I don't like this chapter; I don't like it at all. I just rewrote it so many times then decided to post it anyway. So I really truly am sorry about how bad this chapter is. Also it seems that the common consensus on Vaughn's mother's name is Ameile so that's what I'm using. Also another note. This is the first time I have every written the character of Ameile so I would appreciate extra fee back on her! Also, Ameile mainly speaks French so I had to use a translator so if it really says "Hi you're a frog" instead of what I want it to say, ignore it. And I assume that Ameile is aware that Irina Derevko is her husband's murderer as well as Sydney's mother.

Love heals, when you feel like you can't go on, love heals, and hold on to love and it will bring you home- Jonathan Larson.

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance. For a break that would make it okay- Sarah McLachlan (Angel)

Vaughn and Sydney sat on the couch silently, waiting for his mother to come. Neither spoke, the words had all been said earlier, everything had been agreed. Sydney would break the news first to Ameile, and then led her inside to Michael. They had decided it to be the gentlest way to let a mother know her child was alive. Jack had left to get her, Irina had decided to become extremely busy while Ameile was here, and Isabelle was warned not to ruin the surprise of her Daddy being alive. She was in the room with them playing with a few dolls she had brought from the room, her face one of intense concentration. Now all they were doing was waiting, a dreadfully silent period, occasionally punctured by worried sighs from Sydney or a stray giggle from Isabelle. Finally, he could stand the silence no more and had to say something.

"Well this should be interesting Irina Derveko and Ameile Vaughn in the same house."

"Mom is going to stay out of the way. Besides, you lived with her for six years."

"Yeah, I kind of had my reasons for that."

"Let's not talk about Vaughn."

"Syd we need something to talk about something. I can't stand the silence."

"Well what do you want to talk about? What Irina really meant when she died that to your father?" Syd snapped.

"I thought you said you weren't going to fight anymore." Isabelle interrupted with her hands on her hips. She was standing and looking her sitting parents straight in the eye. "I don't like it when you fight; it gives me bad feelings in my tummy."

"Oh sweetie." Syd said pulling Isabelle into a hug. "We weren't fighting we were just worried about Grandmère coming."

"Why are you worried about Grandmère and Grandma being in the same house? She asked, as Vaughn lifted her up so she was comfortably squashed in between them.

"Don't worry about it Isabelle, just don't tell Grandmere about Grandma being here." Vaughn replied.

"Geez Louise, I have to keep all these secrets!"

"Please Isabelle, just do it for me and mommy."

"K"

They heard the car coming up the gravel driveway and both Vaughn and Sydney jumped to their feet. Isabelle giggled and followed in suit.

"Is that Grandmère?"

"Yeah. Let's go out to meet her. Vaughn, I guess you should stay here."

"Yeah. Not up to giving my mother a heart attack today."

Sydney and Isabelle went to greet the car, as Vaughn peered cautiously through the blinds.

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"Grandmère!" Isabelle squealed throwing herself into the woman's waiting arms.

"Isabelle, mon petit ange, êtes vous appréciant la France (Isabelle, my little angel, are you enjoying France)?"

"Il est si joli, et je l'aime vraiment ! La maman dit que nous reviendrons beaucoup plus (It's so pretty, and I really like it! Mommy says we'll be coming back a lot more)!"

"Il est bon savoir ce, bonjour Sydney comment allez vous (That's good to know, hello Sydney how are you)?"

"Je suis Ameile fin (I'm fine Ameile)." She said kissing the older woman on both checks. "Comment allez-vous (How are you)?"

"Heureux que vous m'ayez apporté mon enfant ainsi moi peut l'abîmer implacablement (Happy that you brought my grandchild to me so I can spoil her relentlessly)."

"Grandmère, je suis si heureux (Grandmère, I'm so happy)!"

"Pourquoi cher (Why dear)?" Ameile asked as Sydney excused herself to help Jack with the bags.

"C'est une surprise mais mon papa vivants (It's a surprise but my Daddy's alive)!"

"Juste avez-vous dit (Did you just say…)?"

Isabelle nodded frantically.

"Mon papa vivant (My Daddy's alive)."

Ameile grew paler and paler as Sydney came closer and realize what Isabelle had just said. She dropped the bags and got to Ameile just in enough time to catch her. Jack came running over, and took her unconscious form from Sydney as Vaughn came bursting out on the porch.

"Maman!" The cry left his lips as he raced towards them.

"Vaughn get the bags, Syd get Isabelle and for god sake people get in the damn house." Jack ordered, carrying Ameile into the house.

"What happened?" Vaughn asked as he scooped up the bags and Sydney scooped up a bewildered Isabelle. "I was watching from the window and all of the sudden she fainted."

"Isabelle let the secret out."

"I KILLED Grandmère" she cried into her mother's shoulder. "I TOLD HER THE SECRET SHE DIED."

"Hush Isabelle, she's not dead. She just fainted." Syd said as they made their way back into the house.

"I-ii still—lleeed killee-dd-d he-rrr." She sniffled.

Jack had laid Ameile on one of the couches. The commotion outside had caused Irina to appear and she was running back and forth from the kitchen bringing supplies. Vaughn dropped the bags by the front and went over to check on his mother, while Sydney, followed still trying to comfort Isabelle. They were all in the room when Ameile's eyes opened suddenly. They locked immediately with her son's, and the next thing Vaughn knew he was drawn into a hug.

"Michel… mon petit garçon… que j'ai connu que vous n'étiez pas mort… où ayez-toi été… pourquoi pas vous appel… j'étais… Sydney pauvre inquiété… mon petit garçon… OH Michel… vous ont mangeant correctement (Michael…my little boy…I knew you weren't dead…where have you been…why didn't you call…I was worried…poor Sydney…my little boy…oh Michael…have you been eating properly)?"

"Maman si vous me laissez hors de ce collier de force, je peux répondre à quelques (Maman if you let me out of this headlock, I can answer some questions)."

"Michel bien (Okay Michael)." She released him and looked at the other occupants in the room her eyes stopping confused upon an almost fleeing Irina. A quick glance back at Sydney confirmed her suspicions and her jaw dropped at recognition.

"VOUS (YOU) ! Ameile said launching herself of the couch. "QUE FAITES-VOUS ICI ? CE QUI… VOUS AVEZ EU N'IMPORTE QUOI FAIRE LA MORT APPARENTE DE S AVEC MICHEL…ELLE SEMBLERAIT SEULEMENT ALLANTE. (WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHAT…DID YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH MICHaEL"S APPARENT DEATH…IT WOULD ONLY SEEM FITTING)!"

"Maman, bas calme. Elle n'a eu rien faire avec mon projectile obtenant. Elle m'a aidé réellement à aller mieux. (Maman, calm down. She didn't have anything to do with my getting shot. She actually helped me get better)."

"AUCUN MICHEL. Ne me dites pas que pour être la palourde, pas (NO MICHAEL. Do not tell me to be calm, don't)." She walked right about to Irina and slapped her hard across the face.

Irina made no move to block it even though she obviously could, nor did she make any move in retaliation. Ameile went back to the couch and drew a shaky breath.

"Mon William pauvre… mon pauvre Michel (My poor William…my poor Michael)"

"I think I'm going to leave." Irina said to no one in particular as she exited the room.

"Maman vous aiment un verre de l'eau (Maman would you like a glass of water)?"

"Oui Michel, et une explication très détaillée (Yes Michael, and a very detailed explanation)."

Ugh hate this chapter hate this chapter hate this chapter.

Hopefully you guys didn't despise it.