Title: Mysterious Delivery
Author: MyAlias
Summary: Just as Sydney is settling into her new life with Vaughn, a letter threatens to change it all
Rating: PG
Author's note: Please, please review this.

"Is that as fast as you can go?" she yelled back at him as they jogged along the sidewalk. Rather, as he jogged along the sidewalk and Sydney ran.

He grinned and shook his head. After a few moments he was at her side. "I just thought when you asked me to go jogging at you that maybe we'd, I don't know, jog," he replied.

"Now why would we do something silly like that?" Sydney asked, speeding up even more. Vaughn matched her pace and they ran side by side through the neighborhood of cute suburban homes. A white-haired woman planting flowers around her mailbox grinned at them as they raced by. Surely she was thinking how cute they were, a young couple out for a nice run in the morning. If only she knewall they'd been through just to get to run through suburbia together.

They neared the four way stop. "Do you want to keep going? It's another mile loop if we go left, right?" Vaughn asked between deep breaths.

"If you want to come back to my place and grab some lunch we could do that." Sydney smiled. "Nadia's not home." She laughed, and sped up again. Sprinting, Vaughn followed her to her house.

When he caught up with her, she was stretching by the front door. "I hope you're happy," he said.

She grinned, one of those huge, toothy smiles that made him melt a little bit inside. "Yeah." She stepped closer and kissed him. "Pretty much the perfect morning."

Sydney reached into her pocket and took out the key. "Will you grab the mail?" she asked as she turned the lock.

Vaughn opened the metal postal box next to the door. He sorted it as he walked inside. "Bill, bill, junk, bill." Sydney rolled her eyes. "Catalogue, junk, more junk, lots of junk in here…hey – what's this?"

Sydney had been filling a glass with ice water from the fridge. She stopped and walked over to Vaughn on the other side of the kitchen. He offered her the unidentified piece of mail.

The envelope was the size of a card, completely white, the address typed squarely in the center. No name. No return address. "Probably just junk," Vaughn suggested.

"Junk with an Alaskan postmark?" she asked, noticing the red stamp that read Anchorage.

"They'll try anything, I guess. Or, you know, could be a bomb."

"Thanks for that." She lifted the envelope to her eye level, pinched it, and ran her fingers around the perimeter. "I think we're good."

"C'mon, open it. The suspense is killing me," Vaughn said.

"Okay, then. I will." She took a deep, dramatic breath and slid her finger under the flap. She ripped the envelope open. Inside was a letter, which she unfolded carefully. Something about this wasn't right. Who would send her junk mail from Alaska and spend so much time folding it into neat thirds?

This is nothing, she told herself, trying not to betray the fear creeping up inside of her. It's junk. She hoped Vaughn didn't notice her trembling hands and pounding heart indicated otherwise.

"Dear Miss Sojen," Vaughn read over her shoulder. "Must be a wrong address."

The blank stare on her face told Vaughn he was wrong. "Vaughn," she began, shaking her head. "Look who it's from."

"Mr. Walter Tate? Do you know him?"

"Yes," she said, tears beginning to flood her eyelids. "And so do you." She blinked and wiped the tears from the tops of her cheek.

"I'm missing something," he said.

"Vaughn," she said, looking back at the paper. "Sojen is Jones. Kate Jones. One of my aliases at SD-6. And this letter is from Walter Tate. WT. Will Tippin."

Vaughn's jaw dropped slightly. "Syd, why are you crying? The Covenant didn't get to him. This is good news!"

"Well,"she said. "I guess it depends what he's trying to tell me."

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