Chapter 17
Lauren had stormed out after their fight, which gave Vaughn plenty of time to pack his things. After putting all of his bags in the trunk of his car, he stood for one last time in the house he shared with Lauren. This was it; he was finally saying goodbye to the part of his life that he didn't want anymore. Without looking back he got in his car and reversed out of the driveway. He didn't know where he was driving to, but that didn't bother him. He turned on the radio and decided that he would pay Sydney a little visit.
After driving for 20 minutes, he pulled up outside her new apartment. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he just sat looking at the front door. His heart was pounding in his chest, as various thoughts entered his mind. What if she doesn't want to see me? If she won't take me back. I've hurt her so badly, what if she can't forgive me? Does she still love me? He decided that he would just have to take a leap of faith and hope that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He got out the car and walked up to the front door. There was a light on inside, so she definitely was home. He raised his hand ready to knock, but realised he couldn't go through with it. He needed some advice; he needed to talk to Weiss. Quickly walking away from her door so she wouldn't see him, he knocked next door at Weiss' apartment.
He looked quite shocked when he opened the door to find Vaughn standing there in desperation. "Hey man, what are you doing here?"
"Hi, I need to talk to you. Can I come inside?" Weiss stepped aside, allowing Vaughn to walk in.
"What's up?" Weiss took two beers out of the fridge and handed one to his buddy.
"I've left Lauren, and told her that I wanted a divorce." He took a sip of his drink, whilst Weiss got over the shock of what he just said to him.
"What?!? But what about the baby?" He asked.
"It was a mistake, the doctors were wrong. There never was a baby, and there never will be. But I realised that I couldn't continue to live with Lauren, I've already lost two years that I could have been with Syd, I don't want to lose anymore time with her. But I wanted to get your advice before I spoke to her."
"I don't quite no what to say. But I know that you're doing the right thing, you and Syd are made for each other, you know it, she knows it, and Lauren probably knew it. Sydney may be a bit mad at you, but she'll come around."
"Thanks Eric. I knew I could count on you to help." Vaughn patted him on the back, and stood up ready to leave. "I gotta go and talk to her."
"No I wouldn't tonight." The puzzled look on Vaughn's face made Weiss laugh. "We've got that mission in Zurich tomorrow, she'll probably be getting ready. Besides it's a big mission, I don't think that she needs distractions. But you're welcome to stay here, if you have no where else to go." "Hey, about that mission I have an idea!" Vaughn's face lit up, as this crazy thought came into his mind.
The following day, on a plane to Zurich
Sydney was busy reviewing the plans for the mission. Her and Weiss were flying out separately as part of their cover. Looking over the file, Sydney noticed that the mission had slightly changed. Instead of going straight to the warehouse, they were to attend a ball held by Alexander Feliciano who was an associate of Sark's. Feliciano had the codes they would need to enter the warehouse, which he kept in a safe at his home. Which was were the ball was being held. Weiss and Syd were to attend separately and meet at the party, before going after the codes and then to the warehouse to retrieve Stochansky. It was a good job Sydney had bought an evening dress with her, otherwise she might have looked out of place wearing combats and a tank top.
Before she had left, Marshall had given her and Weiss ear pieces which would allow them to communicate during the mission. She just hoped that they would be able to stop Sark, at least that would be one less thing that was on her mind.
Five hours later, the plane had landed. This gave her just two hours to get herself ready for the ball.
Later that night
Sydney arrived wearing a long red dress. Her hair was pinned loosely on her head, with the odd curly strand falling free onto her face. Her little clutch bag contained various gadgets that she had also picked up from Marshall before she left. The ballroom was full of men wearing tuxes and women dressed in fancy gowns. It would be hard to find Weiss in this crowd. So she thought that she would just mingle, until he either made contact with her or she spotted him. At least she was wearing the earpiece so if he needed her he could just yell.
In the corner of the room, a band was playing jazz, and in the centre of the room, couples were merrily dancing away. Syd picked up a champagne glass off a waiter, and surveyed the room for potential dates. It was about time that she moved on, there was no point waiting for a man that she could never have. And that's when she saw him. She could only see the back of his head, but she could tell that he was a handsome man. She stood watching him, sipping on her drink. He was talking to a small group of people but she still couldn't see his face, so she decided to get a closer look.
Lauren had stormed out after their fight, which gave Vaughn plenty of time to pack his things. After putting all of his bags in the trunk of his car, he stood for one last time in the house he shared with Lauren. This was it; he was finally saying goodbye to the part of his life that he didn't want anymore. Without looking back he got in his car and reversed out of the driveway. He didn't know where he was driving to, but that didn't bother him. He turned on the radio and decided that he would pay Sydney a little visit.
After driving for 20 minutes, he pulled up outside her new apartment. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he just sat looking at the front door. His heart was pounding in his chest, as various thoughts entered his mind. What if she doesn't want to see me? If she won't take me back. I've hurt her so badly, what if she can't forgive me? Does she still love me? He decided that he would just have to take a leap of faith and hope that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He got out the car and walked up to the front door. There was a light on inside, so she definitely was home. He raised his hand ready to knock, but realised he couldn't go through with it. He needed some advice; he needed to talk to Weiss. Quickly walking away from her door so she wouldn't see him, he knocked next door at Weiss' apartment.
He looked quite shocked when he opened the door to find Vaughn standing there in desperation. "Hey man, what are you doing here?"
"Hi, I need to talk to you. Can I come inside?" Weiss stepped aside, allowing Vaughn to walk in.
"What's up?" Weiss took two beers out of the fridge and handed one to his buddy.
"I've left Lauren, and told her that I wanted a divorce." He took a sip of his drink, whilst Weiss got over the shock of what he just said to him.
"What?!? But what about the baby?" He asked.
"It was a mistake, the doctors were wrong. There never was a baby, and there never will be. But I realised that I couldn't continue to live with Lauren, I've already lost two years that I could have been with Syd, I don't want to lose anymore time with her. But I wanted to get your advice before I spoke to her."
"I don't quite no what to say. But I know that you're doing the right thing, you and Syd are made for each other, you know it, she knows it, and Lauren probably knew it. Sydney may be a bit mad at you, but she'll come around."
"Thanks Eric. I knew I could count on you to help." Vaughn patted him on the back, and stood up ready to leave. "I gotta go and talk to her."
"No I wouldn't tonight." The puzzled look on Vaughn's face made Weiss laugh. "We've got that mission in Zurich tomorrow, she'll probably be getting ready. Besides it's a big mission, I don't think that she needs distractions. But you're welcome to stay here, if you have no where else to go." "Hey, about that mission I have an idea!" Vaughn's face lit up, as this crazy thought came into his mind.
The following day, on a plane to Zurich
Sydney was busy reviewing the plans for the mission. Her and Weiss were flying out separately as part of their cover. Looking over the file, Sydney noticed that the mission had slightly changed. Instead of going straight to the warehouse, they were to attend a ball held by Alexander Feliciano who was an associate of Sark's. Feliciano had the codes they would need to enter the warehouse, which he kept in a safe at his home. Which was were the ball was being held. Weiss and Syd were to attend separately and meet at the party, before going after the codes and then to the warehouse to retrieve Stochansky. It was a good job Sydney had bought an evening dress with her, otherwise she might have looked out of place wearing combats and a tank top.
Before she had left, Marshall had given her and Weiss ear pieces which would allow them to communicate during the mission. She just hoped that they would be able to stop Sark, at least that would be one less thing that was on her mind.
Five hours later, the plane had landed. This gave her just two hours to get herself ready for the ball.
Later that night
Sydney arrived wearing a long red dress. Her hair was pinned loosely on her head, with the odd curly strand falling free onto her face. Her little clutch bag contained various gadgets that she had also picked up from Marshall before she left. The ballroom was full of men wearing tuxes and women dressed in fancy gowns. It would be hard to find Weiss in this crowd. So she thought that she would just mingle, until he either made contact with her or she spotted him. At least she was wearing the earpiece so if he needed her he could just yell.
In the corner of the room, a band was playing jazz, and in the centre of the room, couples were merrily dancing away. Syd picked up a champagne glass off a waiter, and surveyed the room for potential dates. It was about time that she moved on, there was no point waiting for a man that she could never have. And that's when she saw him. She could only see the back of his head, but she could tell that he was a handsome man. She stood watching him, sipping on her drink. He was talking to a small group of people but she still couldn't see his face, so she decided to get a closer look.