Meg Vaughn gasped as the front door of her house was slammed shut.


"Hey honey!" she cried.


"Hey," Vaughn said flatly as he approached her in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek lightly, before making his way to the refrigerator. Meg watched him closely as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet, grabbed the orange juice, and poured it, staring into space.


"Michael, you're getting orange juice all over the counter."


At this, he snapped out of his trance, looking down to the counter. He swore under his breath and grabbed a rag, cleaning up the mess he had made. As Meg watched him, she noticed his wrinkled forehead, a visible sign that he was worried. She came over to him and grabbed the glass from his hand, as well as the rag.


"Honey, what happened last night?"

He looked into her eyes for the first time since he walked in the door. She could see tears in his eyes, and again she pleaded, "Michael, tell me."


"Sydney called into the CIA last night," he said, clearing his throat. Both of them jumped as Meg dropped the glass onto the floor. They both immediately scrambled to clean it up.


"Sydney? Sydney Bristow?" she asked quietly.


"Yes, and..."

"Honey, can they be sure it's her?"


"They've ran tests. It's her."


Meg searched his face for any emotion. She found nothing. She tried to catch his eyes again, but he would not look at her. She knew why. His eyes would give him away.



*****



"Whatever, Weiss, I do NOT suck."


"Bristow, you totally suck."


Sydney had been released from CIA custody after returning from the Caribbean. The following night, she and Weiss had gotten together to play video games at Weiss's apartment.


"Weiss, do you realize I could kill you right here, right now? I doubt anyone would miss you."


"Shut up! Vaughn would totally miss me!"


At the mention of her former handler's name, Sydney got quiet. Weiss smacked his forehead, and it hurt.


"God, Syd I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."


"It's not your fault...it's not even his. This is all my fault."


"Syd...look..." Weiss was cut off by the annoying tone of his phone. He smiled at her, rolling his eyes. He ran to the phone, picking it up to check the Caller I.D.


Vaughn.


He looked at Sydney, flashing her a confused smile.


"You can answer it you know." She knew who it was.


"Weiss," he said speaking into the phone.


"Dude, why didn't you answer your phone?" Vaughn's panicked voice answered.


"Because, dude, I had to find it," Weiss answered sarcastically. Vaughn sighed loudly. "What's up man?"


"Eric, what am I going to do?"


"About what?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about." Weiss looked up at Sydney, who was staring at the blank tv screen.


"Yeah," Weiss sighed "I think I do."



NOTE: I FINALLY updated...more will be coming soon.