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Chapter 2

Sydney's POV

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"Mike, turn that thing off." I mumbled while still half asleep. Grabbing the pillow from under me, I pulled it over my head to try to muffle the noise.

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I heard Vaughn gasp next to me and sit up straight from the bed. He had turned off the alarm as well. Wondering what was up, I pulled the pillow off my head and looked at him. He looked somewhat panicked and not his regular self. I sat up from the bed and put a hand lightly on his shoulder.

"Michael, what's wrong?"

He turned and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at me. "Thank god you're okay, Syd."

I was confused and gave him a questioning look. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "I had a dream, well a nightmare really. I was in this hospital that was completely empty. I didn't have any control over my body. When I reached the last room, room 47, you were there. You were so pale and sick. Then this doctor came in and asked me why I kept coming there. I was confused, because I had never been there before. Soon the heart monitor started beeping rapidly and I tried to get him to help you, but he just walked away."

"It was just a dream, Mike."

"I know. It just seemed so real. I never want anything like that to happen to you." I smiled lightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. Now come on, we have to get ready or we'll both be late for work."

He gave me a quick kiss and got out of bed. "Okay, by the way, I have a long meeting tonight so I'll be home late. Why don't you invite Francie over and you girls can have a girls' night or something? I know how you hate sitting at home by yourself."

I smiled at his concerns. He was still thinking about the dream and wanted to make sure I was safe. Although I knew I would be fine, I decided to not argue with him about it.

"Okay, that sounds good. I'm going to go make breakfast."

I headed to the kitchen and got the coffee ready. Looking out the backyard windows, I leaned back against the counter and got lost in my thoughts. You would think that after I got out of the CIA business, he would stop worrying so much. It was just the opposite. Vaughn seemed to worry more now that I was just a regular teacher. I laughed and shook my head in amusement. I loved him for it though. He truly was my guardian angel. A pair of arms around me pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey! Less worried now?"

He chuckled. "A little. I'll be fine though. I have to leave early, but have a good day at work, okay?"

I kissed him. "I will. Try not to fall asleep when Kendall's talking."

He laughed and kissed me back. "I'll try although I'm always tempted to just tell him to shut up."

"It's okay. I think everyone is. You better go now."

He sighed and smiled. "Alright, alright. I'm leaving."

I smiled and watched him walk out the door.

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"Are the plans ready?" She asked him as he walked in the door. The room was very dimly lit and there were no windows for any light to get in. She sat at the only table in the room.

"Yes, everything's set. Everyone's where they are supposed to be."

"Now remember. Don't shoot her. I just want her captured and brought back to me."

"What if she resists?"

She laughed. "Of course she'll resist. You don't actually think she'll let you kidnap her, do you?"

"Well how am I supposed to bring her back here then?" He pounded his fist on the table.

"Don't give me that tone. You know better than that. Be creative and figure out a way. Your job is on the line here, not to mention your life."

"Is that a threat?" He looked a little worried by her comments.

"I don't make threats. It's a cold hard fact."

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Sydney's POV

As I headed into school, I couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right. Vaughn's dream must be getting to me. I shook my head to try to shake the bad thoughts away. SD-6 was gone. My mother and Sloane were dead. There was no one left that would be a real threat to me or anyone close to me. There was no reason I should feel this way.

Even so, I walked cautiously to my classroom looking left and right every once in awhile. I hated being paranoid, but better safe than sorry.

"What are you doing, Mrs. Vaughn?" I gasped and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Abby, one of my students. She was a favorite of mine mostly because she was so independent and quiet. She reminded me of myself. Abby had blonde hair and blue eyes and was somewhat tall for her age. Even though she was quiet, her looks made her stand out from the crowd. It didn't seem to bother her very much though. She was always just herself.

"Abby! You scared me. I was just looking around at the banners." The school had banners all around the hallways advertising this club and that dance.

"Sorry, Mrs. Vaughn. Do you want some help this morning?"

I smiled at her. "Sure, Abby. Why are you here so early anyway?"

"My dad had to work early so he dropped me off here." I just nodded. Her dad was just like mine. Always working and never seemed to have much time for their daughters. My dad was better now though. Jack Bristow had softened up over the years.

Once we entered the classroom, I noticed a note on my desk. It was from the drama teacher.

Could you meet me in the auditorium this morning? I need to talk to you about one of your students. I'm not sure if he can be in the play because of his grades. Thanks.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Voigt

Oh boy, which one of my students was in trouble this time? I sighed and looked up at Abby. She was looking at one of the books off my bookshelf. I smiled.

"I need to go to the auditorium for a minute. Do you think you can manage here by yourself?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." With that, I quickly headed to the auditorium. There was a lot of things to get done today with grades and all needing to be turned in so I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Opening the door to the auditorium, I noticed it was strangely dark.

"Mrs. Voigt? Are you there?"

"Mrs. Voigt has been detained. There is something though that I need to speak with you about."

I gasped. I knew that voice from anywhere. "What are you doing here?"

*sorry, I know. This chapter was sort of lame. Next chapter will be better though :)