Sydney pushed herself up against the wall directly outside the doors of the room she'd just left. She needed the support or she feared she'd collapse right there in the Centre. She took a few calming breaths, that, to be honest, didn't do very much. Syd focused on calming herself down and collecting herself together, all the while focusing on many questions.
'What was he thinking? He knows she's Covenant...All this time? And he played along with it? Does Lauren know more about those two years of my life? Does that mean Vaughn is really married?'
That last thought made her stand straight up on her own. However, another passing question brought on an unwanted wave of nausea and sent her backwards towards the wall again.
'Is Vaughn Covenant too?'
Sydney shook her head and dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it came. There was no way Michael Vaughn was working against the CIA. She knew him and he...
Mid-thought she stopped herself. She realized she didn't know him at all. Not anymore. So much had changed in those twenty four months. More then either of them would like to have admitted to.
By this time Vaughn himself had exited the room and was standing in front of her. He went to speak but she cut him off, bringing her hand up to hault his words.
"Sydney..."
She sucked in a quick breath before letting it rush out in words.
"Don't Vaughn. I hope, for your sake, that you are telling the truth. Because if your story doesn't check out..."
She stopped, not wanting to imagine what would happen if it didn't.
Her forcefull and hurried demeanor was quickly replaced by the cool calm one as she tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear and pushed past him, heading to her desk.
She left Vaughn standing there looking like a puppy who had just been scolded by his master. He turned in a trance as his eyes followed her trail.
He did it. He did it again. He was the one that was causing her pain, again. He managed to hurt yet once more, the one person in the world that he couldn't stand to see suffer. He was getting really very good at it.
But she didn't understand. He was only doing his job. And he was about to head over to her and let her know that when Jack Bristow came up next to him and in his stictly buisness voice spoke in hushed tones to Vaughn.
"Sydney is going to begin to construct her own investigation. Make sure you've covered your tracks Mr. Vaughn. We can't take the risk."
Jack glanced over Vaughn's now expressionless face and concluded he'd done his job and everything was taken care of. Once Vaughn nodded, Jack stalked off towards his daughter.
He watched them. Sydney looked no more troubled then she had before she stepped into the room.
Damn she was good at that. But Vaughn could see right through her. Inside, all she wanted to do was fall apart.
However, as much as he wanted to fix everything he'd just screwed up, he pushed himslef off the wall and headed for the doors.
He had to pick his wife up from the airport.
'What was he thinking? He knows she's Covenant...All this time? And he played along with it? Does Lauren know more about those two years of my life? Does that mean Vaughn is really married?'
That last thought made her stand straight up on her own. However, another passing question brought on an unwanted wave of nausea and sent her backwards towards the wall again.
'Is Vaughn Covenant too?'
Sydney shook her head and dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it came. There was no way Michael Vaughn was working against the CIA. She knew him and he...
Mid-thought she stopped herself. She realized she didn't know him at all. Not anymore. So much had changed in those twenty four months. More then either of them would like to have admitted to.
By this time Vaughn himself had exited the room and was standing in front of her. He went to speak but she cut him off, bringing her hand up to hault his words.
"Sydney..."
She sucked in a quick breath before letting it rush out in words.
"Don't Vaughn. I hope, for your sake, that you are telling the truth. Because if your story doesn't check out..."
She stopped, not wanting to imagine what would happen if it didn't.
Her forcefull and hurried demeanor was quickly replaced by the cool calm one as she tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear and pushed past him, heading to her desk.
She left Vaughn standing there looking like a puppy who had just been scolded by his master. He turned in a trance as his eyes followed her trail.
He did it. He did it again. He was the one that was causing her pain, again. He managed to hurt yet once more, the one person in the world that he couldn't stand to see suffer. He was getting really very good at it.
But she didn't understand. He was only doing his job. And he was about to head over to her and let her know that when Jack Bristow came up next to him and in his stictly buisness voice spoke in hushed tones to Vaughn.
"Sydney is going to begin to construct her own investigation. Make sure you've covered your tracks Mr. Vaughn. We can't take the risk."
Jack glanced over Vaughn's now expressionless face and concluded he'd done his job and everything was taken care of. Once Vaughn nodded, Jack stalked off towards his daughter.
He watched them. Sydney looked no more troubled then she had before she stepped into the room.
Damn she was good at that. But Vaughn could see right through her. Inside, all she wanted to do was fall apart.
However, as much as he wanted to fix everything he'd just screwed up, he pushed himslef off the wall and headed for the doors.
He had to pick his wife up from the airport.