Chap.30- Here For You
Sydney lied, unmoving, on her bed in the quietness of the large master bedroom. She hadn't seen Scott in three days; as his beeper seemed to always go off whenever they had a chance to talk and when he got back from the hospital, Sydney would either be asleep or at work. She couldn't help but wonder if his hectic schedule was intentional and his discreet way of avoiding her.
Her beeper started to vibrate and beep continuously, relentlessly. Groaning, she rolled over onto her side and fumbled around in her bed stand drawer, her hand disgustedly pushing a large handgun to the back before extracting the beeper. After quieting the noise that had shattered the tranquility and calm of the house, and turning off the lights that flashed brilliant green, she rubbed her sleep filled eyes and focused on the letters of screen.
Sighing loudly to herself, she flung the white down comforter off her body and shivered before stumbling off into the bathroom.
--
Twenty minutes later, Sydney walked into the debriefing and sat silently into her seat.
"You're late." Kendall stated, shuffling the papers on his desk.
"It's my day off." Sydney replied dryly, crossing her arms and leaning into her seat.
Kendall gave her a look that showed that he was openly annoyed and began passing out the stacks of papers. He retrieved pictures from the database and they flitted onto the large screen and onto the ones in front of the agents.
"Is that Jacobins-Robespierre?" Mark asked, his mind clicking in recognition.
"Yes it is." Jack answered.
"He looks different." Vaughn remarked, creases forming on his forehead as he studied the picture, trying to see what had changed.
"Our analysts noticed that too, Agent Vaughn." Kendall said. The picture zoomed in to a close up and eventually the graphic image transformed into a computer created x-ray of the facial bones. "The cheek bones, for one, are higher up than they were the last time you met him. The nose construction is different and in the skull, this man has two more bones than the last Jacobins-Robespierre did."
"Were there any records or sightings of him walking into a doctor's office?" Ana asked.
"None at all," Jack replied. "But that's not unusual. As a man of his power and standing, he would probably have the doctor come to him and have extremely secret medical visits to ensure that nobody knows of his vulnerability."
"That's not the problem...is it?" Sydney asked.
"No, it's not." Kendall replied.
"We're most concerned about the two additional bones in the skull. With Marshall's help, we were able to come up with the x-ray and have a precise measurement of skin and bone density." Jack continued. "The bones are real and they weren't inserted."
"So, how'd they do it?" James asked.
"We don't know."
"Is it that unusual that he has two additional bones?" Mark asked.
"According to the doctors, no it is not usual to have additional bones in your skull, but the question is 'how did it get there' if he didn't have them two months ago? They weren't inserted. There is no possibility for them to appear in this stage of his life."
"Are you trying to imply that there are TWO Jacobins-Robespierres?" Vaughn asked incredulously.
"Not two. Just one. Well...one REAL one, at least."
"That's impossible." Sydney said, almost laughing out of frustration. "I destroyed that lab myself. I saw it become obliterated. I almost got SHOT because I destroyed that lab. It's impossible."
"I'm sorry, but you should know by now, Agent Voyer. In this game, nothing is impossible."
--
"Sydney!" Jack called, causing her to slow and wait for him. The debriefing had just ended and she had walked out quickly in a daze of confusion and irritability. "Come with me." He said, taking her arm and leading her into the elevator.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"We're almost there." He said.
The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. He led her into a private office and after leaving for two minutes, he returned with a pretty middle-aged woman following behind him. She smiled kindly at Sydney.
"Hello, Sydney. I'm Doctor Hart."
"It's nice to meet you, Doctor Hart."
"Likewise," she said.
"I really don't mean to be rude, but what exactly am I doing here?"
"I understand that you recently lost your unborn child."
Sydney sucked in her breath and looked over at her father and then back at Doctor Hart who was sitting behind her desk.
"Yes...but I'm still not sure how this relates."
"Your father is aware of your dislike of Gerard and he approached me, in hopes that I would be able to help you. I normally am the psychologist for high level agents, but I told your father that I would help you, after I heard what had happened."
"That's very kind of you, but I won't need your services." Sydney said, rising from her chair. "Thank you, though."
"Sydney. Sit down." Jack commanded, blocking her departure.
"Excuse me, Dad. I have work."
"You're not going anywhere."
"Yes, I am."
"I don't think you're aware of how this could benefit you." Jack said quietly, through clenched teeth, his eyes flickering to Doctor Hart who sat patiently in her chair.
"Yes, I do! She's going to shrink me and think that she's made me better. But she won't. I'll still carry around the pain and the guilt..." Sydney hissed back.
"She's not going to shrink you, Sydney. She's one of the best hypnotists in the Agency."
"I don't want to relive it, Dad." Sydney said, understanding beginning to sink in. "I don't think I could handle it."
"If you go through with this, you'll know who....who did this to you."
Sydney bit her lower lip in concentration. She closed her eyes and opened them again to look Jack in the eyes.
"Okay....Okay. I'll do it."
Jack nodded in response and led Sydney back to the chair.
"You made the right choice, Sydney." Doctor Hart said. "We can get started immediately if you like."
"That would be fine."
The three walked into a blindingly white room where numerous computers and machines were set up. Jack sat in one of the vacant chairs while Doctor Hart led Sydney into a charcoal gray room, separated from the white one by a thick sheet of glass.
Sydney sat into the patient's chair and willingly allowed Doctor Hart to hook her up to various monitors. Doctor Hart explained what each one did, but Sydney unwittingly tuned her out, her nerves beginning to stand on edge with the prospect of having to relive that day.
"Okay. We're almost ready."
"Almost?" Sydney asked quizzically.
Doctor Hart nodded.
"I'll be right back. Don't worry. Try to calm down."
Sydney exhaled a long breath and stared at her father in the white room, her image reflecting back to her. She looked in confusion as she saw that she was barely recognizable to herself. The wires cluttered her face and head, her eyes raw and dry from the constant tears, her nose red from boxes and boxes of tissues, and her smile that was ever so-present before had disappeared.
The door that Doctor Hart had exited creaked open and she came in with somebody trailing behind her, in what seemed unsure and untarried steps, eventually approaching the patient's chair that Sydney was lying in. Doctor Hart walked across the charcoal room and entered to white one to sit with Jack.
"Vaughn?" Sydney asked in confusion.
"Hi, Syd." He greeted, pulling up an uncomfortable looking plastic chair to sit beside her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know." He said honestly, shrugging.
They both looked to Jack and Doctor Hart for answers, receiving none.
"I understand that this might be an uncomfortable situation for you both concerning your history together, but I want you to think past that. Agent Vaughn is here because I believe that he will trigger memories that you may not be aware that you had or memories that were blocked by your concussion." Doctor Hart said, her voice ringing clearly into the room.
The two agents nodded.
"Now, Agent Vaughn, I want you to take Sydney's hand. Sydney, I want you to close your eyes and start counting every breath that you exhale. Clear your mind, relax."
Sydney obeyed and she could feel herself slipping into the dark pool of sub consciousness. She counted every breath she exhaled, but she could feel her own eagerness to begin swimming laps in that dark pool.
"Good, Sydney. You're doing great." Doctor Hart's voice came, soothingly. "Now I want you think really hard. Think back to that mission. Are you there?"
"Yes." Sydney answered her voice breathy and calm.
"I want you to tell me what you see."
"I see....I see a long hallway."
"What color is it? Is it lighted?"
"The walls and the tiles are white. I feel...I feel the heat coming from the lights above my head. They're long and fluorescent."
"Good, you have a great memory Sydney." Doctor Hart said encouragingly, as if she were speaking to a small child. "What do you hear? What do you feel?"
"I feel cautious...a bit nervous." Sydney frowned. "I hear a loud clatter of metal, as if something fell."
"Go towards the sound, Sydney. What do you see now?"
"I see blood...a lot of it...on the ground. It's a thick ribbon of red, almost like a trail."
"Are you going to follow the trail, Sydney?" Doctor Hart asked.
"Yes." Sydney's calm body tensed.
"What happened, Sydney?" Doctor Hart asked. "Did you see something?"
"I see somebody slumped on the floor. He's bleeding from the chest. He's been shot."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm bending down to check if he's alive."
"Is he?"
"No." Sydney answered.
"Do you hear something, Sydney?"
"Yes. Soft footsteps from behind."
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm fighting her."
"Are you attacks successful?"
"No...She's strong, quick reflexes..."
Sydney took a sharp intake of air.
"What happened, Sydney?"
"She knocked my gun out of my hand and she kicked me."
"In the stomach?"
"Yes." Sydney said nodding, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Vaughn reached up and brushed them away with his thumb, never letting go of his hold on her hand.
"Are you on the ground?"
"Yes. She's bending over me."
"Do you know who it is, Sydney? Can you tell from behind the mask?"
Silence followed.
"Yes." Sydney whispered. "I know who it is."
"Okay. Sydney, you did an amazing job. I'm sorry you had to go through the pain again, but I'm going to bring you back now. I want you to relax your mind as much as you can. Are you still with me Sydney?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, deep breaths, okay? Count when you inhale. When I count to five, I want you to open your eyes and focus, okay? One....Two....Three....Four....Five....open your eyes."
Sydney's eyes fluttered open and she was suddenly aware of Vaughn's tight grip on her hand. She turned her head to look at him, and he quickly loosened his grip and withdrew his hand, slightly embarrassed.
Jack strode into the room and looked at Sydney with worried eyes.
"Are you okay, Sydney?"
"I'm fine, Dad." She said wearily.
"Tell me who it was."
"It was the woman who was pretending to be Mariana Veltri in Venezuela."
"Are you sure?" Jack asked.
"I'm positive. When she kicked me...it was as if she KNEW that I was pregnant. It was as if she wanted me to miscarry."
Jack inhaled sharply, his anger beginning to get the better of him.
"Don't worry, Sydney. I'll take care of this." He said and walked quickly out of the room.
"I better go." Vaughn said, rising from the chair. He saw Sydney's pleading eyes and added, "I'll follow your dad."
"Thank you."
Vaughn nodded and walked past Doctor Hart who was entering the charcoal room to assist Sydney in removing the numerous wires.
"I hope that helped you in your search, Sydney."
"It did...thank you."
"It was my pleasure."
Doctor Hart reached up to remove a wire, but Sydney stopped her.
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"Can we go further...after the incident? Maybe, if I woke up but I wasn't aware..." Sydney ventured.
"Of course...I want you to do exactly like you did earlier."
Sydney complied and moments later she was back at the sub conscious pool.
"It's going to be harder this time, Sydney, because you won't remember this incident but I want you to think as hard as you can. I want you to think about perhaps, sleeping or being airlifted out of the building. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, Sydney, what do you see?"
"I see....medical equipment, monitors, doctors, and...."
"And?" Doctor Hart prompted.
"That's it." Sydney lied.
"Do you know where you are?"
"In a hospital."
"The one in Los Angeles?"
"No...I think I'm in Maryland."
"Yes, you were. That's good. Do you want to go any further?"
"No."
"Okay...Clear your mind and when I count to five....open your eyes."
Sydney's eyes shot open upon command.
"Did you find what you wanted?" Doctor Hart asked casually. She knew that there was something Sydney wasn't telling her.
"Yea...I just wanted know where I was before I was transferred to Los Angeles." Sydney lied again.
She and Doctor Hart removed the wires from her head and Sydney climbed out of the chair and walked into the hallway with Doctor Hart walking behind her. She waved to Doctor Hart and started the long trek down the hallway to the elevator.
"Good luck, Sydney." Doctor Hart said suddenly and walked into her office.
Sydney whirled around and stared intently at the wall that Doctor Hart had been leaning on. Sydney knew that Doctor Hart had caught on to her lie, but she couldn't shake what she had seen and heard from her mind.
Her heels clicked on the tile and she stepped into the elevator, leaning her head against the wall.
She had seen Vaughn. His jade eyes had been watching her with such concern and anxiety that she had barely been able to breathe. She felt his strong hold on her hand, as if he feared that if he let go she would disappear. But most of all, she remembered his words.
'Don't leave me, Sydney. I'm here. I'm here for you. Just...just don't leave me.'
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Author's Note: Whoa...that was a long chapter! Welps, can't make a long chapter's note and answer everybody's questions (although I will get to that) because I have two people on my tail getting me to upload! (LOL. Laura and H)
For the code, just take the first letter of every word and put it together. HAVE ARRIVED is capitalized and is therefore NOT part of the code.
Yes, Sydney was kind of...irked...because Scott called her "Syd" and that's like a "Vaughn-thing" just like her calling him Vaughn instead of Michael is a "Syd-thing".
Special thanks to everybody that reviewed!!!
Jen
Sydney lied, unmoving, on her bed in the quietness of the large master bedroom. She hadn't seen Scott in three days; as his beeper seemed to always go off whenever they had a chance to talk and when he got back from the hospital, Sydney would either be asleep or at work. She couldn't help but wonder if his hectic schedule was intentional and his discreet way of avoiding her.
Her beeper started to vibrate and beep continuously, relentlessly. Groaning, she rolled over onto her side and fumbled around in her bed stand drawer, her hand disgustedly pushing a large handgun to the back before extracting the beeper. After quieting the noise that had shattered the tranquility and calm of the house, and turning off the lights that flashed brilliant green, she rubbed her sleep filled eyes and focused on the letters of screen.
Sighing loudly to herself, she flung the white down comforter off her body and shivered before stumbling off into the bathroom.
--
Twenty minutes later, Sydney walked into the debriefing and sat silently into her seat.
"You're late." Kendall stated, shuffling the papers on his desk.
"It's my day off." Sydney replied dryly, crossing her arms and leaning into her seat.
Kendall gave her a look that showed that he was openly annoyed and began passing out the stacks of papers. He retrieved pictures from the database and they flitted onto the large screen and onto the ones in front of the agents.
"Is that Jacobins-Robespierre?" Mark asked, his mind clicking in recognition.
"Yes it is." Jack answered.
"He looks different." Vaughn remarked, creases forming on his forehead as he studied the picture, trying to see what had changed.
"Our analysts noticed that too, Agent Vaughn." Kendall said. The picture zoomed in to a close up and eventually the graphic image transformed into a computer created x-ray of the facial bones. "The cheek bones, for one, are higher up than they were the last time you met him. The nose construction is different and in the skull, this man has two more bones than the last Jacobins-Robespierre did."
"Were there any records or sightings of him walking into a doctor's office?" Ana asked.
"None at all," Jack replied. "But that's not unusual. As a man of his power and standing, he would probably have the doctor come to him and have extremely secret medical visits to ensure that nobody knows of his vulnerability."
"That's not the problem...is it?" Sydney asked.
"No, it's not." Kendall replied.
"We're most concerned about the two additional bones in the skull. With Marshall's help, we were able to come up with the x-ray and have a precise measurement of skin and bone density." Jack continued. "The bones are real and they weren't inserted."
"So, how'd they do it?" James asked.
"We don't know."
"Is it that unusual that he has two additional bones?" Mark asked.
"According to the doctors, no it is not usual to have additional bones in your skull, but the question is 'how did it get there' if he didn't have them two months ago? They weren't inserted. There is no possibility for them to appear in this stage of his life."
"Are you trying to imply that there are TWO Jacobins-Robespierres?" Vaughn asked incredulously.
"Not two. Just one. Well...one REAL one, at least."
"That's impossible." Sydney said, almost laughing out of frustration. "I destroyed that lab myself. I saw it become obliterated. I almost got SHOT because I destroyed that lab. It's impossible."
"I'm sorry, but you should know by now, Agent Voyer. In this game, nothing is impossible."
--
"Sydney!" Jack called, causing her to slow and wait for him. The debriefing had just ended and she had walked out quickly in a daze of confusion and irritability. "Come with me." He said, taking her arm and leading her into the elevator.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"We're almost there." He said.
The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. He led her into a private office and after leaving for two minutes, he returned with a pretty middle-aged woman following behind him. She smiled kindly at Sydney.
"Hello, Sydney. I'm Doctor Hart."
"It's nice to meet you, Doctor Hart."
"Likewise," she said.
"I really don't mean to be rude, but what exactly am I doing here?"
"I understand that you recently lost your unborn child."
Sydney sucked in her breath and looked over at her father and then back at Doctor Hart who was sitting behind her desk.
"Yes...but I'm still not sure how this relates."
"Your father is aware of your dislike of Gerard and he approached me, in hopes that I would be able to help you. I normally am the psychologist for high level agents, but I told your father that I would help you, after I heard what had happened."
"That's very kind of you, but I won't need your services." Sydney said, rising from her chair. "Thank you, though."
"Sydney. Sit down." Jack commanded, blocking her departure.
"Excuse me, Dad. I have work."
"You're not going anywhere."
"Yes, I am."
"I don't think you're aware of how this could benefit you." Jack said quietly, through clenched teeth, his eyes flickering to Doctor Hart who sat patiently in her chair.
"Yes, I do! She's going to shrink me and think that she's made me better. But she won't. I'll still carry around the pain and the guilt..." Sydney hissed back.
"She's not going to shrink you, Sydney. She's one of the best hypnotists in the Agency."
"I don't want to relive it, Dad." Sydney said, understanding beginning to sink in. "I don't think I could handle it."
"If you go through with this, you'll know who....who did this to you."
Sydney bit her lower lip in concentration. She closed her eyes and opened them again to look Jack in the eyes.
"Okay....Okay. I'll do it."
Jack nodded in response and led Sydney back to the chair.
"You made the right choice, Sydney." Doctor Hart said. "We can get started immediately if you like."
"That would be fine."
The three walked into a blindingly white room where numerous computers and machines were set up. Jack sat in one of the vacant chairs while Doctor Hart led Sydney into a charcoal gray room, separated from the white one by a thick sheet of glass.
Sydney sat into the patient's chair and willingly allowed Doctor Hart to hook her up to various monitors. Doctor Hart explained what each one did, but Sydney unwittingly tuned her out, her nerves beginning to stand on edge with the prospect of having to relive that day.
"Okay. We're almost ready."
"Almost?" Sydney asked quizzically.
Doctor Hart nodded.
"I'll be right back. Don't worry. Try to calm down."
Sydney exhaled a long breath and stared at her father in the white room, her image reflecting back to her. She looked in confusion as she saw that she was barely recognizable to herself. The wires cluttered her face and head, her eyes raw and dry from the constant tears, her nose red from boxes and boxes of tissues, and her smile that was ever so-present before had disappeared.
The door that Doctor Hart had exited creaked open and she came in with somebody trailing behind her, in what seemed unsure and untarried steps, eventually approaching the patient's chair that Sydney was lying in. Doctor Hart walked across the charcoal room and entered to white one to sit with Jack.
"Vaughn?" Sydney asked in confusion.
"Hi, Syd." He greeted, pulling up an uncomfortable looking plastic chair to sit beside her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know." He said honestly, shrugging.
They both looked to Jack and Doctor Hart for answers, receiving none.
"I understand that this might be an uncomfortable situation for you both concerning your history together, but I want you to think past that. Agent Vaughn is here because I believe that he will trigger memories that you may not be aware that you had or memories that were blocked by your concussion." Doctor Hart said, her voice ringing clearly into the room.
The two agents nodded.
"Now, Agent Vaughn, I want you to take Sydney's hand. Sydney, I want you to close your eyes and start counting every breath that you exhale. Clear your mind, relax."
Sydney obeyed and she could feel herself slipping into the dark pool of sub consciousness. She counted every breath she exhaled, but she could feel her own eagerness to begin swimming laps in that dark pool.
"Good, Sydney. You're doing great." Doctor Hart's voice came, soothingly. "Now I want you think really hard. Think back to that mission. Are you there?"
"Yes." Sydney answered her voice breathy and calm.
"I want you to tell me what you see."
"I see....I see a long hallway."
"What color is it? Is it lighted?"
"The walls and the tiles are white. I feel...I feel the heat coming from the lights above my head. They're long and fluorescent."
"Good, you have a great memory Sydney." Doctor Hart said encouragingly, as if she were speaking to a small child. "What do you hear? What do you feel?"
"I feel cautious...a bit nervous." Sydney frowned. "I hear a loud clatter of metal, as if something fell."
"Go towards the sound, Sydney. What do you see now?"
"I see blood...a lot of it...on the ground. It's a thick ribbon of red, almost like a trail."
"Are you going to follow the trail, Sydney?" Doctor Hart asked.
"Yes." Sydney's calm body tensed.
"What happened, Sydney?" Doctor Hart asked. "Did you see something?"
"I see somebody slumped on the floor. He's bleeding from the chest. He's been shot."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm bending down to check if he's alive."
"Is he?"
"No." Sydney answered.
"Do you hear something, Sydney?"
"Yes. Soft footsteps from behind."
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm fighting her."
"Are you attacks successful?"
"No...She's strong, quick reflexes..."
Sydney took a sharp intake of air.
"What happened, Sydney?"
"She knocked my gun out of my hand and she kicked me."
"In the stomach?"
"Yes." Sydney said nodding, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Vaughn reached up and brushed them away with his thumb, never letting go of his hold on her hand.
"Are you on the ground?"
"Yes. She's bending over me."
"Do you know who it is, Sydney? Can you tell from behind the mask?"
Silence followed.
"Yes." Sydney whispered. "I know who it is."
"Okay. Sydney, you did an amazing job. I'm sorry you had to go through the pain again, but I'm going to bring you back now. I want you to relax your mind as much as you can. Are you still with me Sydney?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, deep breaths, okay? Count when you inhale. When I count to five, I want you to open your eyes and focus, okay? One....Two....Three....Four....Five....open your eyes."
Sydney's eyes fluttered open and she was suddenly aware of Vaughn's tight grip on her hand. She turned her head to look at him, and he quickly loosened his grip and withdrew his hand, slightly embarrassed.
Jack strode into the room and looked at Sydney with worried eyes.
"Are you okay, Sydney?"
"I'm fine, Dad." She said wearily.
"Tell me who it was."
"It was the woman who was pretending to be Mariana Veltri in Venezuela."
"Are you sure?" Jack asked.
"I'm positive. When she kicked me...it was as if she KNEW that I was pregnant. It was as if she wanted me to miscarry."
Jack inhaled sharply, his anger beginning to get the better of him.
"Don't worry, Sydney. I'll take care of this." He said and walked quickly out of the room.
"I better go." Vaughn said, rising from the chair. He saw Sydney's pleading eyes and added, "I'll follow your dad."
"Thank you."
Vaughn nodded and walked past Doctor Hart who was entering the charcoal room to assist Sydney in removing the numerous wires.
"I hope that helped you in your search, Sydney."
"It did...thank you."
"It was my pleasure."
Doctor Hart reached up to remove a wire, but Sydney stopped her.
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"Can we go further...after the incident? Maybe, if I woke up but I wasn't aware..." Sydney ventured.
"Of course...I want you to do exactly like you did earlier."
Sydney complied and moments later she was back at the sub conscious pool.
"It's going to be harder this time, Sydney, because you won't remember this incident but I want you to think as hard as you can. I want you to think about perhaps, sleeping or being airlifted out of the building. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, Sydney, what do you see?"
"I see....medical equipment, monitors, doctors, and...."
"And?" Doctor Hart prompted.
"That's it." Sydney lied.
"Do you know where you are?"
"In a hospital."
"The one in Los Angeles?"
"No...I think I'm in Maryland."
"Yes, you were. That's good. Do you want to go any further?"
"No."
"Okay...Clear your mind and when I count to five....open your eyes."
Sydney's eyes shot open upon command.
"Did you find what you wanted?" Doctor Hart asked casually. She knew that there was something Sydney wasn't telling her.
"Yea...I just wanted know where I was before I was transferred to Los Angeles." Sydney lied again.
She and Doctor Hart removed the wires from her head and Sydney climbed out of the chair and walked into the hallway with Doctor Hart walking behind her. She waved to Doctor Hart and started the long trek down the hallway to the elevator.
"Good luck, Sydney." Doctor Hart said suddenly and walked into her office.
Sydney whirled around and stared intently at the wall that Doctor Hart had been leaning on. Sydney knew that Doctor Hart had caught on to her lie, but she couldn't shake what she had seen and heard from her mind.
Her heels clicked on the tile and she stepped into the elevator, leaning her head against the wall.
She had seen Vaughn. His jade eyes had been watching her with such concern and anxiety that she had barely been able to breathe. She felt his strong hold on her hand, as if he feared that if he let go she would disappear. But most of all, she remembered his words.
'Don't leave me, Sydney. I'm here. I'm here for you. Just...just don't leave me.'
--
Author's Note: Whoa...that was a long chapter! Welps, can't make a long chapter's note and answer everybody's questions (although I will get to that) because I have two people on my tail getting me to upload! (LOL. Laura and H)
For the code, just take the first letter of every word and put it together. HAVE ARRIVED is capitalized and is therefore NOT part of the code.
Yes, Sydney was kind of...irked...because Scott called her "Syd" and that's like a "Vaughn-thing" just like her calling him Vaughn instead of Michael is a "Syd-thing".
Special thanks to everybody that reviewed!!!
Jen