Yeah Yeah Yeah, none of it's mine; everything from Alias comes from the
brilliant mind of JJ and is property of ABC. But hey you can't blame a girl
for daydreaming!
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"Hold on for just a second," She needed a moment to breathe in enormity of what he'd just said.
"Two years..dead..wedding ring. Will's okay... What?" Everything Vaughn had just told her was swirling around in her head. Not logically sequencing, not logically .anything. None of it was logical. "What do you mean 'They called you back', Vaughn? What did they need to call you back from?" She couldn't focus on anything but the details of what he'd said. The "big picture" was too much to take in all at once.
"Sydney.." He sighed. "After I. after you.." He took a deep breath. "I left the CIA. I couldn't take being there . I couldn't be there without thinking.you weren't there." He rubbed his hands together and looked down. He couldn't even look at her. Not with all that had happened while she was. gone.
"You left the CIA?" She couldn't take in anymore. His tear-swollen eyes, the way he wrung his hands, none of it. She stood up and walked to the window, of the small hotel room they were sitting in.
"Sydney I.." He tried to speak but instead was overcome by emotion.
"Vaughn.don't. I can't..I can't think about." she took a deep breath. "I can't ...This is all just too much." She looked over at him. His head was in his hands. All she could think of doing was going to him. Holding him. Being held by him. But she couldn't. She was truly alone. Not even Vaughn could help her through this, comfort her. She had been dead to him. She had been dead to the world. They had all gone on..without her. Vaughn, Will, the CIA, her father. "Vaughn..." He looked up at her. Tears streaking his face. "Where's my father?" She stood there waiting for him to answer, but he just looked at her.
His expression didn't change. Not a muscle in his face moved. He didn't breathe. She had just found out that she'd been presumed dead. How he wore a wedding ring on his finger. How he'd left the CIA. How two years of her life was missing. How was he supposed to explain about her father? He couldn't. Not here. Not now. Not with ..all of this.
"Since I've left the CIA I haven't heard anything about him." It wasn't a lie, but in no way was it the entire truth.
Sydney walked back over to the bed and sat down. "When ... I mean .when do we go back to LA."
He looked up from the floor but didn't meet her gaze. "We have a jet, set to leave at 1600 hours. We'll be back in LA by morning." He stood up. Sydney followed suit. Suddenly they were standing there face to face. Their eyes locked.
"Sydney." He looked down.
"What." She said quickly with unintentional harshness.
"There's a lot to talk about.. I think.. it would be best if we waited . until we get back to LA." He starred at the floor as he spoke.
She watched him as he said those words. He looked down. Shifted his weight. Stuffed his hands into his pockets. So much had happened, not only in the last two years, but in the last two minutes. As she listened to what he said she could only wonder weather to still love this man. This man who, to her, was still her boyfriend, her confidant, her only ally, her partner, handler. the man who she was going to accompany to Santa Barbra. She wasn't sure weather the ring on his finger meant she should hate him, or pity him.
Sydney was still too in shock to even try and look at things from his point of view. God, she was still reeling from the fact that she remembered the events of what was two years ago, like they were yesterday. In fact she couldn't bear to think of her "yesterday" because "yesterday" she had found her best friend almost dead in her bathtub, and she had fought and killed her other best friend. Yes, there was no mistaking that she remembered these events like yesterday.
"Sydney." he touched her arm, awakening her from her thoughtful reverie.
"Yeah," she looked up at him, and met his gaze. She smiled a little, and then quickly realized that what she remembered from "yesterday", what she knew was real and true and logical, it had all gone out the window. Every detail of her life, her friends, her family, her lover.... all of it had been wiped out of existence. Her entire life was gone, and she didn't even remember it. Now what she knew of her life, was 26 years of certainty.. and then one hell of a big black hole.
**************************************************************************** **Plenty more where this came from. Please R/R, but be nice I'm a first timer!
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"Hold on for just a second," She needed a moment to breathe in enormity of what he'd just said.
"Two years..dead..wedding ring. Will's okay... What?" Everything Vaughn had just told her was swirling around in her head. Not logically sequencing, not logically .anything. None of it was logical. "What do you mean 'They called you back', Vaughn? What did they need to call you back from?" She couldn't focus on anything but the details of what he'd said. The "big picture" was too much to take in all at once.
"Sydney.." He sighed. "After I. after you.." He took a deep breath. "I left the CIA. I couldn't take being there . I couldn't be there without thinking.you weren't there." He rubbed his hands together and looked down. He couldn't even look at her. Not with all that had happened while she was. gone.
"You left the CIA?" She couldn't take in anymore. His tear-swollen eyes, the way he wrung his hands, none of it. She stood up and walked to the window, of the small hotel room they were sitting in.
"Sydney I.." He tried to speak but instead was overcome by emotion.
"Vaughn.don't. I can't..I can't think about." she took a deep breath. "I can't ...This is all just too much." She looked over at him. His head was in his hands. All she could think of doing was going to him. Holding him. Being held by him. But she couldn't. She was truly alone. Not even Vaughn could help her through this, comfort her. She had been dead to him. She had been dead to the world. They had all gone on..without her. Vaughn, Will, the CIA, her father. "Vaughn..." He looked up at her. Tears streaking his face. "Where's my father?" She stood there waiting for him to answer, but he just looked at her.
His expression didn't change. Not a muscle in his face moved. He didn't breathe. She had just found out that she'd been presumed dead. How he wore a wedding ring on his finger. How he'd left the CIA. How two years of her life was missing. How was he supposed to explain about her father? He couldn't. Not here. Not now. Not with ..all of this.
"Since I've left the CIA I haven't heard anything about him." It wasn't a lie, but in no way was it the entire truth.
Sydney walked back over to the bed and sat down. "When ... I mean .when do we go back to LA."
He looked up from the floor but didn't meet her gaze. "We have a jet, set to leave at 1600 hours. We'll be back in LA by morning." He stood up. Sydney followed suit. Suddenly they were standing there face to face. Their eyes locked.
"Sydney." He looked down.
"What." She said quickly with unintentional harshness.
"There's a lot to talk about.. I think.. it would be best if we waited . until we get back to LA." He starred at the floor as he spoke.
She watched him as he said those words. He looked down. Shifted his weight. Stuffed his hands into his pockets. So much had happened, not only in the last two years, but in the last two minutes. As she listened to what he said she could only wonder weather to still love this man. This man who, to her, was still her boyfriend, her confidant, her only ally, her partner, handler. the man who she was going to accompany to Santa Barbra. She wasn't sure weather the ring on his finger meant she should hate him, or pity him.
Sydney was still too in shock to even try and look at things from his point of view. God, she was still reeling from the fact that she remembered the events of what was two years ago, like they were yesterday. In fact she couldn't bear to think of her "yesterday" because "yesterday" she had found her best friend almost dead in her bathtub, and she had fought and killed her other best friend. Yes, there was no mistaking that she remembered these events like yesterday.
"Sydney." he touched her arm, awakening her from her thoughtful reverie.
"Yeah," she looked up at him, and met his gaze. She smiled a little, and then quickly realized that what she remembered from "yesterday", what she knew was real and true and logical, it had all gone out the window. Every detail of her life, her friends, her family, her lover.... all of it had been wiped out of existence. Her entire life was gone, and she didn't even remember it. Now what she knew of her life, was 26 years of certainty.. and then one hell of a big black hole.
**************************************************************************** **Plenty more where this came from. Please R/R, but be nice I'm a first timer!
