Ok, guys this is my first fan-fic, but I dont care if you are kind or not! I want your honest opinions, do you want me to continue? And if so, give me some ideas and your criticism. Thanks! As Sydney stared at the glowing television not really watching, but not quite ready to turn it off, her thoughts began to drift. At first, she thought about the funny things, about how cute and excited Will had looked at his first CIA meeting, about how sweet Vaughn had been to let her make that horrible shot when they were playing hockey. Then, her thoughts slowly began to shift to the dark questions that had been sitting in farthest corner of her mind ever since her mother had betrayed her. Did she deserve Vaughn? Yes, she knew that he loved her, and she certainly loved him, but did she really deserve him. Even now, how did he put up with all of her burdens? Then, the what if's? began to plague her. What if she had in some shape or form inherited the evil trait that made her despise her mother? What if she was destined to become like her mother? And worst of all, what if once Vaughn found out all of these supposedly horrible things about her he would'nt want to be with her anymore? The more Sydney tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind, the more they seemed to haunt her. Finally, just as she was drifting off to sleep she heard a voice that she knew all to well call "Sydney!".