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In the way of...seventh heaven fanfic.
Jack comes up to Sydney one day in the office. "Sydney, I have some terrible news to tell you, it will upset the balance of your life, and everything you thought was true, will become untrue, but I hope that's ok with you. Because I'm going to tell you anyhow. The fact is, well, Vaughn is your brother."
"What!?" Sydney yelled at jack.
"Well, when you found 'the man', and he was your mother, well, she and I had a long talk. She told me that I'm not really your father, and that She had another child, whom she named Michael Vaughn. Now, I have to tell you that I was shocked and surprised, because I realized that Vaughn isn't even really your lover, he is, in fact, your brother."
"Shoot!" Sydney yelled, crying into her fathers shoulder.
"But..." HE said. "Now that we know I'm not your father, I can fulfill my lifelong fantasy of getting it on with you."
"Wow!" Sydney yelled, loud enough for the entire office to hear. "You have to know, as well, that I've always had a secret and deeply hidden fantasy of getting it on with you as well."
"Great." Jack says, pulling Sydney into a searingly hot kiss. "But we have to get out of the office first, I mean, after all, getting it on in front of all of these people, though exciting and exhilarating, would be terribly bad and icky, because it would be our first time. Per sae."
"Good idea. I know of a great 'rent by the minute' hotel around here."
"Rent by the MINUTE?" Jack asked Sydney. "I thought that was 'rent by the hour.'"
"NO, no no." Sydney said. "They have a special room, just for me, that rents by the minute. I'm their only customer, but I give them great patronage."
They went to the hotel, and paid for twenty minutes. Jack was skeptical, but Sydney assured him that it would be enough time.
When they got into the room, they got it on, quite quickly, and in the after pant-pant-snaggle-snaggle-kick-kick-"pretend you don't know that your partner is falling asleep" Sydney looked over at Jack.
"You were lying about Vaughn, weren't you?" She asked him.
Jack shied quietly into his corner of the twin bed. "Yes." HE said. "But only so that you would forget him for a moment, during which we could get it on, and it's true that your mother said that I'm not your father. Your father, in fact, is Sloane."
Sydney balked. She'd gotten it on with her fathers...both of them, the one who had acted as her father, and the one who actually was.