A/N: Holy cows! It has been too long since my last update on this story!! Forgive my stupid brain?

Okay....I have a confession to make. I was reading over what I had written so far a couple weeks ago and I realized that this story wasn't going in the direction that I had originally planned. In fact, it was so far off, that more than once I considered scrapping it and starting over. But then I thought of what all my loyal readers would have to say about that (let's just say, a lot of it wasn't nice) and I decided against it. So I thought of a new plan for the story, and smushed my old and new together, adding and taking a lot of stuff and I have finally come to a conclusion about it. I will keep going with it and I will finish it. I have it all planned out -it's like 18 more chapters if all goes according to plan- and it will be done by the time I graduate...in two and a half years...what can I say...I enjoy being evil!

I would also like to say a huge THANK YOU!!!! to everyone who left me such kind words about this story. It has officially become my baby after all the issues with it of course. :P Thanks so much for keeping me inspired to keep this story alive!

Sydney's POV

I shouldn't have left them alone.

Leaving Vaughn and the twins alone was probably the stupidest idea I have ever concocted.Why?The twins didn't know him for one. They didn't know of his real place in their lives besides Mommy's friend Vau-Michael. Why didn't I tell them? Why did I count on the fact that he wouldn't show up until the twins were say, eighteen? I wouldn't have had to deal with the whole fiasco then. Well, I would have but I could've have pleaded the 'I was waiting until you were eighteen' case. But no, Vaughn had to show up fourteen years too early and mess with my grand plan.

Another good reason is that this is Vaughn's first time meeting the twins. What if he says something stupid, like 'I'm a spy and so was your mommy'? That would raise so many questions that I never ever want to answer until Chris and Anya are at least thirty. Don't ask me how I got thirty, I just did. I don't know if he even knows how to watch over children. I should've asked him that before I went running off.

Mistake number one of the day: letting Vaughn into my house.

Mistake number two of the day: letting Vaughn eat lunch with us.

Mistake number three of the day: leaving the twins with Vaughn.

Why do all my major mistakes of today somehow find themselves connected with Vaughn?

I should just bring Anya and Chris to the school with me. They can sit in one ofthe empty classrooms with a movie and my boss will understand. That's simple enough. Now that leaves Vaughn free to go back to L.A., tell everyone that I'm fine, and move on with his life until the twins are eighteen and I tell them the truth about Vau-Michael. Then, it's his own damn problem and I can sit back and watch Vaughn get his ass kicked by our children. Yeah, I'm not bitter.

I screeched my car to a stop, did a smooth three-point U-turn, and drove about a block back towards the house before slamming on the brakes again.

I can't bring them. What am I thinking? I can't sit them in an empty classroom and have them watch a movie. It's Anya and Chris. They define mischief. Well, Anya does and she drags Chris along with her. They would find some way to make my job ten times harder and probably get me fired. Vaughn and the twins and, most importantly, me can just deal for one afternoon and I can hope for the best and hope that Vaughn keeps his big mouth shut.

I made another three-point U-turn and went back in the direction towards the school. I didn't turn back, though I really wanted to. I wanted to go back so badly andthrow Vaughn out of my house and life, that more than once I considered calling the principal, telling her that I was sick and couldn't make it in today, and not giving a damn that I could probably get fired because I had already used up all my excuses for not going to work, and then all would be right with the world. I'm going to have to move after Vaughn's little visit anyway. Don't ask me why, I just am. I think I've grown a little Vaughn-phobic in these past four years.

But somehow, after it comes down to it all, I'm more afraid for Vaughn that I am the twins or my own ass.

Vaughn's POV

It's official. As cute and adorable as Chris and Anya are when they're hyper excited four-year-olds, I definitely prefer them when they're in front of a TV, watching a Disney movie, near complete exhaustion after playing three hours of tag -and then five more hours of various other games that included a lot of running, screaming, and loud laughter- and best of all, silent. I'm not sure if it's the movie that shut them up or the fact that they're tired that did but whatever reason, thank God for it. I'm not sure if I could take another minute of all the noise, and questions, and screeching. How does Sydney do this? Twenty Covenant lackeys with guns, I can handle. Two four year olds, I cannot.

Finally, I convinced them to watch a movie –they chose Aladdin which I can safely say, I have never seen- and that put an instant stop to the noise. I never thought I'd say this, but thank God for television and Disney. They are miracle workers.

I may have over exaggerated when I said that I couldn't wait for the noise and chatter and the screeching to stop. While it grated on my nerves, somewhere deep down inside of me, I kinda liked it. I liked being with the twins…my twins…Sydney and mine's twins. I said before that it never seemed right to say 'my children' without Sydney around but I think I was wrong.

It didn't seem right to say 'my children' never having met them. Now that I have met them, I have no problem in expressing any form of possessiveness over them. Sydney's master plan of keeping me away from them be damned. I am never ever going to let them out of my sight and life. Sydney's just going to have to deal with that.

Oh God, the possessive bug has bitten me harder than I thought.

Sydney's still going to have to deal with the fact that I want to be a part of our children's lives and if I have to, I'll take it to court. She's not going to keep them away from me.

Anya shifted and looked up at me. So much for herbeing asleep. "Can I ask you a question, Vaughn?" She asked. It took her about an hour to stop calling me Vau-Michael and now she settled for Vaughn. I'll take what I can get.

"Sure." I replied, softly, unsure if Chris was asleep. That notion flew out the window when Chris moved at looked up at me as well. Okay then.

Anya and Chris exchanged a glance before Anya looked back at me and asked. "How do you know our Mommy?"

Whoa…where did that come from? Where in the name of all that is Holy did she think of that question? Well, okay, I get where the question came from, but why ask it now? Why not ask it when Sydney was still around. Oh…wait a minute, she already did. Shit.

"I used to work with her." That's not a total lie. I did used to work with Sydney. Somehow, I'm getting the vibe that Sydney didn't tell them who their real father is.

"Where?" Chris asked. Is it just me or do twins have a sort of mind link thing going on?

"In Los Angeles," I replied.

They shared another look before Anya asked. "Do you know who our Daddy is?"

Oh shit. What the hell am I going to tell them? If I tell them the truth, then I risk the wrath of Sydney. That's not something I want to face, so I decided to lie. "I know him." I said, slowly.

Anya and Chris both narrowed their eyes at me and Chris was the one to ask first. "Who is he?"

Shit. In case you haven't noticed, that's my new favorite word. "Well…he's, um…"

The front door opened and slammed shut in the middle of my sentence and Sydney yelled. "I'm home!"

Oh God, Syd, I could kiss you right about now. That's not an entirely bad idea but let's wait until the children are out of the room. "In here!" I yelled back, ignoring the disappointed faces of Anya and Chris.

Sydney wandered into the room, a bemused smile on her lips. "What are you two doing up?" She asked.

Anya and Chris looked down at their hands but said nothing, prompting me to ask. "They're supposed to be in bed?"

Sydney smiled. She seems to be in a good mood. Here's to hoping it lasts. "It's after eight." She replied, crossing to the couch that currently seated myself and then twins. "They have a bedtime."

"Oh, I didn't know." I replied, fearing the wrath of Sydney.

Instead, she just smiled and picked up Chris because he looked the most tired. "These two devils know." She replied, smiling at Chris.

Anya and Chris gave her the puppy dog eyes. "We're innocent." They replied.

Sydney laughed. "I'm sure you are. But either way, it's time for bed."

Anya looked disappointed before turning to me, arms outstretched. "Will you carry me, Vaughn?" She asked.

How could I refuse that? I nodded and stood up before picking her up and turning to Sydney who was watching with a slightly confused look. She stared at me for a couple seconds before turning and gesturing towards the stairs. "They're room's up there."

"Lead the way," I answered, shifting Anya's weight a little.

Sydney stared at me again through narrowed eyes, before heading towards the stairs and eventually the twins' room. I followed her, glancing down periodically at Anya who was fighting to stay awake in my arms. Damn these children fall asleep fast after running around all day. Okay, that was stupid sentence. Sydney pushed the door open with her foot, then brought Chris to the bed on the left while I got the idea and brought Anya to the one of the right.

We didn't say anything as we took off the twins' shoes and pulled the covers over their sleeping bodies. Sydney didn't have to tell me what to do, it just came naturally. That's good to know. Sydney kissed them both on the forehead before gesturing at me to follow her out. I did without question.

She closed the door softly behind us before asking in a loud whisper, "How were they?"

"They were fine," I replied in the same loud whisper.

She nodded. "That's good. Now, will you go downstairs?"

I stared at her. "What?"

She sighed. "Sorry, that didn't come out right. I'm going to go change and I want you to wait downstairs."

I bit back a retort that it wouldn't matter if I waited downstairs or not -it's not like I haven't seen her unclothed before- and nodded. "Okay, I'll go wait downstairs."

Sydney's POV

I sighed heavily and stared at myself in the mirror. Everything that I put on seemed either too casual or too dressy or unflattering. For the love of God, it's just Vaughn. I don't give a damn what he thinks.

I think.

I sighed again and decided that the dark grey track pants and the white tank top I had on would just have to do and if Vaughn had any smart comment, I'd punch him.

I found him in the living room where he was watching the tail end of Aladdin. I had to smile to myself at this. I don't care what crap we've been through, seeing a grown man watching a Disney movie without any child around is hilarious. I cleared my throat and he turned around quickly, a smile appearing on his face after a couple moments.

"Hey."

"Hey," He replied, still smiling at me.

"Do you want something to drink?"

He shook his head. "No."

I nodded slowly before deciding to bite the bullet and do the inevitable and I sat down next to him on the couch.

We sat in silence for awhile before he spoke. "You look really tired. Why don't you go to bed and we can talk later?"

I shook my head, suppressing a yawn. "No, I'm fine." Truthfully, I absolutely refuse to go to bed any time before eleven because if I do, then I dream and to put it simply, I hate the dreams.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Vaughn, I'm sure." I snapped. Was he trying to get on my nerves?

"Why?"

I forced myself to take a huge deep breath and had to bit the inside of my cheek to keep from punching him. "Because, I don't want to deal with the dreams."

"What dreams?"

Okay, I understand that he's concerned, and I can forgive him that, but there is only so much I can take. I sighed. "More like memories from my missing two years."

"You remember?" He sounded hopeful, though I'm not really sure why he did.

I shook my head. "No, I don't remember." I sighed and looked at my hands. "Not even close."

"When did the dreams start?"

I was past being snappy and annoyed with him and onto wishing that he had never come. Again. "About two weeks after I came back from the dead." I admitted, softly.

"I never knew that."

"It's not like you were there when I woke up from the dreams," I snapped.

"Syd…"

I stopped him. "What are you doing here?"

For a couple minutes he seemed to be at a loss for words. Then, finally, he said, "I was hoping that maybe we could start over."

Start over? Is he serious? What the hell did that come from? Wasn't he married? I specifically remember telling him that if he broke up his marriage over me and the twins, then I would personally make sure that he was never a part of our lives again. I scoffed and stood up abruptly, leaving him confused. "Are you serious?" I demanded.

He stared at me blankly for couple moments before nodding. "Yes."

"What?!" I half yelled. Any louder and I probably would have woken up the twins. "Vaughn…that's the sickest thing I've ever heard."

He started at me again. Where the hell does he get off being confused when he's the one proposing that we have another affair? He fucking married! Slowly, he stood up, recognition spreading over his face. "Sydney…" Oh shit, here it comes. Some sorry story about how it wasn't meant to be between him and Lauren and that it's always been me. "…Lauren's in prison."

See…wait-Huh? Did I hear him correctly? The boyfriend stealing witch is behind bars? That puts me in an awkward position. "She's…what?" I said after a long silence.

"She's in prison." He repeated, simply.

I stared at him dumbly, for lack of anything better to do. "Why?"

"She was Covenant."

"She was what?" I asked, loudly and starting to pace. The wife –well, ex wife- of the father of my children worked for the same terrorist group that took two years of my life? "How long have you known?"

"Three years."

"Three years!?" I repeated, incredulously. "And you never once thought of giving me the courtesy of telling me that that bitch was Covenant?"

"Of course I did," He snapped. "For three years, all I've ever heard is why haven't I gone after you? Why haven't you come back to L.A.? Why haven't I spoken to you? It's been a living hell."

"Well, I'm so sorry that my disappearing and avoiding a shitload of awkward questions was hell for you, Vaughn." I retorted, angrily. "It hasn't been a happy-go-lucky for me either."

My statement seemed to touch something inside of him because he didn't say anything. He just looked at me with saddened eyes and sat back down on my couch. I glared angrily at him for couple minutes before sighing resignedly and sitting down next to him.

"Syd…"

"Forget it, Vaughn." I said, simply, staring at my hands. Fighting with Vaughn could only be classified as weird. We were both stubborn, so that led to us saying stupid things. The stupid things led to more stupid things until one of us said something that was completely uncalled for. I beat him to the punch this time around. We both forgave each other far too easily and that led to very awkward silences when one or the other would try to apologize when they didn't need to.

He nodded, staring at his own hands –I was watching him out of the corner of my eye- and said, quietly. "I really want to try again, Sydney."

I nodded, slowly and taking a deep breath. "I know." I swallowed hard before saying in a barely there whisper. "So do I."

He heard me. He always heard my tiny whispers and to show me that he heard me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I didn't put up a fight and rest my head against his shoulder.

"We need to move slowly." I whispered.

He nodded, and continued to stroke my hair. "Yeah, we probably do."

I nodded, accepting that as his final answer. I didn't want to think about where we'd live or where money would come from or what people would say. I just wanted to lie in Vaughn's arms and not think about anything except him, me, and the twins.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" He asked, softly.

I narrowed my eyes and frowned. It took a moment for me to realize that he meant the cruise. "The twins didn't tell you?" He shook his head. That's odd. I would've thought that they had told everyone they could find. "A Disney cruise. It's the first vacation we've taken."

He nodded slowly before asking amused. "A Disney cruise?"

I laughed softly. "Yeah, it was their idea."

"Ah," He replied, lightly.

I hesitated before asking, "Do you want to come with us?" There, I said it. I took the first leap into our new found relationship.

"That's not moving slow." He pointed out.

I smiled. "I know…but right now, I don't care."

He laughed. "Then I don't care either."

"Then you'll come?"

"I'll come."

Weiss's POV

Near the end of the day, I start to get lazy and sloppy and wasted time playing solitaire on the computer. Normally, I didn't get caught. But then again, normally Jack Bristow didn't barge into my office.

"Weiss," He snapped.

I jumped and hastily exited out of my solitaire game despite my high score. "Um…yeah?"

Jack gave me the famous Bristow glare and said, "Play games on your own time."

"Yes, sir." I replied, straightening in my chair. I've worked with the man for over seven years now and he can still scare the crap out of me.

"Do you know where Vaughn is?" He asked next.

I narrowed my eyes confused. Why would Jack Bristow want to know where Mike was? Did he run out of things to shoot at and now wanted to shoot Mike? That would be interesting. "He's not in his office?"

Jack shook his head. "No. He's not."

No one could ever say that that man had a problem with being frank. He might actually be a little too frank. "Huh," I said, slowly before it hit me. If Vaughn wasn't in his office –he never went home before six at the earliest and it was currently 4:57- then that meant he took my advice and finally got over his damned Sydney-phobia and now he was in River Falls, Montana. Hallelujah! I'm going to be an uncle.

I looked at Jack and said, slowly. "I think I may have an idea of where he is."

"Would you like to share?" Jack asked, in his don't-mess-with-me voice.

"River Falls, Montana." I answered, simply.

Jack stared at me, his face carefully blank before he nodded, curtly. "And why would Agent Vaughn feel then suddenneed to go visit my daughter?"

Okay, does he really need me to answer that? God, let's hope not. We're going with that's a rhetorical question.

"Well?" He prompted.

Huh, he really expected an answer. It's back to the lying. "Because he finally found the balls to go after her and the twins." Okay, so that wasn't a lie. I apparently cannot lie to the man.

I swear that the corners of his mouth twitched as though they were going to go into a smile but he didn't. He nodded curtly and said, "He better come back with her and the twins." And then he was gone.

I frowned, staring at the empty doorway he had just disappeared through. I never thought of the possibility of Mike not coming back with Sydney and the twins in tow. That would definitely suck. Well…I am certainly going to toast to Mike's happily ever tonight. I shook my head, dismissing the negative thought and reached for my jacket. Five o'clock or not, I seriously need a drink right now and I don't think Dixon will mind.

"Good luck, Mike." I muttered before leaving my office and going straight for a bar.

A/N: I thought I'd mix things up a bit and add other POVs...if you don't like, in the words of Vaughn, just don't tell me. Happy Holidays!!