Let the Games Begin…

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"Oh man I got it."

"What you got what?" Vaughn questioned.

"Ok, well I told Sydney that I would stop by later and check on her since she was feeling a bit under the weather!" Weiss exclaimed.

"Uhhh, yeah so?"

"So! You should go over there instead! And bring her some flowers! Daisies are her favorite!" Weiss explained.

"What if she doesn't let me in?" Vaughn asked.

"Dude, she totally will, cuz she'll think its me!"

"Well ok, I think that might actually work," Vaughn sat back thinking. "Yeah, that will. Oh thanks Eric, you're the best!" and he ran out the door.

"Yeah, don't I know it," Weiss said to no one in particular.

Vaughn walked up nervously to Sydney's front doorstep. He was starting to get a little scared. How ridiculous. This was a man who just spent the last year in a deep undercover assignment with highly dangerous terrorists and he was scared to talk to a girl. Come on Mike, get it together. He reached up and tapped lightly on the door. Suddenly it flew open and a pretty woman stood on the other side. She kind of looked at him up and down in a way that made Vaughn feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Hi," she said perplexed.

"Hi, my name is Michael I work with Sydney, at the uhh," he paused trying to remember what her cover was.

"At the bank?" the woman finished for him.

"Yes, the bank! I uhh, heard she was sick and I thought I would stop by and see how she was feeling," Vaughn said lamely.

"Oh well that's nice, come on in I'll just tell her you're here," she said as she stepped aside and led him into the apartment. Vaughn watched her walk down the hall and disappear so he took the time to take in his surroundings. A nice couch, good sized TV with the home shopping network trying to sell poor broke people porcelain dolls. He noticed a few pictures on a bookshelf of the woman who answered the door and Sydney and a man with curly blonde hair. Wonder if that is her boyfriend. Vaughn thought. No, Weiss would have known if she had a boyfriend, right? His thoughts were interrupted by the woman coming back into the living room.

"Well I have to go to work, but she said just to go on in. Her room is the last door at the end of the hall," she said and walked out the door. Vaughn walked cautiously down the hall and slightly tapped on the glass door. He heard Sydney's voice say something that resembled "Come in" but he wasn't sure. So he opened the door slowly and stood in the threshold holding the flowers.

Sydney Bristow lay in bed watching Full House reruns and feeling crappy. Her "sore throat" had turned into a full blown cold with a headache and stuffy nose and a cough. Great the one vacation I get and it starts off with a cold. She laughed along as Uncle Joey told another stupid joke when Francie popped her head in.

"Hey sweetie, I'm going to the restaurant but there is some guy from your work here to see you," she said. Oh of course! Weiss said he was going to stop by later and check on her, what a sweetheart.

"Syd, you didn't tell me such hot guys worked at the bank," Francie said with a wink. Hot? Sydney had never thought of Weiss as hot. Sure he was cute, but in more of a puppy dog sort of way.

She heard the front door shut as Francie left and then there was a small knock on her bedroom door.

"Come on in!" she managed to squeak out with what was left of her voice. When the door opened she couldn't believe her eyes. It was Michael Vaughn holding a bouquet of white daisies. Her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day and she felt the sudden urge to apologize. But as she opened her mouth, he started talking instead.

"I heard you were sick, so I thought I would bring you something to cheer you up," he said with a grin. "Do you have a vase or something I could put these in?"

"Uhh, yeah, in the kitchen above the refrigerator," Sydney managed to say through her shock. She watched him leave and heard him getting the vase and then filling it with water all the while not believing that he was in her apartment. Vaughn walked back in with the vase of daisies and set it on her bedside table. Sydney looked over at the flowers and sighed.

"Daisies are my favorite flower," she commented.

"Yeah, I know," Vaughn said quietly.

"They're just so friendly. Don't you think daisies are the friendliest flower?"

"Yes I do, why on my way over here they asked me how my day was," Vaughn said with a smile. "I told them that it started off rough, but was looking up." Sydney looked at him with sad eyes.

"Oh Vaughn, I wanted to apologize for the way that I acted earlier. I don't know what came over me, it's just been a very long week and I'm sorry," Sydney said.

"I understand, with the end of the Alliance and your friend at the pizza place it must have been a tough week. How did that turn out by the way?" Vaughn asked innocently as if he had no idea who her friend was.

"Oh, well unfortunately he was unable to make it," Sydney said shyly.

"Oh really? That's too bad. Does he normally just not show up to appointments?" Vaughn asked.

"Oh, well you see, I've never actually met him," Sydney said as she fell over and covered her face with a pillow in embarrassment. "I only know him through the, oh you're not going to believe this…"

"Ahh, let me guess…the internet?" Vaughn said knowingly.

"Yes," Sydney said.

"You've Got Mail, very powerful words," Vaughn added.

"Yes," Sydney agreed.

"Well, I'm happy for him," Vaughn said. "You know what I think? You should meet him. No, no, wait that is stupid why would you want to meet someone you're crazy about?"

"My head is feeling fuzzy," Sydney stuttered. Suddenly she remembered who she was talking to. "Why are you here again?"

"I wanted to be your friend," Vaughn answered.

"Oh," she replied. For the first time in her life, Sydney Bristow was actually speechless. "Well thank you for the daisies."

Vaughn reached down and picked a daisy out of the bouquet and handed it to her, "You're welcome. Now you need to get some sleep if you are going to get better," Vaughn said as he pulled the blanket around her and tucked her in. "Good-bye".

"Good-bye," Sydney said softly as she watched him leave.

Sydney thought about what Vaughn had said and after she took a nap she got onto her computer and started typing.