Sydney awoke hastily, forgetting where she was for a moment. Then she remembered-on a plane. With Vaughn. Back to LA. Back to my home, she thought back to people I haven’t seen for years. I need answers now, I can’t wait any longer. Sighing, she sat up and turned to Vaughn. “Hey, beautiful.” He greeted her. “How are you feeling?”
Sydney looked down at her feet, aware that he might not want to give her what she needed.
“I know, Syd. But I think it’s a better idea if you waited until you’ve gotten more rest and overcome the shock because-“
She wasn’t in the mood to quarrel. Not now. Taking a deep breath, she said,
“Vaughn. I need to know. I have to. You don’t get it, please!”
He looked at her, knowing how frustrated and angry she must feel.
“Okay,” he replied simply. “What do you want to know?”
She took a deep breath.
“Firstly, I want to know why you’re wearing that ring. I believe that you’re not married, but…”
He sighed deeply, looking like he was in great pain. She could have sworn there were tears in his brilliant green eyes.
“Do you remember…we were supposed to go to Santa Barbara.” He seemed unable to finish the sentence.
Sydney nodded, squeezing his hand for comfort.
“Of course I remember.” He smiled.
“Well, I was going to…I was going to-Syd, I was going to propose to you.” He broke down. Sydney felt her own eyes well up in tears. “I kept the ring in remembrance of you. But I knew it. I knew you would be ok.” She just sat there, not knowing what to say.
He went on. “Sydney, I still want to marry you, you know.” She looked up happily.
“But I think it’s best if we wait a little while, until things calm down. Is that alright?”
She nodded. “But what about…my father? Francie? Will, Marshall, Weiss, Dixon, Sloane, Derevko?”
“Syd, your father went into a deep depression after you disappeared. He still works at the CIA, yet barely speaks a word. Francie…Syd, I’m so sorry. But she is dead. You must know this.” She was silent.
“Will is fine, believe it or not, he went through so much to find you, Syd. He lives in your apartment still. We still have no traces of Sloane, and well, we just encountered Derevko. So at least we have a lead.” When she didn’t respond, he turned. Sydney was fast asleep.
“That’s enough information for tonight.” He whispered. “I love you.” And he fell asleep too.
fftopic: Anywho, did Webb give you any homework? I gotta research SARS! Lol, it'll be fun. BTW, does anyone really know what monkeypox are? Cause I really don't watch the news. 