Chapter. 2
By : Dru
Disclaimer : I own nothing worth owning (though that might not help since Alias is kinda going down the drain. lol.), at all. Well, nothing anyone else would want. Nothing that wouls make money. lol. If you're reading this you probably already know who owns the whole Alias thing.
Words : 1282
A/N : Okay, this is a flashback. Totally just makes it more dysfunctional, but hehe, hope you like it. Read, Enjoy and push that purple button at the end of the page. ;)
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"Julian, I'm pregnant." Sydney told her husband in a payphone, as she stood outside a few blocks away from where Vaughn was watching the object they stole.
"And how did you find this out in the middle of a mission?" He asked her, and Sydney became a bit annoyed. What no 'that's great' or 'congratulations'?
"As me and Vaughn were making our escape, my cellphone rang. It was the doctor who took some blood after my car crash. He told me I was pregnant. And by the way, why don't you sound too thrilled at the idea?" She asked him, after explaining the call from the doc.
"I am thrilled about it, but everyone will think it's agent boring's kid. Or well, if he get's my hair or eyes questions will pop up. So, really, a kid is not a good idea at this time." He told her, and her hold on the telephone got tighter.
"Well, maybe it'll be Vaughn's kid and you won't have to worry about a thing. You can be such an asshole sometimes." She told him, tears in her eyes as she hung up the phone. Almost instantly the phone rang and Sydney let it ring a few times, people had started to look at the woman in the fancy dress crying while the payphone rang. "Hello?" She asked, when she finally picked it up.
"What do you mean 'maybe it'll be Vaughn's kid'?" Sark asked her, as she used a corner of her wrap to dry her tears. Off course he didn't call to say 'sorry' but because something slipped out that shouldn't have.
"I'm not 100 percent sure it's yours." She whispered into the phone, and looked around to see if anyways was looking at her or something. She would have preferred to do this somewhere else or on her cellphone but this was much safer.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked her, restraining his voice like he was somewhere where people could overhear him.
"Oh, come on. Like you've been totally faithfull to me since we last saw each other. I just got too drunk and Vaughn was there, with us living together and all. We both had too much to drink and he was trying to convince me he was a better choice over you." She told him, before hanging up on him again and walking away. The phone rang but she didn't go back.
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"So, you're pregnant? Well, what if the kid turns out to be like all blue eyed and blonde like the dad? How are we going to explain that?" Vaughn asked her, as they sat in the car waiting for this old friend of his Dad's to show up.
"Well, who knows. Maybe the kid will look just like you. No problem at all. I'll need some blood from you. DNA test." She told him, as she kept looking out the window. She didn't really want to have this conversation with him, but it could not be escaped.
"What? Are you saying this could be my kid?" He asked her, with a goofy grin on his face. She looked around at him, and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, but it's not like I would want that to happen. Just because I got a little drunk one night, now I have to question who is the father of my unborn baby. Great." She told him, and the goofy grin slid of his face.
Right, she wasn't the Syd he had thought she was. She didn't like him, she didn't love him and she sure as hell wouldn't want to have his baby. Could things get any worse today?
"So, how did your 'husband' take the news about the pregnancy?" Vaughn asked her, and he saw he flinch a bit. Ah, so Mr. Sark was probably not thrilled at the idea. But then he wouldn't need to raise the kid. As long as she was undercover here, the kid was probably supposed to be Vaughn's.
"I don't want to talk about it. Especially not with you. Never with you. The guy's here. Look." She told him, as she pointed him out peaking around the corner of a train. Looked highly paranoid, but he probably had full right on being that.
"Start thinking about baby names, Syd." He told her with a mean/annoyed undercurrent in his voice, as he exited the car and went towards paranoia-guy. But then she actually started thinking about names for her baby. Wondered if it was boy or girl. Even if Sark wasn't intrested in it, at least Vaughn looked a bit like it and since she lived with Vaughn, well, what the heck. He'd probably play more daddy than her husband.
She looked up and saw some guys with guns step out of cars. Crap, shit, oh my god! She thought as she opened the passanger door and left the car to try and get to Vaughn. He couldn't die, no one but her was going to kill him. If anyone killed him, it should be her. But she was too late and he was all shot up when she got to him, damn it. Stupid freaking assholes.
"Hey, always thought you were a bullet magnet but not like this. How am I going to get that blood sample now? Don't die, okay? Because I'll need you for the baby. It'll need a father figure, and though you wouldn't be my first pick, Sark would probably be very little around for the kid to aknowledge him as anything but maybe a long distance uncle or something." Syd told Vaughn, as she crouched down in front of him, and tried to stop the bleeding. Damn it.
"Look behind you. Guess...who?" He told her, as she was still busy with trying to stop as much of the bleeding as she could and trying to get her cellphone to call a ambulance or something. Like she said, if anyone was going to kill him, it'd be her. But she looked behind her and who else but her damn son of a bitch husband. What the freaking hell was he doing here?
"What the hell are you doing here, 'honey'. Wouldn't surprise me if you had Vaughn shot. Won't change the fact that it still could be his kid and not like you'd be that much around anyways. I actually need him." She told him, as he walked closer and helped her with the cellphone. She was obviously a bit upset.
"Might be Sark's...fault, one way or another, but...that guy I've seen before. Nothing to...do with Sark, at least to my...knowledge." Vaughn told her, before he passed out from the blood-loss. She looked up at Sark, he had called an ambulance and she asked him how he found her.
"You know I have my ways. Just to let you know, I might have been upset that the child you're carrying might not be mine but I would never have hired someone to shoot him or the other guy with him. I would have liked to kill him, but then I knew you wanted to be the one to kill him. Wouldn't want to rob you of that." He told her, as he crouched down beside her and slipped her cellphone back in it's place and kissed her before standing up again.
"This is not over. I'm still angry! God knows when I'll see you again and what stupid things you'll do in the meantime. You prick!" She yelled after him, as he just kept on walking from her. He turned around and was smirking, that damn smirk. Damn annoying.
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To Be Continued...