Sydney stepped into the doorway of Vaughn's room. She saw him looking
through a manila envelope. She guessed it was information about him, to
help him remember. The hardest part was that he looked just the same. His
skin had paled marginally, but Sydney brushed it off as the strong
fluorescent lighting in the hospitals. He still looked sexy, even in the
blue pinstriped hospital gown. That definitely should not have been turning
her on.
He hadn't yet noticed her, and therefore didn't see her eyes trailing up and down his body. She noticed how he his fingers lightly turned the pages and how he furrowed his brow trying to comprehend everything that he was reading.
He heard the floor creak and looked up to see a gorgeous brunette watching him. 'Please let this be my wife.' He thought sheepishly. But then he remembered reading the part about him being a single white male. 'Girlfriend maybe?'
"Hi..." He said, hoping to catch the name of this beauty.
"Sydney. Sydney Bristow." He could tell she was a little in awe and unsure of how to approach the situation. The doctor hadn't told him that he should expect any visitors so he was clueless.
"I feel like I should introduce myself, but you already know who I am. You probably know more about me than I do." Sydney smiled at the lightness. 'At least he hasn't lost his charm.'
"Yeah, I probably do. I guess I should explain how I know you."
"That might help."
Sydney smiled, remembering their first meeting.
***
"I'm not trying to play you"
"Yeah, we'll see about that."
For the first time she saw his heart-melting smirk. "I have an instinct."
***
Sydney pulled a chair up to his bed and sat down. "Well, for starters we work together. I actually work for you in a way. You're my handler in the CIA. But you're also my friend, one of my best. We've worked together for about a year now."
"So we work together, but I'm in charge of you, ok... But we're also friends which means that we're not."
"No! Um, no. We never. were romantically involved."
"Do I have a girlfriend I should know about, because it's not here in the chart?" Vaughn said, cross checking his personals.
"Not at the moment, at least not one that I know about."
"And we never dated?" Vaughn was having a hard time believing that he wouldn't have made a move on Sydney in a year.
Sydney was amusing and mildly embarrassed by his pushing of the dating. "You see Va-Michael, there are rules that the CIA has. And one of them is fraternization among co-workers. It's a very bad idea for two agents to get involved romantically because then they get questioned, and they make sure you don't work together. It's frowned upon very heavily. And we both knew that I needed you. You have helped me in more ways than I can express. Had it not have been for you, I wouldn't be sitting here right now and I wouldn't have been so successful." Sydney pushed back the tears. She needed to be brave for his sake.
Vaughn didn't know how to respond to that. How do you handle that not knowing who you are or whom you're talking too? 'Why can't I just remember!' His mind screamed at him.
Sydney could tell she had made him uncomfortable by getting that emotional. He didn't understand. And the one person she really needed to talk to right now was the one person that she couldn't. "Well I had better get going. You should rest."
"Wait. Are you going to visit again?"
She nodded "Yeah, I should be here around noon to pick you up to bring you home. I'll actually be staying with you, helping you to remember and such."
"Oh, the CIA is going to allow that?"
"Their going to have no choice. I really better be going though. I'm surprised the doctor let me see you this late and stay this long. I'll be seeing you soon."
"Bye Sydney." He called her Sydney, not Syd. Sydney was so formal for Vaughn to say that. He only said her full name in times of anger, frustration, or when he needed to be formal. Sydney shook her thoughts away. Right now she needed to be focusing on how she was going to explain her absence from SD-6 and avoid having them catch her with Vaughn. And also how to avoid the sharp objects her father was going to throw after she tells him that she volunteered to be Vaughn's babysitter the next week or so. She was not looking forward to this morning.
He hadn't yet noticed her, and therefore didn't see her eyes trailing up and down his body. She noticed how he his fingers lightly turned the pages and how he furrowed his brow trying to comprehend everything that he was reading.
He heard the floor creak and looked up to see a gorgeous brunette watching him. 'Please let this be my wife.' He thought sheepishly. But then he remembered reading the part about him being a single white male. 'Girlfriend maybe?'
"Hi..." He said, hoping to catch the name of this beauty.
"Sydney. Sydney Bristow." He could tell she was a little in awe and unsure of how to approach the situation. The doctor hadn't told him that he should expect any visitors so he was clueless.
"I feel like I should introduce myself, but you already know who I am. You probably know more about me than I do." Sydney smiled at the lightness. 'At least he hasn't lost his charm.'
"Yeah, I probably do. I guess I should explain how I know you."
"That might help."
Sydney smiled, remembering their first meeting.
***
"I'm not trying to play you"
"Yeah, we'll see about that."
For the first time she saw his heart-melting smirk. "I have an instinct."
***
Sydney pulled a chair up to his bed and sat down. "Well, for starters we work together. I actually work for you in a way. You're my handler in the CIA. But you're also my friend, one of my best. We've worked together for about a year now."
"So we work together, but I'm in charge of you, ok... But we're also friends which means that we're not."
"No! Um, no. We never. were romantically involved."
"Do I have a girlfriend I should know about, because it's not here in the chart?" Vaughn said, cross checking his personals.
"Not at the moment, at least not one that I know about."
"And we never dated?" Vaughn was having a hard time believing that he wouldn't have made a move on Sydney in a year.
Sydney was amusing and mildly embarrassed by his pushing of the dating. "You see Va-Michael, there are rules that the CIA has. And one of them is fraternization among co-workers. It's a very bad idea for two agents to get involved romantically because then they get questioned, and they make sure you don't work together. It's frowned upon very heavily. And we both knew that I needed you. You have helped me in more ways than I can express. Had it not have been for you, I wouldn't be sitting here right now and I wouldn't have been so successful." Sydney pushed back the tears. She needed to be brave for his sake.
Vaughn didn't know how to respond to that. How do you handle that not knowing who you are or whom you're talking too? 'Why can't I just remember!' His mind screamed at him.
Sydney could tell she had made him uncomfortable by getting that emotional. He didn't understand. And the one person she really needed to talk to right now was the one person that she couldn't. "Well I had better get going. You should rest."
"Wait. Are you going to visit again?"
She nodded "Yeah, I should be here around noon to pick you up to bring you home. I'll actually be staying with you, helping you to remember and such."
"Oh, the CIA is going to allow that?"
"Their going to have no choice. I really better be going though. I'm surprised the doctor let me see you this late and stay this long. I'll be seeing you soon."
"Bye Sydney." He called her Sydney, not Syd. Sydney was so formal for Vaughn to say that. He only said her full name in times of anger, frustration, or when he needed to be formal. Sydney shook her thoughts away. Right now she needed to be focusing on how she was going to explain her absence from SD-6 and avoid having them catch her with Vaughn. And also how to avoid the sharp objects her father was going to throw after she tells him that she volunteered to be Vaughn's babysitter the next week or so. She was not looking forward to this morning.