7: Into the Belly of the Beast
Much appreciation to all who read, especially you wonderful people that review! These past few chapters have been a bit of a snooze. I think the story is losing momentum. I have it mapped out, and it should get better, but if not, in your review tell me if I should kill the fic. Give me at least two more chapters before you bash away though.
Apology in advance for all typos! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Bill Vaughn had not seen his son, in person, in over 20 years. And to see him now, knowing that his only son was probably furious with him, was killing Bill.
He had wanted his reunion with his son to be later. After Sydney and Michael learned the truth about their pasts when Jack had planned how they would reveal the truth to their children. Not now, not like this.
When Lauren told Sydney about the safe deposit box, a gigantic ripple had appeared in the middle of the plans they had made so many years ago.
Who knew if they could revert the affects of Sydney and Michael finding out the truth so early, if the prophecy would even be fulfilled now that the plans had been ruined.
"Mike, I...it's so good to see you, son, and Sydney, why don't you come in and we'll talk."
Sydney turned to Vaughn, and whispered into his ear, "this is soo weird."
His response in return was a quick peck to her temple and a whispered, "I know. I feel like I'm in an episode of 'The Twilight Zone.'"
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Five minutes later, both Sydney and Vaughn were seated on a couch in what looked like a well lived in, but comfortable home.
Bill sat across from them on an armchair, and they all stared. At nothing, out the window, at each other.
"I'll go get Irina." Bill said as he rose from his chair, in a hurry to escape the awkwardness that filled the room, so thick and suffocating that all three looked as though they were ready to scale the walls in hopes of escaping.
After Bill had left the room, Sydney and Vaughn turned to one another
"I really don't wanna be here. This is so awkward, Syd." "I know, but this is the only way we can figure out what our parents were masterminding, and well, you probably want to spend some time with your dad. And I'd like to see what my mother has been doing since I last saw her."
"Well, I guess we're about to find out." Vaughn breathed out as Bill returned with Irina behind him.
"Hello, Sydney, Michael." Irina said as she breezed through the room. Irina Derevko had a way of walking into a room and demanding all attention onto her without even making a sound.
"Hi, mom." Sydney managed to squeak out.
"So, I'm assuming you two are here about the documents you saw in Wittenberg, is that correct, Sydney?" Irina asked as she poured herself a drink and sat down.
"Yeah, I'm guessing Dad told you that I found them after Lauren Reed told me where they were."
"I suppose you want an explanation. The three of us, Jack, Bill, and myself began working together shortly after your father and I met, Sydney. He's not a stupid man, he knew that I was working for the KGB, he also knew of the prophecy. After we came to an agreement to work together to ensure that you were the woman to fulfill it, he introduced me to his partner at the CIA who had a son he believed would also fulfill Rambaldi's life work.
That was Bill. No one outside of the CIA knew that we were working together, so when I was ordered to kill Bill by the KGB, we had no choice but the fake his death and for Bill to go into hiding."
"I've spent the past 27 years here, waiting for the day when I could see you and your mother again, Michael, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry that I had to leave you, but we had no other choice."
Bill said, pleading with his son to show some sign of acceptance, show some sign that he didn't hate his father for abandoning him to pursue the dream of a 15th century nut-job. All he received was a head nod directed at Irina to continue.
"We also discovered later, that the chosen one had to grow up without one parent. My role in KGB made my departure from your life more logical. So, when you were six, I faked my death. I spent many years working with the KGB, but also continuing my work with your father and Bill.
Over the years we continued to use our power to manipulate your lives to ensure that you two would be the one's to fulfill the prophecy. Most of the people you have met, things you have seen, have been arranged by one of us. These experiences and events needed to happen in order for the two of you to be the chosen two." Irina paused, there was more to the story, but she was worried she would just anger Michael and Sydney by continuing.
"Certain events, however were out of our control. The covenant was meant to capture you Sydney, the chosen two were supposed to miss time together. This allowed us to extract your genetic material Sydney, and when Lauren Reed began her assignment with Agent Vaughn we were able to extract his.
The only problem was that you two were never to learn of our roles in your future this early. There are things we have done, that you were not to learn of until later in your lives.
You see," Irina continued, "Mr. Sark interpreted the prophecy wrong. The Rambaldi cells were not to be used to impregnate your eggs, Sydney. But were to be converted into a fluid that would reveal the message contained in another document that would identify the intended mate of the chosen one. We knew this already, because we knew who was intended to be your mate, Sydney. That would be you, Michael."
Irina paused, and looked at Bill to confirm if he approved that she reveal the rest of the story to the two agents before them. She received the nod she was waiting for and resumed the tale.
"The first child the two of you would parent would be the child whose DNA would eventually lead to Rambaldi's ultimate revelation. Once the child grew to the age of two, the DNA sequence would change and that was the only time that the correct location could be extracted.
Unfortunately, we could not wait until the two of you had a child of your own. Mr. Sark or Sloane could have found the truth and obtained your DNA and produced your child then use his or her DNA to find Rambaldi before we did.
So you see, we had no choice but to take matters into our own hands."
Irina paused before asking the question that might change everything
"Sydney, Michael, would you like to meet your daughter?
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DUN DUN DUN... how was that for a cliffhanger? Although pretty foreseeable, it works for me. Let me know what you think. And please submit baby names. Thanks, you people rock!
Much appreciation to all who read, especially you wonderful people that review! These past few chapters have been a bit of a snooze. I think the story is losing momentum. I have it mapped out, and it should get better, but if not, in your review tell me if I should kill the fic. Give me at least two more chapters before you bash away though.
Apology in advance for all typos! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Bill Vaughn had not seen his son, in person, in over 20 years. And to see him now, knowing that his only son was probably furious with him, was killing Bill.
He had wanted his reunion with his son to be later. After Sydney and Michael learned the truth about their pasts when Jack had planned how they would reveal the truth to their children. Not now, not like this.
When Lauren told Sydney about the safe deposit box, a gigantic ripple had appeared in the middle of the plans they had made so many years ago.
Who knew if they could revert the affects of Sydney and Michael finding out the truth so early, if the prophecy would even be fulfilled now that the plans had been ruined.
"Mike, I...it's so good to see you, son, and Sydney, why don't you come in and we'll talk."
Sydney turned to Vaughn, and whispered into his ear, "this is soo weird."
His response in return was a quick peck to her temple and a whispered, "I know. I feel like I'm in an episode of 'The Twilight Zone.'"
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Five minutes later, both Sydney and Vaughn were seated on a couch in what looked like a well lived in, but comfortable home.
Bill sat across from them on an armchair, and they all stared. At nothing, out the window, at each other.
"I'll go get Irina." Bill said as he rose from his chair, in a hurry to escape the awkwardness that filled the room, so thick and suffocating that all three looked as though they were ready to scale the walls in hopes of escaping.
After Bill had left the room, Sydney and Vaughn turned to one another
"I really don't wanna be here. This is so awkward, Syd." "I know, but this is the only way we can figure out what our parents were masterminding, and well, you probably want to spend some time with your dad. And I'd like to see what my mother has been doing since I last saw her."
"Well, I guess we're about to find out." Vaughn breathed out as Bill returned with Irina behind him.
"Hello, Sydney, Michael." Irina said as she breezed through the room. Irina Derevko had a way of walking into a room and demanding all attention onto her without even making a sound.
"Hi, mom." Sydney managed to squeak out.
"So, I'm assuming you two are here about the documents you saw in Wittenberg, is that correct, Sydney?" Irina asked as she poured herself a drink and sat down.
"Yeah, I'm guessing Dad told you that I found them after Lauren Reed told me where they were."
"I suppose you want an explanation. The three of us, Jack, Bill, and myself began working together shortly after your father and I met, Sydney. He's not a stupid man, he knew that I was working for the KGB, he also knew of the prophecy. After we came to an agreement to work together to ensure that you were the woman to fulfill it, he introduced me to his partner at the CIA who had a son he believed would also fulfill Rambaldi's life work.
That was Bill. No one outside of the CIA knew that we were working together, so when I was ordered to kill Bill by the KGB, we had no choice but the fake his death and for Bill to go into hiding."
"I've spent the past 27 years here, waiting for the day when I could see you and your mother again, Michael, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry that I had to leave you, but we had no other choice."
Bill said, pleading with his son to show some sign of acceptance, show some sign that he didn't hate his father for abandoning him to pursue the dream of a 15th century nut-job. All he received was a head nod directed at Irina to continue.
"We also discovered later, that the chosen one had to grow up without one parent. My role in KGB made my departure from your life more logical. So, when you were six, I faked my death. I spent many years working with the KGB, but also continuing my work with your father and Bill.
Over the years we continued to use our power to manipulate your lives to ensure that you two would be the one's to fulfill the prophecy. Most of the people you have met, things you have seen, have been arranged by one of us. These experiences and events needed to happen in order for the two of you to be the chosen two." Irina paused, there was more to the story, but she was worried she would just anger Michael and Sydney by continuing.
"Certain events, however were out of our control. The covenant was meant to capture you Sydney, the chosen two were supposed to miss time together. This allowed us to extract your genetic material Sydney, and when Lauren Reed began her assignment with Agent Vaughn we were able to extract his.
The only problem was that you two were never to learn of our roles in your future this early. There are things we have done, that you were not to learn of until later in your lives.
You see," Irina continued, "Mr. Sark interpreted the prophecy wrong. The Rambaldi cells were not to be used to impregnate your eggs, Sydney. But were to be converted into a fluid that would reveal the message contained in another document that would identify the intended mate of the chosen one. We knew this already, because we knew who was intended to be your mate, Sydney. That would be you, Michael."
Irina paused, and looked at Bill to confirm if he approved that she reveal the rest of the story to the two agents before them. She received the nod she was waiting for and resumed the tale.
"The first child the two of you would parent would be the child whose DNA would eventually lead to Rambaldi's ultimate revelation. Once the child grew to the age of two, the DNA sequence would change and that was the only time that the correct location could be extracted.
Unfortunately, we could not wait until the two of you had a child of your own. Mr. Sark or Sloane could have found the truth and obtained your DNA and produced your child then use his or her DNA to find Rambaldi before we did.
So you see, we had no choice but to take matters into our own hands."
Irina paused before asking the question that might change everything
"Sydney, Michael, would you like to meet your daughter?
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DUN DUN DUN... how was that for a cliffhanger? Although pretty foreseeable, it works for me. Let me know what you think. And please submit baby names. Thanks, you people rock!