The Call
Michael really didn't feel like answering his phone. He almost recreated a past meet with Sydney, but he didn't want to put up with the hastle of having to get a new phone. So, he decided against chucking his cell into the Pacific. Then, he looked at who was calling him, Lauren. Great, this really made him want to accidentally of course, drop his phone into the Pacific. He answered anyway.
"Hello"
"Hi, Michael. Where are you?"
"Out"
"I tried your house and you didn't answer. I tried your cell a bunch of times too and you finally answered."
"Oh" (I must have really been out of it to not hear my phone ringing. It was just that song.
)
"Are you okay? I thought you were going to sleep because you had an early day tomorrow."
"I was, but I just had to get out."
"Okay. Are we still on for the first?" Lauren asked.
(The first) . . . . "um, I'm not sure." (Something doesn't feel right. It's September) . . . . "NO!"
"What?" asked a startled Lauren.
"Never mind, just give me a second." (October 1st. How could he? How could he have done something so horrible? The day his heart stopped and would only beat for one person. He would not spend that day with another woman.)
"Michael? Are you still there?"
"Oh, (pause) yeah," said Michael snapping out of his trance.
"I was just wondering because we talked about going to dinner and I wasn't sure if it was still on."
"Lauren, can you just give me a couple of days. We can have dinner next Saturday."
"Sure, why?" asked a disappointed Lauren.
"I can't talk about it right now, just give me a few days and I'll be fine."
"Where are you, you never told me?"
"The Pier"
"Why?" (Must she keep on prying? She had better not try to come here, to Syd and my spot.) "I need to be alone right now."
With that, Vaughn hung up and sighed.
October 1st was only a couple of days away. How could he get through that day? How could he have even thought about spending it with another woman? This would be the first, but not the last, October 1st without her. He remembered that day as if it happened not even a second ago. The day that she walked in was the day that changed his life. She looked crazy with her bright red hair and swollen mouth, be he still felt that spark, that connection. He loved her the moment he laid eyes on her, but he didn't realize it until later. She meant so much to him; he'd never had the chance to tell her those three little words.
He stood there, leaning on the rail, recounting all of their conversations, missions, and meetings. He remembered when she first began to trust him at that very spot. When she wanted out of SD-6 and invited him to a hockey game. Watching her as the water threw him against the door. Her saving him in France and from the deadly virus. The mission inside SD-6 to save it. She trusted him enough to ask to help her break into the Vatican. The prophecy and all of the doubt people had in her. The return of Irina Derevko and the feelings of hate that came to the surface in him, but he could never hold it against her. Dinner and their first date at Rousseau's. The night they took down the Alliance. Their first kiss in the ruins of SD-6 and the time that neither one of them ate dinner. Santa Barbra. It all lead up to that one fateful night when she was torn out of his life forever. He should have gone in with her that night, as he did every other night. Why didn't he? But he didn't and her house burned down and she was dead. He only had his memories to remember her by.
His thoughts were interrupted by his cell ringing again.
(It must be Lauren. What doesn't she get about the words I need to be alone?)
Instead of checking who it was Vaughn just answered it.
"Lauren" (as soon as her name came out he knew that it was a mistake. It wasn't Lauren on the other end.)
Michael really didn't feel like answering his phone. He almost recreated a past meet with Sydney, but he didn't want to put up with the hastle of having to get a new phone. So, he decided against chucking his cell into the Pacific. Then, he looked at who was calling him, Lauren. Great, this really made him want to accidentally of course, drop his phone into the Pacific. He answered anyway.
"Hello"
"Hi, Michael. Where are you?"
"Out"
"I tried your house and you didn't answer. I tried your cell a bunch of times too and you finally answered."
"Oh" (I must have really been out of it to not hear my phone ringing. It was just that song.
)
"Are you okay? I thought you were going to sleep because you had an early day tomorrow."
"I was, but I just had to get out."
"Okay. Are we still on for the first?" Lauren asked.
(The first) . . . . "um, I'm not sure." (Something doesn't feel right. It's September) . . . . "NO!"
"What?" asked a startled Lauren.
"Never mind, just give me a second." (October 1st. How could he? How could he have done something so horrible? The day his heart stopped and would only beat for one person. He would not spend that day with another woman.)
"Michael? Are you still there?"
"Oh, (pause) yeah," said Michael snapping out of his trance.
"I was just wondering because we talked about going to dinner and I wasn't sure if it was still on."
"Lauren, can you just give me a couple of days. We can have dinner next Saturday."
"Sure, why?" asked a disappointed Lauren.
"I can't talk about it right now, just give me a few days and I'll be fine."
"Where are you, you never told me?"
"The Pier"
"Why?" (Must she keep on prying? She had better not try to come here, to Syd and my spot.) "I need to be alone right now."
With that, Vaughn hung up and sighed.
October 1st was only a couple of days away. How could he get through that day? How could he have even thought about spending it with another woman? This would be the first, but not the last, October 1st without her. He remembered that day as if it happened not even a second ago. The day that she walked in was the day that changed his life. She looked crazy with her bright red hair and swollen mouth, be he still felt that spark, that connection. He loved her the moment he laid eyes on her, but he didn't realize it until later. She meant so much to him; he'd never had the chance to tell her those three little words.
He stood there, leaning on the rail, recounting all of their conversations, missions, and meetings. He remembered when she first began to trust him at that very spot. When she wanted out of SD-6 and invited him to a hockey game. Watching her as the water threw him against the door. Her saving him in France and from the deadly virus. The mission inside SD-6 to save it. She trusted him enough to ask to help her break into the Vatican. The prophecy and all of the doubt people had in her. The return of Irina Derevko and the feelings of hate that came to the surface in him, but he could never hold it against her. Dinner and their first date at Rousseau's. The night they took down the Alliance. Their first kiss in the ruins of SD-6 and the time that neither one of them ate dinner. Santa Barbra. It all lead up to that one fateful night when she was torn out of his life forever. He should have gone in with her that night, as he did every other night. Why didn't he? But he didn't and her house burned down and she was dead. He only had his memories to remember her by.
His thoughts were interrupted by his cell ringing again.
(It must be Lauren. What doesn't she get about the words I need to be alone?)
Instead of checking who it was Vaughn just answered it.
"Lauren" (as soon as her name came out he knew that it was a mistake. It wasn't Lauren on the other end.)