AN: No excuse this time. This was all due to my constant procrastination. Sorry. Anyways, enjoy the chapter and if you get a little confused at the beginning, just keep reading and you'll get it.
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Chapter 6
Vaughn's POV
I woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. Slowly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I hurried to get the door. Opening it, I was shocked to find Sydney standing on the other side. She looked just as she had looked in the morning when she had left for work. I touched her soft brown hair to make sure she was for real. It felt real, but this wasn't right.
"What are you doing here, Syd?"
She looked at me like I was crazy. "What do you mean? I live here. I just forgot my keys so I had to knock. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"But you're supposed to be in a coma! You're in the hospital. I was there waiting for you to wake up everyday."
Sydney looked at me confused. "Are you okay, Mike? Were you dreaming again?"
I thought about it, and she must be right. I must have been dreaming again. "Yeah, I guess I was."
I hugged her tightly and gave her a light kiss. Just then, the phone rang.
"You should answer that," she whispered to me.
"They can wait." The phone just kept ringing though and I looked over at it in annoyance. Turning back, I saw no one there. Sydney was gone.
*Ring, ring, ring* I opened my eyes slowly, and decided that if I didn't hate dreams before, I sure do now. Getting up, I answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mike, it's Eric."
"Is something wrong? Is Sydney okay?"
"Well she's still in a coma, but we now have confirmation that Sark was the one that shot her. It seems he was just supposed to kidnap her, but his mission went awry."
"So this is Irina Derevko's work then?"
"It's not certain, but it seems like it was. We have traced Sark to London, and the CIA is going to send a team there."
"I want to be the first to interrogate him when the team brings him back."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. You're not very good about controlling your emotions, and you might do something rash."
"What are you talking about? I'll be fine."
"I don't know. I mean you already hate Sark as it is, but now he shot your wife. As much as I would like to see him dead, do you really want murder on your record?"
"Don't worry about me. Just make sure the team brings him back." Weiss sighed into the phone.
"Alright, we'll do our best. In the meantime, don't do anything you'll regret later." I hung up the phone and quickly got changed. Grabbing my coat, I headed to the hospital.
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"You shot her! I can't believe you went against my orders!"
"I didn't mean to. I was shooting at her student, and Miss I-have-to-save-the-whole-world jumped in front of her!"
Grabbing Sark by the collar, she said in a deadly tone, "You better hope she comes out of her coma, because if she doesn't, you won't live to see the light of day."
He looked worriedly at her. "You have caused me a lot of trouble, Sark. Now the CIA will be on a even larger hunt for me than I expected."
"I'm sorry."
Irina sighed. "I have another job for you. You need to go to London. An art dealer will be waiting for you. He'll be dressed in green and will be holding a manila envelope. Here is his picture." She handed him the picture.
"What's in the envelope?"
"Nothing that concerns you. Just don't screw up again."
"You have no faith in me."
"Have you given me reason to?"
"If you don't have faith in me, why still keep me around? Not that I'm not grateful or anything. I'm just curious."
"You're a part of my plan just as Sydney, Jack, Vaughn, and many others are."
"You're not going to tell me your plan, are you?" Irina smiled and shook her head.
