Time reaching the early morning hours, Sydney sat on her bed, legs crossed in that twisted Indian style. There was a glass of red wine on the night stand beside her, papers and folders spread out in a disarray in front of her. She'd been pouring over reports, studies, research, briefs and debriefs for hours on end it seemed. Everything she'd managed to gather on "Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn" stared her in the face. It was like a puzzle, only not one piece fit with another. She was at her end. A dead end. The information was, by now, burned into her brain she'd looked at each piece with such care.
"Damn it."
Letting out an exasperated sigh, she'd throw herself backwards onto the mound of pillows that were propped up behind her.
Jesus she didn't even know what she was looking for.
"Get a grip Syd...there has to be something. There's always something..."
She'd mumble under her breath feeling like what she was looking for was staring her right in the face, yet she still couldn't find it. A missing link perhaps that wasn't allowing her to hook Vaughn to anything.
But still. He knew. At some point, in the two long years she'd been Julia Thorne, he'd managed to get himself married to an undercover covenant spy and he knew it....How does that happen?!
Suddenly she found her thoughts drifting and a small smile touched her lips...
"So I did it..."
"Did what?"
"Booked the hotel"
I remember not believing what he'd just said. I was so overjoyed at the fact of getting away with just Vaughn. Not Agent and former Handler...Just Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn...
"Vaughn"
She'd snap back to the cruel present that had become her life. And unbeknownst to her, by now tears started to fall from her eyes.
It hurts to think of how happy we were. It hurts even more to realize that happiness may not exist ever again in either of our worlds. I know he loves her...or loved her...
Sydney jumped off her bed starring at the papers. All this time she'd been looking for the answers to the wrong questions. She was trying to find out something that would make Vaughn innocent and Lauren the ultimate evil. Well, of course Lauren was the evil one...
"She works for the covenant"
Sydney spat out in an overtly obvious way to the empty and dimly lit room.
A delicate hand would run down her face as she turned her back to the bed and picked up her glass up to drain the red sweet liquid. She could feel her exhaustion taking over and decided it best to quit for the night and get some rest. There was a long day awaiting her, facing Lauren, Vaughn. Both of them, together. Smiles included. The very thought made her skin all but crawl as she transferred the documents from her bed to the floor in the designated piles. Then she'd climb into her oversized bed and after about an hour more of tossing theories back and forth in her mind, Sydney fell into a restless sleep...and a dream that would provide more then enough questions.
"Damn it."
Letting out an exasperated sigh, she'd throw herself backwards onto the mound of pillows that were propped up behind her.
Jesus she didn't even know what she was looking for.
"Get a grip Syd...there has to be something. There's always something..."
She'd mumble under her breath feeling like what she was looking for was staring her right in the face, yet she still couldn't find it. A missing link perhaps that wasn't allowing her to hook Vaughn to anything.
But still. He knew. At some point, in the two long years she'd been Julia Thorne, he'd managed to get himself married to an undercover covenant spy and he knew it....How does that happen?!
Suddenly she found her thoughts drifting and a small smile touched her lips...
"So I did it..."
"Did what?"
"Booked the hotel"
I remember not believing what he'd just said. I was so overjoyed at the fact of getting away with just Vaughn. Not Agent and former Handler...Just Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn...
"Vaughn"
She'd snap back to the cruel present that had become her life. And unbeknownst to her, by now tears started to fall from her eyes.
It hurts to think of how happy we were. It hurts even more to realize that happiness may not exist ever again in either of our worlds. I know he loves her...or loved her...
Sydney jumped off her bed starring at the papers. All this time she'd been looking for the answers to the wrong questions. She was trying to find out something that would make Vaughn innocent and Lauren the ultimate evil. Well, of course Lauren was the evil one...
"She works for the covenant"
Sydney spat out in an overtly obvious way to the empty and dimly lit room.
A delicate hand would run down her face as she turned her back to the bed and picked up her glass up to drain the red sweet liquid. She could feel her exhaustion taking over and decided it best to quit for the night and get some rest. There was a long day awaiting her, facing Lauren, Vaughn. Both of them, together. Smiles included. The very thought made her skin all but crawl as she transferred the documents from her bed to the floor in the designated piles. Then she'd climb into her oversized bed and after about an hour more of tossing theories back and forth in her mind, Sydney fell into a restless sleep...and a dream that would provide more then enough questions.