The Way of Seeming

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Vaughn stormed over to Weiss's apartment. He stood there pounding on the door
for a minute before Weiss finally opened it. He was bleary-eyed and had obviously just
woken up.


"What?"


Vaughn pushed past him and walked into the kitchen, pacing back and forth over
the blue tiled floor.


For Eric it finally clicked. Michael Vaughn was in his kitchen looking pissed. He
walked to the doorway of the kitchen and stayed there, trying to make his brain function.
"How are you awake? Those tranquilizers were enough to knock you out for...you
shouldn't wake up for another six hours."


Vaughn spun to face him. "Someone is pumped full of a stimulant, then you give
them a depressant and expect it to take full effect?"


"How long have you been awake?"


Vaughn shook his head. "Not the question you should be asking. You should be
asking how long WE have been awake, together, in the same hotel room."


Eric turned white, all the blood draining from his face, leaving him looking half
dead. "What did...?" He couldn't make himself finish the question.


Vaughn turned away from him before answering. "If you ask her? Nothing. It's a
total blank." He paused. "Apparently she had more drugs in her system so it took until
this morning to counteract all their effects."


Eric let out the breath he had been holding. "So everything's ok? Nothing
happened?"


Vaughn gave a short, humorless laugh. "Yeah. Nothing happened. Except it's
kind of hard to ignore the fact that we both woke up with no clothes on, with her laying
on top of me."


Weiss now looked panicked. "Jack is going to kill me. I told him there was no
way either of you would wake up in the same room together. We just needed somewhere
to put you guys that wouldn't warrant any questions."


Vaughn was silent for a moment before jumping into action. "Ok. Damage
control. Call Jack. Tell him you went to the hotel a few hours ago. You woke me up,
groggy and uncoordinated as I was, and brought me to your apartment because you
realized that the effects of the drugs might counteract each other. Then suggest he go get
Sydney, see if she's up yet, since she had more drugs in her system to start out with."


Eric shook his head. "What good is that going to do?"


Vaughn leaned back against the counter. "I think she was still really out of it
when I left. This will give her an excuse to believe she dreamed the entire thing, waking
up with me and all."


"Mike-"


"The I just have to spend the rest of my life acting like it never happened and
everything will be fine." He slid down until he was sitting on the floor with his head
resting on his knees.


Eric walked over and sat down next to him. " You said she didn't remember
anything. But what about you?"


Vaughn refused to look up. "I was back to normal. I thought she was-" he
swallowed, "It doesn't matter. None of it matters. It never happened." He was silent for a
moment. "I've ruined everything."


There was nothing Eric could say to that. He got up slowly and moved into the
living room to call Jack.









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