Author's Note: Read, enjoy, and review! Please, please review. It helps me to know whether you like or dislike the fic. If I don't get enough reviews, I might not finish the story. Anyways, this chapter has fewer tags like he said, she said. I'm getting sick of those. I'll try to make it easy to understand about who's talking though. Bye!

Chapter 2

*Who is this kid and why does he look exactly like me? * Vaughn thought. He shook his head, very confused at this revelation.

"Hey Mike. Aren't you going to say hi to the kids?" Donald, the assistant coach asked.

"Oh sorry. Hey guys. My name's Michael Vaughn and I'm the head coach." There was a murmur of hi's from the impatient boys. Vaughn clapped his hands together and started the explanation.

"Alright, today we are going to be doing free skate. I just want to do an evaluation about what level each of you is at so that I can better help you. So with that, go skate!" There was tremor of noise before each boy was rushing in this direction and that direction.

Vaughn turned to Donald and asked, "Who's that kid over there? The one that looks like me?"

"Oh yeah. Isn't that uncanny? I was taken aback when I first saw him. His name's Joey. He just moved here from New York."

"Hmm. I'm going to go over there and chat with him a bit. Watch the kids, okay?"

"Sure, Mike. Don't be too long though. I need your opinion." Vaughn wasn't listening though. He had already started towards Joey.

"Hey. Joey, right?" Vaughn asked as he skated up to him. Joey nodded and started dribbling the puck with his hockey stick.

"Do you want me to teach you some tricks?" Vaughn offered. Joey's face lit up when Vaughn said that.

"Sure, Coach! I haven't had much chance to make up any new ones yet because of moving." Vaughn nodded. They spent the next couple minutes teaching and learning new moves. Even though he had only seen him play for a couple of minutes, Vaughn could tell that Joey was an experienced hockey player.

"How long have you been playing, Joey?"

"Oh, as long as I could walk. My mom always said that I lived on the ice rink when I was little." Vaughn chuckled. He knew exactly what Joey was talking about. Vaughn had been the same way. His mom had been so annoyed with the many hours a day he would spend at the ice rink when he was young.

"Who's your favorite team?"

"Oh the Kings! They're the best. Mom got me into them. I remember she used to watch it a lot of TV when I was little. She said she didn't like that much, but it was comforting to her. I don't really get that, but girls are girls. You can never understand them."

Vaughn laughed. Joey didn't know how right he was. He remembered Sydney for the moment. Vaughn didn't think he would ever be able to fully understand the puzzle that was Sydney Bristow.

"You know Coach. We look a lot alike," Joey said as he looked intently at Vaughn.

"Yeah, Joey. I've noticed that too." Vaughn looked questioningly at him. *It's probably just a coincidence. * Vaughn thought. He shook himself out of his wandering thoughts and asked Joey a question.

"I've noticed you're a pretty good hockey player. Do you want to join my team?"

"Um, I want to, but my mom probably won't let me. She thinks it's too dangerous for me to be on the hockey team." Vaughn could have laughed at that. There were many more dangerous things in life than playing on a hockey team. He knew about those things too, from experience and through others' eyes.

"Why do you let me talk to her? Maybe I can convince her to change her mind. You never know. She might be in a good mood today."

Joey had an excited look on his face as he replied, "Sure! Let me go get her. She's in the stands."

"Alright. See you in a little bit."

"Bye."

Vaughn watched Joey walk away as he felt a little nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He ignored as he saw Donald skating up to him.

"So how is he? Pretty good?" Donald asked as he wrote little notes on his clipboard.

"Yeah, he's very experience. Joey has a lot talent. I asked him to join the team."

"Great. The more the merrier," Donald replied. Vaughn and him stood there talking for awhile and then Vaughn went to talk to some boys about how they were doing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Joey waving at him. He finished up what he was doing and skated towards Joey.

As Vaughn skated around Donald, he saw a woman standing next to Joey. She was in her late 30's, had medium length brown hair, and soft brown eyes. She was Sydney Bristow. Vaughn was shocked to see the woman he loved standing before him. He didn't know what to say. Nothing would come out of his mouth and his mind had seemed to draw a blank. Vaughn faintly heard Joey introduce them although Sydney and him knew introductions were not needed. He came out of his state of shock just in time to see Sydney faint.

Vaughn quickly put an arm around her to support her fall and heard himself call out, "Sydney! Sydney!"