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The sun reflected brightly against Sydney's car as she and Vaughn pulled into their driveway. They had only been engaged three weeks, but Vaughn had temporarily moved into Sydney's place to help her about while her leg was still healing. Sydney laughed as she heard Donavan barking form inside, going wild after hearing a car engine stop in front of the house. Sydney limped her way to the front door as Vaughn went to retrieve the mail. Sydney petted the oversized Chihuahua on steroids (read: really big dog) and made her way to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. Vaughn put the mail on the counter, and Sydney began to leaf her way through it.
"What time is Shelby and Andrew coming for dinner?" Vaughn asked.
"Depends on if we decided to go out or stay in. Did we ever decide that?"
"What would we cook?"
"I'll make reservations some place, and then call them."
"Aright."
She found a thick square envelope with a return address from her old high school. She opened it slowly and pulled out two invitations. "Vaughn they're going to try the reunion thing again. You up for going again?" Sydney announced after reading the first invitation.
"You betcha. I didn't get to hear any embarrassing stories of you, aside from the treasurer one."
"And hopefully you won't hear any more, than that." Sydney then turned to the next invitation. She read it and smiled.
Vaughn came over and stood over his fiancé's shoulder and looked at the invitation. "What's that?"
"They've asked me to be the speaker at this second try. And I think I will do it."
"It looks like they've forgiven you for the, well, everything."
"It does appear that way." Sydney paused momentarily to kiss Vaughn. "Hopefully this time, things will go differently. Which does appear to be the goal of the committee."
"Oh, what? So having your arch enemy barge in with six other guys, all heavily armed to kidnap your best friend, to pump him for information, and then getting everyone's secret revealed, killing guys, getting shot isn't your idea of an event that went well?"
"Generally no. But given my profession, I shouldn't expect anything less. You know, some good came out of the evening."
"Oh?" Vaughn inquired. "What was that?"
"You."
FIN.