Title: Maybe in Vain
Author: Sakhmet
Timeline: AU Season Three
Word Count: 350 words
Dialogue: It's the fifth one.
At seven pm, or thereabouts, he walks the familiar floor and arrives at the bar. He doesn’t look at her - just orders a drink and sits down. She glances over and asks him, “Come here often?”
He looks towards her and smiles as if he’s never seen her before. “Yes, actually,” he replies. He knows that he couldn’t have forgotten just how beautiful she is, but God, it seems like it.
She looks puzzled. “That’s odd.”
He pretends to be politely interested. “Why?” he asks casually, looking down at his drink. Maybe tonight…
She smiles, shyly and seductively. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
It hits him again like a ton of flaming bricks. He almost starts, ‘Sydney…’ but he stops, and drains his drink like it’s a shot. “What’s your excuse?” he enquires, his voice rasping as the alcohol burns his throat.
She smiles mischievously. “Do you honestly want to know?”
Her smile is exactly the same… How could she not remember? Sighing, he remembers tonight’s purpose. She can’t stay here anymore, not with the Covenant...
He clears his throat. “Listen, I have to tell you: I’m here for a reason-”
The door to the restaurant flies open, and five men with guns run through, opening fire immediately. They found her. He pulls Sydney to her feet and they run. He shoots over his shoulder as they go out the back door, into the alley. The cold air brings her out of shock. “Stop!” She yanks her arm out of his grasp. “Who are you?”
He turns to face her. Sydney, it’s me! Michael– Vaughn, whatever you want to call me. Don’t you remember?
It’s been six months since the night he came back to her apartment to find a bleeding Sydney in the ruins of her bedroom. The doctors say it’s a wonder she can tie her own shoe laces; they don’t care that she can’t remember a single thing about her life before.
He stares at her, aching to tell her who he is, that he loves her… “Nobody,” he says finally. “I’m nobody at all.”
Author: Sakhmet
Timeline: AU Season Three
Word Count: 350 words
Dialogue: It's the fifth one.
At seven pm, or thereabouts, he walks the familiar floor and arrives at the bar. He doesn’t look at her - just orders a drink and sits down. She glances over and asks him, “Come here often?”
He looks towards her and smiles as if he’s never seen her before. “Yes, actually,” he replies. He knows that he couldn’t have forgotten just how beautiful she is, but God, it seems like it.
She looks puzzled. “That’s odd.”
He pretends to be politely interested. “Why?” he asks casually, looking down at his drink. Maybe tonight…
She smiles, shyly and seductively. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
It hits him again like a ton of flaming bricks. He almost starts, ‘Sydney…’ but he stops, and drains his drink like it’s a shot. “What’s your excuse?” he enquires, his voice rasping as the alcohol burns his throat.
She smiles mischievously. “Do you honestly want to know?”
Her smile is exactly the same… How could she not remember? Sighing, he remembers tonight’s purpose. She can’t stay here anymore, not with the Covenant...
He clears his throat. “Listen, I have to tell you: I’m here for a reason-”
The door to the restaurant flies open, and five men with guns run through, opening fire immediately. They found her. He pulls Sydney to her feet and they run. He shoots over his shoulder as they go out the back door, into the alley. The cold air brings her out of shock. “Stop!” She yanks her arm out of his grasp. “Who are you?”
He turns to face her. Sydney, it’s me! Michael– Vaughn, whatever you want to call me. Don’t you remember?
It’s been six months since the night he came back to her apartment to find a bleeding Sydney in the ruins of her bedroom. The doctors say it’s a wonder she can tie her own shoe laces; they don’t care that she can’t remember a single thing about her life before.
He stares at her, aching to tell her who he is, that he loves her… “Nobody,” he says finally. “I’m nobody at all.”
Very interesting drabble. 
