Wow, the response to my last chapter was fantastic. Thank you so much guys for letting me know what you think about the fic.

I look forward to see what you guys think of me after this chapter though...

"Sydney! That's not a weed darling. That's a daffodil." Sydney looked down at the flower in her hand and felt like bursting into tears.

"I'm so sorry Emily. I'm being more of a hindrance than a help." The truth was Sydney's mind was on Vaughn and the fight yesterday. Or was it a breakup? She couldn't be sure.

"Out with it." Emily said, snapping Sydney out of her reverie.

"Pardon?"

"What is on your mind?"

"I don't want to bother you with my problems. I'm here to help you with the garden."

"Sydney, the rate you're going there will be no garden left." Emily smiled, as she sat down. "Now it's obviouly man troubles. The question is would this man be your father or Michael?"

Sydney sighed and sat down next to Emily. "It's Vaughn. We had a huge fight yesterday."

"What about?"

"It was my fault. I told this stupid little lie and got caught out. I apologised but Vaughn just totally overeacted and started saying that he couldn't trust me anymore. He even implied that I was cheating on him."

"Why would he react that way?"

"Well his ex-girlfriend cheated and lied to him a lot. He assumed that this lie of mine will turn into a lot more."

"Surely you can understand Michael's reaction then."

"Yeah, I can. But he should know that I would never cheat on anybody. And he wasn't even willing to listen or talk. Then we both kind of blew up and I said something really horrible."

"What?"

"Please don't make me tell you. I feel sick about it."

"So call and apologise."

"Why? So he can yell at me again?"

"Sydney, the longer you leave this, the harder it will be to speak to him."

"I know that Emily. But I don't think Vaughn is willing to speak to me at this point in time. When he is ready to talk, I'll be waiting."

On Wednesday Vaughn was walking across the courtyard at uni when he saw Sydney for the first timesince the fight. She was sitting under a tree, her head buried in a book. He fought the urge to go and speak to her- why should he? He hadn't been the one to do anything wrong, Sydney had been the one who lied. So why should it be up to him to make the first move?

And so he kept walking, echoes of their argument circling in his mind. He had to get to class anyway.

"Francie I am in dire need of Patrick Swayze and coffee ice-cream." Sydney said, flopping down next to Francie on the couch.

"Well you consumed all the coffee ice-cream Monday night and I don't think that Patrick will be able to solve your problems this time." Francie replied.

"No, but he can make me forget them for an hour and a half. Where is the Dirty Dancing DVD?" Sydney asked, looking around. "The coffee ice-cream is a problem though..."

"Sydney, stop stalling and go over to Vaughn's."

"Francie, I don't want to talk about Vaughn. I've been going over the fight for the past two days- I'm sick of it. All I want to do is curl up with some ice-cream and watch Dirty Dancing."

"Sounds to me like you're giving up on him."

"Hey, I'm willing to talk to him. Vaughn however, is not willing to speak to me."

"And how do you know that?"

"Yesterday at uni he saw me in the courtyard. Looked at me for a few seconds and then just kept walking, like I didn't exist."

"Syd, you guys have had a problem with miscommunication before. Please go and speak to him."

"Francie I am not going to be the one to make the first move."

"Sydney Ann Bristow!"

"What?"

"If you are going to let your stubborness, or pigheadedness or whatever you want to call it, ruin things between you and Michael, then you are bloody stupid."

"But Francie-"

"No buts! You guys are meant for each other. You did something wrong, so now do something to fix it!"

"I already apologised."

"He was angry and upset then. Go and apologise again. Michael has had a few days to calm down. My guess is he'll be willing to listen now."

As much as Sydney didn't want to, she had to accept that what Francie was saying was right. She was in the wrong, so it was up to her to make things right between she and Vaughn.

"Should I go now?" she asked Francie in a small voice.

"I think so, Syd. It's time that you and Michael started making people feel sick with your lovey-doviness again."

"But what if he doesn't accept my apology?"

"I'm sure he will Syd,but if not then I'll send Will out for some emergency coffee ice-cream and we can watch Dirty Dancing as many times as you want."

Giving Francie a weak smile, Sydney grabbed her keys and headed to the front door. She had never been so scared in her life. Would her stupid mistake ruin the best thing that had ever happened to her?

"See you Francie. Wish me- Holy sh-!" Sydney jumped back as she opened the door. Jack Bristow was on the otherside, looking like he had been about to knock.

"Sydney!" Jack looked as startled as Sydney felt.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I miss her Weiss."

"It's only been two days, Mike." Weiss said, trying to juggle being a good mate and the game he was playing on Vaughn's Playstation 2.

"It feels longer."

"Well then go and see her."

"I can't."

"Why not?" Weiss put down the game controller. He an inkling that this conversation would be going on for a while.

"Because she should be the one to come to me." Vaughn replied. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Well go and tell Sydney that. Chances are she isn't a mindreader and doesn't know what is going in your head at the moment." Weiss paused."And just because you go to her doesn't mean you are giving in."

"It's not that simple."

"You love her, she loves you. Sounds simple to me."

"Sydney has to understand that I cannot tolerate lying."

"So Vaughn, you're telling me that you're going to let one stupid mistake on Sydney's behalf ruin what you guys have."

"No, but I need for Sydney to make the first move. To show me that she understands, why what she did hurt me."

"Do you have any beer?" Weiss asked suddenly, standing and heading to the kitchen. He'd been counselling Vaughn through girl troubles long enough to know that beer was essential during a conversation such as this one.

"Yeah why?"

"I have the feeling we're going to need some tonight."

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Sydney, could I please come in?"

"Actually I was just headed out. I have to go and see somebody."

"Please, Sydney. There's something I need to tell you." Sydney looked closely at her father. His face was passive as usual but there was someting different about his eyes.

"Um, ok." she stepped aside as Jack walked into the apartment.

"I'll just go and make my bed." Francie said tactfully, as Sydney and Jack sat on the couch. When she had disappeared, Sydney turned to her father.

"What is it?"

"Sydney, it's Emily."

"Is she ok?"

"No." Sydney looked at her father in alarm. "Sydney, this afternoon..." Jack trailed off.

"Dad, tell me."

"This afternoon Emily suffered a massive heart attack. She- she didn't make it Sydney.