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!
First off, a lot of you have reviewed saying that Melodie is a brat and I know she seems to be, but the explaination of how she acts will be later in the story
SarkLover - Hey, I'm glad you like this even if it's not S/S and I hope you continue reading
neptunestar - I'm glad you're liking it. I know I need to make my chapters longer and that's my aim right now... I'm not the best at long chapter, but I try.
Cayce - Yeah, basically what I told neptunestar, I'm working on make the chapters longer, just bear with me...
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Chapter 4
"Do I get to learn anything interesting?" Melodie inturrupted her teacher. "I mean, I'm at the CIA for God's sake and yet I'm sitting here learning Algebra!"
"Calm down Melodie," her tutor instructed her.
"I don't wanna calm down," Melodie errupted as she jumped out of her seat. "My mother just dumped me here. She couldn't handle me so she dumped me on the CIA since she was NSC and had the connections. Putain je deteste cet endroit!"
"Fait attention à ce que tu dis!" the tutor yelled back at her.
"Damn, I've gotta learn a new language now," Melodie mumbling sinking into her chair. "So I bet you're my French tutor too."
"No," the tutor, whose name had completely slipped Melodie's mind, well, she didn't pay attention to it when Dixon introduced them in the first place. "There's a CIA agent who's fluent in French, he'll be teaching you, when he can."
Groaning Melodie sank down farther into her chair. "Why can't I just learn how to kick somebody's ass?"
"Well that's why I'm here," a woman stood in front of her and the evil tutor. "I'm going to teach you how to kick some ass, basically, the equivalent of your P.E. classes."
"Oh joy," Melodie said. She looked at the woman standing in front of her. She was WAY to old to know how to kick someone's ass.
"I don't know if you remember me," the woman said.
"I don't," Melodie said looking away.
"My name is Sydney Bristow-Vaughn..." Before Sydney could continue Melodie cut her off.
"Vaughn?" she asked.
"Yes, it's my husband's name, Micheal Vaughn, he's around here somewhere..."
"You're last name can't be Vaughn, and you can't be married to a man named Micheal Vaughn."
"Why not?"
"Because Micheal Vaughn is dead," Melodie said coldly. "You're lying to me, Micheal Vaughn is dead, and I should know, he's my father."
"Micheal Vaughn is alive an well, and you can't be his daughter," Sydney said. As she said it she realized.
Reed. Melodie Reed. Lauren Reed. Vaughn's ex-wife. They divorced fourteen years ago.
Melodie Reed is fourteen.
"Come with me," Sydney said. "It's time to start your lesson."
Sydney closed the door behind her and Melodie as they entered the padded room used for defense lessons.
"Micheal Vaughn is dead," Melodie told her again. "You can't be married to him."
Sydney paced the room. "What's your mom's name?"
"Lauren Reed," Melodie said calmly. "She used to live in LA with my dad, but after he died she left. She works for the NSC."
"You are Vaughn's daughter," Sydney said. "You have to be. I mean, unless Lauren was having an affair when she married to him, but you look so much like him." Sydney stopped pacing and stared at Melodie.
She looked like she and Adeline could pass as twins. They both had Vaughn's jade eyes and his hair coloring.
Melodie didn't seem to have much of her mother in her physically, she looked like Vaughn.
But she did seem to have her mother's bitchy qualities.
"I told you I'm his daughter, but he's dead," Melodie said.
"No, he's not," Sydney said. "He'll be teaching you French," Sydney seemed to drift off slightly while Melodie took all this information in.
Her father, not dead.
Alive and well and married to this woman standing in front of her.
She probably had half-brothers and sisters.
Her mother would pay hell for never telling her.
He would be teaching her...
"Don't tell him who you are," Sydney inturrupted her thoughts.
"Excuse me, I'll do what I want."
"If you tell him that you're his daughter then he'll pull you out of the CIA," Sydney said. "Without giving you a chance."
"Fine," Melodie said. "But one thing before you teach me how to kick some ass."
"Sure," Sydney said as she pulled out some punching bags.
"Where's the nearest hockey rink?"
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Translations:
Putain je deteste cet endroit = Well it's basically I hate this damn place but putain is the equivalent of fuck, but is not the translation of fuck
Fait attention à ce que tu dis = Watch your mouth
Thanks to Lyra for the translations!
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Author's Note: I hope you liked it! Please review, even if it's completely negative, I won't take it personally unless it's about ME and not my writing (e.g. 'You're gay', just insult my writing, not me).
Thanks for reading!
~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!
First off, a lot of you have reviewed saying that Melodie is a brat and I know she seems to be, but the explaination of how she acts will be later in the story
SarkLover - Hey, I'm glad you like this even if it's not S/S and I hope you continue reading
neptunestar - I'm glad you're liking it. I know I need to make my chapters longer and that's my aim right now... I'm not the best at long chapter, but I try.
Cayce - Yeah, basically what I told neptunestar, I'm working on make the chapters longer, just bear with me...
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Chapter 4
"Do I get to learn anything interesting?" Melodie inturrupted her teacher. "I mean, I'm at the CIA for God's sake and yet I'm sitting here learning Algebra!"
"Calm down Melodie," her tutor instructed her.
"I don't wanna calm down," Melodie errupted as she jumped out of her seat. "My mother just dumped me here. She couldn't handle me so she dumped me on the CIA since she was NSC and had the connections. Putain je deteste cet endroit!"
"Fait attention à ce que tu dis!" the tutor yelled back at her.
"Damn, I've gotta learn a new language now," Melodie mumbling sinking into her chair. "So I bet you're my French tutor too."
"No," the tutor, whose name had completely slipped Melodie's mind, well, she didn't pay attention to it when Dixon introduced them in the first place. "There's a CIA agent who's fluent in French, he'll be teaching you, when he can."
Groaning Melodie sank down farther into her chair. "Why can't I just learn how to kick somebody's ass?"
"Well that's why I'm here," a woman stood in front of her and the evil tutor. "I'm going to teach you how to kick some ass, basically, the equivalent of your P.E. classes."
"Oh joy," Melodie said. She looked at the woman standing in front of her. She was WAY to old to know how to kick someone's ass.
"I don't know if you remember me," the woman said.
"I don't," Melodie said looking away.
"My name is Sydney Bristow-Vaughn..." Before Sydney could continue Melodie cut her off.
"Vaughn?" she asked.
"Yes, it's my husband's name, Micheal Vaughn, he's around here somewhere..."
"You're last name can't be Vaughn, and you can't be married to a man named Micheal Vaughn."
"Why not?"
"Because Micheal Vaughn is dead," Melodie said coldly. "You're lying to me, Micheal Vaughn is dead, and I should know, he's my father."
"Micheal Vaughn is alive an well, and you can't be his daughter," Sydney said. As she said it she realized.
Reed. Melodie Reed. Lauren Reed. Vaughn's ex-wife. They divorced fourteen years ago.
Melodie Reed is fourteen.
"Come with me," Sydney said. "It's time to start your lesson."
Sydney closed the door behind her and Melodie as they entered the padded room used for defense lessons.
"Micheal Vaughn is dead," Melodie told her again. "You can't be married to him."
Sydney paced the room. "What's your mom's name?"
"Lauren Reed," Melodie said calmly. "She used to live in LA with my dad, but after he died she left. She works for the NSC."
"You are Vaughn's daughter," Sydney said. "You have to be. I mean, unless Lauren was having an affair when she married to him, but you look so much like him." Sydney stopped pacing and stared at Melodie.
She looked like she and Adeline could pass as twins. They both had Vaughn's jade eyes and his hair coloring.
Melodie didn't seem to have much of her mother in her physically, she looked like Vaughn.
But she did seem to have her mother's bitchy qualities.
"I told you I'm his daughter, but he's dead," Melodie said.
"No, he's not," Sydney said. "He'll be teaching you French," Sydney seemed to drift off slightly while Melodie took all this information in.
Her father, not dead.
Alive and well and married to this woman standing in front of her.
She probably had half-brothers and sisters.
Her mother would pay hell for never telling her.
He would be teaching her...
"Don't tell him who you are," Sydney inturrupted her thoughts.
"Excuse me, I'll do what I want."
"If you tell him that you're his daughter then he'll pull you out of the CIA," Sydney said. "Without giving you a chance."
"Fine," Melodie said. "But one thing before you teach me how to kick some ass."
"Sure," Sydney said as she pulled out some punching bags.
"Where's the nearest hockey rink?"
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Translations:
Putain je deteste cet endroit = Well it's basically I hate this damn place but putain is the equivalent of fuck, but is not the translation of fuck
Fait attention à ce que tu dis = Watch your mouth
Thanks to Lyra for the translations!
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Author's Note: I hope you liked it! Please review, even if it's completely negative, I won't take it personally unless it's about ME and not my writing (e.g. 'You're gay', just insult my writing, not me).
Thanks for reading!
~Emily Carol