Note from the author:

Hey everyone! This is my take on episode 3x05. This idea blossomed when my roommate and I were watching this episode and at the moment when Lauren asks Vaughn whether he remembers her or not, I said "What if he said 'No, where's Sydney?'" At that moment I knew I just had to write this to find out. Obviously I'm a SV fan not a LV fan. But who is, really? She's evil.

Also a special thanks goes out to All4grandtheftauto for being my awesome Beta! Love you girl!

ALSO: I obviously do not own any of the characters portrayed here, this is simply my spin on it. J.J. Abrams is a genius, and when I grow up, I want to be him.

Anyways, this is my first shot at fan fiction! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoy writing it!

CHAPTER 1: Amnesia

It had been days since Sydney had stabbed Vaughn and left him in a coma. It wasn't something that could have been avoided. Either Vaughn would die from a bullet in his brain, or Sydney could wound him deeply enough to make Simon believe he was dead. To Sydney, the choice was clear. Lauren however didn't seem to appreciate her decision. But of course she wouldn't. Lauren and Sydney were completely different.

Within Vaughn's hospital room, Lauren sat and watched her sleeping husband. Still fuming over the discovery that it had been Sydney who put him here. There was a very real possibility that Vaughn would suffer significant brain damage. Or even worse- that he would never wake up.

Suddenly Vaughn opened his eyes. He looked at Lauren with a puzzled look on his face, almost as if he was searching for something.

"Michael!" Lauren exclaimed, wasting no time in moving from her chair to the confused man before her. She threw her arms around him, beaming. But Michael made no move to return her embrace. Lauren sat up and looked at him, her arms retreating to her sides. She reassessed his features.

"Do you remember me?" She asked shakily.

Vaughn shook his head weakly, adding hoarsely, "Where's Sydney?"

Lauren's eyes went wide. She grasped Vaughn's wrists and pleaded with him.

"Michael, I'm your wife!"

Vaughn looked shocked, his brows knit together making his confusion even more apparent. He glanced at his left hand noting the golden band that he wore on his ring-finger. Vaughn wrenched his hands away from Lauren's grasp. He shook his head incredulously as he looked at the woman who was no more than a stranger to him.

"No. I need Sydney. Where is she? Who put you up to this?" His questions slowly turned into demands. In his mind Lauren's words had to be a part of some sick joke. Or even worse…."Who do you work for?" Instantly, he realized that he must have been abducted. Although he couldn't make out his last solid memory, he knew in his heart that this woman could not be his wife. The only woman he intended to give that label to was Sydney Bristow.

Vaughn pushed Lauren from his bedside and began fumbling with the wires connecting him to the myriad of monitors in the room. Still in a state of shock, Lauren made no move to stop her husband. Her mouth hung agape. Soon she snapped out of her terrified trance and put her hand on his, preventing his progress. Her cold blue eyes narrowed on him, a thin line of despair forming between her brows. "How can you remember Sydney and not me?" Her voice was defeated. As if she already knew the answer. Lauren was no idiot. She had seen the longing glances Sydney and Vaughn had shared in the past, however brief they were. She knew they had a history. But she never expected what was happening now. Lauren reached her hand out, as if to caress her husband's jaw line, but he pushed her away.

Having disconnected himself entirely from the machines and the IV drip, Vaughn stood swiftly from his bed. Surprisingly he only needed to brace himself once on the bed frame to right himself before moving to the door. He was so confused. He didn't know whether to believe that this woman was his wife, or that she was some terrorist agent masquerading as such, to brainwash him. Either way, he didn't want to be here. He wanted- no, needed Sydney.

And suddenly as if on cue, a knock could be heard from the other side of the door before Sydney entered the room. A huge smile spread across her lips as she noticed Vaughn was not only awake but standing. "Vaughn!" she cried excitedly. Michael's own delight took over his confusion and he grabbed the woman into a tight embrace. "Sydney, you're here…" he murmured against her shoulder.

In the corner of the room Lauren watched the exchange with an expression that can only be described as pure horror. Her glare met Sydney's eyes, and Sydney unwrapped herself from Vaughn's arms. "Of course I am." Her smile was smaller now, not reaching her eyes. She knew something was amiss. Why was Vaughn embracing her and not Lauren?

"Lauren, when did he wake up?" Sydney's voice was steady as she probed for answers to her questions without sounding callous. Lauren said nothing. Her eyes were on Vaughn.

Vaughn's eyes went wide as he looked first at Sydney and then at Lauren, and back again. He repeated this circuit several times before speaking.

"Sydney… how do you know this woman?" As the words fell from Vaughn's mouth, Sydney's eyes widened. Looking to Lauren, then back at Vaughn she finally answered.

"Vaughn…She's your wife." Her voice was careful and slow. Sydney couldn't be more confused. It was as if she and Vaughn had changed places. Except he had mysteriously gained a life partner where she had lost one. She knew exactly how he felt, scared and lost. Just as she had when she woke up in Hong Kong.

Vaughn shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. It was almost as if he didn't want to hear it. He had a brief thought that both of the women before him were Covenant, and that they had doubled Sydney. But he couldn't accept it. Truthfully, he didn't know what to accept. So he accepted nothing. He looked at the two women, and spoke with a careful voice. They needed to believe what he had to say.

"I'm sorry, I need some time alone to think…I just can't process all of this right now." A very defeated looking Vaughn sat back down on the bed, and rested his forehead in his palm.

Sydney looked at her once-upon-a-time soul mate, and a sigh. She wanted to be here for him. But that was no longer her place. She looked at Lauren, and nodded before she opened the door and left the room.

Lauren, still distraught, acknowledged Sydney's nod with a curt one of her own. As her husband's ex-flame left the room, she turned her sad eyes back on him.

"Michael…I love you." Vaughn didn't answer or even acknowledge that she had spoken. Lauren placed her hand on his shoulder as a tear rolled down her cheek. Realizing it was futile to wait around in this room, she followed Sydney's lead and left the room.

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