I changed a paragraph in this story as well as the summary of the story thanks to a review from Kate (Dreamer Child) who suggested Vaughn should think Syd was dead. Sorry, but you gotta re read this chapter if you already have. THANKS REVIEWERS! THANKS KATE!
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"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Lauren Reed asked her husband. He was staring at his dinner plate, fidgeting with his fork. Michael Vaughn wasn't a stupid man all the time. Only when he was around Lauren, wishing that he was with Sydney Bristow.
"Huh, what? Think about whom?" Michael asked. He looked up from his plate, blinking.
He's been day dreaming, Lauren thought. I bet he wouldn't notice if I shot him in the heart.
"You're thinking about Sydney," she said.
"What? Why would you think that?" he asked.
"Michael, you carved her name in your baked potato," Lauren pointed a freshly manicured fingernail at her husband's plate. It was true. Without knowing it, he'd carved his ex-girlfriend's name into his dinner.
"Oh…I...I uh didn't notice," he quickly turned the potato over so the carving was no longer visible. Lauren sighed and put her head in her hands.
"You need to see someone about this. I'm going to request that you see a psychologist every week," Lauren informed him.
"What? No, don't do that!" he nearly shouted. A few faces turned to them.
"Shhhhh!"
"Sorry," he muttered. "I just don't think I need to see a doctor. I'm fine."
"No, Michael. You are not fine. You haven't been sleeping, you think about her 24 hours a day!"
"That's not true," Vaughn protested.
"It's entirely true and I don't think I can take much more of it," she said. Lauren looked down and covered his hand with hers. "Sydney Bristow died two years ago, remember? You can't go on like this, baby. You need to see a doctor…promise me you'll see a doctor."
"I won't have to," said Vaughn, slowly moving his hand away. "Lauren, I don't think this is working out. You don't deserve this."
"W-what?" she asked, looking terrified.
"I think we should get a divorce, this time for good. The CIA has excellent lawyers, they could help the process flow quickly and in a few weeks we would be over," he suggested.
"You want to get a divorce?!" Lauren exclaimed. Faces turned to them once again.
"Lauren, calm down please."
"Calm down? Calm down?!" she stood up and began inching away slowly. "You want to get a divorce and you expect me to CALM DOWN?!"
"Lauren, please, just sit down," begged Michael. She gave him a look of deep hatred.
"No," she mumbled, her voice becoming hard and dark. "I'll see you in the courts, Mr. Vaughn." And with that, she was gone.
Michael sighed and let his forehead drop to the surface of the table.
Beautiful, he thought.
