He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was empty. The light that filled his heart had gone out and Sydney's name was now back on the MIA wall. She was gone. But a spark of hope still filled Vaughn.
She is alive.
Although this was the second time Sydney was on the wall he knew he'd find her one-day.
And kill Sark.
He punched the wall. All that Sark had caused him was grief and pain. Sark. Sark, with his blonde hair and perfect skin, how he longed to punch his pretty little face and laugh. Without Sydney he had become a bitter mess. He had become what he despised. He had become Sark. He had to get out of this house, get far away from it. He couldn't bear to look at Sydney's beige coloured walls and the photo's stuck to the fridge door but couldn't bring himself to leave. He looked up to the sky and as if his prayers were answered, his pager blinked and he was out within seconds.
As he got into his car he spotted a woman. She had sleek long, brown hair and was wearing a long black overcoat. He couldn't see her face, but happiness filled him, all too soon. The woman spun round slowly. She was around 40, holding a pink daisy in her hands, held up to her face. Vaughn shuddered and collapsed to the floor.
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"Oh my gawd man, you scared us half to death!" gasped Weiss, shifting in his seat to look more clearly at Vaughn. "Are you ok?"
The Sark in him took over. "Does it look as if I'm okay?" he yelled. "I'm wired up to God only knows what and Sydney's gone!"
Weiss moved away. "Needn't yell, there are people trying to rest." He whispered.
Sydney's gone.
Sydney's gone.
Sydney Bristow is gone. Gone.
It chanted in his head. A mantra of evil things inside his head tormenting him that Sydney was gone. It was as if the reality of the situation had only just sunk in. It was as if everything in his life revolved around Sydney and without her he would plunge into nothingness.
But she was gone.
He stared at Weiss for a second. A solitary tear dripped down his face in no hurry.
"I'm sorry man." He said.
"Is that a tear I see?" Weiss said softly ignoring Vaughn's apology. He had obviously forgotten what was said before.
That's what he had always admired in Weiss. He never took things too seriously, he'd be laughing and joking in seconds and he'd forget what was said. He was like that in meetings too. Meetings that if he didn't pay attention to might get him killed and yet he was still here today, unlike Sydney.
Sydney's gone.
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Warszawa, PolandHe wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Sydney," he whispered softly to her. His eyes were full of concern and his voice shook.
She doesn't feel the same way.
Inside he was screaming. He was crying, shouting and throwing a tantrum. On the outside however he became emotionless as usual in situations like these. As if she had been listening to the cries from his heart she whispered
"Sark- It's not like I don't want to say it but there are so many things wrong with this scenario- I don't know where to start."
She'd hurt him. She'd plunged a knife into his gut and turned it counter-clockwise. There was no way she was ever going to say 'I love you' and mean it.
Within the crying mess she'd become over these past few weeks she had a desperate yearning to tell him she loved him but still had deep feelings for Vaughn, the Boy Scout she'd left behind.
But what about the girl he left behind?
The tears appeared again, but instead of cradling her in his arms, Sark left the room, trying to hide his emotion. He couldn't cry in front of her. Instead he ran down the stairs into his room on the ground. When he was sure Sydney's first floor door was closed he grabbed his head and screamed. Screamed till his chandelier shook and his eyes had widened with tears. His knees gave way to the floor. He had never said 'I love you' to anyone else in his whole life and the one person he had chosen to tell, had refused it. He could take it. He had chosen Sydney. Not Allison, not Lauren but Sydney. Sydney Bristow the CIA agent who could kill him if she wanted to. He didn't care though he just wanted her so much that he was willing to risk his life for her. He'd die for her.
He grabbed a bag.
I have to get away from her before I do something stupid.
It was amazing how one woman could change his life completely. One woman who he'd tried to kill. This one woman had flipped him round and twisted him inside out. He shoved all his suits in the bag and a few spare sets of shoes. He didn't care whether the suits were wrinkled; he didn't care how he looked now. He wasn't dressing for Sydney anymore now that he had given up hope.
When all was packed, he ran back up the stairs. When he was positive Sydney was asleep he slowly opened the doors. He watched as her chest moved in and out and admired her long hair spread out around her head. She looked like a fallen angel when she was asleep.
And even better awake.
He moved over to her desk and then disappeared down the stairs, through the exit doors and into the night, leaving his Sleeping Beauty and mansion behind.
AN: I am making a DESPERATE attempt to lengthen my chapters so please bear with me if things seem a little scrambled. Please review.