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Important A/N at the end so please read!

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2. Back in Time.

~Occurs before Chapter 1~

Sydney nodded as she watched Vaughn's lips move as he briefed her. As always, his plans were immaculate, complete with escape routes, hideouts, emergency contacts, spare identities, and different solutions for every single problem imaginable.

It was nice knowing that there would always be someone to watch over her; that someone cared enough of her life to make sure that every single problem was countered and taken care of. It felt good knowing that Vaughn would be there waiting for her when she came back with that same relieved smile on his face. As if he had been holding his breath for the duration of her mission and had only allowed himself to release it when he caught sight of her.

It felt really good.

She smiled at little at him but was confused at the weariness that was etched on his face. It wasn't that he wasn't concentrating, if anything he was concentrating more on her mission than he ever had before. But she felt as if he was stalling, as if he was about to drop some sort of bomb.

He looked down, telling her that he was done, that their meeting was over. Instead of leaving, she sat on the crate next to him, looking at his profile staring at the ground. She knew that he knew she was looking at him but he didn't react; they just sat there for a minute, neither moving, neither speaking. Just one agent looking at another with a kind of hidden adoration and the other agent wishing he could do the same.

She bit her lip, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "I'm gonna go. Francie's probably worried about me."

She got up and picked up her bag, groaning inwardly as she heard the rain start outside. She had parked three blocks away and she now completely regretted it; she would be soaked by the time she reached her car.

"Syd. Wait."

She turned at the sound of his voice not because he had called out to her but because of the pain she had heard radiating from his voice. A pain that she had never heard before. Except once when he heart had echoed with that same dull pain when she had foun Danny dead in the bathtub.

"Vaughn, what is it?"

And as if his face was some sort of white board, emotion wiped away, leaving only a cold mask of stone, something that Sydney could not penetrate.

"We have to talk."

Something inside of her sank thought she was still unsure why. "Okay," she said cautiously, eyes slightly squinted as she watched him closely.

His voice was detatched, completely void of emotion and familiarity. He looked as if he was talking to a stranger- no this was worse- he looked as if he were talking to someone who wasn't even there. His words were inflected in the right places and his voice wasn't an irregular pitch yet Sydney knew that he was distancing himself and that his words were rehearsed and memorized, sounding more dead with every syllable.

"I have resigned as your handler."

If he had for some reason punched she could not have been more winded. Surprised. All of her previous feelings of gratitude for his protection for her were hopelessly entangled in the dark cloud of confusion that hovered over her.

He hated seeing her shock, it jarred him even though he knew it would come. He had known that she would react like this, that she would be shocked but it didn't change the incredible guilt that engulfed him as he saw the small "o" of her mouth and her eyes open wide, emotions sparring across her face as she fought to regain control. The hurt radiating from every pore of her body.

"What?" She hated how hopeless and desperate she sounded, how utterly naive and whiny her voice seemed as it resounded in her ear. "Why?"

He hesitated, almost unable to answer this question. "It's... complicated. Please don't think that this was a rash decision, I have thought about it for awhile now and have determined that it is for the best. Agent Bristow... We aren't compatible."

"Complicated? Not compatible?" Her astonishment was clear. "How can you say that? Vaughn, don't you know how amazing we are together?"

He winced inside, hating himself for causing her this pain. But it had to be done. Don't you know how amazing we are together? He words echoed in his head, making him ache with longing to tell her to disregard the words coming out of his mouth. But he didn't. He knew that this was the best thing to go, knew that if he wanted to be taken seriously, he had to stop now.

So he merely looked at her once again, allowed his eyes to take her in once last time and then nodded curtly before walking away. He had said what he had had to say. And now, with helplessness engulfing him, all he could do was leave.

TBC...

I just had an epiphany. This story's plot isn't exactly the most earth-shaking one and basically everyone can figure out what happens in the future. Syd and Vaughn have tension between then, maybe get forced together a couple times etc etc.

Though those moments would be fun to write, I think it would be more interesting (for me at least) to write backwards to the beginning and then you could see the steps... I dunno. I guess I'm thinking too "Memento" but what can I say? AWESOME MOVIE.

Let me know what you think about the story so far and my little epiphany~

-Jenn