Hey Guys. It's been awhile. But I have an excuse (sort of….)

I'm grounded from comp on weekdays, Microsoft Word has been screwed up, The Sims2 got in the way (don't ask if you don't know what it is), I've been having issues with Macaroni (once again, don't ask if you don't know), and HW has been in my way. But, my mom's not home, Word is fixed, Macaroni can wait (sure…..), and all my HW for the next week is done. So, without further adieu……..CHAPTER 3:-D

CHAPTER 3: Moooody!

(A/N: I didn't put the funeral in, this is after it. I just thought it was too depressing, and I would have had to put Syd in it, so I skipped it. You shouldn't see Syd for a few chapters)

No-POV

Vaughn sat on his bed in the dark; half dressed, just scanning the pitch-black room for something. After a few more minutes of adjusting to the darkness, Vaughn finally found what he was looking for: A black and blue backpack.

FLASHBACK

"Really Vaughn, the backpack is getting a little tiring," Sydney said, a twinkle in her eye.

"I need it to transport my clothes. It'll get just a little suspicious if I show up to work in the same clothes everyday," replied Vaughn. Sydney just laughed.

"Vaughn, half of Ops saw us making out in the middle of SD-6. Unless people thought it was a friendly make-out session, they don't need to be suspicious."

Vaughn paused for a moment, as if contemplating the thought, even though he knew it was completely true. Then he turned back to his lovely, barely-dressed girlfriend.

"So, Ms. Right, what do you suggest we do about this?" Vaughn put his hands on his hips in a girlish way, along with a snobbish, preppy girl look. Sydney giggled her flowing, enchanting laugh.

"You'll take the middle drawer," she answered matter-of-factly. Vaughn gaped at her.

"Really?" Vaughn was speechless. Spaces for clothing were a huge step in a relationship. Sydney looked amused. Very Amused.

"Really, go ahead and put your clothing in there,"

(A/N: If you forgot, my memory is fuzzy, it's late, and my mom isn't home to take me to Blockbuster so I make up all flashbacks. So don't flame me saying that's not what happened. Unless my memory is performing some kind of sixth sense Alias memory, I know it's not what happened. THANKS)

END FLASHBACK

Tears sprang to Vaughn's eyes as he recalled that. As he absentmindedly began tugging at his tie, a sharp knock startled him out of his blank thinking. Apparently, the knocker didn't care if Vaughn answered, because the next thing Vaughn knew was the door flung open and Weiss was kneeling in his doorway, a lock pick in his hand. Vaughn just stared at him, his once peaceful eyes filled with pain and anger.

" That. Door. Was. Locked. For. A. REASON," Vaughn bellowed, his words slightly slurred. He stood up to reveal the cause of his speech: a trash can brimming with beer bottles and cans. Weiss jumped up and stepped forward. He was nearly gagged by the stench of alcohol emanating from his friend. He then turned around and yelled down the hall,

" HE'S DRUNK!"

The intoxicated and tear-blinded Vaughn staggered forward, aiming a punch at Weiss's back. Weiss turned around just as Vaughn's poorly aimed punch hit the air a meter in front of Weiss. The force of his punch plus his drunken stance threw him to the floor and knocked him out, just as a flurry of footsteps were heard down the hall……….

TBC: #4 is up next, just need to separate replies. Who's there? What's going to happen? Find out next time on TFAAD ( That sounds SOOOOO corny, but I have nothing else to put. I'm thinking about putting this on too. Whaddya think? PM me if you think I should/shouldn't. I'm still working on the non-Lauren one. Should it be the Alias cast as Adults, or teens? Once again, PM me for an answer.)

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