Recollection

by Aradia Chase

Sydney is on a mission with Vaughn and Weiss when she has a violent memory of where she was during the missing two years. Written before S3 aired so it does not coincide with any S3 events. Please read and review. Constructive Criticism appreciated!

3. Recollection Ch 3

Recollection Ch. 3

Vaughn was right, getting inside wasn't hard. She passed the guards a counterfeit invitation and they allowed her right in. Once inside, the enormous ballroom took her breath away. From it's marble support columns to the lush velvet curtains draped along side the ceiling high windows, the entire room screamed elegance.

She feigns fixing her necklace, bringing the ring mic closer to her mouth as she mutters under her breath, "I'm in." Her heels click on the uncarpeted floor as she weaves her way into the crowd, scanning for Evan.

A glass of champagne and three trips around the ballroom later, she felt pretty discouraged, having seen not one sign of him. Sighing, she made her way to the bathroom, talking to Vaughn over the mic. "I haven't seen him anywhere. Any signs of him outside?"

The smooth male voice rings in her ear, "Nope. Wait another half an hour, if he doesn't show, we'll go catch a show down the street." He chuckles. "I hear they have really good plays over here."

Her face flushes in excitement, her stomach fluttering. "How about we decide for ourselves, instead of what some critic says." She stops dead in her tracks and glances to her right. "He's here. He just walked in." She glances around for any guards he may have. "And he's alone."

Needing to keep the ring on Evan, she grabs a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter's tray. She stands with her body facing Evan, she positions the glass of champagne so her ring finger is out, the diamond facing right at him. Vaughn confirms that her camera and mic are in perfect range as he begins to record.

As Evan's conversation plays on the speaker in her ear, a wave of heat comes over Sydney, her chest tightens and her breathing shallows. "Vaughn, I don't feel well." His response is barely audible over the roaring noise from inside her head. A tingling sensation explodes from her scar, reaching to the tips of her fingers. She lets go of the champagne glass, sending it plummeting to the floor with a loud crash. A black fog clouds her vision as she falls to the floor unconscious.