4056. 'There's a car waiting for you- a black van with a number plate of THS 940. Jump in and they'll take you straight to where I am.' Sydney ran to the door and Vaughn followed closely behind. They saw it straight away and opened the door. The driver didn't say a word, only started the engine and off they went.
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After what seemed like eternity, the van stopped in front of a huge villa. Vaughn ran the doorbell and a maid answered. 'Go on upstairs. They're waiting for you.'
A little girl was playing on the floor with a beautiful doll. Irina Derevko turned around and with a grin on her face watched as Sydney and Vaughn stared at the little girl in awe.
'Annabelle Sophie Bristow.' Irina whispered.
She turned around, thinking she had been called. 'MAMA!!!' Annabelle yelled and toddled over as fast as her 17 month old legs would allow. Sydney held out her arms and the little girl ran into them. Vaughn watched the encounter. After a big cuddle Sydney turned to Vaughn. 'This is your daddy Annabelle.' Annabelle looked him over from head to toe. 'Daddy?' She seemed to find him satisfactory and rewarded him with a huge grin. She held out her arms and Vaughn took her.
Irina allowed the family half an hour before she intervened. The parents fought to hold her though each immensely enjoyed watching the other with their child. Annabelle was relishing the attention and was at her cutest. Half an hour is a long time for a young child to stay amused and slowly her eyelids began to droop. Vaughn gently placed her on the bed and turned around to talk to Irina.
'Where can I begin?' were her first words.
'Where's mum?' Sydney asked her father. Jack looked uncomfortable. 'No one knows.' Sydney just sighed. 'How long?' 'For two years.'
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Vaughn, Sydney and Jack sat in the conference room. 'Where the hell do we start?' Jack stood up. 'I'll try my contacts in Asia. I don't know if your return had anything to do with it but there's nothing else I can think of at the moment.' He left the room whilst Sydney and Vaughn sat silently.
Again it was Sydney's mobile that broke the silence. 'Bristow here.' 'Sydney darling. It's your mother.' 'Where the f**k are you mum?' 'Now now, no need to use that tone of voice. I have your daughter.' Sydney started to cry silently. A little girl. In the background she heard a baby's voice. 'Mama?'
'WHERE ARE YOU?' 'In France. In Paris. Leave now and I'll see you soon. Ring 492-4056 when you arrive and I'll tell you what to do from there.'
Sydney jumped up. 'We've got to go now Vaughn. My mother has our little girl.' He ran out of the room to tell Jack. Then together Sydney and Vaughn hailed a cab for the airport.
******************
The flight was the longest she had ever been on. They couldn't speak. They declined the beautiful food offered to them in first class. Both could only think of one thing. Their daughter.
Vaughn silently vowed that his daughter was going to grow up in the happiest surroundings known to mankind. She would have two loving parents, both who adored her more than life itself. They would dote on her; indulge her with anything she needed. She would be beautiful.
Sydney was battling with her head. How could she not remember her own little girl? How was Vaughn taking it? They had only talked about kids a couple of times and never come to a finite conclusion about when they wanted them, or how many. Vaughn would be the best father ever. And she was going to make sure that she was the very best of mothers.
******************
Luckily with their first class tickets, they were able to leave the plane first. The attendants recognized their desperation and didn't comment when they started moving before the 'SEATBELTS ON' sign was turned off. Syd reached for her phone and quickly typed in 492-4056. 'There's a car waiting for you- a black van with a number plate of THS 940. Jump in and they'll take you straight to where I am.' Sydney ran to the door and Vaughn followed closely behind. They saw it straight away and opened the door. The driver didn't say a word, only started the engine and off they went.
******************
After what seemed like eternity, the van stopped in front of a huge villa. Vaughn ran the doorbell and a maid answered. 'Go on upstairs. They're waiting for you.'
A little girl was playing on the floor with a beautiful doll. Irina Derevko turned around and with a grin on her face watched as Sydney and Vaughn stared at the little girl in awe.
'Annabelle Sophie Bristow.' Irina whispered.
She turned around, thinking she had been called. 'MAMA!!!' Annabelle yelled and toddled over as fast as her 17 month old legs would allow. Sydney held out her arms and the little girl ran into them. Vaughn watched the encounter. After a big cuddle Sydney turned to Vaughn. 'This is your daddy Annabelle.' Annabelle looked him over from head to toe. 'Daddy?' She seemed to find him satisfactory and rewarded him with a huge grin. She held out her arms and Vaughn took her.
Irina allowed the family half an hour before she intervened. The parents fought to hold her though each immensely enjoyed watching the other with their child. Annabelle was relishing the attention and was at her cutest. Half an hour is a long time for a young child to stay amused and slowly her eyelids began to droop. Vaughn gently placed her on the bed and turned around to talk to Irina.
'Where can I begin?' were her first words.