Title: This Tear
Author: SydGillyKC
Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews and thanks to everyone who wished me luck on my paper. It's all finished and turned in, finally. Sorry this chapter took me a while. I started it last weekend, but this week was just not good. I got rejected from my first choice college, so that was not fun. And then we had a lot of problems with the tennis team this week, because everyone's complaining about their placement. It was just a long week. But here it is finally! I'm sorry if the story starts to get a little dark and depressing again. I find that sometimes my feelings come out in my writing, and I'm still trying to get over my rejection. I promise it won't be sad forever!
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"Your dad just called," Vaughn said. Her face instantly grew serious and she sat up.
"What'd he say?"
"He said that they finally have a plan to get back into SD-6, and they're going to put it into action as soon as possible."
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Chapter 15: A New Plan
"Thank God! Did he tell you anything about the plan?" Sydney asked excitedly.
"Yeah, he told me a few details. He said that they managed to hack into part of SD-6's computer network. They found out that Dixon was just on a two-week long mission and is being given next week off. So your dad is having agents extract him from his home and take him to your father's safe- house. He's going to try to talk Dixon into being a double agent," Vaughn explained.
"Oh my God. what if Dixon doesn't believe him?"
"Then they'll have to take him into CIA custody, but your father's hoping it won't come to that. They're gathering evidence to show him as we speak," Vaughn told her.
"All those times I wanted to tell Dixon and bring him in, but I didn't so he wouldn't have to put his family at risk. And now he has to do it anyway," Sydney said, sighing.
"Well, you kept him out of danger for as long as you could. You should be relieved. He'll finally know the truth," Vaughn said.
"Yeah, and he'll hate me for it," Sydney predicted.
"He'll probably be angry, yes. But he'll understand. He has to," Vaughn assured her.
"Will they tell him I'm alive?" She asked.
"If he agrees to join, probably," Vaughn replied.
"Good. One less person I have to lie to if we ever go back."
"*When* we go back," Vaughn corrected her. She shook her head in amusement.
"The optimism," she said with a smile.
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Sydney's resumption of radiation treatments also meant an entire day of testing. She and Dr. Anderson had left early in the morning and wouldn't return until evening. Weiss spent the entire day on his computer, and Vaughn, having nothing else to do, pulled out his own laptop for once. He tried to think of something somewhat productive to do, but couldn't come up with anything. His thoughts, as usual, wandered to Sydney. He suddenly found himself going to a search engine and entering "brain tumors" out of curiosity. A whole list of sites came up. He scrolled down a bit until he found one about treating brain tumors. He instantly clicked on it.
The first thing he read was that there were two different types of brain tumors: primary and secondary. He determined Sydney's tumor was primary because it started in her brain and wasn't the product of another tumor spreading. He then went on to read that brain tumors were rarely cancerous. He'd had no idea how rare Sydney's condition was. Did that mean effective treatments were rare too? He scrolled through a list of chemotherapies and radiations, but the large medical words only confused and overwhelmed him. He then saw a link titled "clinical trials" and clicked on it, recognizing the name as what Dr. Anderson had mentioned the new chemo as being.
"Some tumors are treatable with specific radiations or chemotherapies, but many are not. Clinical trials are usually attempted when there is no known treatment completely effective for the type of tumor. These are experimental the best way to access the latest technology in treating brain tumors," Vaughn read. Suddenly a million thoughts raced through his head.
No known effective treatment? Did that mean they were suddenly shooting in the dark? But the original doctor, though he'd been an SD-6 doctor, had told her that she had a 50% chance of complete recovery. Had that changed when conventional chemo had failed her? The thought had never really occurred to him before. Or had the doctor lied to them from the beginning? It wasn't like someone working for Sloane could exactly be considered trustworthy. Maybe her chances had always been worse than they thought.
Vaughn abruptly shut his computer, unable to read any further. He didn't care what any website said, Sydney was going to be okay. To him, there was no alternative in this situation. Sighing, he wandered out of his room in search of something else to keep him occupied until Sydney returned from her day of testing.
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Sydney and Dr. Anderson returned at nine that night. Vaughn was sitting at the table when they walked in. He saw Dr. Anderson say something to Sydney and then he turned and waved at Vaughn. He waved back and the doctor turned and left, leaving Vaughn and Sydney alone in the room. He got up from his chair and she turned and looked at him. He studied her, from her light blue track pants to her long-sleeved white cotton shirt. She almost looked like a normal person coming back from a walk. But the mask over her nose and mouth was a painful reminder of reality: that she was not normal. Her life was being threatened by forces both inside and outside her own body, and she was fighting to stay alive every second.
She suddenly crossed the room and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his shoulder and did the same. He rested his head against her hair, closing his eyes and relaxing completely into the embrace. His hands rubbed soothing circles on her back and he heard her sigh. His arms automatically tightened around her, holding her as close as physically possible.
"You okay?" He asked softly into her ear. She nodded against his chest. "Long day?" He tried again. She didn't nod this time, but he took the sudden tightening in her hold on him as a yes. He held her for another minute before pulling back slightly, his hands coming up to frame her face. He looked into her eyes before giving her a lingering kiss in the forehead, wishing she could remove the mask so he could kiss her lips, but knowing it was impossible. He pulled back to look in her eyes again.
"You want to go take a nap?" He asked. She immediately shook her head.
"I don't want to sleep," she replied through the mask.
"You should at least lie down for a little while," Vaughn suggested. "You look tired."
"Thank you," she said sarcastically. "I already finished all my books. I have nothing to do."
"You finished all those already?" Vaughn asked, surprised.
"I'm a fast reader," she told him.
"I guess so," he said, laughing a little. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's see what's on TV." Though he couldn't see her mouth, her eyes told him she was smiling. She gripped his hand and followed him over to the couch.
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Almost two hours later, Weiss wandered out into the main room. He saw the television was on, but the volume was low. He came a little closer and saw Vaughn's head resting on the arm of the couch.
"Hey man," he greeted. "Syd home yet?" Vaughn held a finger up to his lips. Weiss gave him a questioning look and walked a little closer. He then saw Sydney laying there, her head pillowed against Vaughn's chest and her eyes closed. Weiss looked at Vaughn, his eyebrows raised. Vaughn rolled his eyes.
"She okay?" Weiss whispered. Vaughn nodded.
"Long day," Vaughn replied, equally quiet.
"Any results?"
"Not yet." Weiss nodded.
"Don't mind me. I just needed some water," he said, walking over to the kitchen. He walked back in Vaughn's direction a minute later, glass of water in hand.
"Any word on Dixon?" Vaughn asked.
"He's being extracted tomorrow. They're supposed to keep us updated," Weiss replied. Vaughn nodded. Weiss suddenly smiled at him.
"What?" Vaughn asked, confused.
"You should move her to her bed soon. And you know, I'd be nothing but supportive if you ended up there too," he said, smiling. Vaughn shook his head, picked up a pillow from the couch, and tossed it at Weiss, careful not to jostle Sydney in the process. Weiss laughed and put up his hands in surrender. "I was just saying."
"Just go to bed," Vaughn told him, still shaking his head.
"I'm going, I'm going," he said, walking down the hall. Vaughn sighed and turned his attention back to Sydney. She hadn't even stirred. Vaughn realized she must have been even more exhausted than he'd thought. Weiss was right, though. As comfortable as she looked laying against him, he needed to get her into her own bed so she could get a decent night's sleep. Making up his mind, he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, gently pulling her out of her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him. He smiled at her.
"Hi," she whispered, closing her eyes again and nuzzling her head against his chest.
"I thought you said you weren't tired," Vaughn reminded her.
"I wasn't," she mumbled against his shirt, causing him to chuckle.
"Liar," he said. "Come on, let's get you to bed." She groaned.
"That's a whole forty feet from here," she whined. He laughed.
"I never thought I'd see the day where super-spy Sydney Bristow complained about walking forty feet," he joked.
"Yeah, well you didn't have a huge needle shoved in your back today," she defended. The comment was meant as a joke, but she felt Vaughn's body stiffen when she said it and realized she probably shouldn't have. She lifted her head off his chest and looked up at him.
"Vaughn."
"In your back?" He asked, his voice and expression both pained.
"Just a bone marrow aspiration. I'm okay," she assured him. He wasn't ready to let it go, though.
"Did it hurt?" He asked, needing to know. She looked at him for a long moment before sighing and looking down.
"Honestly? Yes. But it's fine now, just a little sore," she admitted. He nodded slowly. She pushed herself off his chest, stretched, and stood up. "Come on," she said, holding out her hand. He took it, letting her help pull him off the couch.
"Do you want some pain medication?" He asked once he was standing and facing her.
"No. Let's just go to bed," she replied. Needing no further encouragement, he wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her towards her room.
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A loud knocking on the door at nine the next morning brought Sydney and Vaughn out of their slumber. It took them a minute to come to their senses and realize someone was knocking on the bedroom door.
"Damn, it's already nine!" Vaughn exclaimed quietly. "It's gotta be Weiss."
"Let me get it. Maybe he won't figure out you're in here," she suggested. Vaughn nodded. The knocking continued on the door. "Hold on!" She got up and opened the door just enough for him to see her but nothing else in the room. Weiss looked anxious. "What's up?" She asked him. He rolled his eyes.
"I already know he's in there, you don't have to hide him," he told her. She sighed in defeat and opened the door the rest of the way, letting Weiss in. Vaughn moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing them.
"What's going on?" Vaughn asked, surprised Weiss hadn't yet made a wise-ass comment on him being there.
"We just got word. They extracted Dixon early this morning. He'd with your dad now. I thought you'd want to know," Weiss told them.
"Did they say how he's taking the news? Does he believe them?" Sydney asked anxiously.
"You're dad is supposed to call us after he's done talking to Dixon. We'll find out then."
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Two hours later, they all sat around the table, playing cards in their hands. It had been a full twenty minutes of awkward silence in the beginning when Weiss had suggested they find something to keep them occupied. Sydney had gone and searched the closet they'd found Trivial Pursuit in and came back with cards. They'd been playing for the last hour, each wishing the phone would just ring already so they could be told what was happening.
"Syd, your turn," Vaughn said, nudging her gently. She snapped out of her daze.
"What? Oh, sorry," she said, picking up a card and discarding another one. "Gin rumy," she said, putting down her hand.
"That's the third time in a row she's won!" Weiss said, slamming his cards on the table in frustration.
"Sorry," Sydney said, gathering the cards to shuffle them. The phone suddenly rang and they all looked at each other wide-eyed before Sydney jumped up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Sydney?" She heard her father ask.
"Dad, hi."
"How are you?" He asked.
"I'm okay, Dad. How are you?"
"Fine. How's your new treatment going?"
"Pretty well, but I'd rather get into details some other time. Did you talk to Dixon?" She finally asked.
"Yes, they just took him to a different safe house. I need to talk to Agent Weiss first, though. Don't worry, I'll have him tell you everything, but can you put him on the phone?" Jack asked.
"Sure, hold on," she said.
"Sydney, wait. Take care of yourself," her father said sincerely. Sydney smiled.
"You too, Dad," she told him before handing the phone to Weiss. "He needs to talk to you," she explained as Weiss took the phone. Vaughn and Sydney both watched Weiss, trying to gain as much information as possible from the one-sided conversation. It was about five more minutes when Weiss finally hung up and turned to them.
"What'd he say?" Sydney asked. "Is Dixon going to join?"
"Well, he was pretty shocked apparently, but that's to be expected. They showed him CIA files, though they can't take him to headquarters until he's agreed to join. Your father said the thing he seemed to have the hardest time believing was the fact that you're still alive," Weiss said to Sydney. "I guess he went to your funeral, and he's pretty convinced that you died. Your dad told him you were in hiding, but he didn't seem to believe it completely. So your dad made a deal with him. They're going to fly him out here, sedated of course, and he said that if you're really alive and can corroborate the whole story, he'll join."
"When's he being flown out?" Vaughn asked.
"Tomorrow."
To be continued.
A/N: Hope you liked the chapter! I told you some regulars on the show would make an appearance soon! It took a little longer than I anticipated, but what can I say? There's just so much I wanted to write about lol. So please review and let me know what you think! Like I said, my week has been not so great, so some reviews could really do me a lot of good lol, even if they are constructive criticism. Just let me know what you thought!
Author: SydGillyKC
Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews and thanks to everyone who wished me luck on my paper. It's all finished and turned in, finally. Sorry this chapter took me a while. I started it last weekend, but this week was just not good. I got rejected from my first choice college, so that was not fun. And then we had a lot of problems with the tennis team this week, because everyone's complaining about their placement. It was just a long week. But here it is finally! I'm sorry if the story starts to get a little dark and depressing again. I find that sometimes my feelings come out in my writing, and I'm still trying to get over my rejection. I promise it won't be sad forever!
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"Your dad just called," Vaughn said. Her face instantly grew serious and she sat up.
"What'd he say?"
"He said that they finally have a plan to get back into SD-6, and they're going to put it into action as soon as possible."
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Chapter 15: A New Plan
"Thank God! Did he tell you anything about the plan?" Sydney asked excitedly.
"Yeah, he told me a few details. He said that they managed to hack into part of SD-6's computer network. They found out that Dixon was just on a two-week long mission and is being given next week off. So your dad is having agents extract him from his home and take him to your father's safe- house. He's going to try to talk Dixon into being a double agent," Vaughn explained.
"Oh my God. what if Dixon doesn't believe him?"
"Then they'll have to take him into CIA custody, but your father's hoping it won't come to that. They're gathering evidence to show him as we speak," Vaughn told her.
"All those times I wanted to tell Dixon and bring him in, but I didn't so he wouldn't have to put his family at risk. And now he has to do it anyway," Sydney said, sighing.
"Well, you kept him out of danger for as long as you could. You should be relieved. He'll finally know the truth," Vaughn said.
"Yeah, and he'll hate me for it," Sydney predicted.
"He'll probably be angry, yes. But he'll understand. He has to," Vaughn assured her.
"Will they tell him I'm alive?" She asked.
"If he agrees to join, probably," Vaughn replied.
"Good. One less person I have to lie to if we ever go back."
"*When* we go back," Vaughn corrected her. She shook her head in amusement.
"The optimism," she said with a smile.
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Sydney's resumption of radiation treatments also meant an entire day of testing. She and Dr. Anderson had left early in the morning and wouldn't return until evening. Weiss spent the entire day on his computer, and Vaughn, having nothing else to do, pulled out his own laptop for once. He tried to think of something somewhat productive to do, but couldn't come up with anything. His thoughts, as usual, wandered to Sydney. He suddenly found himself going to a search engine and entering "brain tumors" out of curiosity. A whole list of sites came up. He scrolled down a bit until he found one about treating brain tumors. He instantly clicked on it.
The first thing he read was that there were two different types of brain tumors: primary and secondary. He determined Sydney's tumor was primary because it started in her brain and wasn't the product of another tumor spreading. He then went on to read that brain tumors were rarely cancerous. He'd had no idea how rare Sydney's condition was. Did that mean effective treatments were rare too? He scrolled through a list of chemotherapies and radiations, but the large medical words only confused and overwhelmed him. He then saw a link titled "clinical trials" and clicked on it, recognizing the name as what Dr. Anderson had mentioned the new chemo as being.
"Some tumors are treatable with specific radiations or chemotherapies, but many are not. Clinical trials are usually attempted when there is no known treatment completely effective for the type of tumor. These are experimental the best way to access the latest technology in treating brain tumors," Vaughn read. Suddenly a million thoughts raced through his head.
No known effective treatment? Did that mean they were suddenly shooting in the dark? But the original doctor, though he'd been an SD-6 doctor, had told her that she had a 50% chance of complete recovery. Had that changed when conventional chemo had failed her? The thought had never really occurred to him before. Or had the doctor lied to them from the beginning? It wasn't like someone working for Sloane could exactly be considered trustworthy. Maybe her chances had always been worse than they thought.
Vaughn abruptly shut his computer, unable to read any further. He didn't care what any website said, Sydney was going to be okay. To him, there was no alternative in this situation. Sighing, he wandered out of his room in search of something else to keep him occupied until Sydney returned from her day of testing.
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Sydney and Dr. Anderson returned at nine that night. Vaughn was sitting at the table when they walked in. He saw Dr. Anderson say something to Sydney and then he turned and waved at Vaughn. He waved back and the doctor turned and left, leaving Vaughn and Sydney alone in the room. He got up from his chair and she turned and looked at him. He studied her, from her light blue track pants to her long-sleeved white cotton shirt. She almost looked like a normal person coming back from a walk. But the mask over her nose and mouth was a painful reminder of reality: that she was not normal. Her life was being threatened by forces both inside and outside her own body, and she was fighting to stay alive every second.
She suddenly crossed the room and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his shoulder and did the same. He rested his head against her hair, closing his eyes and relaxing completely into the embrace. His hands rubbed soothing circles on her back and he heard her sigh. His arms automatically tightened around her, holding her as close as physically possible.
"You okay?" He asked softly into her ear. She nodded against his chest. "Long day?" He tried again. She didn't nod this time, but he took the sudden tightening in her hold on him as a yes. He held her for another minute before pulling back slightly, his hands coming up to frame her face. He looked into her eyes before giving her a lingering kiss in the forehead, wishing she could remove the mask so he could kiss her lips, but knowing it was impossible. He pulled back to look in her eyes again.
"You want to go take a nap?" He asked. She immediately shook her head.
"I don't want to sleep," she replied through the mask.
"You should at least lie down for a little while," Vaughn suggested. "You look tired."
"Thank you," she said sarcastically. "I already finished all my books. I have nothing to do."
"You finished all those already?" Vaughn asked, surprised.
"I'm a fast reader," she told him.
"I guess so," he said, laughing a little. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's see what's on TV." Though he couldn't see her mouth, her eyes told him she was smiling. She gripped his hand and followed him over to the couch.
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Almost two hours later, Weiss wandered out into the main room. He saw the television was on, but the volume was low. He came a little closer and saw Vaughn's head resting on the arm of the couch.
"Hey man," he greeted. "Syd home yet?" Vaughn held a finger up to his lips. Weiss gave him a questioning look and walked a little closer. He then saw Sydney laying there, her head pillowed against Vaughn's chest and her eyes closed. Weiss looked at Vaughn, his eyebrows raised. Vaughn rolled his eyes.
"She okay?" Weiss whispered. Vaughn nodded.
"Long day," Vaughn replied, equally quiet.
"Any results?"
"Not yet." Weiss nodded.
"Don't mind me. I just needed some water," he said, walking over to the kitchen. He walked back in Vaughn's direction a minute later, glass of water in hand.
"Any word on Dixon?" Vaughn asked.
"He's being extracted tomorrow. They're supposed to keep us updated," Weiss replied. Vaughn nodded. Weiss suddenly smiled at him.
"What?" Vaughn asked, confused.
"You should move her to her bed soon. And you know, I'd be nothing but supportive if you ended up there too," he said, smiling. Vaughn shook his head, picked up a pillow from the couch, and tossed it at Weiss, careful not to jostle Sydney in the process. Weiss laughed and put up his hands in surrender. "I was just saying."
"Just go to bed," Vaughn told him, still shaking his head.
"I'm going, I'm going," he said, walking down the hall. Vaughn sighed and turned his attention back to Sydney. She hadn't even stirred. Vaughn realized she must have been even more exhausted than he'd thought. Weiss was right, though. As comfortable as she looked laying against him, he needed to get her into her own bed so she could get a decent night's sleep. Making up his mind, he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, gently pulling her out of her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him. He smiled at her.
"Hi," she whispered, closing her eyes again and nuzzling her head against his chest.
"I thought you said you weren't tired," Vaughn reminded her.
"I wasn't," she mumbled against his shirt, causing him to chuckle.
"Liar," he said. "Come on, let's get you to bed." She groaned.
"That's a whole forty feet from here," she whined. He laughed.
"I never thought I'd see the day where super-spy Sydney Bristow complained about walking forty feet," he joked.
"Yeah, well you didn't have a huge needle shoved in your back today," she defended. The comment was meant as a joke, but she felt Vaughn's body stiffen when she said it and realized she probably shouldn't have. She lifted her head off his chest and looked up at him.
"Vaughn."
"In your back?" He asked, his voice and expression both pained.
"Just a bone marrow aspiration. I'm okay," she assured him. He wasn't ready to let it go, though.
"Did it hurt?" He asked, needing to know. She looked at him for a long moment before sighing and looking down.
"Honestly? Yes. But it's fine now, just a little sore," she admitted. He nodded slowly. She pushed herself off his chest, stretched, and stood up. "Come on," she said, holding out her hand. He took it, letting her help pull him off the couch.
"Do you want some pain medication?" He asked once he was standing and facing her.
"No. Let's just go to bed," she replied. Needing no further encouragement, he wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her towards her room.
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A loud knocking on the door at nine the next morning brought Sydney and Vaughn out of their slumber. It took them a minute to come to their senses and realize someone was knocking on the bedroom door.
"Damn, it's already nine!" Vaughn exclaimed quietly. "It's gotta be Weiss."
"Let me get it. Maybe he won't figure out you're in here," she suggested. Vaughn nodded. The knocking continued on the door. "Hold on!" She got up and opened the door just enough for him to see her but nothing else in the room. Weiss looked anxious. "What's up?" She asked him. He rolled his eyes.
"I already know he's in there, you don't have to hide him," he told her. She sighed in defeat and opened the door the rest of the way, letting Weiss in. Vaughn moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing them.
"What's going on?" Vaughn asked, surprised Weiss hadn't yet made a wise-ass comment on him being there.
"We just got word. They extracted Dixon early this morning. He'd with your dad now. I thought you'd want to know," Weiss told them.
"Did they say how he's taking the news? Does he believe them?" Sydney asked anxiously.
"You're dad is supposed to call us after he's done talking to Dixon. We'll find out then."
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Two hours later, they all sat around the table, playing cards in their hands. It had been a full twenty minutes of awkward silence in the beginning when Weiss had suggested they find something to keep them occupied. Sydney had gone and searched the closet they'd found Trivial Pursuit in and came back with cards. They'd been playing for the last hour, each wishing the phone would just ring already so they could be told what was happening.
"Syd, your turn," Vaughn said, nudging her gently. She snapped out of her daze.
"What? Oh, sorry," she said, picking up a card and discarding another one. "Gin rumy," she said, putting down her hand.
"That's the third time in a row she's won!" Weiss said, slamming his cards on the table in frustration.
"Sorry," Sydney said, gathering the cards to shuffle them. The phone suddenly rang and they all looked at each other wide-eyed before Sydney jumped up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Sydney?" She heard her father ask.
"Dad, hi."
"How are you?" He asked.
"I'm okay, Dad. How are you?"
"Fine. How's your new treatment going?"
"Pretty well, but I'd rather get into details some other time. Did you talk to Dixon?" She finally asked.
"Yes, they just took him to a different safe house. I need to talk to Agent Weiss first, though. Don't worry, I'll have him tell you everything, but can you put him on the phone?" Jack asked.
"Sure, hold on," she said.
"Sydney, wait. Take care of yourself," her father said sincerely. Sydney smiled.
"You too, Dad," she told him before handing the phone to Weiss. "He needs to talk to you," she explained as Weiss took the phone. Vaughn and Sydney both watched Weiss, trying to gain as much information as possible from the one-sided conversation. It was about five more minutes when Weiss finally hung up and turned to them.
"What'd he say?" Sydney asked. "Is Dixon going to join?"
"Well, he was pretty shocked apparently, but that's to be expected. They showed him CIA files, though they can't take him to headquarters until he's agreed to join. Your father said the thing he seemed to have the hardest time believing was the fact that you're still alive," Weiss said to Sydney. "I guess he went to your funeral, and he's pretty convinced that you died. Your dad told him you were in hiding, but he didn't seem to believe it completely. So your dad made a deal with him. They're going to fly him out here, sedated of course, and he said that if you're really alive and can corroborate the whole story, he'll join."
"When's he being flown out?" Vaughn asked.
"Tomorrow."
To be continued.
A/N: Hope you liked the chapter! I told you some regulars on the show would make an appearance soon! It took a little longer than I anticipated, but what can I say? There's just so much I wanted to write about lol. So please review and let me know what you think! Like I said, my week has been not so great, so some reviews could really do me a lot of good lol, even if they are constructive criticism. Just let me know what you thought!