A/N: Alright, I know you all are probably tired of stories that take place after "The Telling" but this one is definitely different. I've just read so many different versions that I thought I should write my own, with it's own original twist so please R/R!

P.S. And for any of you were reading my other story, The Death of Sydney Bristow, I would like to inform you that it is now finished. I was just hoping that I could get some people to review it because no one has since I've finished it, and I would really appreciate any comments. Thank you!

When She Said "Hello"

Sydney Bristow held took in a deep breath and turned away from him. All of it was too much; the ring, two whole years… None of it made sense anymore.

            "Sydney, say something, please," Vaughn begged; unable to allow her quiet tears to fill the silence.

            Sydney looked at Vaughn with empty hallow eyes. This was the man she had always been able to talk to. Always been able to tell her deepest fears, and yet she didn't want to talk to him. She remained silent.

            "Sydney? Please?" Vaughn asked again, his eyes pleading.

            Sydney just looked at him with sad eyes and shook her head. She didn't want to talk about what they could have had, or how things could have been different if he wasn't married. All of it was too much, and the idea of talking about it was emotionally exhausting.

            Vaughn stood up keeping his back to her, but he understood. "There's a car waiting out front; waiting to take us to the airport." Sydney stood up slowly and walked out the door that Vaughn was holding open. Sydney's hand briefly touched his own, and Vaughn felt something electric pass through him. He wanted so much to take her in his arms. He hadn't seen her in two years. Two years of thinking she was dead, and he wasn't even allowed to touch her.

            Vaughn followed Sydney out to the awaiting CIA issued car. He opened the car door for her, and she stepped in. Vaughn walked around the front of the car, and got in the driver's seat, which was located on the right side of the car. He started the car and they were on their way. Neither of them said a word, but about a half an hour later he noticed that her expression was one of worry.

            "Vaughn, how long has that car been behind us?" Vaughn checked his rearview mirror, and realized that this car had been following just a few feet behind them for the whole ride, which was weird because the road they were driving on was two lanes. If the car had wanted to pass them, he could have done it long ago.

            "For a while," Vaughn said tersely. He moved into the right lane. The other car followed. He moved back into the left lane, and the car again followed. "He's following us, Syd." He glanced over at her, and she looked incredibly nervous.

            "Can you ditch them?" She asked.

            Vaughn looked around. In front of him and behind him were miles of open road, and a median in the middle of the road separated cars traveling in his direction from those traveling in the opposite direction.

            "I don't think so," Vaughn replied taking another glance into his mirror. The car was now picking up speed; trying to get next to them on their right. Vaughn in turn accelerated, but the smaller car trailing them was built for speed, and this CIA vehicle wasn't. The car was now right next to them, and the back window was being rolled down.

            "Vaughn!" Sydney cried out. The person in the back was wearing a ski mask and holding a gun that was pointed directly at Sydney. Vaughn scrambled into his pocket and pulled out his gun, passing it to Sydney. She climbed into the back so Vaughn wouldn't be hit and lowered the window.

            The person from the other car fired and Sydney ducked as the bullet penetrated the window on the opposite side of the car. Sydney aimed for him but the bullet was just reflected off the window. Crap, she thought, bullet proof windows. That made hitting the driver impossible.

            He aimed for her again, and ended up spraying her with shards of glass. She rose up again, but instead of aiming for the gunman, she aimed for the tires. She hit the front one, but it didn't deflate. These guys are serious, she thought. They've invested in those re-inflating tires. The gunman aimed for her while she was shooting for the tire, and managed to hit her left hand. She cried out in pain.

            "Sydney? Are you okay?" Vaughn asked anxiously, while trying to turn around to see her for himself.

            Sydney's hesitation towards her injured hand turned out to be fatal. The gunman next to them aimed and fired, hitting Sydney right in the temple. Sydney fell back against the backseat; Vaughn's gun fell to the floor.

            "Sydney?" Vaughn called. "Sydney?!" Vaughn reached up and lowered his mirror until he caught sight of Sydney's body. "Oh my god, Sydney," Vaughn whimpered. He couldn't take his eyes off of Sydney's body. He felt his heart exploding. Suddenly he did hear something exploding, but it wasn't his heart. The car next to him had shot out his two left tires.

            Vaughn's vehicle began to shudder on the two blown out tires, and he began to skid. Vaughn slowly applied the brakes, but the car still turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees before it stopped. The vehicle next to him also came to a stop next to his own. Vaughn stayed where he was in his seat. He couldn't move. He was paralyzed. Whoever these people were, they had just ruined his life.

            Two years Sydney had been gone from his life, and within the last hour, he was able to reclaim her, only for her to be taken away once more. He watched blindly as the driver and the gun stepped out of their car, armed, and approached him. Vaughn's mind was screaming at him, telling him to reach for his gun, but he just couldn't do it.

            Both the driver and the gunman were wearing ski masks. They both approached the driver's side cautiously, and only one pulled open the door. Vaughn's instincts were telling him to do something, don't let it all end now, but he couldn't. He just couldn't move. He stared emptily at the person in front of him. The masked man aimed and fired, as something hit Vaughn in the stomach. It was painful, but not as painful as he thought a bullet would be. Vaughn's vision began to blur, and soon the accident before him disappeared, and all thoughts of the events that took place within the last hour were gone.