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Sydney hung up the phone and strode over to her closet to find something to wear besides a towel.
'I can't even think straight. That was not Michael's voice, but I know that voice. I used to hear that voice a lot; I used to want to hear that voice. But why? Why can't I remember anything but bits and pieces of memories? Why did I remember a different phone number to reach Michael on? Why did he sound so upset? Why did he ask me all those weird questions? Why.'
Sydney heard the front door open and close.
'Michael.'
Sydney ran from the bedroom to go and greet Michael. She saw him by the hall table, emptying his pockets and taking his coat off.
"Michael!" Sydney said as tears came to her eyes.
"Hello Sydn-what's wrong dear?" Michael asked as he came over to Sydney and wrapped his arms around her.
"I..I'm just having a rough time with all of this, you know, not being able to remember." Sydney stammered, burying her head into Michael's shoulder.
"Dear, I told you that it will come! Don't trouble yourself over those details! Now come with me into the kitchen and tell me what you would like for lunch, my treat!" Michael said soothingly as he caressed Sydney's back.
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As the evening approached, Michael and Sydney lay entwined on the couch watching 'First Knight', Sydney's mind began to race again.
'This is nice. This is what I've wanted from life, but why is my heart telling me something is wrong. What else could I want? Well, Michael was acting strange earlier on the phone, very strange in fact, should I ask him about it? Maybe he's just trying to forget about it since I did tell him that I was eavesdropping. God, I don't know what I should.'
"Would you like to go upstairs dear?" Michael whispered into Sydney's ear as he began to kiss her neck.
'My head is pounding, oh man, this concussion is taking a long time to heal. I can barely stay awake suddenly..' Sydney lost consciousness as Michael gathered her in his arms and carried her up to his bedroom.
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Sydney awoke to find a dark figure hovering next to the bed, gun drawn. The man's voice was familiar, yet she could sense the anger in it. She only comprehended the last of his sentence.
".me what I want so you can go quickly." The shadow said with increasing anger.
'Who the hell is this? And why am I naked?' Sydney thought as she felt Michael behind her. She instinctively drew nearer to him and pulled the sheet up around her.
"Michael? Who is that?" Sydney said as the two men looked at each other with intense hatred. They obviously knew and hated one another immensely.
"Syd! Are you ok?" the man with the gun said with obvious concern in his voice. The same concern she remembered hearing over the phone today.
'I wonder if this could be.'
"Who are you? What do you want from us?" Sydney replied.
'Time to find out who is who, once and for all. This man with the gun, he is drawing me to him. His voice, his presence, it's comforting, familiar, could this be Michael? Could I have this all wrong?'
"Sark, tell her who you are. Tell her now or I swear to God I will shoot you now and explain to her later," the gunman said.
'Sark. There's that word again. Is it a name?'
"I'm afraid you have no leverage now Mr. Vau-"
'What did he almost say? Oh no..no no no no no...'
"What did you say?" Sydney asked Sark. "Did you just call him Vaughn? He's Michael Vaughn, isn't he? That's why I remembered his phone number! That's why none of this fit together! That's why I had an uneasy feeling about all this! You're not Michael!" Sydney was screeching at Sark, tears streaming down her face.
'This can't be happening! What did this man do to me? I'm naked and in bed with a stranger! Oh God please no..'
"No, I'm not Michael. My name is David Sark. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I love you! You've got to believe me!" Sark took Sydney's hand and she nearly punched him square in the face. "Please give me another chance, please let me be everything you want and need! Please Sydney, I need you!"
Sydney looked up to Vaughn whose gun was still trained on Sark's head. She looked back to Sark. With the sunlight that began to stream into the room, Sydney could see the green of Vaughn's eyes staring back at her.
'That's him. Those eyes, I could never forget those eyes.'
"No. You are a horrible person. When I woke up, all I remembered was a name, a Michael Vaughn. You lied to me. You deserve whatever you get."
Sydney got out of the bed, the sheet wrapped around her lithe body. She went to stand behind Vaughn as he raised his gun towards Sark.
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Sydney hung up the phone and strode over to her closet to find something to wear besides a towel.
'I can't even think straight. That was not Michael's voice, but I know that voice. I used to hear that voice a lot; I used to want to hear that voice. But why? Why can't I remember anything but bits and pieces of memories? Why did I remember a different phone number to reach Michael on? Why did he sound so upset? Why did he ask me all those weird questions? Why.'
Sydney heard the front door open and close.
'Michael.'
Sydney ran from the bedroom to go and greet Michael. She saw him by the hall table, emptying his pockets and taking his coat off.
"Michael!" Sydney said as tears came to her eyes.
"Hello Sydn-what's wrong dear?" Michael asked as he came over to Sydney and wrapped his arms around her.
"I..I'm just having a rough time with all of this, you know, not being able to remember." Sydney stammered, burying her head into Michael's shoulder.
"Dear, I told you that it will come! Don't trouble yourself over those details! Now come with me into the kitchen and tell me what you would like for lunch, my treat!" Michael said soothingly as he caressed Sydney's back.
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As the evening approached, Michael and Sydney lay entwined on the couch watching 'First Knight', Sydney's mind began to race again.
'This is nice. This is what I've wanted from life, but why is my heart telling me something is wrong. What else could I want? Well, Michael was acting strange earlier on the phone, very strange in fact, should I ask him about it? Maybe he's just trying to forget about it since I did tell him that I was eavesdropping. God, I don't know what I should.'
"Would you like to go upstairs dear?" Michael whispered into Sydney's ear as he began to kiss her neck.
'My head is pounding, oh man, this concussion is taking a long time to heal. I can barely stay awake suddenly..' Sydney lost consciousness as Michael gathered her in his arms and carried her up to his bedroom.
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Sydney awoke to find a dark figure hovering next to the bed, gun drawn. The man's voice was familiar, yet she could sense the anger in it. She only comprehended the last of his sentence.
".me what I want so you can go quickly." The shadow said with increasing anger.
'Who the hell is this? And why am I naked?' Sydney thought as she felt Michael behind her. She instinctively drew nearer to him and pulled the sheet up around her.
"Michael? Who is that?" Sydney said as the two men looked at each other with intense hatred. They obviously knew and hated one another immensely.
"Syd! Are you ok?" the man with the gun said with obvious concern in his voice. The same concern she remembered hearing over the phone today.
'I wonder if this could be.'
"Who are you? What do you want from us?" Sydney replied.
'Time to find out who is who, once and for all. This man with the gun, he is drawing me to him. His voice, his presence, it's comforting, familiar, could this be Michael? Could I have this all wrong?'
"Sark, tell her who you are. Tell her now or I swear to God I will shoot you now and explain to her later," the gunman said.
'Sark. There's that word again. Is it a name?'
"I'm afraid you have no leverage now Mr. Vau-"
'What did he almost say? Oh no..no no no no no...'
"What did you say?" Sydney asked Sark. "Did you just call him Vaughn? He's Michael Vaughn, isn't he? That's why I remembered his phone number! That's why none of this fit together! That's why I had an uneasy feeling about all this! You're not Michael!" Sydney was screeching at Sark, tears streaming down her face.
'This can't be happening! What did this man do to me? I'm naked and in bed with a stranger! Oh God please no..'
"No, I'm not Michael. My name is David Sark. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I love you! You've got to believe me!" Sark took Sydney's hand and she nearly punched him square in the face. "Please give me another chance, please let me be everything you want and need! Please Sydney, I need you!"
Sydney looked up to Vaughn whose gun was still trained on Sark's head. She looked back to Sark. With the sunlight that began to stream into the room, Sydney could see the green of Vaughn's eyes staring back at her.
'That's him. Those eyes, I could never forget those eyes.'
"No. You are a horrible person. When I woke up, all I remembered was a name, a Michael Vaughn. You lied to me. You deserve whatever you get."
Sydney got out of the bed, the sheet wrapped around her lithe body. She went to stand behind Vaughn as he raised his gun towards Sark.
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