Author's Note:: Thanks for the reviews!!! Keep`em coming!!! I'm soO sorry that I can't update this more often. It's just that a senior in h/s has alot to worry about, apparently. lols. Anyways, this chapter is a bit more "senitmental", so I hope you all enjoy this. Also, I'm working on a 3rd part to this lil series of mine. Tell me if you'd like to see one more story about Syd and Vaughn's daughter. The 3rd story [if it ever gets finished] will be self-narrated by her. So, tell me your opinion about a 3rd part. Thanks!!! Happy Reading, and enjoy the chapter!!! REVIEW!!!! `=D
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"This is your uncle's place?" she asked, in awe of the huge house.
"Uhh, yeah." he replied, shyly.
"What does he do?"
"He set up one of those 'fortune 500' companies."
"Which one?"
"Kamer Industries." Mira sat down on a couch.
"You must've had fun here."
"Yeah. But, I barely remember the place. The only way I know of it, is because my uncle left it to me in his will."
"C`mon," he continued. "We should go to sleep. We have an early day tomorrow. "
"Goody." she replied sarcastically. She followed him up the stairs, and stood behind him in the long corridor.
"There should be some clothes in the drawers." he said, as he showed her to a room.
"Ummm...Thanks." she smiled at him.
"You're welcome. You know you can't-"
"I know." she cut him off. "But it's hard not to. I know what's going to happen if I do, though. But, I know what I HAVE to do."
"I know you want to. I'd do the same if I were you. But, we both know the rules."
"I know. Thanks Riley." he smiled at her, and went on his way to his room.
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"You two are going to have a desk jobs for now. Kendall thinks that it's too soon for you and Riley to go out into the field. But, don't worry, you two will eventually get there." Sydney smiled at Mira as she explained her first duties of the day.
"I'm not cut out for desk work," Mira laughed.
"No one ever is. But, you'll learn to like it. Just don't be in such a hurry to get out into the field."
"Where's Riley and Vaughn?" Mira asked.
"Vaughn's probably explaining Riley HIS desk duties." Sydney looked at her watch.
"Hey, it's 12 noon. What do you say I treat you for lunch?"
"Uhhh, sure. Why not?"
"Great. It'll give us a chance to get to know one another." Mira smiled. Mira never thought that she'd be THIS speechless if she ever came in contact with her mother. Suddenly, she wanted to be a child again.
"So, where did you grow up?" Sydney asked her, as she bit into her sandwich. Sydney took her to a wonderful little bistro, where you could eat outside. Sydney ordered a sandwich, while Mira ordered a salad.
"I actually grew up around here. After my parents died, I mostly stayed at my grandfather's house. And, I also split my time with my grandmother. My grandparents are divorced. But, they get along."
"Really? Sounds like MY parents." she replied.
"Um, anything else you want to know?" Mira said, trying to avoid expanding the subject.
"Ohh yeah. I'm not done yet. What did your grandparents say when you told them you wanted to work for the CIA?"
"Uhh, let's just say they weren't too thrilled about it."
"Why?"
"Well, they do believe in patriotism and all that, but they don't want their one and only granddaughter going out there and getting herself killed."
"Ummm, I've been wanting to ask you this for awhile. But, how did your parents die?"
Mira hesitated for a minute. She had to think before she answered this question. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I understand."
"Uhh, no. It's okay. I can talk about it." she began. "They died in a plane crash when I was about 6. They were going on a business trip in Boston and the plane crashed. The cause of the crash was never determined."
"They sound like hard working people."
"They were. They loved their job." Mira tried to hold back the tears that were building up in her eyes.
"So, uh...how did you and Vaughn get together?" Mira asked, derailing the topic. It was her chance to get to know her mother. PERSONALLY.
"Well, it's your typical 'spies-in-love' story. I was a double, he was my handler. And you know, when you spend alot of time with someone, you eventually get to know them inside and out. And, Vaughn and I just fell into each other."
"I heard you have a daughter. What's she like?"
"Ohh!! She's a great little girl. She's smart, she's adorable and she's pretty cunning for someone her age."
"Maybe she'll become an agent, herself one day." Mira joked.
"I hope not. Being an agent for ANY intelligence agency is the last thing I'd want her to be. I want her life to be normal. That's why Vaughn and I don't tell her what we really do. "
"How old is she?"
"She's 6 years old. She just turned 6 last month."
"It must be hard raising a kid whose parents are spies."
"Yeah. But, Vaughn and I are really down to desk work now. Unlike before we were married, we used to go on missions nearly every single week. We only go out in the field when we're absolutely needed. While we're at work, my dad watches her." Sydney told the younger agent. Something about her made Sydney feel a connection towards her. She couldn't figure out what it was, but there was something about Mira Brown that endeared Sydney to her. Maybe because her mother had also died when she was young. Sydney could definitely relate to her in that sense. But, at least Mira knew who both of her parents were when they died.
"One last thing, before we go back to the office. What's with you and Riley? Are you two dating?"
"No, we're not dating. We're just... really good friends." That was probably the only honest thing Mira had told Sydney in the entire conversation. It was true though. Mira didn't exactly see Riley like her mom saw her father, when they first met. Yeah, Riley WAS the only person in the entire CIA who fully understood her, but it wasn't enough. At least, for her standards.
"We should get back. I have to teach you how to process files for some of the missions that have already been completed."
"I can't wait."
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"We've been looking all over for you two,"Vaughn said to Sydney and Mira when they came back.
"Oh, I took Mira out to lunch. I wanted to get to know her a little more." Mira could only smile. She couldn't help it.
"Sydney, Vaughn, Kendall wants to see you two in debrief." one of the other agents said, approaching them.
"I guess we have to go. You two will be alright by yourselves, right?" Vaughn asked. Mira and Riley nodded. Sydney and Vaughn headed to the debrief room to meet with Kendall.
At the end of the day, Riley and Mira decided to go for a long walk around the city.
"So, how was lunch with your mother?"
"She's everything I pictured she'd be. She's wonderful, smart, funny....I don't know what else to say about her."
"Sounds like you had a good time."
"Yeah, but she asked me questions about my childhood. I had to lie to her. That's the first time I've ever lied to a parent."
"You lie to people's faces everyday. You lie to Kendall on a regular basis."
"I know. But, this is my mother. I just realized that I missed out on that whole "mother-daughter friction" stage while I was a teenager. I didn't have anyone to fight with."
"At least you had your grandparents. They raised you well."
"I wish I could tell my mom that her parents did a great job raising me."
"Well, as long as you don't tell your parents who you really are, she`ll see it."
"Do you want to see what I looked like as a kid?"
"Um, sure. How?"
"I still remember the way to my parents' house from here. I remember, I once got lost here when I was about 5. My mom went inside this store," Mira said as she pointed to the furniture store. "She said she was going to buy me a new bed. Well, my father had actually promised me that. But, he was on a mission, I assume, during that week. And, my mom told me to pick out a bed that I thought was pretty. And I did. I picked a bed with a wooden headboard, and red roses imprinted on it. I liked the bed so much, that when I first saw it, I jumped on it." Mira began to smile at the memory, but tears were beginning to build up again.
"She talked to the salesman, and they walked around the store a little while longer. My mom told me to follow her, but I didn't. I stayed on that bed. About five minutes later, I finally decided to get off, and go to her. I couldn't find her anymore. I remember I started crying in the middle of the store. It wasn't til then, that my mom realized that I was missing. She was on the second floor, talking to the salesman about the bed. She heard me, and ran down the stairs and picked me up. I remember her hugging me so tightly. It was like, she didn't want to let me go."
"Did you get the bed?"
"Yeah, I did. I slept on that bed til I was about 15. I changed the mattress, but I never changed the headboard. Every year I had to repaint the red on the roses. I still have it." She laughed.
"How long do you think we'll be in the 'past'?" Riley asked.
"I don't know. My grandmother said that the machine's function was to satisfy a desire. Once the desire was fulfilled, the traveler could go back to their time."
"I think it's YOUR wish that the machine is granting."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, we're in the past. And you're finally face to face with your parents. Isn't it? You once said that that was your greatest desire. "
"It is. But, how long we'll be here is what I'm concerned about. Two of me, of us, can't exist in the same time frame. We're going to have to be sent back sooner or later."
"I thought we were going to your house?"
"We are. We just have to turn this last corner." Mira replied, as she led him to the neighborhood that she could barely remember. She only had one real memory on this block. She remembered her 6th birthday party, the last birthday she would ever celebrate with her parents. Her dad had bought her a beautiful dollhouse, fully furnished. She still remembered everything inside of the house. From the little toy people she named "Barbra" and "Vince", to the working lights inside every room. The house was white and blue outside, and the door opened and closed, and so did the windows. She also remembered that she was the envy of the other girls in her class that Monday. She had the best dollhouse, and they all wanted to be her friend, and come over and play at HER house. A month later, she put the dollhouse in her new room at her grandfather's house. She changed the names of the little people inside from "Barbra and Vince" to "Sydney and Vaughn". Everyday after school, she would run home, and play with "Sydney " and "Vaughn". She'd greet them, and said goodnight to them before she went to sleep, and tucked them in their little beds.
"There's my house." Mira pointed to a normal looking house, that was white and yellow. And from what he could tell by the size and the windows, it was a 2 floored home. He could see the lights were still on.
"You see that window, on the right?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"That was my room. C`mon, let's get a closer look." she said, as they inched closer to the living room window. They peeked in, and there they saw Sydney and Vaughn and Mira[belle]. They were all sitting on the couch, and Mira[belle] was reading to her parents. They looked very tired, but not the little girl. Sydney and Vaughn looked like they were trying their hardest to stay awake to hear their daughter read, but it wasn't working. They fell asleep while she was still reading. She finally saw her parents asleep, and kissed them on the cheek. She turned off the lights, and went up to her room. Mira and Riley began laughing.
"You know your audience." he joked, as they began to leave the house.
"Ugh, I remember that." she replied, a wide smile creeping across her face. Her smile reminded Riley of Sydney's.
"I had learned to read a new book that day in school. And, I remember staying at my granddad's house, and reading it nonstop to him. Then, I begged and pleaded with him to let me call my grandmother to read the book to her. And I did. Then, my parents came to pick me up, and I tried reading it to them in the car. But, my dad said that I shouldn't because I'd get sick, and throw up. He used the word 'hurl'."
"After the day I spent with your father, I can't picture hearing him say that."
"Well, he did. He told me to read it to them before my bedtime that night. After dinner, I reminded them again. And then, around 9pm, I told them to sit on the couch to hear me read. I knew they were tired. But, I couldn't help it. I just HAD to read it to them."
"You were pushy as a child, weren't you?" he laughed.
"I was. I don't even remember what the book was about, though."
"Do you miss this house?"
"Not really. I didn't live here long enough for me to have memories to grab onto while I lived here. But my room was a child's fantasy. A dollhouse that my dad had given me for my 6th birthday, that bed, and stuffed animals all over."
"You were a spoiled child!!" he teased.
"I guess you could say that. C`mon, we should go home. I'm tired."
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"This is your uncle's place?" she asked, in awe of the huge house.
"Uhh, yeah." he replied, shyly.
"What does he do?"
"He set up one of those 'fortune 500' companies."
"Which one?"
"Kamer Industries." Mira sat down on a couch.
"You must've had fun here."
"Yeah. But, I barely remember the place. The only way I know of it, is because my uncle left it to me in his will."
"C`mon," he continued. "We should go to sleep. We have an early day tomorrow. "
"Goody." she replied sarcastically. She followed him up the stairs, and stood behind him in the long corridor.
"There should be some clothes in the drawers." he said, as he showed her to a room.
"Ummm...Thanks." she smiled at him.
"You're welcome. You know you can't-"
"I know." she cut him off. "But it's hard not to. I know what's going to happen if I do, though. But, I know what I HAVE to do."
"I know you want to. I'd do the same if I were you. But, we both know the rules."
"I know. Thanks Riley." he smiled at her, and went on his way to his room.
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"You two are going to have a desk jobs for now. Kendall thinks that it's too soon for you and Riley to go out into the field. But, don't worry, you two will eventually get there." Sydney smiled at Mira as she explained her first duties of the day.
"I'm not cut out for desk work," Mira laughed.
"No one ever is. But, you'll learn to like it. Just don't be in such a hurry to get out into the field."
"Where's Riley and Vaughn?" Mira asked.
"Vaughn's probably explaining Riley HIS desk duties." Sydney looked at her watch.
"Hey, it's 12 noon. What do you say I treat you for lunch?"
"Uhhh, sure. Why not?"
"Great. It'll give us a chance to get to know one another." Mira smiled. Mira never thought that she'd be THIS speechless if she ever came in contact with her mother. Suddenly, she wanted to be a child again.
"So, where did you grow up?" Sydney asked her, as she bit into her sandwich. Sydney took her to a wonderful little bistro, where you could eat outside. Sydney ordered a sandwich, while Mira ordered a salad.
"I actually grew up around here. After my parents died, I mostly stayed at my grandfather's house. And, I also split my time with my grandmother. My grandparents are divorced. But, they get along."
"Really? Sounds like MY parents." she replied.
"Um, anything else you want to know?" Mira said, trying to avoid expanding the subject.
"Ohh yeah. I'm not done yet. What did your grandparents say when you told them you wanted to work for the CIA?"
"Uhh, let's just say they weren't too thrilled about it."
"Why?"
"Well, they do believe in patriotism and all that, but they don't want their one and only granddaughter going out there and getting herself killed."
"Ummm, I've been wanting to ask you this for awhile. But, how did your parents die?"
Mira hesitated for a minute. She had to think before she answered this question. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I understand."
"Uhh, no. It's okay. I can talk about it." she began. "They died in a plane crash when I was about 6. They were going on a business trip in Boston and the plane crashed. The cause of the crash was never determined."
"They sound like hard working people."
"They were. They loved their job." Mira tried to hold back the tears that were building up in her eyes.
"So, uh...how did you and Vaughn get together?" Mira asked, derailing the topic. It was her chance to get to know her mother. PERSONALLY.
"Well, it's your typical 'spies-in-love' story. I was a double, he was my handler. And you know, when you spend alot of time with someone, you eventually get to know them inside and out. And, Vaughn and I just fell into each other."
"I heard you have a daughter. What's she like?"
"Ohh!! She's a great little girl. She's smart, she's adorable and she's pretty cunning for someone her age."
"Maybe she'll become an agent, herself one day." Mira joked.
"I hope not. Being an agent for ANY intelligence agency is the last thing I'd want her to be. I want her life to be normal. That's why Vaughn and I don't tell her what we really do. "
"How old is she?"
"She's 6 years old. She just turned 6 last month."
"It must be hard raising a kid whose parents are spies."
"Yeah. But, Vaughn and I are really down to desk work now. Unlike before we were married, we used to go on missions nearly every single week. We only go out in the field when we're absolutely needed. While we're at work, my dad watches her." Sydney told the younger agent. Something about her made Sydney feel a connection towards her. She couldn't figure out what it was, but there was something about Mira Brown that endeared Sydney to her. Maybe because her mother had also died when she was young. Sydney could definitely relate to her in that sense. But, at least Mira knew who both of her parents were when they died.
"One last thing, before we go back to the office. What's with you and Riley? Are you two dating?"
"No, we're not dating. We're just... really good friends." That was probably the only honest thing Mira had told Sydney in the entire conversation. It was true though. Mira didn't exactly see Riley like her mom saw her father, when they first met. Yeah, Riley WAS the only person in the entire CIA who fully understood her, but it wasn't enough. At least, for her standards.
"We should get back. I have to teach you how to process files for some of the missions that have already been completed."
"I can't wait."
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"We've been looking all over for you two,"Vaughn said to Sydney and Mira when they came back.
"Oh, I took Mira out to lunch. I wanted to get to know her a little more." Mira could only smile. She couldn't help it.
"Sydney, Vaughn, Kendall wants to see you two in debrief." one of the other agents said, approaching them.
"I guess we have to go. You two will be alright by yourselves, right?" Vaughn asked. Mira and Riley nodded. Sydney and Vaughn headed to the debrief room to meet with Kendall.
At the end of the day, Riley and Mira decided to go for a long walk around the city.
"So, how was lunch with your mother?"
"She's everything I pictured she'd be. She's wonderful, smart, funny....I don't know what else to say about her."
"Sounds like you had a good time."
"Yeah, but she asked me questions about my childhood. I had to lie to her. That's the first time I've ever lied to a parent."
"You lie to people's faces everyday. You lie to Kendall on a regular basis."
"I know. But, this is my mother. I just realized that I missed out on that whole "mother-daughter friction" stage while I was a teenager. I didn't have anyone to fight with."
"At least you had your grandparents. They raised you well."
"I wish I could tell my mom that her parents did a great job raising me."
"Well, as long as you don't tell your parents who you really are, she`ll see it."
"Do you want to see what I looked like as a kid?"
"Um, sure. How?"
"I still remember the way to my parents' house from here. I remember, I once got lost here when I was about 5. My mom went inside this store," Mira said as she pointed to the furniture store. "She said she was going to buy me a new bed. Well, my father had actually promised me that. But, he was on a mission, I assume, during that week. And, my mom told me to pick out a bed that I thought was pretty. And I did. I picked a bed with a wooden headboard, and red roses imprinted on it. I liked the bed so much, that when I first saw it, I jumped on it." Mira began to smile at the memory, but tears were beginning to build up again.
"She talked to the salesman, and they walked around the store a little while longer. My mom told me to follow her, but I didn't. I stayed on that bed. About five minutes later, I finally decided to get off, and go to her. I couldn't find her anymore. I remember I started crying in the middle of the store. It wasn't til then, that my mom realized that I was missing. She was on the second floor, talking to the salesman about the bed. She heard me, and ran down the stairs and picked me up. I remember her hugging me so tightly. It was like, she didn't want to let me go."
"Did you get the bed?"
"Yeah, I did. I slept on that bed til I was about 15. I changed the mattress, but I never changed the headboard. Every year I had to repaint the red on the roses. I still have it." She laughed.
"How long do you think we'll be in the 'past'?" Riley asked.
"I don't know. My grandmother said that the machine's function was to satisfy a desire. Once the desire was fulfilled, the traveler could go back to their time."
"I think it's YOUR wish that the machine is granting."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, we're in the past. And you're finally face to face with your parents. Isn't it? You once said that that was your greatest desire. "
"It is. But, how long we'll be here is what I'm concerned about. Two of me, of us, can't exist in the same time frame. We're going to have to be sent back sooner or later."
"I thought we were going to your house?"
"We are. We just have to turn this last corner." Mira replied, as she led him to the neighborhood that she could barely remember. She only had one real memory on this block. She remembered her 6th birthday party, the last birthday she would ever celebrate with her parents. Her dad had bought her a beautiful dollhouse, fully furnished. She still remembered everything inside of the house. From the little toy people she named "Barbra" and "Vince", to the working lights inside every room. The house was white and blue outside, and the door opened and closed, and so did the windows. She also remembered that she was the envy of the other girls in her class that Monday. She had the best dollhouse, and they all wanted to be her friend, and come over and play at HER house. A month later, she put the dollhouse in her new room at her grandfather's house. She changed the names of the little people inside from "Barbra and Vince" to "Sydney and Vaughn". Everyday after school, she would run home, and play with "Sydney " and "Vaughn". She'd greet them, and said goodnight to them before she went to sleep, and tucked them in their little beds.
"There's my house." Mira pointed to a normal looking house, that was white and yellow. And from what he could tell by the size and the windows, it was a 2 floored home. He could see the lights were still on.
"You see that window, on the right?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"That was my room. C`mon, let's get a closer look." she said, as they inched closer to the living room window. They peeked in, and there they saw Sydney and Vaughn and Mira[belle]. They were all sitting on the couch, and Mira[belle] was reading to her parents. They looked very tired, but not the little girl. Sydney and Vaughn looked like they were trying their hardest to stay awake to hear their daughter read, but it wasn't working. They fell asleep while she was still reading. She finally saw her parents asleep, and kissed them on the cheek. She turned off the lights, and went up to her room. Mira and Riley began laughing.
"You know your audience." he joked, as they began to leave the house.
"Ugh, I remember that." she replied, a wide smile creeping across her face. Her smile reminded Riley of Sydney's.
"I had learned to read a new book that day in school. And, I remember staying at my granddad's house, and reading it nonstop to him. Then, I begged and pleaded with him to let me call my grandmother to read the book to her. And I did. Then, my parents came to pick me up, and I tried reading it to them in the car. But, my dad said that I shouldn't because I'd get sick, and throw up. He used the word 'hurl'."
"After the day I spent with your father, I can't picture hearing him say that."
"Well, he did. He told me to read it to them before my bedtime that night. After dinner, I reminded them again. And then, around 9pm, I told them to sit on the couch to hear me read. I knew they were tired. But, I couldn't help it. I just HAD to read it to them."
"You were pushy as a child, weren't you?" he laughed.
"I was. I don't even remember what the book was about, though."
"Do you miss this house?"
"Not really. I didn't live here long enough for me to have memories to grab onto while I lived here. But my room was a child's fantasy. A dollhouse that my dad had given me for my 6th birthday, that bed, and stuffed animals all over."
"You were a spoiled child!!" he teased.
"I guess you could say that. C`mon, we should go home. I'm tired."
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