She was disturbed suddenly by the rung of the telephone. She tore her eyes
from the mirror and quickly reached to grab to phone that sat on the
bedside table.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Bristow, it's Assistant Director Kendall. I just called to inform you that the doctors want you to come back for more tests, and hypno-therapy."
"A. Alright, when?"
"Tomorrow. Of course if it's alright with Mr. Vaughn."
"Tomorrow is fine." She paused uncertain if she wanted to ask. "Director Kendall, can I ask you something?"
"Uh, I guess. What is it Ms, Bristow?"
She sighed. "How did I die?" She could barely believe the words as they came out of her mouth.
"Um, Ms. Bristow I think this is a question for your father or Mr. Vaughn."
"No," she cut him off, "they've already been through it once, I don't want them to have to relive it again with me. Please, tell me."
"You were shot, Sydney. We were all there, we all saw it."
"Who?"
"Umm, Sydney, well." He sighed as well. "It was Slone."
"How, where was." She paused truly unsure of what she wanted to ask.
"He showed up at the reception, Sydney, he waltzed in with a present in his hand, and he shot you."
She could barely breathe. Slone had killed her; that thought alone made her furious.
"Sydney, uh, Ms. Bristow, I need to go now."
"Thank you."
"You welcome, I'll see you tomorrow." He hung up.
She wasn't sure if she was relieved to know this information or if it made it harder to face Vaughn again. But either way she forced herself from their bedroom and walked to the couch where Vaughn slept. She sat down on the floor beside the couch and watched him sleep. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. She didn't cry for herself; people don't usually have to deal with their own deaths. She cried for him. He had watch Slone kill her. It was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, but she had been killed, Slone had once again ruined everything. She continued to cry as she sat there, just thinking about the pain she had caused him, and everyone else. She could not fathom what is would be like to lose the person she loved most, and then have them show up again one day. But she was living it. Vaughn had watched her dies, he'd buried his wife, he'd grieved, and mourned, and then found out that it was all for naught.
This time Slone had not just hurt Sydney, he'd hurt Vaughn. It made Sydney's blood boil. If she had hated Slone once, than her feelings for him then were nothing compared to what they were now. For all that he'd done for her, and now all that he'd down to Vaughn, and the others she loved, she was ready to kill him. She wanted to strangle him with her own two hands.
"Sydney," Vaughn's soft voice startled her.
"Hey," She breathed.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," She lied.
"No tell me."
"I was just thinking about how much Slone has done to us."
"Don't worry about that Sydney. What Slone's done is over."
"Yeah but he sure left one hell of a mess for us. I can't believe the incredible urge I have to cause him just as much pain as he'd caused us, Vaughn. He deserves.."
"To die, I know. But, Sydney he is dead."
"Hello?"
"Ms. Bristow, it's Assistant Director Kendall. I just called to inform you that the doctors want you to come back for more tests, and hypno-therapy."
"A. Alright, when?"
"Tomorrow. Of course if it's alright with Mr. Vaughn."
"Tomorrow is fine." She paused uncertain if she wanted to ask. "Director Kendall, can I ask you something?"
"Uh, I guess. What is it Ms, Bristow?"
She sighed. "How did I die?" She could barely believe the words as they came out of her mouth.
"Um, Ms. Bristow I think this is a question for your father or Mr. Vaughn."
"No," she cut him off, "they've already been through it once, I don't want them to have to relive it again with me. Please, tell me."
"You were shot, Sydney. We were all there, we all saw it."
"Who?"
"Umm, Sydney, well." He sighed as well. "It was Slone."
"How, where was." She paused truly unsure of what she wanted to ask.
"He showed up at the reception, Sydney, he waltzed in with a present in his hand, and he shot you."
She could barely breathe. Slone had killed her; that thought alone made her furious.
"Sydney, uh, Ms. Bristow, I need to go now."
"Thank you."
"You welcome, I'll see you tomorrow." He hung up.
She wasn't sure if she was relieved to know this information or if it made it harder to face Vaughn again. But either way she forced herself from their bedroom and walked to the couch where Vaughn slept. She sat down on the floor beside the couch and watched him sleep. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. She didn't cry for herself; people don't usually have to deal with their own deaths. She cried for him. He had watch Slone kill her. It was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, but she had been killed, Slone had once again ruined everything. She continued to cry as she sat there, just thinking about the pain she had caused him, and everyone else. She could not fathom what is would be like to lose the person she loved most, and then have them show up again one day. But she was living it. Vaughn had watched her dies, he'd buried his wife, he'd grieved, and mourned, and then found out that it was all for naught.
This time Slone had not just hurt Sydney, he'd hurt Vaughn. It made Sydney's blood boil. If she had hated Slone once, than her feelings for him then were nothing compared to what they were now. For all that he'd done for her, and now all that he'd down to Vaughn, and the others she loved, she was ready to kill him. She wanted to strangle him with her own two hands.
"Sydney," Vaughn's soft voice startled her.
"Hey," She breathed.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," She lied.
"No tell me."
"I was just thinking about how much Slone has done to us."
"Don't worry about that Sydney. What Slone's done is over."
"Yeah but he sure left one hell of a mess for us. I can't believe the incredible urge I have to cause him just as much pain as he'd caused us, Vaughn. He deserves.."
"To die, I know. But, Sydney he is dead."
