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Sydney sat there, ignoring all the people surrounding her, the magazine sat on her lap, untouched. So many thoughts were running through Sydney's mind. Was she doing the right thing? What was Vaughn feeling? If he came, what would she say? What would others say? Sydney sighed and looked up. The LA airport wasn't too packed, which Sydney liked. The less she's out in the public, the better for her to keep appearances down. "Attention all flight passengers. We are now boarding flight 47 from Los Angeles to Dallas Texas." Sydney looked at her plane ticket and packed up her small things, grabbed her suitcase and proceeded to the gate. "Sydney!" she heard someone shout. "Sydney!" Sydney stopped and turned around to see Vaughn running up to her, out of breath. "Vaughn?"
"Wa-wait," he said breathlessly.
"Vaughn...what are you doing here?"
"I needed to talk to you," he explained
"I have to go."
"Sydney, wait. I don't want you to go."
"Vaughn...don't do this."
"What?"
"This...trying to stop me. We knew this was coming."
"Leaving the state? No Sydney, I didn't. You have to give us a chance, to work things out, get to know each other again..."
"I can't..."
"Why not?" Vaughn demanded.
"Because it hurts too much!" she yelled. Vaughn looked stricken. "Because, Vaughn, we have tried to work things out for months...for years. We're not the same people anymore. And the death of Isabelle..." Sydney trailed off, forcing back tears.
"Sydney...we don't know for sure if she's dead."
Sydney looked at Vaughn in disbelief. "What kind of people do you think The Hand are? With our history, and our work, what we have seen...how can you not?"
"It's called faith."
"Oh, and what? I don't have that?"
"I'm sure anymore, Sydney."
"Vaughn...I am tired. I am tired of playing the perfect wife, the perfect daughter, the prefect mother, the perfect agent, the perfect everything! In playing all these parts, with all these expectations of what people believe and want me to be, I've lost myself."
"So you think running away will solve your problems?" Vaughn asked. "I've got news for you Sydney. It won't."
"Maybe not. But I can't stay here either."
"Why not? Because you have people who love you here too?"
"Because, it's too painful."
The woman's voice was heard on the PA again. "Final call for flight 47 to Dallas, Texas. Final call for boarding on flight 47."
"I have to go," Sydney started to gather her things again, but was stopped by Vaughn.
"If you think you're the only one going through this Sydney. Then you're not the woman I once knew and loved," he sneered.
Sydney looked at him with hurt eyes. "No, Vaughn. I know you are. But it feels like I am going through it alone, and that's what kills me the most. That a part of me misses you so much and want nothing more than to be in your arms. But the bigger part of me can't stand you anymore because I feel like I don't you."
Vaughn starts to tear up again, "Sydney...this can't be the end of us. It can't."
Sydney starts to cry as well and holds Vaughn's face, resting her head on his shoulder and whispers to him, "Remember what I told you in Korea years ago?"
"That we'll always find each other."
Sydney pulls away. "And we will Vaughn. We always do. But...somethings I guess, just don't last forever."
Vaughn shakes his head and Sydney kisses him softly on the lips.
Song Playing: Pink; Who knew
Sydney backs away from him and gathers her things.
You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Vaughn watches as Sydney turns and leaves, and gets lost in the crowd.
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Sydney approaches the gate and shows her ticket. She then walks towards the plane.
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them up
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew
Vaughn walks up to the huge glass window and watches as Sydney's plane, flight 47, takes off, leaving LA.
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything
When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew
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Marshall walks into Jack's office, where Jack and Sloane are quietly talking. Marshall clears his throat and the two men look at him.
"Yes, Marshall?" Jack says.
"I, uh...looked at the photo. Of, um..." Marshall cleared his throat, not knowing what exactly to say.
"What did you find?" Sloane asked.
"Well...the picture is real. It's not a fake," Marshall admitted.
Jack leaned back in his chair. "So...Isabelle is really dead?"
Marshall sighed and looked down at his feet. "Yes. I couldn't find any indication of the picture being faked, at all. And, I tried everything," Marshall finished.
Sloane looked at Jack who was only shaking his head in disbelief. "Unless," Marshall added. "That wasn't Isabelle in the picture."
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Sydney stood there, in the pouring rain. Standing in one of her favorite places. One of the many places her and Vaughn spent the most time in. She was standing on a small bridge overlooking the city under the water. It was the beautiful site she had ever seen before. She stared ahead at Vaughn, who was staring back. Sydney smiled at him painfully as he quickly walked over to her. "Sydney...you came back," he said.
Sydney nodded. "I couldn't do it, Vaughn. I couldn't sign the divorce papers. I couldn't leave you."
"Sydney," Vaughn smiles at her. "I saw you take off though..."
Sydney shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. I love you too much to leave. I want this to work out. I do."
Vaughn kisses Sydney, and she felt the whole world melt away. She knew what she had to do and this was it. When the kiss ended, they both pulled away and smiled at each other. "Mommy?" she heard. Sydney looked past Vaughn's shoulder in shock and puzzlement. She saw Isabelle standing behind Vaughn, holding her Mickey Mouse and smiling at them. "You didn't find me, did you Mommy?"
"What?" she blinked and walking towards her, slowly.
"You didn't find me," Isabelle said simply. Sydney looked at Vaughn, but Vaughn only looked back at her, with no emotion on his face. Sydney looked back at Isabelle and hugged her. "You're...alive." Sydney held her daughter and began to cry.
"Mommy?"
"What is it, sweetie?"
"Are you going to answer your phone?"
Sydney looked at her, confused. "What?"
"Your phone," Isabelle said, with no emotion either. "It's ringing. You should answer it."
Sydney pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and looked at it
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Sydney sat up quickly and sucked in air and looked at her surroundings. She finally relaxed and breathed normally when she realized where she was. Sydney brushed back her hair and heard her phone ringing in her bag. She reached in the bag and pulled out her phone just as it stopped ringing. She opened it and saw '1 missed call. Dad'. Sydney sighed and placed the phone back in her bag and looked around on the plane. It was just a dream. She had only had a dream. Sydney sighed deeply again and reached back in her bag, but this time, she took out papers. Papers titled, 'Final Notice of Divorce'. Sydney looked at the man sitting next to her. "Excuse me, do you have a pen?" The man nodded and handed her a pen. She smiled and took it and opened to the last page. She looked down at the arrow sticker pointing to where she was to sign. She pictured Vaughn in her mind and remembered their wedding. Then she put the pen to the paper, to sign.
TBC
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