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You know it's going to be a bad day when you wake up with a headache already pounding behind your eyes and you haven't even lifted your head off of the pillow. It is going to be one of those days, I'm not feeling like today will be any better than yesterday.
My eyes feel like I have been crying for hours - swollen and dry. For the first time I haven't had to cry myself to sleep but my subconscious got the best of me, I dreamt of Vaughn last night.
We were walking in this park by my house, where Will and I used to go running; it was a gorgeous spring day and we were holding hands. There were families all around us, playing Frisbee, having picnics, just living normal lives. Then Vaughn stopped and turned to me and before I knew what he was doing, he was down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his jacket.
The words I longed to hear from him came tumbling out and I eagerly accepted his proposal, tears of joy springing up in my eyes. But as he reached for my hand I noticed that the people that had been around us were suddenly all paying attention, well, more than paying attention, they seemed to be surrounding us - mothers, fathers, teenagers and toddlers. The crowd started closing in and two of the bigger men stepped forward and grabbed Vaughn, dragging him to his feet and away from me. I reached out for him but he was out of my grasp and they kept pulling him further and further away from me.
It seemed like everything was in slow motion, Vaughn was getting smaller and smaller in my line of sight but I could hear him calling my name and asking what I had done to him. But I couldn't get to him, my legs wouldn't move; I was paralyzed with fear that they would hurt him, not that they would hurt me. Then I felt small fingers wrapping around my hand and I looked down at this little blond boy, who appeared to be around four or five. He smiled at me but the smile was far from innocent, if possible it seemed sinister. I looked back at Vaughn's retreating figure and then I heard the voice.
'You didn't think I would actually let you be happy, let you live a normal life.' I turned back to the boy and found it was Sloane who was holding my hand, patting it with his other hand. 'No, my dear, I have bigger plans for you and they don't involve your happiness.'
I cried out and tried to pull away from Sloane but his grip was too tight. And then everything falls silent as I hear a single gun shot come from the direction Vaughn was being taken.
'There, now I think you might be more cooperative, given you have nothing to live for,' Sloane says, still smiling. His face is all I can see, blurred only by my tears. And then I woke up.
I had the dream more than once last night, the exact same each time. Thinking of it now makes me shiver. I know it was only a dream but still it gives me chills. I pull the blanket tightly around me in an effort to keep the world at bay.
I'm suddenly aware of another person in the room; whoever it is they haven't moved or made single sound since I woke up but still I know they are there. The question is who is it that is standing in my cell and do I want to roll over and face them. There is a short list of people I actually want to see as opposed to the long list of those I wish to avoid like the plague.
They probably aren't leaving anytime soon if they are here this early and they are also probably aware that I am no longer sleeping. Here goes nothing. I roll over, blinking at the light as it hits my eyes.
"Morning, Syd," Will says in his cheery, you-look-like-shit voice, a voice often used the next morning after two many margaritas have been consumed by Francie or I. "You're looking quite ravishing this morning."
I throw my pillow at him in mock anger, but am glad to see him as he is on the short list, "Screw you."
"That seals it, you are definitely going to have to enter a beauty contest - you've got the looks and the eloquence of a future Miss America."
Lord, I hate it when he is like this - flippant yet endearing - this act usually occurs when he is trying to avoid an awkward subject.
"So, do you hate me for handing off my dinner duties?" Ah, he's feeling guilty.
"I guess not, it wasn't so bad, I couldn't avoid him forever," I laugh at the irony of my situation and have to explain as Will looks at my quizzically, "Well, I am kind of a captive audience so there is really only so much avoiding I could have done."
"You could have buried yourself under the covers like you were trying to do just now," Will reaches out and tousles my hair. "Come on, get out of bed, it's time to face the day."
"Yippee," I mumble as I slowly rise off the bed. I think I am in more pain today than I was yesterday - stiff muscles, the aforementioned aching head and a burning pain in my lower back thanks to dear old Melanie, the bitch.
"Easy there, Syd, you're moving slower than my grandmother," Will moves to put his arm around my waist and accidentally applies unwanted pressure on my latest battle wound. I cry out more surprised that it hurts so much than from the actual pain. "God, Syd, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Not you, Will," I offer him a weak smile, moving out of his grasp and over to the sink to splash water on my face. "Melanie is the person I can thank for my current state, though, in her defense, I did leave myself wide open. And who can blame her, really, I might have sucker-punched the ex of my husband if given the chance. Of course, I would have to be married first for that to happen and she claims she didn't know it was me she was fighting. Ugh."
"Syd, you can't seriously be blaming yourself for what happened," Will's says from behind me as I cover my face with ice cold water. "You didn't deserve what happened and you would not have done the same thing. I am quite surprised Melanie acted the way she did. She spars with new recruits because she is good at it, not because she kicks the shit out of them."
"Will, I don't want to hear how this is so unlike Melanie, how she is so great and just must have gotten carried away," I spin around to face him, "I don't care about her, I don't care what she is like. I've met her now and I am pretty sure that I know all I need to know."
"Syd, calm down, I am not the enemy here and neither is Melanie and I am not defending her by saying that, I promise you," Will puts his hands on my arms, gripping my shoulders. "This sucks, I'm not going to lie to you about that, but you can't let it bring you down."
I interrupt him before I have to hear another saccharine-laced sentiment, "Will, you know I love you, but I swear to God, if you are about to say something about there being other fish in the sea, I will kick your ass. Let's just drop it, I will save my unloading for Dr. Barnett. So, what's on my schedule for today?"
Will looks at me doubtfully, but doesn't push his luck, "Regression therapy, they decided that there wouldn't be any more physical testing needed, you held your own and appear to be in the same, if not better, shape that you were when you disappeared."
"Okay, bring it on," I give Will a genuine smile and all is forgiven, "Say a little prayer that I am able to remember something."
"Syd, just your being here is a miracle," Will hugs me and I return his embrace with a fierce one of my own, "I think I may have used up my quota of prayers."
"Will, I think we are given unlimited prayers, besides, it doesn't hurt to keep trying," I seem to have gained a religious depth in my absence. "Hey, were you here with a purpose this morning?"
"I just wanted to check in on you," he steps away from me and towards the door. "Armstrong was afraid to come in on his own."
"Oh please, you're only half the man he is, the guy is like a brick wall."
"I don't know if I appreciate that comment," I hear Bryce's voice before I see him appear in front of my cell.
"I didn't say you had the intelligence of a brick wall," I flash him one of my charming smiles, "Morning, Bryce."
Will shakes his head as he trades places with Bryce, "I'll see you later, Syd." With that he is off down the hall, catching my eye as he goes and putting his hands together in a prayer-like fashion and nodding.
"Good morning, how are you feeling today?" Bryce asks politely though I am quite certain he either heard the exchange between Will and I from the hallway or the observation deck in the ops center.
"Just great, I might have to try out a few wind sprints today," my smile falters as the image of Vaughn in the hospital bed, sick from the liquid in the big red bubble, enters my mind. I had told him that he would be doing wind sprints before he knew it.
"Good to hear," Bryce ignores my sad expression, but continues with care, "Listen, I know you had a bad night last night, the agent covering night duty said you appeared to be having nightmares, so if you feel like you need a break or want to stop, you just give me a sign and I will get you out of there."
"Sounds like a plan, thanks. Here's the secret code," I demonstrate by wiping the back of my right hand across my forehead in an I'm-so-wiped-out manner. "Got it?"
"Easy enough, " Bryce takes my arm but pauses before leading me out of the cell, "I don't know if I should say anything but I think this is something you might enjoy knowing."
"What?"
"I mean, I know that you and Agent Vaughn were involved before you disappeared and if I were you I guess I would want to know."
"Spit it out, Bryce, don't worry about me, I can handle it." I wonder what in the hell he is talking about, then a sick idea takes hold in my mind "Is Melanie pregnant?"
"No, God, no," Bryce sighs, "Shit, now I feel sort of stupid, like a schoolgirl spreading gossip. Maybe I shouldn't say anything."
"Bryce, I am a woman apart, I'd say it is in your best interest to continue with whatever you were going to say."
"Okay, but first let me ask you something - Vaughn came to see you last night, right?" I nod and he continues, "What did you guys talk about?"
"Not much really, he just brought me dinner," I stop to choose my words carefully, "Of course the scene in the training room came up, but like everyone else, he defended her, at least he seemed to until he found out that she kicked me after I was down."
"That's what I thought. Okay, so I was here last night, finishing paperwork on a previous assignment of mine and Vaughn came out of this hallway, I assumed from seeing you, and stormed across the room to his office, slamming the door behind him. Of course we all looked up after he had disturbed the peace, so to speak; he was on the phone before the door stopped shaking in the frame. At that point it really didn't matter that there was a door to his office because the choice words rang through loud and clear. And let's just say that I think Agent Vaughn ripped his wife a new one, I'd say that she was damn lucky to be at home and not at work." He pauses, giving me a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry, I know this seems petty, but I figured that after yesterday you deserved a little break. He still cares about you, Syd, there is no doubt about that."
I can't help but smile as Bryce is describing the scene to me and even though I want to kick myself for causing more problems to Vaughn, I am happy to hear that he didn't just write off what his wife had done to me. "Oh, Agent Armstrong, I think you just might be my best girlfriend."
"Great," Bryce makes a disgusted face at me. "I guess I'm glad I told you then. Shall we go then?"
We laugh our way down the hallway and for once I am glad to be with a person who doesn't remember me from before - it's refreshing to not have been missed and mourned by someone when I remember nothing of the tragedy.
We are still laughing as we enter the main room. Across the room I see an eager Weiss making his way towards us.
"Hey there, can I get some sugar?" Eric Weiss is all grins.
"Eric, it is so good to see you and your stupid grin," I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, happy to oblige. "How are you?"
"Pretty good considering everything, I'm sure you've heard about my aversion to mailmen," Weiss chuckles good-naturedly. "No bitter divorcees here."
"Yeah, Will filled me in, I was sorry to hear about what you have been through."
"Please, listen to this girl, feeling sorry for what I have been though after the hell she has been put through since returning, not to mention the last two years," Weiss hugs me again. "I'm glad you are back. I was tired of looking at Armstrong's sour puss day in and day out, he is no match for you, gorgeous."
"Stop it, you're going to make me blush," I protest as I do just that, cheeks heating from Weiss' attention. "It's just too bad you're not my type, we really could have had something."
Bryce hoots behind me with laughter as Weiss gives me a wounded look, again I have to pull out the charming smile, knowing I will be forgiven without a thought.
"Okay, I'm going to leave now before I have to dig into the ground to take my ego with me," Weiss contradicts his words with a bright smile. "Armstrong, we on for basketball at six?"
"Yup, you, me, Tippin and Vaughn." Bryce answers, once again taking my arm. It will never cease to amaze me how convoluted my world is - my best friend, my current escort and my ex-boyfriend (Weiss is just Weiss) all play basketball with each other - talk about a conflict of interests. "Let's go, Syd."
I start to say goodbye to Weiss but my attention is taken when I see a visibly angry Kendall storming across the room towards Vaughn's office. Before the door slams I can here him say, "Just what the hell were you thinking?"
"Syd," Bryce's voice interrupts me as I strain to hear more of the conversation between Kendall and Vaughn, who are both gesturing in the other's direction. "Syd, I said, let's go."
"Hmm," I shake my head and look up at him, Weiss has already walked off in another direction, oblivious to the argument happening across the room. "Sorry, I spaced out for a second there. Yes, let's get going."
Our path once again takes us by Vaughn's office; Vaughn is sitting, stone- faced, on the edge of his desk, listening to Kendall who is standing directly in front of him. They aren't yelling at each other so I can't make out what they are saying and neither man has noticed that I am on the other side of the glass. As we are about to pass through the doorway into the now familiar hallway, I can hear Vaughn's voice rising.
But it is Kendall that I hear, as clearly as if I were standing in the room, "I don't give a shit, Agent Vaughn, she is your wife and you will not forget that. This is what you signed up for and you can't just back out when something happens that you don't like."
Of course Kendall would be all for keeping that marriage together. 'Ass,' I say in my head, 'Just stay out of it.'
By the time we reach the regression therapy studio, I am already starting to regret my feelings of glee with hearing that Vaughn yelled at Melanie. I'm no saint, but she is his wife and I can't change that and I shouldn't be glad that he isn't happy, despite what that might mean for me.
'Could this get any worse?' The thought has formed itself in my head before I am able to get rid of it, I know better than to question the shitty situation I am in, in my experience, it can always get worse.
Dr. Barnett opens the door and welcomes me in, "Good morning, Sydney. Are you ready to get started?"
"As ready as I will ever be."
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Okay, that's it for now. Sorry there is no S/V action but I am building something here and you can't expect them to be back together in a heartbeat - what fun would that be? Please read and review and tell a friend! Remember - good things come to those who wait and hopefully this is going to be better than good when it ends.
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You know it's going to be a bad day when you wake up with a headache already pounding behind your eyes and you haven't even lifted your head off of the pillow. It is going to be one of those days, I'm not feeling like today will be any better than yesterday.
My eyes feel like I have been crying for hours - swollen and dry. For the first time I haven't had to cry myself to sleep but my subconscious got the best of me, I dreamt of Vaughn last night.
We were walking in this park by my house, where Will and I used to go running; it was a gorgeous spring day and we were holding hands. There were families all around us, playing Frisbee, having picnics, just living normal lives. Then Vaughn stopped and turned to me and before I knew what he was doing, he was down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his jacket.
The words I longed to hear from him came tumbling out and I eagerly accepted his proposal, tears of joy springing up in my eyes. But as he reached for my hand I noticed that the people that had been around us were suddenly all paying attention, well, more than paying attention, they seemed to be surrounding us - mothers, fathers, teenagers and toddlers. The crowd started closing in and two of the bigger men stepped forward and grabbed Vaughn, dragging him to his feet and away from me. I reached out for him but he was out of my grasp and they kept pulling him further and further away from me.
It seemed like everything was in slow motion, Vaughn was getting smaller and smaller in my line of sight but I could hear him calling my name and asking what I had done to him. But I couldn't get to him, my legs wouldn't move; I was paralyzed with fear that they would hurt him, not that they would hurt me. Then I felt small fingers wrapping around my hand and I looked down at this little blond boy, who appeared to be around four or five. He smiled at me but the smile was far from innocent, if possible it seemed sinister. I looked back at Vaughn's retreating figure and then I heard the voice.
'You didn't think I would actually let you be happy, let you live a normal life.' I turned back to the boy and found it was Sloane who was holding my hand, patting it with his other hand. 'No, my dear, I have bigger plans for you and they don't involve your happiness.'
I cried out and tried to pull away from Sloane but his grip was too tight. And then everything falls silent as I hear a single gun shot come from the direction Vaughn was being taken.
'There, now I think you might be more cooperative, given you have nothing to live for,' Sloane says, still smiling. His face is all I can see, blurred only by my tears. And then I woke up.
I had the dream more than once last night, the exact same each time. Thinking of it now makes me shiver. I know it was only a dream but still it gives me chills. I pull the blanket tightly around me in an effort to keep the world at bay.
I'm suddenly aware of another person in the room; whoever it is they haven't moved or made single sound since I woke up but still I know they are there. The question is who is it that is standing in my cell and do I want to roll over and face them. There is a short list of people I actually want to see as opposed to the long list of those I wish to avoid like the plague.
They probably aren't leaving anytime soon if they are here this early and they are also probably aware that I am no longer sleeping. Here goes nothing. I roll over, blinking at the light as it hits my eyes.
"Morning, Syd," Will says in his cheery, you-look-like-shit voice, a voice often used the next morning after two many margaritas have been consumed by Francie or I. "You're looking quite ravishing this morning."
I throw my pillow at him in mock anger, but am glad to see him as he is on the short list, "Screw you."
"That seals it, you are definitely going to have to enter a beauty contest - you've got the looks and the eloquence of a future Miss America."
Lord, I hate it when he is like this - flippant yet endearing - this act usually occurs when he is trying to avoid an awkward subject.
"So, do you hate me for handing off my dinner duties?" Ah, he's feeling guilty.
"I guess not, it wasn't so bad, I couldn't avoid him forever," I laugh at the irony of my situation and have to explain as Will looks at my quizzically, "Well, I am kind of a captive audience so there is really only so much avoiding I could have done."
"You could have buried yourself under the covers like you were trying to do just now," Will reaches out and tousles my hair. "Come on, get out of bed, it's time to face the day."
"Yippee," I mumble as I slowly rise off the bed. I think I am in more pain today than I was yesterday - stiff muscles, the aforementioned aching head and a burning pain in my lower back thanks to dear old Melanie, the bitch.
"Easy there, Syd, you're moving slower than my grandmother," Will moves to put his arm around my waist and accidentally applies unwanted pressure on my latest battle wound. I cry out more surprised that it hurts so much than from the actual pain. "God, Syd, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Not you, Will," I offer him a weak smile, moving out of his grasp and over to the sink to splash water on my face. "Melanie is the person I can thank for my current state, though, in her defense, I did leave myself wide open. And who can blame her, really, I might have sucker-punched the ex of my husband if given the chance. Of course, I would have to be married first for that to happen and she claims she didn't know it was me she was fighting. Ugh."
"Syd, you can't seriously be blaming yourself for what happened," Will's says from behind me as I cover my face with ice cold water. "You didn't deserve what happened and you would not have done the same thing. I am quite surprised Melanie acted the way she did. She spars with new recruits because she is good at it, not because she kicks the shit out of them."
"Will, I don't want to hear how this is so unlike Melanie, how she is so great and just must have gotten carried away," I spin around to face him, "I don't care about her, I don't care what she is like. I've met her now and I am pretty sure that I know all I need to know."
"Syd, calm down, I am not the enemy here and neither is Melanie and I am not defending her by saying that, I promise you," Will puts his hands on my arms, gripping my shoulders. "This sucks, I'm not going to lie to you about that, but you can't let it bring you down."
I interrupt him before I have to hear another saccharine-laced sentiment, "Will, you know I love you, but I swear to God, if you are about to say something about there being other fish in the sea, I will kick your ass. Let's just drop it, I will save my unloading for Dr. Barnett. So, what's on my schedule for today?"
Will looks at me doubtfully, but doesn't push his luck, "Regression therapy, they decided that there wouldn't be any more physical testing needed, you held your own and appear to be in the same, if not better, shape that you were when you disappeared."
"Okay, bring it on," I give Will a genuine smile and all is forgiven, "Say a little prayer that I am able to remember something."
"Syd, just your being here is a miracle," Will hugs me and I return his embrace with a fierce one of my own, "I think I may have used up my quota of prayers."
"Will, I think we are given unlimited prayers, besides, it doesn't hurt to keep trying," I seem to have gained a religious depth in my absence. "Hey, were you here with a purpose this morning?"
"I just wanted to check in on you," he steps away from me and towards the door. "Armstrong was afraid to come in on his own."
"Oh please, you're only half the man he is, the guy is like a brick wall."
"I don't know if I appreciate that comment," I hear Bryce's voice before I see him appear in front of my cell.
"I didn't say you had the intelligence of a brick wall," I flash him one of my charming smiles, "Morning, Bryce."
Will shakes his head as he trades places with Bryce, "I'll see you later, Syd." With that he is off down the hall, catching my eye as he goes and putting his hands together in a prayer-like fashion and nodding.
"Good morning, how are you feeling today?" Bryce asks politely though I am quite certain he either heard the exchange between Will and I from the hallway or the observation deck in the ops center.
"Just great, I might have to try out a few wind sprints today," my smile falters as the image of Vaughn in the hospital bed, sick from the liquid in the big red bubble, enters my mind. I had told him that he would be doing wind sprints before he knew it.
"Good to hear," Bryce ignores my sad expression, but continues with care, "Listen, I know you had a bad night last night, the agent covering night duty said you appeared to be having nightmares, so if you feel like you need a break or want to stop, you just give me a sign and I will get you out of there."
"Sounds like a plan, thanks. Here's the secret code," I demonstrate by wiping the back of my right hand across my forehead in an I'm-so-wiped-out manner. "Got it?"
"Easy enough, " Bryce takes my arm but pauses before leading me out of the cell, "I don't know if I should say anything but I think this is something you might enjoy knowing."
"What?"
"I mean, I know that you and Agent Vaughn were involved before you disappeared and if I were you I guess I would want to know."
"Spit it out, Bryce, don't worry about me, I can handle it." I wonder what in the hell he is talking about, then a sick idea takes hold in my mind "Is Melanie pregnant?"
"No, God, no," Bryce sighs, "Shit, now I feel sort of stupid, like a schoolgirl spreading gossip. Maybe I shouldn't say anything."
"Bryce, I am a woman apart, I'd say it is in your best interest to continue with whatever you were going to say."
"Okay, but first let me ask you something - Vaughn came to see you last night, right?" I nod and he continues, "What did you guys talk about?"
"Not much really, he just brought me dinner," I stop to choose my words carefully, "Of course the scene in the training room came up, but like everyone else, he defended her, at least he seemed to until he found out that she kicked me after I was down."
"That's what I thought. Okay, so I was here last night, finishing paperwork on a previous assignment of mine and Vaughn came out of this hallway, I assumed from seeing you, and stormed across the room to his office, slamming the door behind him. Of course we all looked up after he had disturbed the peace, so to speak; he was on the phone before the door stopped shaking in the frame. At that point it really didn't matter that there was a door to his office because the choice words rang through loud and clear. And let's just say that I think Agent Vaughn ripped his wife a new one, I'd say that she was damn lucky to be at home and not at work." He pauses, giving me a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry, I know this seems petty, but I figured that after yesterday you deserved a little break. He still cares about you, Syd, there is no doubt about that."
I can't help but smile as Bryce is describing the scene to me and even though I want to kick myself for causing more problems to Vaughn, I am happy to hear that he didn't just write off what his wife had done to me. "Oh, Agent Armstrong, I think you just might be my best girlfriend."
"Great," Bryce makes a disgusted face at me. "I guess I'm glad I told you then. Shall we go then?"
We laugh our way down the hallway and for once I am glad to be with a person who doesn't remember me from before - it's refreshing to not have been missed and mourned by someone when I remember nothing of the tragedy.
We are still laughing as we enter the main room. Across the room I see an eager Weiss making his way towards us.
"Hey there, can I get some sugar?" Eric Weiss is all grins.
"Eric, it is so good to see you and your stupid grin," I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, happy to oblige. "How are you?"
"Pretty good considering everything, I'm sure you've heard about my aversion to mailmen," Weiss chuckles good-naturedly. "No bitter divorcees here."
"Yeah, Will filled me in, I was sorry to hear about what you have been through."
"Please, listen to this girl, feeling sorry for what I have been though after the hell she has been put through since returning, not to mention the last two years," Weiss hugs me again. "I'm glad you are back. I was tired of looking at Armstrong's sour puss day in and day out, he is no match for you, gorgeous."
"Stop it, you're going to make me blush," I protest as I do just that, cheeks heating from Weiss' attention. "It's just too bad you're not my type, we really could have had something."
Bryce hoots behind me with laughter as Weiss gives me a wounded look, again I have to pull out the charming smile, knowing I will be forgiven without a thought.
"Okay, I'm going to leave now before I have to dig into the ground to take my ego with me," Weiss contradicts his words with a bright smile. "Armstrong, we on for basketball at six?"
"Yup, you, me, Tippin and Vaughn." Bryce answers, once again taking my arm. It will never cease to amaze me how convoluted my world is - my best friend, my current escort and my ex-boyfriend (Weiss is just Weiss) all play basketball with each other - talk about a conflict of interests. "Let's go, Syd."
I start to say goodbye to Weiss but my attention is taken when I see a visibly angry Kendall storming across the room towards Vaughn's office. Before the door slams I can here him say, "Just what the hell were you thinking?"
"Syd," Bryce's voice interrupts me as I strain to hear more of the conversation between Kendall and Vaughn, who are both gesturing in the other's direction. "Syd, I said, let's go."
"Hmm," I shake my head and look up at him, Weiss has already walked off in another direction, oblivious to the argument happening across the room. "Sorry, I spaced out for a second there. Yes, let's get going."
Our path once again takes us by Vaughn's office; Vaughn is sitting, stone- faced, on the edge of his desk, listening to Kendall who is standing directly in front of him. They aren't yelling at each other so I can't make out what they are saying and neither man has noticed that I am on the other side of the glass. As we are about to pass through the doorway into the now familiar hallway, I can hear Vaughn's voice rising.
But it is Kendall that I hear, as clearly as if I were standing in the room, "I don't give a shit, Agent Vaughn, she is your wife and you will not forget that. This is what you signed up for and you can't just back out when something happens that you don't like."
Of course Kendall would be all for keeping that marriage together. 'Ass,' I say in my head, 'Just stay out of it.'
By the time we reach the regression therapy studio, I am already starting to regret my feelings of glee with hearing that Vaughn yelled at Melanie. I'm no saint, but she is his wife and I can't change that and I shouldn't be glad that he isn't happy, despite what that might mean for me.
'Could this get any worse?' The thought has formed itself in my head before I am able to get rid of it, I know better than to question the shitty situation I am in, in my experience, it can always get worse.
Dr. Barnett opens the door and welcomes me in, "Good morning, Sydney. Are you ready to get started?"
"As ready as I will ever be."
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Okay, that's it for now. Sorry there is no S/V action but I am building something here and you can't expect them to be back together in a heartbeat - what fun would that be? Please read and review and tell a friend! Remember - good things come to those who wait and hopefully this is going to be better than good when it ends.