Sydney Bristow sat on her couch, watching TV, in an obvious depressed mode. "Why does he do this to me?" she thought bitterly to herself.
Michael Vaughn was always complicating her life, good or bad, and she did not need more problems in her life, she had enough as it was.
Slowly, she got up, and started to head for her room, to go to bed, when her phone started ringing. She made her way back into the living room, and picked the phone up off the coffee table. "This is Sydney." she said as happily as she could.
"Hi, Syd," Eric's voice came over the speaker.
"Oh, hi Eric," she said placing herself back on the couch.
"Well," Eric began, "you might, or might not want to listen to this. I guess you could call it a message, but it's from Vaughn." Eric stopped and she stopped with him.
"Oh...but... Why!" she stammered, "What does Vaughn want!" She waited for Eric's response.
"Why don't you ask him?" he suggested.
At first she was unsure of what he meant, but then she thought she knew. Hurriedly, she rushed over to one of her windows and peered outside, a view from where she could see Eric's apartment. And there it was Vaughn's grand Cherokee jeep. "How wonderful." she muttered.
"So," Eric continued, "he wants to talk to you. Syd, please, hear him out?"
She, once again, sat on the couch. "Sure." She mumbled. As calmly as she could she waited.
"Syd?" his voice came on; it sounded as nervous and weak as she felt.
"Yeah?" She replied back.
"I'm sorry about… what I said at the hospital." he said slowly. "It's just..." He paused.
"What?" she asked him.
"I ... wanted to protect you Sydney, from your sister. She's dangerous," was all he could muster to say.
"Vaughn," she tried to say, but was cut of by his pleading voice. It broke her heart to hear him like this.
"Sydney you don't understand... you see, my father," he tried to explain, pain and emotion flooding his voice, "My own father, was a Rambaldi follower."
From what Sydney had heard, her eyes began to widen with shock. "But Vaughn!" She gasped, "That can't be true!"
Vaughn stopped her from talking again. "It is true Sydney." He assured, "He died trying to save your sister, your sister can kill you, which means my father tried to kill you." Vaughn's angry voice inferred. "My father was not the man I thought he was, he broke rules, played tricks, he was exactly like your mother." he said disgusted.
"Vaughn," Sydney pleaded, "don't blame yourself for what your father did; it's not your fault."
He was silent for a moment, before he spoke again. "Sydney," He began, "I don't want to lose you again."
She could tell that he was upset, and had meant what he had said. "I-I know." she replied.
"I have to go." he said.
"Bye..." she said back, not really wanting him to hang up.
Until Sydney was sure he was gone, did she turn off the phone. She silently sat on her couch thinking about what Vaughn had said. Finally she stood up to go to her room, and as she drifted off into sleep she realized something. Not even for once in her life had she ever been afraid of the dark, but right now was the one time she was.