What Now?
This is my first attempt, don't be too hard on it!
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"That's impossible!" Sydney cries.
"I wish it were," Vaughn replies softly, avoiding her eyes.
There is a long pause.
"So where have I been all this time? What happened?" Sydney asks imploringly.
"I…We don't know," Vaughn says nervously. "We thought you were dead!" he repeats emphatically.
"So you thought I was dead. Then what?" Sydney asks, her voice trembling. She is afraid of what the answer might be, but she has to know. It is like a game, she thinks, it can't be real.
"You were gone." Vaughn looks up. "I came to look for you when you didn't answer your phone. There was blood everywhere, and 'Francie' was dead. The CIA followed up every possible lead, and I…some of us felt like we had to believe you were alive. Your father became obsessed with finding you. I guess he had to believe you were alive, otherwise…"
"What about you?" Sydney asks, her voice low but forceful.
"Huh?"
"What about you? You've talked about my father, other agents, everybody but you!" Sydney glances meaningfully at the ring while her voice rises in pitch.
"Syd, I loved you, I…"Vaughn pleads.
"Loved?" Sydney squeaks, hurt evident in her voice.
"Syd…" Vaughn drops his eyes, unable to think of anything to say. Nothing would help now anyway, he thinks.
"Let's just go." Sydney stands up quickly and glares at Vaughn until he stands and leads her out.
Both of them remain silent, Sydney trying not to cry and Vaughn trying to think of something to say, until after they are on the CIA jet. Then Sydney moves from her seat at the back of the plane to the front to talk to Vaughn.
"Please," she starts, taking a shaky breath as she sits next to Vaughn. "I want to know. Everything." She looks down at the ring again. "I won't interrupt."
Vaughn takes a breath just as shaky as Sydney's.
"I guess I owe it to you to explain this," he says, gesturing at the gold band on his left ring finger.
Sydney sucks in a breath and becomes tense, but otherwise remains silent.
Vaughn avoids her eyes, expecting them to be cold and hard. When he looks up, her eyes are anything but hard; they are warm and loving, confused and hurt. She seems to be begging him to tell her that this is not real, that it is a bad dream. And he wants so much to do just that.
Sydney sits still and silent, waiting for him to begin. When he looks up, his eyes are sad and small. She realizes she has seen him look like this before: back when they were both afraid to start any relationship, afraid to touch the forbidden fruit.
"I'm married," he begins simply in a small voice.
Sydney starts to speak, but decides against it.
"You don't know her."
They are quiet for a moment as they marvel at how they had been able to finish the others thoughts.
"We met at the agency. They assigned me a new partner after you disappeared, Amanda. She reminded me of you at first, and I guess I resented it. But Syd," he sobs helplessly, "it hurt so much, I just wanted to forget! Syd, I'm sorry!" Vaughn lowers his face to his hands. "I'm so damn weak, I know! I'm sorry!" he mumbles.
Sydney stands quietly and walks to the back of the huge, empty plane. That's how I feel, she thinks. Empty.
Vaughn hears her leave, but thinks it is better to let her go. He can't handle the conversation any more than she can now.
Sydney sits in the back, sobbing hard and silent. Vaughn's married, she thinks. I don't know where I've been for two years. My life was so good. Everything was starting to go my way. I was, I am, in love. It's all because of Sloane! He sent Allison into my house! He killed Francie! He had something to do with this! He must have!!
A sudden question occurs to her. She tries to compose herself enough to go talk to Vaughn, but she suddenly feels his hand on her back. She gasps and looks up quickly, shocked into getting a hold of herself. He sits down next to her, still resting his hand on her shoulder.
"Vaughn," she says shakily, "Is my dad okay?"
Vaughn looks down quickly and pulls away his hand.
"Where is he?!?" Syd asked, now panicked.
Vaughn looks up slowly.
"Sydney, he disappeared with Sloane almost a year ago. No one's heard from him since, except for a note saying he went willingly."
TBC
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Please review and tell me this any good at all!
Reviews make me type faster!
I know there is a lot of sort of boring stuff in this, but after chapter 3 it becomes more of an action story, so bear with me!
This is my first attempt, don't be too hard on it!
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"That's impossible!" Sydney cries.
"I wish it were," Vaughn replies softly, avoiding her eyes.
There is a long pause.
"So where have I been all this time? What happened?" Sydney asks imploringly.
"I…We don't know," Vaughn says nervously. "We thought you were dead!" he repeats emphatically.
"So you thought I was dead. Then what?" Sydney asks, her voice trembling. She is afraid of what the answer might be, but she has to know. It is like a game, she thinks, it can't be real.
"You were gone." Vaughn looks up. "I came to look for you when you didn't answer your phone. There was blood everywhere, and 'Francie' was dead. The CIA followed up every possible lead, and I…some of us felt like we had to believe you were alive. Your father became obsessed with finding you. I guess he had to believe you were alive, otherwise…"
"What about you?" Sydney asks, her voice low but forceful.
"Huh?"
"What about you? You've talked about my father, other agents, everybody but you!" Sydney glances meaningfully at the ring while her voice rises in pitch.
"Syd, I loved you, I…"Vaughn pleads.
"Loved?" Sydney squeaks, hurt evident in her voice.
"Syd…" Vaughn drops his eyes, unable to think of anything to say. Nothing would help now anyway, he thinks.
"Let's just go." Sydney stands up quickly and glares at Vaughn until he stands and leads her out.
Both of them remain silent, Sydney trying not to cry and Vaughn trying to think of something to say, until after they are on the CIA jet. Then Sydney moves from her seat at the back of the plane to the front to talk to Vaughn.
"Please," she starts, taking a shaky breath as she sits next to Vaughn. "I want to know. Everything." She looks down at the ring again. "I won't interrupt."
Vaughn takes a breath just as shaky as Sydney's.
"I guess I owe it to you to explain this," he says, gesturing at the gold band on his left ring finger.
Sydney sucks in a breath and becomes tense, but otherwise remains silent.
Vaughn avoids her eyes, expecting them to be cold and hard. When he looks up, her eyes are anything but hard; they are warm and loving, confused and hurt. She seems to be begging him to tell her that this is not real, that it is a bad dream. And he wants so much to do just that.
Sydney sits still and silent, waiting for him to begin. When he looks up, his eyes are sad and small. She realizes she has seen him look like this before: back when they were both afraid to start any relationship, afraid to touch the forbidden fruit.
"I'm married," he begins simply in a small voice.
Sydney starts to speak, but decides against it.
"You don't know her."
They are quiet for a moment as they marvel at how they had been able to finish the others thoughts.
"We met at the agency. They assigned me a new partner after you disappeared, Amanda. She reminded me of you at first, and I guess I resented it. But Syd," he sobs helplessly, "it hurt so much, I just wanted to forget! Syd, I'm sorry!" Vaughn lowers his face to his hands. "I'm so damn weak, I know! I'm sorry!" he mumbles.
Sydney stands quietly and walks to the back of the huge, empty plane. That's how I feel, she thinks. Empty.
Vaughn hears her leave, but thinks it is better to let her go. He can't handle the conversation any more than she can now.
Sydney sits in the back, sobbing hard and silent. Vaughn's married, she thinks. I don't know where I've been for two years. My life was so good. Everything was starting to go my way. I was, I am, in love. It's all because of Sloane! He sent Allison into my house! He killed Francie! He had something to do with this! He must have!!
A sudden question occurs to her. She tries to compose herself enough to go talk to Vaughn, but she suddenly feels his hand on her back. She gasps and looks up quickly, shocked into getting a hold of herself. He sits down next to her, still resting his hand on her shoulder.
"Vaughn," she says shakily, "Is my dad okay?"
Vaughn looks down quickly and pulls away his hand.
"Where is he?!?" Syd asked, now panicked.
Vaughn looks up slowly.
"Sydney, he disappeared with Sloane almost a year ago. No one's heard from him since, except for a note saying he went willingly."
TBC
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Please review and tell me this any good at all!
Reviews make me type faster!
I know there is a lot of sort of boring stuff in this, but after chapter 3 it becomes more of an action story, so bear with me!
