Jack Bristow walked up to the young agent, who had been standing at his daughter's grave ever since the funeral had ended.

“I don’t believe she’s dead, Jack.” Vaughn said, as Jack came closer to him.

“I don’t think so either.” Jack said quietly. “My daughter was not one to give up easily.”

Vaughn gave a slight smile. “No, she wasn’t.”

They were silent for a moment, before Vaughn spoke up again.

“I loved her.” He whispered, holding back the tears. He wasn’t about to cry in front of Jack Bristow.

“I know.” Jack said. Vaughn looked at him in surprise. “Don’t look so surprised Mr. Vaughn. I saw the way you looked at her.”

Vaughn gave a slight smile again. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t very good at hiding my feelings.”

“On, the contrary, Mr. Vaughn. You hid it very well when it was necessary. But even I know that your relationship with my daughter wasn’t an ordinary one. The two of you had something I had never seen before.”

“The only thing that I regret out of our relationship was the fact that I never had the chance to tell her how much I loved her.”

“She knew, Vaughn.” Vaughn looked at Jack in surprise once again.

“Like I said, I saw the way you looked at her, but I also saw the way she looked at you.” Jack said.

“There is one more thing you should know, Jack.” Vaughn said. Jack looked at him, giving him the permission to continue. “I had every intention of proposing to her when we went to Santa Barbara this weekend.”

Now it was Jack’s turn to look at Vaughn in surprise.

Vaughn smiled again. “I know what your thinking. You never realized that our relationship had progressed that far. But I loved her a---a completely crazy amount. I just wish I had the chance to know if she would have said yes.”

“I think she would have.” Jack said. “I have to go for a meeting with Kendall. Stay as long as you like.” He said.

“Thanks, Jack.” Vaughn called to his retreating back.

Vaughn turned to the headstone in front of him. He took the little box out of his pocket and the tears that he was trying to hold back while Jack was here, started streaming down his face.

“God, Syd,” He choked out. “As I told your dad. I loved you. So, even if I don’t think your dead, I may never see you again. I think that I’ll leave this here, for safe keeping. I love you Syd.” He said before walking away from the headstone, leaving the engagment ring there.

Sydney Bristow

1970-2003

Beloved Daughter, Friend and Lover

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