Disclaimer: See the prologue
A/N: thanks so much for your reviews, because I wasn't sure how good the Prologue was and I thought it was extremely crappy. Thanks for making my day.
Chapter 1 Hallucination or reality?

Sydney's POV
f. I thought. I tried different reasons in my head, trying to see which one sounded more reasonable.
"Ummm, Syd?" Weiss asked.
"Oh, it's about the mission. Sark-" I started.
"What did that bastard with the freakishly good hair do to you?" Weiss pumped me for information.
"He- uh, he, he bugged me on the mission. It's nothing really." I lied.
"What did he do?" Weiss persisted.
"He, uh, called me fat. I didn't think it would get to me, but it's really been bugging me." I fibbed.
"Syd. Your not fat. You know that. Your in better shape than most women I know. Hell, your in better shape than me." Weiss comforted.
"You're a woman now?" I joked.
"You know what I'm talking about." Weiss rejoined when his phone rang. He turned away mouthing 'Vaughn.'
I nodded, showing that I understood and turned to go back inside my house. I stopped dead in my tracks. There in the shadows was a silent Sark. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes attempting to blink him away.
"Syd?" Weiss called averting my attention.
"Yes?" I answered. "Umm…" I turned back to where Sark had been, but he was no longer there.
"Are you ok?" Weiss questioned concerned.
"yeah, what do you say, we got get something to eat?" I proposed.
"Sure, whose treat?" he asked.
"Mine." I answered, getting into my car.
"Wow, I was going to order the cheapest thing on the menu, but now I think I'll do quite the contrary." he joked before I lightly punched him on the arm.
As I drove I wondered if I had only imagined him. Turning on the radio, I turned it up, hoping to block the thoughts form my head.
"Are you sure your okay?" Weiss asked, turning down the radio.
"Yea, why?" I asked, eyes still on the road.
"Because you look like you've just seen a ghost" he responded.
"Maybe." I whispered.
Weiss looked as if he were going to pursue the conversation, but he dropped it soon afterward.
"McDonalds." Weiss answered.
"huh?" was my brilliant response.
"You asked where I wanted to eat. Seriously Syd, you are losing it." Weiss told me. "Are you sure you wanna go get something to eat?"
"Yea, and a cat scan." I mumbled.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Nothing." I answered, pulling into the McDonalds. I pulled into the nearest empty parking space. Grabbing my wallet, I deposited it in the back of my jeans. My pink shirt got lightly whipped because of the breeze. Weiss looked a little odd wearing a suit to McDonalds. I went and sat down at a table while Weiss ordered with my money.
It took him about 5 minutes to return with our food because of the crowd.
"Are suits all you own?" I joked. "you remind me of someone else who always wears suits."
"Oh really, who?" he asked, distributing our food.
"s-my dad." I lied, caught off guard.
"well thanks." Weiss joked.
"Hey, there's a soft side to Jack Bristow that not many know about." I told him.
"I'm sure there is." Weiss told me.
It didn't matter because my attention was already diverted to the entrance and who had just walked in.
Weiss glanced over and swore, " I swear I didn't know he'd be here."
It didn't take him long to reach our table. "Hey Syd, didn't expect you to be here." Vaughn greeted with some floozy on his arm. "hey, did you meet my girlfriend, Teresa?"
"No, I haven't had the pleasure. Are you sure she can be here, I mean doesn't she have to been in school right now." I retorted.
"umm, no actually, it's Teacher planning day." the floozy answered.
Weiss's smile disappeared.
Teresa flipped her golden blonde hair. Mascara displayed obviously on her face. Her tanned complexion did wonders for it and the red lipstick accented her lips. She wore an orange tank top and booty shorts.
"Can you excuse us please Teresa?" Vaughn asked.
"Sure." Teresa answered, French kissing him.
I rolled my eyes at this as Teresa walked away.
"Look, I know what you're thinking and don't blame Weiss." Vaughn started.
"What! I'm not blaming him! I'm blaming you and that little Twinkie of yours!" I whispered.
"She is not a Twinkie." Vaughn persisted.
"what? She is old enough to be my younger sister! She is still in College! She is just barely old enough to drink!" I persisted.
"She is 22 than you very much." Vaughn added.
"Yeah, and your 35, BIG, difference there Einstein." I retorted.
"Look, I don't really care what you think." Vaughn told me.
"Excuse me," I got up, "but I've got to use the bathroom." On my way to the bathroom I purposefully bumped into Vaughn, giving him a deadly glare.

Weiss's POV
"What is she doing here?" Vaughn asked me.
"Look, you told me to meet you in 5 minutes. I wouldn't have had enough time to ditch her. I'm sorry. Look, we'll just separate you, Syd, and the Twinkie." I reasoned.
"Stop calling her that." he whispered angrily.
"Sorry." I apologized with a sigh. "I mean, it's getting harder and harder to do this. I can't have my two best friends at each others throats. I mean you two used to be frenching each other and now your like each other's enemy. I mean seriously, do you know how hard it was to separate you two?"
"Well, times have changed; hopefully for the better. I need your support for this." Vaughn persisted.

Sydney's POV
I turned on the water in the bathroom and scooped up some water with my hands. I then started splashing the water upon my face. It was then that I realized 'Come Clean' was playing on the radio.
"Let it wash away my sanity…" Hillary sang.
I think it already has, I joked mentally. Grabbing a paper towel , I dried my face. "Keep it together, Syd." I murmured. I tossed the paper towel in the trash before leaving the bathroom. I was heading back to the table when I noticed a piece of paper on the ground. Bending down, I picked it up and scanned it. It was a brochure to some all knowing psychic.
"What a bunch of crap." I muttered. For some reason, however, I could not seem to put the brochure down. Instead, I tucked it away in my back pocket, before continuing on to the table.
"Hey, your back." Weis greeted.
"Yea, you know, I'm not really in the mood to eat anymore. Could, Vaughn take you home? There's someplace I would like to go." I told him.
"umm… sure. Well, have fun." he called.
"thanks." I replied, walking out the door. Unlocking and opening my car, I got inside, with a destination in mind. "Ok Miss Bridget, you've got an hours, one I get there to convince me. Maybe you can convince me I'm not crazy. If so, I hope you can tell me what this is all about."

Sark's POV
I bumped into an elderly woman holding brochures.
"I'm sorry." I apologized to the woman who reminded me of my grandmother.
"Tis, ok son. Here, take one of these." she told me, handing me a brochure.
"Miss Bridget…" I read out loud.

A/N:Eh, not much of a cliffhanger, but what can you expect? I'm bored. Sorry, so comments? Please read and review. I promise, the story's getting better…

…blaming that twinkie… this was inspired from Serving Sara where she says
"I'm blaming you you Twinkie and that ass of a husband
of mine."