DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters except ones that I will concoct along the way...they all belong to J.J. Abrams.
"He's been married for nearly a year Syd."
As if I expected any less. Obviously I was very easy to get over.
"He thought you were dead. It's not like anyone, let alone Michael Vaughn, could get over you that easily, so don't even think that."
How exactly could Eric Weiss read my mind? When had that happened? Here we were, sitting in a hospital room together and he was reading my thoughts.
"Look, Eric, I really appreciate your support and everything, but I am still trying to figure out what has been going on for the past two years. What about everybody else? I asked Vaughn about Will, my dad, Sloane...but he wouldn't tell me anything. What's going on?"
"Will is alive, remarkably. He is now a field agent...your dad....we'll discuss that later, and Sloane is still at large. He hasn't been heard from in the last two years, which is really why we're investigating you right now. There have been rumors going around that you and Sloane staged this whole thing, and that you were working for him the entire time."
"That's ludicrous."
"Anybody who knows you knows that, believe me, but people talk. You know that."
I merely nodded. The only people who really knew me in the CIA were my father, who was currently MIA, Weiss, and Vaughn. I wondered what Vaughn thought. Could he ever think that I was a traitor? Even THINKING his name brought malicious feelings into my mind. How could he be married? I couldn't wait to meet this wife of his.
"So, uh, what's Vaughn's wife like?" I asked boldly.
"That's a loaded question," Weiss answered, only to be met by the scowl on my face. "Personally, I think she looks exactly like you. I pointed it out to Mike once, and he got pissed. Long brown hair, same face, same build...only difference is she's quiet and she's got blue eyes."
"How did he meet her?"
"Sydney, this is emotional suicide you know."
"Weiss," I warned.
"Fine, fine...he didn't meet her until about three months after you disappeared. She worked here for a while, as an analyst, they started dating and then..." he trailed off, leaving me hanging.
"What?"
"She got pregnant."
"Oh." He's a father now, I thought.
"They both quit the CIA, he proposed, and the rest, as they say, is history."
I paused for a few moments. This was too much to handle in one day. As far as I was concerned, twenty hours ago I was kissing Michael Vaughn in his car, planning to go on a romantic getaway to Santa Barbara. Too bad that moment had really occurred two years ago.
"Well, you know Vaughn, he never could follow protocol," I laughed bitterly.
"Syd, you alright?"
Weiss moved closer to me, sitting on the hospital bed, and draped his arm around my shoulders. It felt good to be touched again, even if it was by Weiss. Vaughn treated me like I had the Bubonic plague when he rediscovered me only a few short hours ago.
"It's all just too much Eric. I thought that Vaughn and I had this connection, you know? Like he could feel my presence, even if I wasn't around, and I could feel him too. So, how could he have ever believed that I was dead?" I felt the tears coming now. It was at this point that the doctor decided to come in. I wiped my face quickly.
"Agent Bristow, we will be releasing you shortly. We've taken all the tests we need to take at this point. If we need to do anything further, we will let you know," he smiled stiffly, and motioned to Weiss, who stood up quickly. The doctor whispered something to him, and was gone shortly after.
"Well, Bristow, it looks like they're going to lock you up overnight."
"You can't be serious."
"Sadly I am. They're going to be placing you in your mother's old cell."
"Good Lord. As if losing memory of the past two years of my life isn't bad enough. So I take it they haven't caught my mother just yet."
"Actually...it's interesting that you bring your mother up."
"Why, what about her?"
"We did take her into custody again, shortly after you disappeared. Later, she was found innocent of her crimes against all those CIA officers she supposedly killed, and was released from custody. She's with your dad somewhere in the Caribbean now."
"Supposedly killed...Caribbean...WHAT?" I turned to him, eyes wide. How much had I really missed these past two years? I didn't even want to know anymore. Eric's face was beginning to look a little hazy, and I heard him say something, but I couldn't quite make out his words.
That's when everything went black.
NOTE: to everyone who reads this, it will jump around a lot, not because I like to confuse people but because I must follow how my heart is telling me to write. Thank you.
