What if Lauren didn't go to the NSC and what if there was more to the story
than what meets the eye. Well, why don't we all just think about that for a
second and jump into my newest Alias fic.
For Better or Worse, till the NSC do us part.
REVELATION
Michael Vaughn checked his suit as he careened down a sloping road, making sure his shirt was tucked in, his tie secured professionally at the neck as he brought his car to a halt in the basement parking lot of a well known department store. Why Lauren had wanted to meet him here, totally alluded him,
But he wasn't going to comment on it. This was probably not CIA/NSC business that had totally taken control of their new married life and if Lauren had stolen him from the Joint Task Force to do a little shopping, for once, Michael decided he was going to enjoy the normalcy of it and not complain.
He glanced into his rear view mirror and frowned when he saw his hair. It was unruly.
He sighed and tried to do something about it but to no avail. He wanted to look put together, especially since Lauren wanted to see him but what could he say? He didn't know how she managed to be put together no matter what situation they were in. He really had to give kudos to Lauren for dealing with Sydney's return so rationally.
He couldn't wait to see her. It had been one day at Sofia but that one day had proved too long.
He'd left the CIA office the first moment Dixon had allowed him to get out, and he hadn't even thought of Sydney who'd been standing only a few feet away while he packed up his briefcase for the day.
Michael pulled the key out of the ignition and laid back in his seat. He watched a white Camarro drive up into a parking space a little ways away and flushed. He'd caught a glimpse of his wife's delicate blond hair pulled back into a bun, her creamy porcelain-like skin and sleek blue jacket.
He fumbled with the door, his heart beating fast against his ribs. He could feel his breathing get racy as he approached Lauren who had exited her car and was walking towards him.
"Hey," Vaughn murmured, his green eyes shining.
"Hi," Lauren whispered back, just as desperate for him as he was for her.
A second later, he pulled his sexy wife into his arm and put his scruffy cheek against her smooth face that he next gently caressed with his rough fingertips as he kissed her warm and inviting lips.
God, this was perfection!
Of course making out with Sydney, consumating their relationship, cupping her supple yet toned skin in his arms was an amazing feeling, but now being with Lauren Reed and seeing her beautiful smile and hearing her thick british accent was home to him.
"M~Michael~~~stop," Lauren protested and pulled back.
"No one's looking and besides, I have to make up for yesterday," Michael crooned, keeping her laced to his body with his arms. "Come on sweetheart, you know this is what you want."
"It maybe what I want but I'm not sure it's the same for you," she hot out before she could stop herself and Michael couldn't hide his shock at hearing her speak to him this way.
Lauren took advantage of his emotions and pulled herself out of her husband's grasp. She then folded her own and watched Michael who was glaring at her.
"Do you want to explain what you meant by that?"
"Michael, I know you love me and you are enjoying married life with me, but I know you also yearn for what could have been with your ex- girlfriend and that has made me very uncomfortable," Lauren revealed slowly, trying not to be harsh though she had every right to be.
"Lauren, we talked about this," Michael reminded her, looking irritated. "I love you, you are my wife, and you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."
"I wish I could believe you Michael, I do~~~but after your lying to me, and keeping secrets, I don't' know what to believe!"
Michael went back to being clueless. "Lying? Lauren, what are you talking about?"
He watched her pull an official looking envelope from under her jacket and repeated the question, walking up to her. The only thing he got was the parchment.
"Lauren~~~what is this?"
"Open it."
Michael wanted to protest but nodded his head, slipped his fingers under the flap and carefully pulled it open. He gave his wife another glance as though waiting for her to say she was joking then gently pulled out the papers in the envelope and gasped.
They were pictures of Sydney.
Sydney as Julia Thorne.
"I see you're shocked," Lauren simpered, barely holding it together. "But not the shock I was hoping for. You knew about this, didn't you?"
"L~Lauren, where did you get this?"
"I dug it myself. If I remember, you are my husband and you know very well my job is to find the killer in the Lazarey murder!"
"I do know Lauren. It's just, why do you have a picture of Sydney?"
"You know very well why!" Lauren screamed, tears tainting her polished expression. "You knew Sydney murdered Lazarey but you didn't tell me!"
Michael knew he ought to retort something but nothing came to his mouth. Now all he could think of was if Lauren had told the NSC and what that meant for Sydney.
"Have you told the NSC?" Michael demanded and let out a sigh of relief when his very angry wife replied that she didn't. "Oh, thank god!"
"But I should, and even if I don't, the NSC will find out and then Sydney will be taken into custody for killing the Russian diplomat."
"N~not Sydney, Lauren. Julia Thorne," Michael corrected, which left Lauren wondering why he'd even pointed out something so obvious. "An alias she doesn't even remember."
"Julia Thorne is Sydney Bristow, Michael, whether she believes it or now. It's like having another alias," Lauren felt like screaming but demanded instead, "look at the other picture, Michael."
Michael was hurt by Lauren's coldness and concerned at how heartbroken she looked but did as he was told.
A second later, he wished he didn't.
Standing there with a blond Julia was~~~himself. Michael Vaughn.
Yeah, shorter than my other fics but I've got a story in store so please review and tell me what you think! Thanks, hope to hear from you soon and please check out my other fics when you get a chance, thanks, lataz Kris
For Better or Worse, till the NSC do us part.
REVELATION
Michael Vaughn checked his suit as he careened down a sloping road, making sure his shirt was tucked in, his tie secured professionally at the neck as he brought his car to a halt in the basement parking lot of a well known department store. Why Lauren had wanted to meet him here, totally alluded him,
But he wasn't going to comment on it. This was probably not CIA/NSC business that had totally taken control of their new married life and if Lauren had stolen him from the Joint Task Force to do a little shopping, for once, Michael decided he was going to enjoy the normalcy of it and not complain.
He glanced into his rear view mirror and frowned when he saw his hair. It was unruly.
He sighed and tried to do something about it but to no avail. He wanted to look put together, especially since Lauren wanted to see him but what could he say? He didn't know how she managed to be put together no matter what situation they were in. He really had to give kudos to Lauren for dealing with Sydney's return so rationally.
He couldn't wait to see her. It had been one day at Sofia but that one day had proved too long.
He'd left the CIA office the first moment Dixon had allowed him to get out, and he hadn't even thought of Sydney who'd been standing only a few feet away while he packed up his briefcase for the day.
Michael pulled the key out of the ignition and laid back in his seat. He watched a white Camarro drive up into a parking space a little ways away and flushed. He'd caught a glimpse of his wife's delicate blond hair pulled back into a bun, her creamy porcelain-like skin and sleek blue jacket.
He fumbled with the door, his heart beating fast against his ribs. He could feel his breathing get racy as he approached Lauren who had exited her car and was walking towards him.
"Hey," Vaughn murmured, his green eyes shining.
"Hi," Lauren whispered back, just as desperate for him as he was for her.
A second later, he pulled his sexy wife into his arm and put his scruffy cheek against her smooth face that he next gently caressed with his rough fingertips as he kissed her warm and inviting lips.
God, this was perfection!
Of course making out with Sydney, consumating their relationship, cupping her supple yet toned skin in his arms was an amazing feeling, but now being with Lauren Reed and seeing her beautiful smile and hearing her thick british accent was home to him.
"M~Michael~~~stop," Lauren protested and pulled back.
"No one's looking and besides, I have to make up for yesterday," Michael crooned, keeping her laced to his body with his arms. "Come on sweetheart, you know this is what you want."
"It maybe what I want but I'm not sure it's the same for you," she hot out before she could stop herself and Michael couldn't hide his shock at hearing her speak to him this way.
Lauren took advantage of his emotions and pulled herself out of her husband's grasp. She then folded her own and watched Michael who was glaring at her.
"Do you want to explain what you meant by that?"
"Michael, I know you love me and you are enjoying married life with me, but I know you also yearn for what could have been with your ex- girlfriend and that has made me very uncomfortable," Lauren revealed slowly, trying not to be harsh though she had every right to be.
"Lauren, we talked about this," Michael reminded her, looking irritated. "I love you, you are my wife, and you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."
"I wish I could believe you Michael, I do~~~but after your lying to me, and keeping secrets, I don't' know what to believe!"
Michael went back to being clueless. "Lying? Lauren, what are you talking about?"
He watched her pull an official looking envelope from under her jacket and repeated the question, walking up to her. The only thing he got was the parchment.
"Lauren~~~what is this?"
"Open it."
Michael wanted to protest but nodded his head, slipped his fingers under the flap and carefully pulled it open. He gave his wife another glance as though waiting for her to say she was joking then gently pulled out the papers in the envelope and gasped.
They were pictures of Sydney.
Sydney as Julia Thorne.
"I see you're shocked," Lauren simpered, barely holding it together. "But not the shock I was hoping for. You knew about this, didn't you?"
"L~Lauren, where did you get this?"
"I dug it myself. If I remember, you are my husband and you know very well my job is to find the killer in the Lazarey murder!"
"I do know Lauren. It's just, why do you have a picture of Sydney?"
"You know very well why!" Lauren screamed, tears tainting her polished expression. "You knew Sydney murdered Lazarey but you didn't tell me!"
Michael knew he ought to retort something but nothing came to his mouth. Now all he could think of was if Lauren had told the NSC and what that meant for Sydney.
"Have you told the NSC?" Michael demanded and let out a sigh of relief when his very angry wife replied that she didn't. "Oh, thank god!"
"But I should, and even if I don't, the NSC will find out and then Sydney will be taken into custody for killing the Russian diplomat."
"N~not Sydney, Lauren. Julia Thorne," Michael corrected, which left Lauren wondering why he'd even pointed out something so obvious. "An alias she doesn't even remember."
"Julia Thorne is Sydney Bristow, Michael, whether she believes it or now. It's like having another alias," Lauren felt like screaming but demanded instead, "look at the other picture, Michael."
Michael was hurt by Lauren's coldness and concerned at how heartbroken she looked but did as he was told.
A second later, he wished he didn't.
Standing there with a blond Julia was~~~himself. Michael Vaughn.
Yeah, shorter than my other fics but I've got a story in store so please review and tell me what you think! Thanks, hope to hear from you soon and please check out my other fics when you get a chance, thanks, lataz Kris