Sydney tucked her gun into the waistband of her skirt and took a deep
breath. She was still hidden in the darkness of the entrance alcove. She
took several more moments to prepare. She was about to confront the man she
loved. The man who thought she was dead. She didn't know what was worse,
the fact that he'd moved on without her, or the fact that she'd been alive
all this time, and never contacted him. He had just as much reason to be
angry with her, as she was with him. The only thing was that she didn't
hate him.
It had been three months since she'd discovered that he was with another woman. He thought she was dead. But he was also in danger. She knew the Covenant watched the members of Sydney Bristow's old life carefully. So she'd stayed away. In away she herself had moved on. She was a different person.
After one final deep breath she took a few steps into the room. She watched Vaughn's eyes as they fell upon her, at fist they stung with the fury of his capture. It wasn't long before he seemed to recognize her features. Sydney looked down, she was completely unsure of what to do. It finally dawned on her that she was wearing a wig, and contacts, and that her make was done to conceal her most recognizable features. She reached up and slowly pulled the wig from her head, revealing her dyed blonde hair French braided behind her.
Slowly she allowed her eyes to meet Vaughn's.
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She just walked into the room and looked at him. She looked calm, curiously so, and he was unsure of what the situation actually was. It was when she'd pulled off her wig and looked at him, that he noticed how sad her eyes were. She just started for a long moment, but Vaughn couldn't stop thinking about how much she reminded him of someone. The thing was, he couldn't place her face.
She stood there for a few seconds just staring at him. She stepped forward, opened her mouth as if to speak, and then paused. He was trying to put the entire situation into context. She was the one with the gun, Kovalev was apparently locked in the bathroom, and he was tied to the bed. All things considered his situation was bad. Not to mention the fact that the woman in front of him looked eerily familiar, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out who she was.
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After a few long moments, and a painfully blank expression from Vaughn, Sydney decided that she should untie him. She wasn't sure why exactly she felt the urge to do it, but she went with her instinct. She walked toward the head of the bed. She averted her eyes, but could still feel him burning into her. Did he not know who she was? Was this some kind of act?
At this point Sydney wasn't sure of anything. Her gut was driving her, and she let her mind take a back seat. Her emotions were clouding her judgment to a life-threatening extent—so instinct it was.
"Who the hell are you?" Vaughn said softly as he began to loosen the binds on his hands.
She made no response but stepped back once he was completely free. Vaughn immediately sat up and rubbed his wrists. After a moment he looked up at her again.
"It's Julia right?" He said searching her face again, trying to find some sort of clear recognizable feature. "Do you work for the CIA?" He said, obviously trying to figure things out.
"No." Sydney breathed, almost unable to speak at all. "Vaughn." She whispered, trying to hold herself together.
It was her use of his name that caused everything to come crashing down. He stared at her for many more long moments of disbelief. He watched as tears formed in her eyes, and rolled carelessly down her cheek. He watched as she wiped the tears from her eyes and then pulled the fake blue contacts from them as well. He watched her standing there in front of him, but he didn't believe.
"Vaughn. Say something." She cried dropping to her knees in front of him.
He didn't' respond but kept his eyes trained on her face. He didn't even feel it as she picked up one of his hands in each of her own.
"I can't imagine what you're thinking right now." She said softly, letting more tears roll from her big brown eyes. "You must be in shock." She shook her head, trying to imagine what she would be thinking in his situation. "I know this is hard but you have to listen to me it's very important." She said trying to sound calm and collected, when she felt, and looked anything but. "The Covenant..."She started, but was cut off immediately.
"Wait." He said softly, a tear escaping his eye. He started for another long minute as she knelt in front of him in anticipatory silence. "Sydney, you died." He breathed, as if her were actually talking to a ghost.
"I know." She closed her eyes remembering the terrible day of her funeral. "I know Vaughn I was taken." She said, before completely breaking down.
"I found your body; I spread your ashes out at sea." He said shaking his head. More tears fell from his eyes.
"Vaughn I know, I'm sorry. The Covenant took me, and made it seem like I was dead." She said, her resolve strengthening slowly. "They tried to brainwash me, tried to turn me into one of their agents." She said through a multitude of tears. Talking about this subject was harder than she's thought it would be.
"The Covenant." Vaughn whispered, again shaking his head.
"They're after everything Rambaldi ever made, they're..." She was cut off again.
"Sydney." Vaughn breathed, taking his hand and squeezing hers. "It's really you." He whispered. His green eyes fogged with tears.
"It's me Vaughn." She said. She paused looking up at him. "I've missed you so much." At that moment Vaughn pushed himself forward off of the bed, and on to his knees. He took Sydney into his arms and held her so tight that neither one could breath.
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It had been three months since she'd discovered that he was with another woman. He thought she was dead. But he was also in danger. She knew the Covenant watched the members of Sydney Bristow's old life carefully. So she'd stayed away. In away she herself had moved on. She was a different person.
After one final deep breath she took a few steps into the room. She watched Vaughn's eyes as they fell upon her, at fist they stung with the fury of his capture. It wasn't long before he seemed to recognize her features. Sydney looked down, she was completely unsure of what to do. It finally dawned on her that she was wearing a wig, and contacts, and that her make was done to conceal her most recognizable features. She reached up and slowly pulled the wig from her head, revealing her dyed blonde hair French braided behind her.
Slowly she allowed her eyes to meet Vaughn's.
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She just walked into the room and looked at him. She looked calm, curiously so, and he was unsure of what the situation actually was. It was when she'd pulled off her wig and looked at him, that he noticed how sad her eyes were. She just started for a long moment, but Vaughn couldn't stop thinking about how much she reminded him of someone. The thing was, he couldn't place her face.
She stood there for a few seconds just staring at him. She stepped forward, opened her mouth as if to speak, and then paused. He was trying to put the entire situation into context. She was the one with the gun, Kovalev was apparently locked in the bathroom, and he was tied to the bed. All things considered his situation was bad. Not to mention the fact that the woman in front of him looked eerily familiar, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out who she was.
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After a few long moments, and a painfully blank expression from Vaughn, Sydney decided that she should untie him. She wasn't sure why exactly she felt the urge to do it, but she went with her instinct. She walked toward the head of the bed. She averted her eyes, but could still feel him burning into her. Did he not know who she was? Was this some kind of act?
At this point Sydney wasn't sure of anything. Her gut was driving her, and she let her mind take a back seat. Her emotions were clouding her judgment to a life-threatening extent—so instinct it was.
"Who the hell are you?" Vaughn said softly as he began to loosen the binds on his hands.
She made no response but stepped back once he was completely free. Vaughn immediately sat up and rubbed his wrists. After a moment he looked up at her again.
"It's Julia right?" He said searching her face again, trying to find some sort of clear recognizable feature. "Do you work for the CIA?" He said, obviously trying to figure things out.
"No." Sydney breathed, almost unable to speak at all. "Vaughn." She whispered, trying to hold herself together.
It was her use of his name that caused everything to come crashing down. He stared at her for many more long moments of disbelief. He watched as tears formed in her eyes, and rolled carelessly down her cheek. He watched as she wiped the tears from her eyes and then pulled the fake blue contacts from them as well. He watched her standing there in front of him, but he didn't believe.
"Vaughn. Say something." She cried dropping to her knees in front of him.
He didn't' respond but kept his eyes trained on her face. He didn't even feel it as she picked up one of his hands in each of her own.
"I can't imagine what you're thinking right now." She said softly, letting more tears roll from her big brown eyes. "You must be in shock." She shook her head, trying to imagine what she would be thinking in his situation. "I know this is hard but you have to listen to me it's very important." She said trying to sound calm and collected, when she felt, and looked anything but. "The Covenant..."She started, but was cut off immediately.
"Wait." He said softly, a tear escaping his eye. He started for another long minute as she knelt in front of him in anticipatory silence. "Sydney, you died." He breathed, as if her were actually talking to a ghost.
"I know." She closed her eyes remembering the terrible day of her funeral. "I know Vaughn I was taken." She said, before completely breaking down.
"I found your body; I spread your ashes out at sea." He said shaking his head. More tears fell from his eyes.
"Vaughn I know, I'm sorry. The Covenant took me, and made it seem like I was dead." She said, her resolve strengthening slowly. "They tried to brainwash me, tried to turn me into one of their agents." She said through a multitude of tears. Talking about this subject was harder than she's thought it would be.
"The Covenant." Vaughn whispered, again shaking his head.
"They're after everything Rambaldi ever made, they're..." She was cut off again.
"Sydney." Vaughn breathed, taking his hand and squeezing hers. "It's really you." He whispered. His green eyes fogged with tears.
"It's me Vaughn." She said. She paused looking up at him. "I've missed you so much." At that moment Vaughn pushed himself forward off of the bed, and on to his knees. He took Sydney into his arms and held her so tight that neither one could breath.
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