Hello! I'm back with another fanfic. It takes place 8 years in the future. And this has nothing to do with the story Dream of Dreams. I realized after I wrote the first section that people might think they were related but they're not. I wrote this before that story was even up. So, don't get them confused. Here goes! Hope you like it and please review! Oh, and the sentence at the begining will continue. I write more with every section. I know that's confusing, but you'll see what I mean. Eventually. Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who are the lonliest of all? SYD"S POV Sometimes, when I look in the mirror and see the person who looks back at me, for a split second I'll think "Who is that?" Or for a moment, I'll see part of him, his eyes, his mouth, something about him, in someone else, maybe one of the gaurds. When that happens I freeze, my heart rate speeds up, I feel faint. Even after the thousands of times that has happened, I still have the same reaction. In my dreams, I dream of escape, solely to see him one more time. He's probably forgotten by now. It's been... five years? Seven. Seven years. Right now he's probably getting into bed, next to his adoring wife, after just tucking his two beautiful children into bed. He's not giving any thought to the woman who has been missing for all this time, who loved him with all her heart and soul. In some ways, I don't know what's worse. Finding me dead to him, or actually being dead. He's the only thing that has tied me down. Those times I think I see him walking through the halls bring me back my sanity, knowing that he's out there. Somewhere. I don't care if he's married, I just want to see him again. Actually, I would care, but the only reason I have to be alive is to see him one more time, whether he's holding me in his arms or someone else. That's why my captors could never really break me. Sure, they had tried every way to convince me he was dead. "See? The pictures? Michael Vaughn, bullet to the head?" "Michael Vaughn was killed in a car accident today." "Michael Vaughn was married today. " (that was my least favorite.) "If you don't tell us everything you know Michael Vaughn will be killed." (to which I would spit the blood from my mouth onto the floor and say "If he was able to be gotten to, you wouldn't kill him, you'd bring him here, with me.") Every night I would look around the grey hell hole that was my cell. I would search for vents, loose boards, cameras, listening devices, anything that could help or hinder my escape. Every night for seven years. I knew it was pointless. But, there was this little voice in the back of my mind, that sounded much like Michael (as I had grown to call him), that told me never to stop searching. I never let myself become physically weak. My captors fed me only enough to keep me alive, but I had gotten used to it, and what had once left me hungry now left me quiet satisfied. Whoever was in charge here had put in a punching bag after I... let my anger out on every person who got within ten feet of me. Anger was better taken out on an inatimate object, they had said when they brought it in. Of course, by this point I used the punching bag to stay fit and prepared for my escape, whenever it would come. How did I get myself here? Into this prison? I relive that day many times. I try to think of ways it could have been different, ways I could have escaped and ran, ran until I found Michael and jumped into his arms. Sloane had finally been captured. I had had one mission left. Once mission before I handed in my resifnation forms and left the spy life behind. I went out for a run that morning as I always do. About halfway through I started to feel like someone was watching me. I spun around to see who it was. There was only a man walking a baby (that I couldn't see) in a baby carraige. I figured I was just crazy and continued on. I nervously spun the promise ring Vaughn had given me around on my finger. But the feeling wouldn't go away. I was about a block away from my house when I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. I never felt myself hit the ground. I was unconcious by then. I should have noticed something was wrong. Who walks their baby at five o'clock in the morning. I bet there was no baby. When I woke up I found myself just as I did every morning. Lying on a cold cot, bright light on me. Tears filled my eyes, as they always did when I thought of times before I was here. I dug into my pillow case and pulled out my promise ring, that for some reason had been looked over or I was allowed to keep it when came here. I reached behind me, making it look like I was just stretching in case anyone watching would want to take my memories of Michael away as well as his self. It was a silver ring with a wavy pattern of amethysts going through it. On the inside was carved "October 1st. Always and Forever." I smiled at the memory. FLASHBACK We were at this cute little Thai place just outside LA. In the middle of the meal, Vaughn pulled out a little black box and handed it to me, a smile on his face. "I got you something," he had said. My eyes grew wide. "Don't worry, it's not an engagement ring. Not yet anyway." I opened the box, wonder blooming on my face. "Michael..." "You like it?" "I love it! Almost as much as I love you." Michael gasped, mock fear fear on his face. "Will I have to compete with the ring?" I leaned across the table and kissed him hard on the lips. "I said ALMOST. And I love it mostly because it's from you." Michael smiled. "Read the inscription." "October first. Always and forever." I looked up at Vaughn, tears in my eyes. "I love you." "I love you." END FLASHBACK I cried myself to sleep again that night. *** One month later (A/N Yeah, I know it's a long time, but hey) Something's happening. Something big. I'm not sure what. Everyone here is tense, not that they ever were a joyous lot, but still. People rush around the hallways, yell at each other. Which is good for me, because most people ignore me. I haven't been interogated in a week, whereas I used to be questioned every day. My cuts and bruises actually had time to heal before more appeared. I asked people what was going on, but none would tell me. Finally, a new girl named Marie, who looked lost and like she wanted to be anywhere but here, told me "Some one's close to finding out location." When I inquired further as to what that location was, she fell silent. But I was overjoyed. If someone was close to finding out our location, then I was close to being free! Free to see Michael. I wouldn't take my ring off after that. A few days later, several guards came to my cell. I assumed that they were taking me back to my torture sessions, but instead of turning left at the end of the hallway, like I had every time I was taken, we turned right. We went through two double doors at the end of the hall. To the outdoors. I blinked in the bright sunshine. I stood in a feild, some woods close by. There were no hints to where I was. However, I did know that I was outside for the first time in SEVEN years. A smile grew across my face. That is, until I felt the barrel of the gun pressed against my back. "Get in the van," said the holder of the gun. I started to get in, but I suddenly reached behind me and grabbed the gun. I took out all the guards before they knew what was happening. I took the money from their wallets. I needed it to get back to Michael, and besides, after all they had put me through they owed me. I ran off into the woods, gun in hand. That's all for now! I hope you liked it and PLEASE review. I'll post more soon!