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vaughnfan: I actually did Google them...though I didn't have much luck in finding them :)

aliasmydrugofchoice: The number 47 is a reference to Alias. It's JJ Abrams fav number and you will find that in most of the episodes the number will appear somewhere, like in a code, room number etc. Remember the prophecy (page 47 of Rambaldi's manuscript) and of course, server 47 from Phase One.

Monday lunchtime Sydney chose to skip going to the staff room, instead staying at her desk to make a phone call. After dialling Francie's number, she idly doodled on a scrap piece of paper, waiting for her best friend to pick up.

"Hello."

"Fran, it's Sydney."

"Oh hey! How was the camping trip?"

"It was great. You really should have come. Weiss decided to forgo Christmas carols, television themes and show tunes and instead subjected us to classic 80's rock."

Francie roared with laughter. "Oh my god! I cannot believe I missed that."

"It's ok. Craig got it on film." Sydney said. "Didn't he tell you?"

"I haven't seen him yet. I crashed before you guys got back and he had to work early. I'm seeing him later this afternoon."

"Well, be sure to see the tape. Eric Weiss performing your favourite tunes from 'Janie's Got a Gun' to 'Livin' on a Prayer' to 'Rock You Like a Hurricane'."

"Sounds…well, it sounds like a typical Eric performance."

"Oh it was, and more." Sydney let out a laugh at the memory. "Now, that aside, there is something that I want to talk to you about."

"What?"

"Halloween. Did you really relinquish party rights without a fight?" Sydney demanded. It wasn't that she didn't believe Weiss and Ainsley. She just needed to hear it straight from the horse mouth and to try and find out what was going on under the surface.

"Yes," Francie replied, her tone sounding slightly bemused.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Francie laughed. "Why is this so hard to believe?"

Sydney ignored her question. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"But you've been having Halloween parties since I met you."

"I thought it was time to take a break."

"Francie, you don't take breaks for no reason. There is more going on here. Does this have to do with the accident? Perhaps you are doing too much. Maybe you shouldn't be going back to work."

"Sydney." Francie had to speak loudly in order to be heard. "Save the mother act for your own kid." The words were not spoken harshly. Sydney could easily hear the smile in Francie's tone.

"Ok, sorry. I'm just worried about you."

"I know you are, but you don't have to be."

"Then why are you not having Halloween."

"Because I have other things that need my attention. I have the restaurant now. I'm going to be working for a good part of the evening."

"Oh." That hadn't even occurred to Sydney.

"And I realized something. All the parties that I threw, they were more than just fun for me. They were a way; I guess you could say, to keep me busy. Give me something to do. Every other year, there has been something missing from my life. But not this year."

"How do you mean?" Sydney asked.

"Well, at this point in my life I have everything I need. I have family, I have friends, I have a job that I love so much that I never thought possible and I have somebody special. I don't need to throw a Halloween party."

Sydney couldn't help but smile. "I guess it makes sense now."

Francie laughed. "Well, I figured it was about time that I got my damn act together," she said. "For everybody's sake."

Sydney left straight after school Tuesday afternoon for her doctor's appointment at the hospital. Given the time of the appointment, she and Vaughn had arranged to meet up there.

After parking her car, Sydney was getting out when her mobile rang. Glancing at the caller ID she saw that it was Vaughn.

"Hey," she said. "Are you already here?"

"No, that's what I'm calling about. I'm going to be a bit late." Vaughn replied. "There's a, uh, situation in the school car park and I can't get out."

To Sydney, it sounded as if Vaughn was trying not to laugh. "What kind of situation?"

"Well, I guess you could call it road rage...or car park rage. Between two mothers." Vaughn let out a short laugh. "I'm not sure what it's about but there has been a lot of yelling and refusal to move their cars. I'm hoping— oh! That was a slap! They've moved onto physical violence."

Sydney grinned at the image that Vaughn was creating. "I guess that I'll see you when you get here…if you get here."

"I'm sorry, Syd." Vaughn said.

"Hey, don't worry about it. You just enjoy your show." Sydney replied. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Hi," Sydney approached the desk. "I normally see Dr Carter…"

"Oh right," the receptionist smiled brightly. "May I have your name please?"

"Sydney Vaughn."

"Ok." The receptionist typed something into the computer. "You'll be seeing Dr Hecht. If you would just take a seat, he'll be with you shortly."

As Sydney went over to the seating and sat down, the name of the doctor was playing through her mind. Hecht? Where had she heard that before? Suddenly she sat up straight, letting out a small gasp. Danny Hecht, the snot bubble guy!

'No,' she thought to herself. 'It couldn't be. Surely there are plenty of other Hecht's in this city.'

Shaking the thoughts aside, she picked up a magazine. About fifteen minutes later she heard her name being called. Looking up, Sydney felt the urge to laugh.

It was snot bubble Danny.

Biting her bottom lip, Sydney followed him into the consultation suite. She couldn't wait to tell Vaughn about this.

"Ok," Danny glanced at the folder in front of him. "Mrs Vaughn…"

"Call me Sydney."

He looked at her directly at that point and Sydney saw his brow crease slightly as if he were trying to figure out where he knew her from.

"Ok then, Sydney. Now, Dr Carter explained that I am currently one of her interns?"

Sydney nodded. "So, are you going to specialize in obstetrics?"

Danny looked at her. "I'm not sure. At this point it will either be obstetrics or paediatrics. I actually interested in focusing purely on paediatric cardiology."

Sydney's eyebrows rose. "That's a pretty specific field."

"Yes, my bro…" Danny trailed off, as there came a knock on the door. "Excuse me," he stood and opened it, revealing Vaughn on the other side.

"Hey," Sydney smiled brightly as he walked in. "Did it end in tears?"

"Handcuffs," Vaughn replied with a gleeful grin.

Sydney let out a soft laugh as she turned to Danny. "This is my husband, Michael."

Danny offered Vaughn his hand. "Dr Hecht. Danny."

Vaughn knew that name form somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it. Sydney knew exactly what he was thinking and let out a soft cough. When Vaughn met her gaze, she glanced down at her charm bracelet and grazed the silver orb with her finger.

His eyes widened, clearly saying to Sydney 'Are you serious?'

"Right, so now…" Danny trailed off, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he said to Sydney. "I know this is the world's worst cliché, but do I know you?"

Sydney fought back a laugh. "Um, I've been thinking the same thing."

"It's your name and your face." Danny replied. "But I can't place it. The only think I can think of is if we went to the same high school."

Sydney refused to meet Vaughn's eyes, which she could feel burning into her. She knew that he was absolutely loving this. "I went to APO."

Danny's eyes lit up. "That's it," he leaned forward slightly. "So what was your maiden name?"

"Bristow," Sydney replied, hoping with all her might that he would not remember her, and especially the snot bubble incident.

"Sydney Bristow…" Danny was muttering. "Sydney Bristow! Now I remember."

"You do?" Sydney asked, almost fearfully. She braved a glance at Vaughn, who was sitting back, clearly enjoying his second 'show' for the afternoon.

"Yeah, you were in the year below me." Danny paused. "I don't know if it's wise to tell you this, given the whole doctor/ patient thing, but I had a pretty big crush on you."

Sydney coughed. "What?"

"Yeah, I was always too scared to speak to you." Danny smiled. "But one day we did start a conversation."

"Oh yeah." Sydney wanted to crawl under the desk and hide. "I remember."

"But you ran off on me," Danny said, his smile good-natured. "For no apparent reason."

"For no apparent reason?" Vaughn couldn't help saying. "Surely there had to be a pressing reason for your sudden departure, Sydney."

Sydney shot him a look. "None that I can remember."

"Ah well," Danny shrugged it off. "It was a long time a go."

"Yeah," Sydney let out a small sigh of relief.

"So Danny never saw the snot bubble?" Francie asked Sydney.

"And the guy had a crush on you too?" Ainsley added.

Sydney nodded. The three of them were sitting in Francie's lounge room Wednesday afternoon

"Oh my god!" Francie exclaimed. "Imagine what could have happened if you hadn't have run away!"

"That snot bubble was fate," Ainsley said breathlessly. "It knew that you and Mike were supposed to be together."

Sydney laughed. "You know, I've said something along those lines before."

"Maybe you should dress up as a snot bubble for Halloween," Francie suggested with a sly grin.

"She can't." Ainsley said. "A bubble, yes, but not a snot bubble. Though maybe we could call it a booger bubble. That might work."

Sydney glanced at Francie, who shot her a blank look. "What are you on about, Ainz?"

"Eric and I decided that it's going to be a 'B' Halloween party."

Francie's brow furrowed. "A 'B' party?"

"Yeah," Ainsley nodded. "Everybody's costume has to start with a B." She laughed. "Eric doesn't know how he's going to choose between a bonehead or a beefcake."

"But why B?" Sydney asked.

"Because it was the letter that we drew out of a hat this morning." Ainsley replied. "So what do you think you guys will go as?"

Sydney and Francie looked at each other. They had no idea.

"A 'B" party," Sydney was saying to Vaughn as they climbed into bed that night. "What am I supposed to dress up as?"

Vaughn shrugged. "A beach ball."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"I'm six months pregnant and you refer to me as a beach ball." Sydney crossed her arms. "Let's see you get out of this one, Michael."

Oh, oh. Michael. Vaughn swallowed hard. "I wasn't calling you a beach ball, Syd," he said quickly, stammering over his words. "It was just something that started with B. I didn't think…"

Sydney, who knew that Vaughn did not mean anything by the comment, watched him squirm with a smile. Soon she was laughing.

Vaughn looked at her. "I'm not in trouble anymore?"

"You never were," Sydney said. "Just try to refrain using the word beach ball around me for the next few months. And how about I try and figure out this costume on my own."

Vaughn's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You sure you don't want my help? What about a blimp or perhaps—"

He was cut off abruptly as Sydney whacked him the face with her pillow.