Vaughn ran faster and faster. He tried to drown out the pounding in his
head with the pounding of his feet against the pavement. He took in the
surrounding, the people going about their lives. Normal everday lives. Live
where people got married and had kids without fear of being killed. Lives
where people took daily trips to the grocery store instead of foreign
countries. Lives that he and Sydney could never have.
He tried to focus on the unchanging monotony of the road beneath him, and the steady fluid motion of his body as he ran. But the words still echoed in his head. Vaughn, I'm pregnant. He had imagined those words from her lips a thousand times and a thousand ways. Not this way though. She was supposed to say them with a ring on her finger, in their house or proudly in public. Not when they still had to hide. Vaughn, I'm pregnant. With three words hopes were dashed and new fears born. New danger and heartache for the two people in the world that deserved it the least. Vaughn, I'm pregnant. They had been given one blissful night, one moment of happiness together. And for that one deserved night, they had to pay unimaginable consequences. Vaughn, I'm pregnant.
"Why wait?" she had asked him. He could think of nothing. Not one reason against it. What a cruel fate. For a few minutes he had ignored reason and logic, and in those few minutes he had made a huge mistake.
A mistake. Was that really what it was? Rules and protocol said it was, but he couldn't make himself regret it. How could he regret being with the one he loved? He couldn't.
What could they possibly do? Whether or not she had the baby, Sloane would find out. Starting a family wasn't against SD-6 procedure, not suggested but not forbidden. But starting a family with an agent of the CIA...that was punishable by death.
Suddenly he stopped running. He was running away. Running from her. That was the last thing he should be doing. He was scared. She must be absolutely terrified and completely alone. The only person she had to talk to was him, and he ran away from her.
He turned and ran the other way.
When he finally reached his house again he rushed in. Dripping in sweat and out of breath he cried out her name.
"Sydney! SYDNEY!!"
His heart nearly stopped when she didn't answer. Syd, where are you? He ran through the whole house, searched every room. He called her house. He called her cell. And then he did the only thing he knew to do.
He tried to focus on the unchanging monotony of the road beneath him, and the steady fluid motion of his body as he ran. But the words still echoed in his head. Vaughn, I'm pregnant. He had imagined those words from her lips a thousand times and a thousand ways. Not this way though. She was supposed to say them with a ring on her finger, in their house or proudly in public. Not when they still had to hide. Vaughn, I'm pregnant. With three words hopes were dashed and new fears born. New danger and heartache for the two people in the world that deserved it the least. Vaughn, I'm pregnant. They had been given one blissful night, one moment of happiness together. And for that one deserved night, they had to pay unimaginable consequences. Vaughn, I'm pregnant.
"Why wait?" she had asked him. He could think of nothing. Not one reason against it. What a cruel fate. For a few minutes he had ignored reason and logic, and in those few minutes he had made a huge mistake.
A mistake. Was that really what it was? Rules and protocol said it was, but he couldn't make himself regret it. How could he regret being with the one he loved? He couldn't.
What could they possibly do? Whether or not she had the baby, Sloane would find out. Starting a family wasn't against SD-6 procedure, not suggested but not forbidden. But starting a family with an agent of the CIA...that was punishable by death.
Suddenly he stopped running. He was running away. Running from her. That was the last thing he should be doing. He was scared. She must be absolutely terrified and completely alone. The only person she had to talk to was him, and he ran away from her.
He turned and ran the other way.
When he finally reached his house again he rushed in. Dripping in sweat and out of breath he cried out her name.
"Sydney! SYDNEY!!"
His heart nearly stopped when she didn't answer. Syd, where are you? He ran through the whole house, searched every room. He called her house. He called her cell. And then he did the only thing he knew to do.