Title: REAPER
Author: Egyptian Kat
Rating: PG
Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.
A/N: This is going to be a fluffy chapter, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride while it lasts.... which might consist of a few chapters.. (
Chapter 12: Baby Girl
RECAP
"'Little Baby Bristow' needs a name."
Vaughn laughs, "Of course she does. I'll go get a book after we visit the 'Hardware Store from Hell.'"
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"OK, this is what I have so far." Sydney said, leafing through a baby name book.
"Hit me." Vaughn said, allowing the paint roller he was holding to glide across the wall; changing it from a crisp white to relaxing lavender.
"OK, Emily, Eve, Elena and Ella."
"Emily?" Vaughn asked, pouring more paint into the tray.
"I know.. Even though she was married to Sloane, she was like a mother to me." Sydney admitted.
"I like Elena." Vaughn told her.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. What does it mean?" Vaughn asked.
"Well, its French, so I figured that you'd like that, and Ella...it means..light." Sydney read from the book.
"Elena...I love it."
"I love it too."
"So we have a baby Elena?"
"Elena Vaughn."
"What about a middle name?" Vaughn asked.
"I don't know..what your mother's name?"
"Lisette" Vaughn told her.
"Elena Lisette?" Sydney said, testing the name out loud. Vaughn put the paint roller down and took a seat on the floor next to Sydney. "It's got a ring to it. Perfect."
"You know what?" Vaughn asked her, stroking her bulging stomach.
"What?" She smiled
"I love you." He said, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. "I love you and Elena Lisette." He said, moving to kiss her on the stomach. Sydney smiled her famous dimpled grin and added, "Vaughn. Elena Lisette Vaughn, she is going to have her daddy's name." Sydney smiled.
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" 'Ello, I'm Mr. Christy to see Arvin Sloane." The tall Irish man with jet black hair said to the small secretary at the front desk.
"Yes, he's right this way Mr. Christy." She said, leading him into Sloane's office.
"Mr. Christy, welcome to Zurich." Sloane said as Mr. Christy stepped trough the large oak and glass doors of the office.
"Thank you Miss Trovolski, that will be all." Sloane said, excusing his secretary. "Oh and one more thing." He called over her.
"Yes Mr. Sloane?" She asked, turning around.
"I won't be taking any calls."
"Yes Mr. Sloane." She said before leaving the room.
"Nice secretary you 'ave there." Christy said, turning around just in time to see the secretary's retreating backside.
"Yes she is Mr. Christy. Now, do you have the document like I asked for?" Sloane asked putting his hand out, expecting Christy to fill it.
"Yes sir." He deadpanned, pulling out a black folder out from the waistband of his jeans.
"Nice place to keep highly valuable documents Christy."
"Quite..no one knows 'dey're there."
"As long as that's the case." Sloane answered, opening the black folder to reveal 3 piece of very old and very yellow paper. Carefully slipping them out of its case he spread them on the large conference table to reveal Leonardo de Vinci like work. On each piece of paper lay a picture haloed in an almost alien like writing.
"I believe those are 'de two most beautiful women I think I 'ave ever seen in me life." Christy said with awe as he stepped forward to get a better look at the drawings. "Who's she?" he asked, pointing to the drawing furthest to the left.
"A mother." Sloane answer simply. "This is her daughter," he said pointing to a drawing of a young woman in the middle, "and this is the man that ties them all together." Sloane said, pointing to the last picture of a man on the right.
"Interesting..but what do I have to do with it?" Christy asked.
"You Mr. Christy are going to help me keep track of all of them for a while." Sloane said, still immersed in the drawings.
"You mean these people are still 'live?" Christy exclaimed.
"Oh yes. Yet this one here is still to be born." He said motioning to the woman in the middle.
" Aye, that's a miracle."
"No, what she's going to do will be the miracle Patrick."
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"And 'Vua La'." Vaughn said, throwing the last rag in the trash and lifting his hands up to show of his paint job.
"I love it. Now, all we have to do is decorate it." Sydney said leaning into Vaughn's side.
"Wonder.."
"But don't worry, that's my job. All you have to do is do the heavy lifting." Sydney said, interrupting Vaughn's would be sarcastic remark.
"Heavy lifting? But you just yelled at me the other day for trying to help you get out of the car."
Sydney bowed her head sheepishly. "Well --- I dropped a cup yesterday." Sydney admitted.
"What does a cup have to do with anything?"
"Well, being pregnant only allows for a certain amount of flexibility. Being almost 7 months pregnant not only makes those allowances more --- restricted --- Well to get to the point I had to squat for a good 10 minutes before I got that cup. I almost had to lie down to get it! It was humiliating!" Sydney exclaimed.
"Ok, I'll make it up to you."
"Make it up to me? What..how, for what?" Sydney asked, looking confused.
Vaughn laughed. "We'll go shopping. Right now, I'll go and get your coat. We can go get that crib that you've been eyeing." He smiled, walking from the room.
"You mean that beautiful mahogany one in the antique mall?" Sydney yelled, fallowing Vaughn as fast as she could in her pregnant form.
"Yes.. That one." He smiled, handing her her jacket. Sydney's eyes got really big and she smiled. "Weee!" she said comically as she through on her jacket and bolted out the door.
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Patrick Christy watched as the pregnant Sydney Bristow ran from her house, her lover fallowing close behind.
"Boy you've got another thing coming missy." Christy smirked as he viewed her delighted smile through his binoculars from the driver seat of the "Cable Van."
Tbc..
A/n: Ok, so hopefully this is good for a writers block. So far I've gotten a few ideas.. But I'm trying my best to write down what I have. OK, tootles!
You all know the drill, R&R if you want more.
-Kat-
Author: Egyptian Kat
Rating: PG
Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.
A/N: This is going to be a fluffy chapter, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride while it lasts.... which might consist of a few chapters.. (
Chapter 12: Baby Girl
RECAP
"'Little Baby Bristow' needs a name."
Vaughn laughs, "Of course she does. I'll go get a book after we visit the 'Hardware Store from Hell.'"
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
"OK, this is what I have so far." Sydney said, leafing through a baby name book.
"Hit me." Vaughn said, allowing the paint roller he was holding to glide across the wall; changing it from a crisp white to relaxing lavender.
"OK, Emily, Eve, Elena and Ella."
"Emily?" Vaughn asked, pouring more paint into the tray.
"I know.. Even though she was married to Sloane, she was like a mother to me." Sydney admitted.
"I like Elena." Vaughn told her.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. What does it mean?" Vaughn asked.
"Well, its French, so I figured that you'd like that, and Ella...it means..light." Sydney read from the book.
"Elena...I love it."
"I love it too."
"So we have a baby Elena?"
"Elena Vaughn."
"What about a middle name?" Vaughn asked.
"I don't know..what your mother's name?"
"Lisette" Vaughn told her.
"Elena Lisette?" Sydney said, testing the name out loud. Vaughn put the paint roller down and took a seat on the floor next to Sydney. "It's got a ring to it. Perfect."
"You know what?" Vaughn asked her, stroking her bulging stomach.
"What?" She smiled
"I love you." He said, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. "I love you and Elena Lisette." He said, moving to kiss her on the stomach. Sydney smiled her famous dimpled grin and added, "Vaughn. Elena Lisette Vaughn, she is going to have her daddy's name." Sydney smiled.
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
" 'Ello, I'm Mr. Christy to see Arvin Sloane." The tall Irish man with jet black hair said to the small secretary at the front desk.
"Yes, he's right this way Mr. Christy." She said, leading him into Sloane's office.
"Mr. Christy, welcome to Zurich." Sloane said as Mr. Christy stepped trough the large oak and glass doors of the office.
"Thank you Miss Trovolski, that will be all." Sloane said, excusing his secretary. "Oh and one more thing." He called over her.
"Yes Mr. Sloane?" She asked, turning around.
"I won't be taking any calls."
"Yes Mr. Sloane." She said before leaving the room.
"Nice secretary you 'ave there." Christy said, turning around just in time to see the secretary's retreating backside.
"Yes she is Mr. Christy. Now, do you have the document like I asked for?" Sloane asked putting his hand out, expecting Christy to fill it.
"Yes sir." He deadpanned, pulling out a black folder out from the waistband of his jeans.
"Nice place to keep highly valuable documents Christy."
"Quite..no one knows 'dey're there."
"As long as that's the case." Sloane answered, opening the black folder to reveal 3 piece of very old and very yellow paper. Carefully slipping them out of its case he spread them on the large conference table to reveal Leonardo de Vinci like work. On each piece of paper lay a picture haloed in an almost alien like writing.
"I believe those are 'de two most beautiful women I think I 'ave ever seen in me life." Christy said with awe as he stepped forward to get a better look at the drawings. "Who's she?" he asked, pointing to the drawing furthest to the left.
"A mother." Sloane answer simply. "This is her daughter," he said pointing to a drawing of a young woman in the middle, "and this is the man that ties them all together." Sloane said, pointing to the last picture of a man on the right.
"Interesting..but what do I have to do with it?" Christy asked.
"You Mr. Christy are going to help me keep track of all of them for a while." Sloane said, still immersed in the drawings.
"You mean these people are still 'live?" Christy exclaimed.
"Oh yes. Yet this one here is still to be born." He said motioning to the woman in the middle.
" Aye, that's a miracle."
"No, what she's going to do will be the miracle Patrick."
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
"And 'Vua La'." Vaughn said, throwing the last rag in the trash and lifting his hands up to show of his paint job.
"I love it. Now, all we have to do is decorate it." Sydney said leaning into Vaughn's side.
"Wonder.."
"But don't worry, that's my job. All you have to do is do the heavy lifting." Sydney said, interrupting Vaughn's would be sarcastic remark.
"Heavy lifting? But you just yelled at me the other day for trying to help you get out of the car."
Sydney bowed her head sheepishly. "Well --- I dropped a cup yesterday." Sydney admitted.
"What does a cup have to do with anything?"
"Well, being pregnant only allows for a certain amount of flexibility. Being almost 7 months pregnant not only makes those allowances more --- restricted --- Well to get to the point I had to squat for a good 10 minutes before I got that cup. I almost had to lie down to get it! It was humiliating!" Sydney exclaimed.
"Ok, I'll make it up to you."
"Make it up to me? What..how, for what?" Sydney asked, looking confused.
Vaughn laughed. "We'll go shopping. Right now, I'll go and get your coat. We can go get that crib that you've been eyeing." He smiled, walking from the room.
"You mean that beautiful mahogany one in the antique mall?" Sydney yelled, fallowing Vaughn as fast as she could in her pregnant form.
"Yes.. That one." He smiled, handing her her jacket. Sydney's eyes got really big and she smiled. "Weee!" she said comically as she through on her jacket and bolted out the door.
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Patrick Christy watched as the pregnant Sydney Bristow ran from her house, her lover fallowing close behind.
"Boy you've got another thing coming missy." Christy smirked as he viewed her delighted smile through his binoculars from the driver seat of the "Cable Van."
Tbc..
A/n: Ok, so hopefully this is good for a writers block. So far I've gotten a few ideas.. But I'm trying my best to write down what I have. OK, tootles!
You all know the drill, R&R if you want more.
-Kat-
