Memories
Looking up from her desk, she watched with her piercing brown eyes as Michael Vaughn hurried across the room, eyes fixed on the document her was holding.
"Look up Vaughn," Sydney chanted in her head, as if he would telepathically hear her begging.
It had been months since Sydney Bristow had returned to the CIA after having being presumed dead for nearly two years. For her, she had been with the man she loved, Michael Vaughn and was working as an agent for her country, one day and woken in Hong Kong the next. There had been no two years missing in her mind, only in the lives of the people she loved. What had happened during the two years that were missing remains a complete mystery to the CIA and to Sydney herself, who remembers nothing of the time? For the people in her life who had believed her to be dead, who had scattered her ashes at sea, Sydney had been dead. A mere memory. In that time, Michael Vaughn had moved on. Sought comfort from another woman, Lauren Reed. A woman Sydney disliked for her perfect pout, annoying accent, but most of all, because she had Sydney's prize.
Sydney stood from her armchair and began to stride quickly after Vaughn. All she wanted was to talk to him. To feel like everything in her life was normal again, that their relationship wasn't over, to be comforted by his boyish grin. Sydney quickened her pace, about to call Vaughn's name, when he looked up and into the eyes of his wife, Lauren.
Sydney quickly reacted, embarrassed by her foolishness and put her head down, walking past them quickly. Realising that Lauren may have been watching her approach Vaughn, Sydney knew that she couldn't immediately return to her desk. Directly in front of her was the white washed door to Marshall's office. Opening the door, Sydney hurried inside, taking note that the room was empty.
Slumping against the door, she let out a long sigh, as if she had been holding her breath in for hours. In her moment of despair she let her guard down. The emotions that she had suppressed when she was told of her two missing years, of what had happened to her family and friends in those two years, came pouring out in a burst of tears.
Her father had spent time as a prisoner of the USA, in solitary confinement, her mother had placed a hit on her life, Will had been put into witness protection and Vaughn had been married. To a flawless women, nonetheless.
"What am I thinking? Vaughn is married. Happy. Moved on. I'm not a part of his life!" Her mind raced at one hundred miles an hour as she exclaimed her disbelief at her foolish actions aloud to the empty room. Her thoughts sifted through her memory involuntarily and she was taken back to the first time she and Vaughn had kissed.
They had raced to each other, across the main office of the crumbling remains of SD-6. Embraced each other, never wanting to let go.
This seemed only yesterday for Sydney. Making it so much harder for her to accept that she had lost the love of her life to another. Had lost the one thing that made her job and her life worth living.