Vaughn paced around the CIA headquarters, trying to make sense of all his emotions. He was married to a beautiful woman who loved him, and he loved her too. Yet, he couldn't shake his feelings for Sydney. She had been 'dead' for two years, and sure, he hadn't gotten over it, but he had moved on. Why was it so hard to accept that she could be moving on too? He mentally told himself to shut up; just because she had kissed Weiss didn't mean that they were romantically involved. But what if it did?

He could not wait until their flight landed, when he would find Weiss and discover what was going on. He looked at his watch again. Two more hours until he would get the answers that he so desperately needed.


*****

As their plane landed, Sydney and Eric were both lost in their own thoughts. Sydney's were focused on what Vaughn's reaction would be to the kiss. It almost made her want to vomit. However, she was also pondering why exactly a kiss was the chosen route in her and Eric's situation. Was it absolutely necessary? She wasn't sure. She sighed loudly, causing Eric to look in her direction. She felt his eyes on her but continued to stare into space.

Eric watched her as she moved. God, she was beautiful; from the moment he had met her he was painfully aware of that. Now that she had kissed him, it was over. It would've been better for her to kick him in the head. He sighed loudly, folding his arms and hitting his head against the headrest of his seat; repeatedly.


*****


When Eric and Sydney stepped off the plane, Vaughn was there waiting, along with Dixon. When Sydney noticed Vaughn, she rushed past him, ignoring even Dixon's presence. Dixon started to go after her, but was halted by Eric's voice.

"Let her go Dixon. She just needs a minute." Dixon almost protested, but decided against it. Vaughn pulled Weiss off to the side.

"Hey man..." Weiss started.

"Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking?" Vaughn demanded.

"Um, hello, did you not see the video? She kissed me!"

"Right, okay, like you were protesting," Vaughn spat out.

"Look Mike..."

"No you look Weiss. I have enough to worry about, I don't need to worry about you hitting on..." Vaughn interrupted, wagging his finger in his face.

"On what Michael, your girlfriend? The last I checked, you're married, and not to Sydney. So whatever is or isn't going on between me and your ex-girlfriend is none of your business." At this point, their noses were mere inches apart, eyes wide, both visibly steamed.

"Whatever man, I should've known that you..."

"Would what Michael, be her friend? Be there for her? Possibly be attracted to her? I mean, I have no chance right, that's what you're saying right?"

"I'm not saying that..."

"So you can be married then, and Sydney has to be alone for the rest of her life?"

"No..."

"Listen to yourself man. Just look at how you're acting. You can't have things both ways man. You can't keep doing this," Weiss said, and before Vaughn had the chance to say another word, Eric walked away.


*****


She wasn't sure where she was going, but she was getting there fast. She located a bathroom and entered, checking to see if anyone else was in any of the stalls. They were all empty. She stood in front of the mirror, noting the black circles that were under her eyes and breathed for the first time in what seemed like twelve hours.

"Ahh! Why do you care what he thinks Sydney? He's married, he has a new life. Why can't you just get on with yours?" she screamed to herself. She slammed her fists on the marble sink, then turned the sink on to splash cold water on her face. She grabbed paper towels to dab her face, and looked into the mirror again, feeling a little refreshed.

"Why did I kiss Eric? What was I thinking?" Tears were now flowing from her face, and she reached down to turn back on the water, again splashing her face. She looked in the mirror one last time.

"I deserve to be happy. I deserve it. Can he make me happy?" she asked herself. She wiped her tears from her face, pondering for a few moments, before turning around to exit. She was met with a fist to the face, and before she had the chance to fight back, her body began to succumb to the darkness.

"Ahh, Sydney. Looks like you'll never find out. Too bad. Eric will be devastated."

Sydney looked up, realizing she only had a few moments before she would black out. She detected a Russian accent in a very feminine voice, and struggled to make out a face through the fog that was beginning to form in her mind. She gasped.

"You." She whispered, before collapsing to the ground.