Meeting Mrs. Vaughn
Sydney held on to Vaughn's hand tightly as he introduced her to his mother. Sydney was five months pregnant and was very nervous.
"Mom this is Sydney Bristow. Syd this is my mother, Bridget Vaughn," Michael said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Hello" Bridget said with a noticeable French ascent
"Hi" Sydney replied very nervously.
Bridget ushered them into her very lovely home and Sydney nervously but her hand over her large belly.
"Sydney" Vaughn began again, he tried to ease her by placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. "This is my older sister Michelle and her husband Thomas and their little girl Abby." Vaughn introduced the rest of the people that were there.
Sydney nodded and smiled at everyone when her grin grew bigger as she looked at the young girl clinging very closely to her father's leg.
Abby went back to playing with her dolls, when she decided that Sydney was nothing to be concerned about and so the grown ups could talk.
They sat down, She and Vaughn sat on a comfortable love seat while Michelle and Thomas sat on an elegant white couch and Mrs. Vaughn was perched on a gorgeous armchair.
"So Sydney" Michelle started growing tired of the silence "How far along are you?"
Sydney smiled, as she always did talking about her baby, "five months, I'm do mid June"
"Congratulations" Michelle said, "May I ask who the father is?"
Syd gave her a knowing smile and replied "Michael is."
"Really?" Michelle questioned, Sydney looked down ."He never mentioned that he was going to become a member of the 'daddy club'" she slightly joked.
"That's because I wasn't allowed to." Vaughn defended himself, speaking for the first time since they had sat down.
"Oh" Mrs. Vaughn said "and why is that?"
Michael began "well Sydney used to be a double agent for the CIA against an organization called SD-6. No one was allowed to know that she had any connections to the CIA. And if they did she would be killed and most likely the contact too." Vaughn got out in only a few short breaths. There was no way he was going to explain everything about Sydney when she barley knew them and was so uncomfortable.
"So how long have you guys known each other?" Tom asked with interest, trying to change the topic a bit. He knew how out of place Sydney felt, after he'd been in her position a few years ago.
"About three and a half years" Sydney said looking at Vaughn for confirmation. "But we just took down SD-6 a few days ago." Sydney said.
"Mom" Vaughn started "We," Vaughn motioned to himself and Sydney "think you and Michelle have a right to know this." Vaughn looked at Sydney figuring that now was as good of time as any, after all things had to get worse before they could get better.
"My Mother" Sydney started in a quiet voice. "Was Laura Bristow or at least that was her alias." She began slowly, the last person she had to tell this to was Will and that wasn't quite as awkward as this. "She worked for the KGB and was sent here to manipulate a CIA agent and gather information on a secret mission." Sydney stopped and just stays there giving a pleading look a Michael for him to continue.
"About twenty years ago twelve CIA operative were killed Dad being one of them. They were all killed by Irena Derevcko a.k.a. Laura Bristow." Michael finished, he'd tried a more direct approach than Sydney but was still not able to look his mother or sister in the eye knowing that all he would see is sadness and hurt.
"Until about three years ago I thought my mother had died in a car accident when I was six." Sydney said explaining things further.
Vaughn's mother started cursing at Michael in French for bringing the daughter of a monster to meet her. Obviously not knowing that Sydney could understand every word she was saying.
"Rien de Dieu il Michael comment pourriez vous l'apporter ici me rencontrer sachant qui ici enfantez est" ( AN: what she said. God damn it Michael how could you bring her here to meet me knowing who here mother is.)
Michael stared at her in disbelief he thought she would be able to understand that Sydney couldn't erase her mother's sins. * "Maman elle ne peut pas s'effacer ce que sa mère a fait et elle shouldn?t doivent" (Mom she can not erase what her mother did and she shouldn't have to) * Michael said.
* "Mme Vaughn avant que vous disiez que toute autre chose je vous pense devrait savoir que je parle français? couramment. (Mrs. Vaughn before you say anything else I think you should know that I speak French … fluently.) she added after a moments pause.
Bridget paused for a moment after she said that but then started again shouting any hurtful things she could think of still taking in her native toung.
After several minutes of that Bridget asked, now in English, " Why aren't you affected by what I'm saying?"
Sydney looked at her "If I can survive my dad chewing me out, my mother leaving me when I was six, my mother then capturing me and shooting me, and also working under one of the most evil men in the world and pretending that he was like a father to me. Then I can certainly stand unaffected by a women who is yelling at me, more than likely just getting anger out that she has been bottled up for the past twenty years. Mrs. Vaughn you are not angry at me, you are angry at my mother." Sydney said in an assertive voice that was not angry just understanding.
Bridget Vaughn stared at her, as did the rest of the Vaughn family except Michael.
Sydney got up quietly and started walking to the door before she exits she says, "Mike, can you come here for a second?"
"Sure" he replied without hesitation.
"When you mother has cooled down and is ready to talk give me a call. Ok?" Syd said in a voice just low enough so Vaughn was the only one who could hear.
"All right Syd, Love you" he replied. "Love you too." She said before a good-bye kiss.
Mike watched Sydney get in her car and drive away before turning back and facing his mother. Walking over to her "Why did you say those things to her?" After a few minutes Bridget still had know answer and Mike then continued. "I've met Irena Derevcko, she and Sydney are nothing alike. Irena Derevcko is a cold, heartless bitch who felt no remorse for shooting her own daughter." After saying this his mother still had no response.
"You seemed so into talking a few minutes ago how come you aren't saying any thing now?" Michael asked again his eyes pleading with hers to answer him.
"When Derevcko first came into CIA custody Sydney was more willing to stay at SD6 for more years than necessary just so she wouldn't have to talk to her." Vaughn paused for a moment. "Sydney was forced into the spy life she never wanted it. Her father doesn't give a shit about her, she has three people in her life that care about her: Me and her two friends, Will and Francy." Mike continued with a resigned look on his face.
"I'm completely in love with her and she is carrying my child. If you guys can't except that then I'm sorry" Vaughn got up and walked out. If you guys change you mind, Call me…" Vaughn then walked out of the house and got in his car.
In the Car…
Vaughn picked up his cell phone and dialed the number to Sydney's apartment.
"Hello" He heard Francie's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, is Sydney there?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, Hang on." She said to Mike. "Sydney, phones for you," said Francie loud enough for Sydney to hear.
"Who is it?" Syd questioned, "A guy he sounds really hot!" Francie replied teasingly
"Ok" Sydney said as she got off the couch to retrieve the phone.
"Hey" He heard her sweet voice say.
"Hey" He responded.
"So how was it after I left?"
"Um… interesting."
"Uh Oh" Sydney replied "Interesting is never good." she completed her thought with a slight chuckle
"Well actually I was the only one that talked but Tom did keep giving me these really sympathetic looks." He laughed as well.
"Sydney, it's going to take my mom awhile to come around," Vaughn said on a more serous note.
Sydney smiled; it was full of sadness but also understanding, even though he couldn't see "I know."
Sydney held on to Vaughn's hand tightly as he introduced her to his mother. Sydney was five months pregnant and was very nervous.
"Mom this is Sydney Bristow. Syd this is my mother, Bridget Vaughn," Michael said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Hello" Bridget said with a noticeable French ascent
"Hi" Sydney replied very nervously.
Bridget ushered them into her very lovely home and Sydney nervously but her hand over her large belly.
"Sydney" Vaughn began again, he tried to ease her by placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. "This is my older sister Michelle and her husband Thomas and their little girl Abby." Vaughn introduced the rest of the people that were there.
Sydney nodded and smiled at everyone when her grin grew bigger as she looked at the young girl clinging very closely to her father's leg.
Abby went back to playing with her dolls, when she decided that Sydney was nothing to be concerned about and so the grown ups could talk.
They sat down, She and Vaughn sat on a comfortable love seat while Michelle and Thomas sat on an elegant white couch and Mrs. Vaughn was perched on a gorgeous armchair.
"So Sydney" Michelle started growing tired of the silence "How far along are you?"
Sydney smiled, as she always did talking about her baby, "five months, I'm do mid June"
"Congratulations" Michelle said, "May I ask who the father is?"
Syd gave her a knowing smile and replied "Michael is."
"Really?" Michelle questioned, Sydney looked down ."He never mentioned that he was going to become a member of the 'daddy club'" she slightly joked.
"That's because I wasn't allowed to." Vaughn defended himself, speaking for the first time since they had sat down.
"Oh" Mrs. Vaughn said "and why is that?"
Michael began "well Sydney used to be a double agent for the CIA against an organization called SD-6. No one was allowed to know that she had any connections to the CIA. And if they did she would be killed and most likely the contact too." Vaughn got out in only a few short breaths. There was no way he was going to explain everything about Sydney when she barley knew them and was so uncomfortable.
"So how long have you guys known each other?" Tom asked with interest, trying to change the topic a bit. He knew how out of place Sydney felt, after he'd been in her position a few years ago.
"About three and a half years" Sydney said looking at Vaughn for confirmation. "But we just took down SD-6 a few days ago." Sydney said.
"Mom" Vaughn started "We," Vaughn motioned to himself and Sydney "think you and Michelle have a right to know this." Vaughn looked at Sydney figuring that now was as good of time as any, after all things had to get worse before they could get better.
"My Mother" Sydney started in a quiet voice. "Was Laura Bristow or at least that was her alias." She began slowly, the last person she had to tell this to was Will and that wasn't quite as awkward as this. "She worked for the KGB and was sent here to manipulate a CIA agent and gather information on a secret mission." Sydney stopped and just stays there giving a pleading look a Michael for him to continue.
"About twenty years ago twelve CIA operative were killed Dad being one of them. They were all killed by Irena Derevcko a.k.a. Laura Bristow." Michael finished, he'd tried a more direct approach than Sydney but was still not able to look his mother or sister in the eye knowing that all he would see is sadness and hurt.
"Until about three years ago I thought my mother had died in a car accident when I was six." Sydney said explaining things further.
Vaughn's mother started cursing at Michael in French for bringing the daughter of a monster to meet her. Obviously not knowing that Sydney could understand every word she was saying.
"Rien de Dieu il Michael comment pourriez vous l'apporter ici me rencontrer sachant qui ici enfantez est" ( AN: what she said. God damn it Michael how could you bring her here to meet me knowing who here mother is.)
Michael stared at her in disbelief he thought she would be able to understand that Sydney couldn't erase her mother's sins. * "Maman elle ne peut pas s'effacer ce que sa mère a fait et elle shouldn?t doivent" (Mom she can not erase what her mother did and she shouldn't have to) * Michael said.
* "Mme Vaughn avant que vous disiez que toute autre chose je vous pense devrait savoir que je parle français? couramment. (Mrs. Vaughn before you say anything else I think you should know that I speak French … fluently.) she added after a moments pause.
Bridget paused for a moment after she said that but then started again shouting any hurtful things she could think of still taking in her native toung.
After several minutes of that Bridget asked, now in English, " Why aren't you affected by what I'm saying?"
Sydney looked at her "If I can survive my dad chewing me out, my mother leaving me when I was six, my mother then capturing me and shooting me, and also working under one of the most evil men in the world and pretending that he was like a father to me. Then I can certainly stand unaffected by a women who is yelling at me, more than likely just getting anger out that she has been bottled up for the past twenty years. Mrs. Vaughn you are not angry at me, you are angry at my mother." Sydney said in an assertive voice that was not angry just understanding.
Bridget Vaughn stared at her, as did the rest of the Vaughn family except Michael.
Sydney got up quietly and started walking to the door before she exits she says, "Mike, can you come here for a second?"
"Sure" he replied without hesitation.
"When you mother has cooled down and is ready to talk give me a call. Ok?" Syd said in a voice just low enough so Vaughn was the only one who could hear.
"All right Syd, Love you" he replied. "Love you too." She said before a good-bye kiss.
Mike watched Sydney get in her car and drive away before turning back and facing his mother. Walking over to her "Why did you say those things to her?" After a few minutes Bridget still had know answer and Mike then continued. "I've met Irena Derevcko, she and Sydney are nothing alike. Irena Derevcko is a cold, heartless bitch who felt no remorse for shooting her own daughter." After saying this his mother still had no response.
"You seemed so into talking a few minutes ago how come you aren't saying any thing now?" Michael asked again his eyes pleading with hers to answer him.
"When Derevcko first came into CIA custody Sydney was more willing to stay at SD6 for more years than necessary just so she wouldn't have to talk to her." Vaughn paused for a moment. "Sydney was forced into the spy life she never wanted it. Her father doesn't give a shit about her, she has three people in her life that care about her: Me and her two friends, Will and Francy." Mike continued with a resigned look on his face.
"I'm completely in love with her and she is carrying my child. If you guys can't except that then I'm sorry" Vaughn got up and walked out. If you guys change you mind, Call me…" Vaughn then walked out of the house and got in his car.
In the Car…
Vaughn picked up his cell phone and dialed the number to Sydney's apartment.
"Hello" He heard Francie's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, is Sydney there?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, Hang on." She said to Mike. "Sydney, phones for you," said Francie loud enough for Sydney to hear.
"Who is it?" Syd questioned, "A guy he sounds really hot!" Francie replied teasingly
"Ok" Sydney said as she got off the couch to retrieve the phone.
"Hey" He heard her sweet voice say.
"Hey" He responded.
"So how was it after I left?"
"Um… interesting."
"Uh Oh" Sydney replied "Interesting is never good." she completed her thought with a slight chuckle
"Well actually I was the only one that talked but Tom did keep giving me these really sympathetic looks." He laughed as well.
"Sydney, it's going to take my mom awhile to come around," Vaughn said on a more serous note.
Sydney smiled; it was full of sadness but also understanding, even though he couldn't see "I know."