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, plus there's some language issues.
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: Thanks to all of you that reviewed! Sorry it took so long to update.
Melodie sat, propped up by the mechanical bed, listening to rushed footsteps coming down the hall, along with voices. She knew the voices well, her mother was one. Flown in all the way from Washington D.C. to make sure her, "baby" was okay. Not like she'd bothered to call her once in the past two and a half months she'd been in L.A.
But the CIA would expect her to show, and to make appearances look good, she did.
She had probably done that half-crazed maniac act when she came into the hospital looking for Melodie. Just like she had done when Melodie had broken her leg at a hockey game that her mother hadn't even bothered to attend, and instead had sat at home with a book and read.
And then when they came back from the hospital, she yelled at Melodie for taking her away from the one time she could actually be in some peace and quite, because God knows she didn't get that while Melodie was house.
The other belonged the her father. The man she only knew really as a French tutor. She wasn't even sure if she would consider him her father, she didn't even know if he had any other children or anything like that. And no doubt, he'd only just found out that he was her father.
Melodie sighed, leaning farther back into the pillows on the bed, wishing they would disappear, and just leave her alone. She sat there and braced herself for what was about to come.
Her mother burst into the room, still in her half-crazed maniac act. Her father followed closely after, but stopped at the doorframe. Just looking at Melodie, as if taking in just now that she was his daughter.
"Oh, my poor baby, how are you?" Lauren cooed over Melodie, but Melodie looked at her in disgust. One of Laurens hands jumped to her mouth as her other went over the bandage on Melodie's shoulder. "Oh, Baby, I'm sorry. I never should have sent you away sweetie. I should have had you stay with me in Washington D.C. You'll come back with me now, won't you? You and me again, just like it was in the good old days."
Melodie had enough of her mother. Who was she to be telling her that she was sorry about sending her away. If she had been sorry she would have called and had Melodie come home sooner.
And the good old days? What the hell were those.
"You mean the good old days where you yelled at me constnatly? Where you didn't come to anything for me, not even the damn parent-teacher conference when I was failing my pre-algebra? The good old days when you basically ignored me whenever you could and pawned me off to your various friends whenever possible?" Melodie talked to her mother coldly. "You mean those good old days?"
"Oh Honey, you're not saying you'd like to stay here, with him?" Lauren jabbed her finger towards Vaughn who had slowly and quietly made his way into the hospital room. Lauren whispered to her, trying to make sure Vaughn didn't hear. "He didn't even contact you in fourteen years, never even tried. He's disowned you, he doesn't want you for his daughter, never did."
"I would have contacted her if I knew she existed!" Vaughn bellowed at Lauren who was startled that Vaughn had overheard what she'd said.
"You never told him I existed?" Melodie screamed at her mother. "All this time I spend believing he hates me and doesn't want me and I find out he only just found out I was ever born? Why the hell would I want to live with you now? You lied to me my whole life. Fourteen years, you lied to me!"
"But, sweetie, I'm your mother. I raised you, you are my child." Lauren pleaded with her daughter.
"You never raised me! You had me stay with friends whenever I could, weather mine or yours. When that didn't work you sent me off to stay with Grandma. You tried to send me to fucking boarding school when I was eight, in Switzerland of all places!" Melodie continued to scream. "You were no mother."
Lauren burst into tears and ran from the hospital room, leaving a red-faced Melodie to face her father, the man who'd never known she'd existed. The man who she'd never known existed.
"Does this mean you're going to stay with me?" Vaughn asked cautiously.
"I don't even know who the hell you are." Melodie continued to scream, despite not having any reason to scream at this man. "You were never a father to me and while that's not your fault, for all I know you're a fucking ax murderer posing as my father who you killed and now you're waiting to get me."
"Melodie, calm down," Vaughn said softly. "I'm not an ax murderer."
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Melodie asked, now talking in a normal tone of voice, although still extremely red-faced.
"Yes. I'm an agent in the CIA, you know that. I used to do field work a lot. Now I do more desk work though."
Melodie nodded. "What else should I know about your life?" she asked, wondering if she wanted to know.
"I'm married to Sydney Bristow-Vaughn, as I believe you know. Together we have four children."
"Four? Geez, that's a lot." Melodie said.
"I suppose."
"What are their names? How old are they?" Melodie asked, now hungry for knowledge of her family.
"The youngest is Laura, she's five. Then come the twin boys, Clarke and Henri. They're seven and love to terrorize their sisters. Adeline is only a year younger than you, she's thirteen," Vaughn explained to her. While mentioning it he noticed features of his eldest daughter. She could pass for Adeline's twin. Clarke and Henri were mixes of their mother and father. Laura was all her mother. But Adeline and Melodie, they were him.
"Very French names," Melodie noted. "Except for Laura of course."
"Well, I grew up in France," Vaughn said.
"You did?" Melodie said, she was in awe. She had known her father could speak French, one of the small details her mother had ever told her about him, but she hadn't known he'd ever lived in France, let alone grew up there.
"Yes, my father was American, but my mother is French. She still lives there. We see her every so often, but she rarely likes to leave France," Vaughn explained to Melodie.
"What was growing up in France like?" Melodie asked, smiling, as she leaned herself against the bed again, ready to hear a story.
Vaughn smiled back at her as he began to speak.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