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I suddenly hear footsteps behind me. I go into full action mode and I swing around and kick whoever it is on their ass. "Vaughn?" I ask in shock.
"Yeah." He grunts in pain.
"I'm so sorry," I say scrambling to help him up, finally looking around. "Where am I?" He holds up a finger in a gesture of 'one second'.
"Your at my place." He says recovering; I guess I really got him.
"Wasn't I in Greece?"
"Yes." He says, scratching his head in a cute way, making light from somewhere reflect off the gold band on his finger. Is that a wedding band? "How about we sit down?" He says gesturing towards what looks like a living room. I sit in a black leather chair that's different from all the other furniture. Vaughn laughs slightly and I give him a questioning look and he sits down across from me on the edge of the trunk that looks like it serves as coffee table, our knees touching.
"Sydney, when you were in Greece you whacked your head-"
"Yeah I was fighting with this ass of a security guard,"
"The bump on the head, it made you lose your short term memory. You haven't been able to make memories since then." He says, brushing his fingertips across my kneecap.
"Vaughn, you can't be serious, one bump to the head did that much damage?"
"It shocked us too Syd. We couldn't figure it out. We tried all kinds of tests to try and make you remember but you couldn't." He's serious; I see it in his eyes along with all kinds of other things.
"Vaughn I have two questions."
"Okay."
"One, Do you have anything to make a stiff drink out of and two is that a wedding ring on your finger."
" I have vodka in the kitchen and yes."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Can we discuss this after I get some vodka?"
"I don't know if you really want vodka Syd." You never refuse someone alcohol after dropping an A bomb size shock on them.
"Vaughn, I know what I want, I might not remember much but I know I want vodka."
"Okay." He says, not liking it but agreeing. He stands up and I miss the feeling of his fingers brushing across my knee. "Follow me." So I follow him. His apartment is big, and beautiful. It has a lot of blues and whites and navy's in it, and hints of black everywhere. It's homey and warm in a detached kind of way. The kitchens white and a shade of blue and the appliances are all black. He grabs a chair and drags it to the counter he kneels on it and opens a door, grabbing a dusty bottle of vodka.
"Don't drink much?"
"No I need to stay …lucid." He answers, almost mysteriously.
"More for me." I answer as he passes me a glass. I move to unscrew the top from the bottle and I notice my left hand. A wedding ring and a diamond ring, the diamonds a simple solitaire. It looks like something Vaughn would pick out- simple and elegant. I look at him and I know the answer to my question without even asking it. I'm married to Michael Vaughn.
"I don't think I want that drink right now."
"We made a binder, that recounts everything that you can't remember-"
"I want to here it from you Vaughn." I tell him as he's about to get up.
"Okay." He says, and slowly his hand finds mine. "A CIA extraction team had to get you out in Greece. SD-6 thinks you're dead. Will and Francie know the truth and I thought I'd lost you." He pauses "I was so worried the moment I could say anything to you I told you I loved you." He paused again. I rubbed my thumb against his hand for encouragement "You said you loved me too. And insisted that if you have to have a new life, you wanted it to be with me and you insisted we get married." I blush a little.
"I'm a little stubborn, aren't I?"
"I'm really happy you are." Vaug- I mean Michael says. "So we got married. We've been living here ever since." He says smiling.
"How longs ever since?" He stops smiling, the pain of my forgetfulness is echoing.
"Two years." Michael says smiling again. I smile too. I only wish I could remember. We sit in silence for a while.
"You want to do something like, play a board game maybe?" After a second Michael replies with a laugh "That'd be really nice."
"You go find a board game and I'll put the Vodka away."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Michael says still smiling, as an after thought he adds "Be Careful" I give him a look and he turns to go for a game. Like I'll get in trouble putting away vodka! I lean on the chair and put the vodka in the cupboard, and then I fall backwards, and everything goes black.
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I suddenly hear footsteps behind me. I go into full action mode and I swing around and kick whoever it is on their ass. "Vaughn?" I ask in shock.
"Yeah." He grunts in pain.
"I'm so sorry," I say scrambling to help him up, finally looking around. "Where am I?" He holds up a finger in a gesture of 'one second'.
"Your at my place." He says recovering; I guess I really got him.
"Wasn't I in Greece?"
"Yes." He says, scratching his head in a cute way, making light from somewhere reflect off the gold band on his finger. Is that a wedding band? "How about we sit down?" He says gesturing towards what looks like a living room. I sit in a black leather chair that's different from all the other furniture. Vaughn laughs slightly and I give him a questioning look and he sits down across from me on the edge of the trunk that looks like it serves as coffee table, our knees touching.
"Sydney, when you were in Greece you whacked your head-"
"Yeah I was fighting with this ass of a security guard,"
"The bump on the head, it made you lose your short term memory. You haven't been able to make memories since then." He says, brushing his fingertips across my kneecap.
"Vaughn, you can't be serious, one bump to the head did that much damage?"
"It shocked us too Syd. We couldn't figure it out. We tried all kinds of tests to try and make you remember but you couldn't." He's serious; I see it in his eyes along with all kinds of other things.
"Vaughn I have two questions."
"Okay."
"One, Do you have anything to make a stiff drink out of and two is that a wedding ring on your finger."
" I have vodka in the kitchen and yes."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Can we discuss this after I get some vodka?"
"I don't know if you really want vodka Syd." You never refuse someone alcohol after dropping an A bomb size shock on them.
"Vaughn, I know what I want, I might not remember much but I know I want vodka."
"Okay." He says, not liking it but agreeing. He stands up and I miss the feeling of his fingers brushing across my knee. "Follow me." So I follow him. His apartment is big, and beautiful. It has a lot of blues and whites and navy's in it, and hints of black everywhere. It's homey and warm in a detached kind of way. The kitchens white and a shade of blue and the appliances are all black. He grabs a chair and drags it to the counter he kneels on it and opens a door, grabbing a dusty bottle of vodka.
"Don't drink much?"
"No I need to stay …lucid." He answers, almost mysteriously.
"More for me." I answer as he passes me a glass. I move to unscrew the top from the bottle and I notice my left hand. A wedding ring and a diamond ring, the diamonds a simple solitaire. It looks like something Vaughn would pick out- simple and elegant. I look at him and I know the answer to my question without even asking it. I'm married to Michael Vaughn.
"I don't think I want that drink right now."
"We made a binder, that recounts everything that you can't remember-"
"I want to here it from you Vaughn." I tell him as he's about to get up.
"Okay." He says, and slowly his hand finds mine. "A CIA extraction team had to get you out in Greece. SD-6 thinks you're dead. Will and Francie know the truth and I thought I'd lost you." He pauses "I was so worried the moment I could say anything to you I told you I loved you." He paused again. I rubbed my thumb against his hand for encouragement "You said you loved me too. And insisted that if you have to have a new life, you wanted it to be with me and you insisted we get married." I blush a little.
"I'm a little stubborn, aren't I?"
"I'm really happy you are." Vaug- I mean Michael says. "So we got married. We've been living here ever since." He says smiling.
"How longs ever since?" He stops smiling, the pain of my forgetfulness is echoing.
"Two years." Michael says smiling again. I smile too. I only wish I could remember. We sit in silence for a while.
"You want to do something like, play a board game maybe?" After a second Michael replies with a laugh "That'd be really nice."
"You go find a board game and I'll put the Vodka away."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Michael says still smiling, as an after thought he adds "Be Careful" I give him a look and he turns to go for a game. Like I'll get in trouble putting away vodka! I lean on the chair and put the vodka in the cupboard, and then I fall backwards, and everything goes black.