3.
The
motel room was dirty. That was his first impression. It stank and it was dirty
and the paint on the walls was literally peeling. He sighed and put his
suitcase on the ground next to the bed and then lay down on the bed, hands over
his eyes. What the hell was he doing here?
Why was
he running to Sydney Bristow the moment she called? Why had he jumped onto the
first available flight? Why was he suddenly 600 miles away from his house?
Because
Sydney Bristow said that she needed him.
And that's all he needed to know. He got up
and checked the map for the address. He smiled. It was a pier.
~:~
"So,
you're a jogger too."
"Yeah."
"Hi,
I'm Michael."
"I'm
Sydney. Nice to meet you."
"Same
here."
They sat
on the bench together, taking "breathers" from their jogging
experiences.
One hour
later she was in his arms.
"Sydney, I'm so glad to see you but are
you sure you're all right?" Vaughn had to admit that he was shocked when
he first saw her. She had lost 15 pounds at least. She didn't look healthy.
But she
nodded anyway, closing her eyes, trying to keep this feeling inside of her and
remember it always. She wanted to know how it felt to lie in Vaughn's arms
forever. She wanted to close her eyes and remember his arms around hers.
"Sydney,
why did you leave?" His voice permeated her senses, startling her
temporarily before she realized that he was still sitting there, that she could
reach out and touch him.
"You
know why I left."
"I
know why you felt you had an excuse to leave."
She
looked at him suddenly, eyes reddening. "What are you saying? You actually
think that my father being killed isn't reason enough for me to leave? They
found out that he was a mole. What was to stop them from finding out that I was
too?"
He
looked away briefly, looking out into the ocean before turning back towards
her. "Of course that was reason enough. But I think that you were tired.
Of everything. Of the life you were living. And you wanted out. Jack being
killed terminated the last tie keeping you here."
She
wanted to stand up, to lash out at him and screaming at him for trivializing
her father's death. But deep in her heart, she knew it was true. So she didn't
say anything. And just looked down.
Vaughn
sighed. "Sydney, if you're not ready to tell me or even to admit it to
yourself, I don't think you should call me anymore."
She
raised her head. "What? Vaughn. . . sometimes I need you. I need to hear your voice. I need you to listen or
reassure."
He shook
his head. "Then you're not ready to be out here alone. You can't just
abandon everyone who cares about you and then expect them to come back to you
at your beck and call."
She
stood up, "Okay. Leave. I won't call you back."
He
sighed. "Sydney, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I want you to
come back."
"They
know now. They know now that I'm a mole too. What's left for me back
there?"
"Me.
And Will and Francie. Your job. SD-6. You don't have to be a double agent
anymore. You can still work. Or you can go to a safe house. Whatever you want.
But come back."
Sydney
looked at him. "That's the one thing I can't do."
TBC…
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