It was bright. The light exploded into his mind. Warmth and brightness involved him. He felt happy and loved and in a matter of seconds it was gone. The heavens just refused him as he drifted back down onto earth, a hell itself.

Vaughn didn't know what was happening. From one moment to the next emotions tricked his mind. At first he thought he was dead, but at after realization he took in his settings. He was alive, that was the only thing he knew. He was alive.

Vaughn tried to move, but he failed. He couldn't breath, yet something did for him. His eyes were blind, but they were not in darkness. Words would not come, and he felt dead to world. But with out his sight, and with out his mouth, he could still hear and that's when his thoughts entered chaos.

"I thought Julia had killed that man," A voice came quietly through the room. Vaughn perked to listen for more anticipated to hear him again. But it was not his voice that followed that remark.

A soft, tiny voice thundered into his ears instead. "Momma 'illed dat man?" Michael Vaughn gagged upon the first word. He thought it was a trick of his unconsciousness, but he was wrong.

"No, my love, why would he be here if he were dead," That was when Vaughn recognized the voice whom had first spoke, Simon.

"Why would Momma hu't him?" The little girl questioned.

Simon spoke with complete sincerity when he told her why. "They were playing a game, Michelle. You know the ones Antonio and you play. But they were playing much faster and harsher. And Momma won, but that man got hurt."

The little girl Michelle smiled. Then suddenly she bounced into the room before Simon could stop her. Shyly the child crawled up onto the bed and looked down on her mother's victim. Simon stood by the door and watched with a small smile formed on his lips.

Michael Vaughn knew she was there. He felt her crawl upon his left leg, and sit there as her small eyes drilled into him. He could not see her, but he knew that this young girl was in fact Sydney Bristow's child.

"Hi!" Michelle said to the man. After several seconds and a failed response, She spoke again to him. "You wost? I wost too, but I didn't go to the ho'pital. But then I won af'er!"

Vaughn inwardly smiled and wished to reach out and hold the toddler. If only she was his, after that though Vaughn only wished he could take it back. Sydney and him weren't meant for each other. He was with Lauren, she was going to have his children, not Sydney, she was going to marry someone and live in a white house with a picket fence and 2.5 kids. That someone would be the luckiest man in the world, and if things were different, he wished it were he.

"Bah-bye." Michelle whispered to the man before slowly getting down from the hospital bed and walking to Simon, who had watched from the side. She took his hand in hers and with one last glance at the man, the two walked out of the hospital together.

Four minutes and thirty-two seconds later Vaughn burst up in bed with sudden energy and knowledge. If it had been just several minutes earlier he could have seen the bright green eyes looking back at him. But he was too late and what he swore had happened, could have possibly been a dream.

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Weiss and three other agents entered the hospital to extract Michael Vaughn. Passing them was an apparent father and his daughter. As they entered the room Vaughn looked at them with expectance and then grinned as Weiss laughed at the situation. The three young trainees questionably looked at the duo.

Within seconds the four of the CIA agents were loaded into the van and chatting about the nest day. Agent Rogers, a 23 year old told of her up coming exams at school. Weiss pitted her and then told of his own horror stories with tests. Agent Tate and Poliare joked of the ways to cheat and get out of them. Vaughn just listened to the carefree tones and laughter of his coworkers and friend.

"So Mike, I thought she didn't slit your throat, why the silence?" Weiss asked his friend as the others quieted to listen.

Vaughn breathed in and spoke regularly and emotionless. "I'm thinking; that's all. You don't walk away from a near death moment and not think."

"What do you mean? We do it all the time!" Weiss countered with a smile telling Vaughn to continue. When he didn't and the other three went into their own conversation, Weiss knew instantly what his friend's thoughts were centered around. "She didn't want to, you know"

"I know. But it's not that."

"Care to share?"

"Nope!"

"But we're like best buds here!"

"Point being..."

"We tell each other everything."

"Speaking for yourself?"

"Of course not, but come on, it's Syd!"

"Not telling!"

"Come on my man, who would I tell?"

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Yah, I'm a funny man, laugh!"

"Sorry, still not telling!"

"I won't tell anyone, scout's honor!"

"Funny, but no."

"Fine be that way."

"What, are you 12?"

"Close enough!"

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A/n: I didn't kill Vaughn, and I updated, so YAH on me! I would've written more, but swimming starts tomorrow and I also work after that, long and very tireding day! Plus after bowling last night/this morning then having pie I'm REALLY in need of sleep! But I updated so I deserve a review, a nice pretty review! Please and thank you!