Method to the Madness

Author: Nicole (yeppers, that's me)

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize I don't own because obviously my name's not J.J. Abrams or any other name associated with Alias. I wish I did - that would be cool.

Pairings: S/V, Vaughn/Naomi (just in the beginning)

Summary: Post - The Telling --- When Sydney finds out the truth, her emotional stability wavers. She has a mental breakdown and Kendall puts her in an institute. When she's released there's only one person that can help her get better - Vaughn. But can he help her before it's too late?

A/N: Yes, another story by me, damn! What have I gotten myself in to? Lexie (my muse) I blame you! Well please enjoy!

My dad came up with this title today, I believe his exact words to my mother were, "There's a method to my madness," or something like that and I started flipping out because it was the perfect story title. A few hours later this idea came to me.

Please read and review!!!

Dedication: This story as a whole is dedicated to my cousin Toni, who doesn't actually watch Alias but I will convert her in 20 days on vacation - she's agreed to watch the finale with me and once you watch that there's no going back, maybe by the end of the summer she'll be here I can only hope

But this is for her for always being there for me, whether it be a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to talk off, or someone to talk to about my obsession to Alias. Oh and for getting me obsessed with Good Charlotte - her obsession, we both have no lives!!!

Onto the first chapter...

Chapter 1

He loved Naomi, she was his perfect match, the perfect wife. Or so he kept telling himself over and over as he sat in the first class seat to Hong Kong.

He didn't know much, didn't need to, the minute he heard the name 'Sydney' and the place 'Hong Kong,' he was out the door of his and Naomi's house faster than she could say the word goodbye.

Naomi sat in the door with tears in her eyes as she watched him drive away. She knew what that meant - Sydney was back and soon their marriage would be over.

Michael was Sydney's true love as Sydney was his. And well Naomi - Michael was her true love, but the love wasn't reciprocated and she didn't want to stay in the marriage because he pitied her.

When the plane landed in Hong Kong, Vaughn thought back: he wasn't sure he remembered where the safehouse was.

But he didn't need to know, him and Sydney were soulmates - he would allow his soul to reach out to her.

After getting into a waiting cab, he shouted the directions to the safehouse, finally he arrived there.

It looked like a shabby-looking motel or apartment building. He was led down a hallway and left outside the door where Sydney was waiting.

He must have stood there for 10 minutes before he finally got up the nerve to walk in there.

Sydney looked up at him through pitiful eyes, flinging herself into his arms.

"They doubled Francie," she mumbled.

"I know," he replied.

"What happened to Will? To Francie? Are they dead?" she asked.

"Will's okay," Vaughn told her.

"What? How?" she questioned, completely confused, when she'd last seen him, he was dead, or so she thought, in the bathtub, from a stab wound to the stomach.

"You..." he said, "Sit down."

She sat down, afraid that if she didn't she might fall down or pass out. Then she saw Vaughn's pained expression.

"Vaughn?" she asked, hearing the tears already in her voice.

"We thought you were dead," he replied and if you looked carefully enough, you could see the tears lightly glistening in his eyes, "They asked me to come back to explain."

The tears lightly started falling down her cheeks now. She was confused, was this an alternate universe? Was she in a hell dimension?

"Come back from what?" she questioned, "What are you talking about?"

And then she saw it, the simple gold band on his left ring finger and everything was becoming clear. She could feel the hysteria rising in her, she was becoming hysterical.

"Vaughn?" she asked quietly, "Why are you wearing that ring?"

The panic and pained look that came across his face spoke the words he didn't want to say.

"Syd...since that night," he said his voice choking with tears, "You were missing...you've been missing for almost two years."

She looked at him with disbelief in her eyes, "No," she replied hysterically, "No, no, no, no, no..." And then she passed out.

Vaughn picked up her fragile body and carried her out the door. They had a plane to catch.

* * * *

Some hours later, Sydney still hadn't woken up. Vaughn was glad, her hysterical nature was scaring him.

He carried her into the Joint Tasks Force, to where he saw a group of people including Kendall and Jack.

He knew he has to get her up to Medical Services, but he was required to report Kendall first.

Kendall and Jack turned when they saw him approaching and their looks immediately became somber.

"What happened?" they both asked.

"She passed out when we were still in Hong Kong, hasn't woken up yet," he replied, "I'm taking her to Medical Services."

"We're coming with you," they both told him.

They walked her up to medical services where the doctor's checked her out while she was still unconcious.

"She has been pregnant at some point in the last two and a half years," the doctor said after examining her, "But it appears that the baby was removed."

Vaughn, Jack, and Kendall all looked on speechlessly. "Who is going to tell her?" the doctor asked.

"I will," Vaughn replied, "It'd probably come better from me."

As if on cue, Sydney bolted up and hysterically screamed while holding her stomach, "My baby! My baby! They took my baby!"

Vaughn ran over to her, "I know sweetie," he murmured, "Shh...it'll be okay."

As if nothing had happened, she bolted up from her hysterical fit and whipped a gun out of who knows where.

Next thing they knew, the gun was resting on Kendall's right temple. "Tell me what you know!" she screamed hysterically, "Tell me what you know right now, or I'll shoot!"

TBC...

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~nicole~