When I Met My Father
By Emily Carol
Summary: Vaughn left Lauren for Syd and not being able to stay around them anymore she packed up and moved across the country. Little did Vaughn know, but Lauren was pregnant with their child. Its fourteen years later and Melodie Reed has ended up in the CIA at age fourteen as a young trainee. What will happen when she runs into the father she'd always been told was dead and the woman that made him leave her mother?
Rating: PG-13 probably, the prologue has most to do with the rating, that and I like to be safe with my rating.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, I'd love too, but I don't because if I did Lauren would have died during one of the shootings, I mean, she's been in a lot of episodes and there's shootings in them, yet she goes unharmed, what kind of cruel, cruel, world is this?
Author's Note: This story mainly focuses on Melodie but will have some Syd and Vaughn in it probably.
I'm tell you right now, go ahead and tell me you hate my writing if you want. And seriously, please give me constructive criticism (or even flames) because this is only my second Alias fic and my first one was really bad and remains at the SD-1 boards unfinished.
Thanks to all of you that reviewed! Don't worry, Vaughn is NOT dead.
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Chapter 1
"I can't stand you anymore!" her mother's voice rang through the small house.
Melodie Reed sat on the couch and stared directly at her mother, unfazed, it seemed, by her yelling.
"That's it," Lauren said. "There's got to be something they can do with you through work."
Melodie sighed. Her mother worked for the NSC, she knew that now. How was she supposed to know those papers were offical goverment business and she wasn't supposed to see them? She was only looking for her hockey practice schedule.
"You've done nothing but cause me trouble for the past fourteen years and I'm sick of it," Lauren lectured her even more. Lauren grabbed her cell phone and hit the speed dial.
Melodie half ignored her mother as she talked in a low voice on the phone.
"No, not there.....you know perfectly well why....I'm not letting her be near him.....No....there has to be something else....it's a whole country away....fine," Lauren sighed and folded up her cell phone.
"You leave for Los Angeles tomorrow," Lauren said. "You'll be the first attempt as a CIA young recruit."
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Melodie walked off the plane with her backpack and quickly passed through the secruity. She pulled a piece of paper out of her pants pocket and looked at the picture.
Surveying the people around the baggage claim she saw the man in the picture and walked towards him.
"Mr. Dixon?" she asked holding out her hand to be shook.
"You must be Melodie Reed," Dixion said shaking her hand back. "How nice to meet you."
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"Is there supposed to be a girl running around here?" Marshall peeked over Sydney's wall dividing her from most of the agency as he poked his thumb over his should look throughly confused.
"A girl?" Syd asked. "How old?"
"I dunno," Marshall said. "Like, the same age as Melissa." He refered to his eldest daughter.
"I'm not sure, but this is the CIA, someone will figure it out," Sydney said with a small smile. Marhsall nodded and walked away.
"Sydney!" Dixon's voice came though her headset she wore.
"Yeah?" Sydney asked dryly.
"Come to my office at once."
Sydney sighed and setting down the headset she walked five feet away to Dixon's office.
"Five feet," she said. "I don't see why you can't walk that far."
"Sydney," Dixon said. "I'd like you to meet our new junior recruit, Melodie Reed."
"Hi," Sydney said startled to see a girl around age of fourteen sitting in a couch.
The last name struck a nerve, but she pushed aside the thought thinking, 'Reed's a common last name.'
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Author's Note: A little short, I know. Sorry, but I hope you liked it!
~Emily Carol
By Emily Carol
Summary: Vaughn left Lauren for Syd and not being able to stay around them anymore she packed up and moved across the country. Little did Vaughn know, but Lauren was pregnant with their child. Its fourteen years later and Melodie Reed has ended up in the CIA at age fourteen as a young trainee. What will happen when she runs into the father she'd always been told was dead and the woman that made him leave her mother?
Rating: PG-13 probably, the prologue has most to do with the rating, that and I like to be safe with my rating.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, I'd love too, but I don't because if I did Lauren would have died during one of the shootings, I mean, she's been in a lot of episodes and there's shootings in them, yet she goes unharmed, what kind of cruel, cruel, world is this?
Author's Note: This story mainly focuses on Melodie but will have some Syd and Vaughn in it probably.
I'm tell you right now, go ahead and tell me you hate my writing if you want. And seriously, please give me constructive criticism (or even flames) because this is only my second Alias fic and my first one was really bad and remains at the SD-1 boards unfinished.
Thanks to all of you that reviewed! Don't worry, Vaughn is NOT dead.
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Chapter 1
"I can't stand you anymore!" her mother's voice rang through the small house.
Melodie Reed sat on the couch and stared directly at her mother, unfazed, it seemed, by her yelling.
"That's it," Lauren said. "There's got to be something they can do with you through work."
Melodie sighed. Her mother worked for the NSC, she knew that now. How was she supposed to know those papers were offical goverment business and she wasn't supposed to see them? She was only looking for her hockey practice schedule.
"You've done nothing but cause me trouble for the past fourteen years and I'm sick of it," Lauren lectured her even more. Lauren grabbed her cell phone and hit the speed dial.
Melodie half ignored her mother as she talked in a low voice on the phone.
"No, not there.....you know perfectly well why....I'm not letting her be near him.....No....there has to be something else....it's a whole country away....fine," Lauren sighed and folded up her cell phone.
"You leave for Los Angeles tomorrow," Lauren said. "You'll be the first attempt as a CIA young recruit."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Melodie walked off the plane with her backpack and quickly passed through the secruity. She pulled a piece of paper out of her pants pocket and looked at the picture.
Surveying the people around the baggage claim she saw the man in the picture and walked towards him.
"Mr. Dixon?" she asked holding out her hand to be shook.
"You must be Melodie Reed," Dixion said shaking her hand back. "How nice to meet you."
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"Is there supposed to be a girl running around here?" Marshall peeked over Sydney's wall dividing her from most of the agency as he poked his thumb over his should look throughly confused.
"A girl?" Syd asked. "How old?"
"I dunno," Marshall said. "Like, the same age as Melissa." He refered to his eldest daughter.
"I'm not sure, but this is the CIA, someone will figure it out," Sydney said with a small smile. Marhsall nodded and walked away.
"Sydney!" Dixon's voice came though her headset she wore.
"Yeah?" Sydney asked dryly.
"Come to my office at once."
Sydney sighed and setting down the headset she walked five feet away to Dixon's office.
"Five feet," she said. "I don't see why you can't walk that far."
"Sydney," Dixon said. "I'd like you to meet our new junior recruit, Melodie Reed."
"Hi," Sydney said startled to see a girl around age of fourteen sitting in a couch.
The last name struck a nerve, but she pushed aside the thought thinking, 'Reed's a common last name.'
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Author's Note: A little short, I know. Sorry, but I hope you liked it!
~Emily Carol