Will found him in the small room off the side of the altar. The 'groom's room' was semi dark, lit only by the sunshine streaming through the window. Vaughn, staring through the window did not move when Will opened the door and entered.
"Mike, I was worried about you. Your mother said you left her house early..."
"I had to go... drive around before I came here. Is Meelon here already?"
"Yes, there is a lot of bustling and activity in the back of the chapel... Wh... Where did you need to go, Mike?"
"You know... some of my old stomping grounds... the ice rink, the beach... the... uh...the warehouse."
"Mike... Why?" Vaughn walks away from the window and faces Will.
"I have to know, Will..."
"Know? Know what Mike?"
"Know... that Sydney hasn't tried to contact me... know that..."
"Mike..." Will took Vaughn by the shoulders and looked at him, eye to eye. "Mike, why are you doing this...? If you don't believe that Sydney is gone, why are we doing this?"
Silence permeated the room. Vaughn turned away and looked back out the window. "I love Meelon..." He said quietly.
"But Mike, this is not fair to her if you still think about Syd."
"Will, that's just it... When I am with Meelon, I don't think about Sydney. When I am with Meelon...Will... She makes me so happy, she makes me laugh. We have so much in common, I love being with her. I want her in my life. I have spent a year and a half... waiting to hear something... anything... Will... Sydney is not coming back. We will never hear from her." Tears are running down his face, Will's too.
Will turns Vaughn to face him. "Mike, you have to make the decision to get on with your life. Meelon is your future. After this, you won't be alone. You won't need to hang onto your past... But you have to move on before you marry Meelon."
"Will, I want to... move on."
"Mike, I have never heard you say that before. Tell me what you believe and I will take you out there right now."
Vaughn looked into Will's eyes. Vaughn's green meeting Will's blue. Vaughn spoke very quietly, but each word was specifically articulated and emphasized. "I believe... Sydney is gone... She is dead. I want to marry Meelon. She is my life now."
Will smiled, at least outwardly. He wasn't sure why Vaughn had asked him to be his best man. He wasn't sure if Vaughn wanted to be talked into or out of getting married. He still didn't know.
Silence enveloped the room as Will held the tuxedo jacket for Vaughn to put on. Vaughn adjusted the suspenders as Will straightened and tightened the bow tie. Will opened the door to the room. "Whenever you're ready Mike."
"I am ready." Vaughn left the room and Will looked at him as he approached the altar. "Sydney..." Will said quietly. "... today you are missed. We love you... I hope you are in a better place... no missions, no Rambaldi... no Sloan. But, it should be your day today. Or Fran's day. Please, wherever you are... be happy." Will left the room to stand beside Michael Vaughn at the altar.
Vaughn watched as Meelon walked down the aisle of the small chapel. Her smile radiated and lit the whole room. He saw his mother, smiling, happy for him. He scanned the small contingent of friends in the room. He thought of his missing friends and his gaze met Meelon's as she joined him at the altar. He took her hand. She smiled and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for being my love."
She kissed his cheek. They turned to the pastor and entered into their new life together.