A/N- Sorry this has literally taken forever to post, but things have been crazy because of school and the holidays. I'll try and post a bunch of chapters tonight, but you have to review!

Jogging In Place
Chapter Three


Sydney sat on a couch. She was obviously in the family room, as the couch was well worn. She had known something was wrong when she awoke. First clue, the room. The lavishly decorated room was not the room she had fallen asleep in. Then, she felt the presence beside her. She had jumped out of the bed carrying the white satin sheets with her. She remembered the entire confrontation.


"What the hell do you think you're pulling Vaughn?" She had questioned roughly.

"What are you talking about sweetie?" He asked sweetly.

"Sweetie? Sweetie? Are you out of your mind? What are you doing in bed with me, and calling me sweetie. What if someone here's you? Alex will kick you right out of his house. Trying to make a move on me. Do you even know what you're doing to my mind?" She had asked in a panicked tone.

"Alex's house? We're at our house! Why would we be at Alex's house? The wedding is not for another week," he had stated, the fear in his voice.

"What wedding? I fell asleep at Alex's house reading to you! Why in the name of Mary would we be anywhere else? We don't have a house! I think maybe the cyanide has had an effect, I'll call the doctor," and with that she left the room, searching for the neurologist. Vaughn came chasing after her and pulled her back into the bedroom.

"Syd,, you have to tell me the last thing you remember. It's very important," he stated, thoroughly worried.

"We were reading together. And I fell asleep. I just got back from Russia."

"Oh God! Oh no… please Syd, tell me which book we were reading."

"To Kill A Mockingbird. Why?"

"You have amnesia, or at least that's what I think. You hit your head yesterday, knocked yourself out. And you obviously can't remember the last three years."


His words rang in her ears. The last three years. She looked down to her left hand. Sure enough she had a large diamond and sapphire engagement ring on and a wedding band. She pulled the rings off to thoroughly examine them. Inside the wedding band, neatly inscribed were the words: "No man is an island, entire of itself. Every man is a piece of the continent." She smiled slightly at the remembered words. Martin Shepard. She supposed that this line had more of a meaning to her and Vaughn than it did to Shepard.

Placing her rings back on she began to search around the room for anything that would give her insight about herself. It was obvious that they were by no means poor, in fact from the lavish furnishings and spacious rooms it appeared to her that she and Vaughn had quiet a large amount of money. Suddenly she spotted an album on the bookshelf. She pulled it out and situated herself on the couch once more. The album was covered in dust, appearing that it had not been open in quiet some time.

The first pictures were of the day SD-6 was taken down. Several showed Sloane, as well as other ranking employees being walked off in chains. Another showed her with her father, Devlin, Dixon, and finally Vaughn. From then on the pictures began to show the obvious relationship between the two. Pictures from hockey games and bowling games, pictures with friends and family. She continued to flip through the pages until one caught her eye. It was of her and Vaughn, but what caught her eye the most was the prominent bulge in her stomach. She looked down incredulously and lifted up her shirt to reveal her stomach. Had she really been pregnant?

The rest of the pictures seemed to enhance the subject until she came upon a photo of her and Vaughn holding a newborn. Across the bottom of the page were the medical bands from the hospital. She had a daughter, with Vaughn, named Chloe Jacqueline. She questioned her sanity at that point. She didn't even like the name Chloe. The rest of the pictures seemed to follow Chloe, through her first days to her first word, first step, until suddenly it ended. She looked around for another album. There were none to be found. Deciding that the child must be still in the house she decided to find her daughter for herself.

After she searched every room thoroughly and yielding no results she returned to Vaughn. She found him crying softly into his hands.

Softly she asked "Where's Chloe?"

He shook his head and responded "She's not here," before the sobs overtook his voice, and his body.