Sadly, I don't own Alias. It's my first story, please read and review! This is sort of after Higher Echelon and before the Getaway, but there's no more SD-6. Chapter 1 “I’ll see you back in L.A.” Vaughn sighed and gave her one of his sad, half smiles. He hated it when she said that, but he knew if she didn’t leave now he would tell her everything. “Bye,” he said softly as her heels clicked away. “Get a hold on yourself, Michael,” he told himself. But he knew that it was useless. He had had this conversation with himself many times. He had tried not thinking about her, he had tried to keep his mind on what they were supposed to be talking about, but every time he looked at her, looked into her eyes, he found a glimmer of hope. The look in her eyes encouraged his feelings, as much as he tried to dismiss- “Vaughn?” His head snapped up. Sydney was standing a few yards away, looking at him curiously. “Are you okay? You look kind of stressed,” she said, stepping closer to him. “No, I’m fine. It’s nothing. Uh, was there something we forgot to talk about?” he asked, wondering why she hadn’t left to catch her plane. “Well, I just have this problem. I tried talking to Francie about it, but she didn’t understand. You’re realy the only one I can talk to.” “Of course, you can talk to me about anything.” Sydney smiled. How could she say this to him? Oh, he was looking right at her. She couldn’t concentrate when he was this close, looking right through her with his gorgeous green eyes. She dragged her eyes away and focused on her shoes, spiky red leather shoes that matched her short dress. “Well….There’s this guy” she said. Vaughn seemed to tense beside her. “I…we used to work together. And we were friends, but I always felt like we should have been more. The place where we worked wouldn’t let us date, so neither of us ever brought it up, but now we don’t realy work together. Anyway, I realy want to tell him how I feel, but I’m scared that he won’t feel the same.” Vaughn was frowning. Why did he care who she loved? Vaughn sighed. She was in love with someone else. But she deserved to be happy, and it wasn’t like he had done anything about his feelings. “Tell him. He will feel the same. Trust me. How could he not feel the same? You’re amazing! You’re smart and you’re funny and you’re so beautiful-“ He stopped suddenly. How could he have said that? She was blushing. She couldn’t believe he had said that. She wished she could tell him the truth, he almost looked disappointed about her imaginary man. “Don’t be silly,” she told herself. “He has a girlfriend.” Alice. That’s what she told herself every time she got lost in his eyes. Alice. They sat there a while, not saying anything, absorbed in their thoughts.