~Part 2~
~Confessions~
She strolled slowly down the streets of Vancouver, trying to familiariz herself with the system of the city. Memorizing short cuts and buildings and street names. All the essential things she needed to know to survive. She stops at a magazine rack. Her eyes scan the wall and come to a halt when she sees the name DareDevil on the front of the National Inquirer. Any person that hadn't seen DareDevil with their owns eyes would never believe the stories and rumors that follow his name. Matt had told her the story of his life as they walked through the city streets one night, before she knew who he really was. She hated to leave him like she did, but she had too. If he had gotten the gift she had left him then he would know she was alive and well, otherwise, he would think like everyone else back in the big apple. She picked up the magazine and started to read the front cover.
"Drug lord killed at the hands of Dare...."
"You actually believe that stuff?" A voice asked over her shoulder. She put down the magazine and turned around. Michael Vaughn stood in front of her, a coffee mug in one hand and the other stuffed lazily in his pokcet. He smiled and took a sip of the warm liquid, letting it ease his throat on the cold morning.
"Maybe....do you?" She asked in return. He shook his head.
"The guys that write that are on crack, i can see it now, they meet every morning trying to figure out how to make people jump out of their skin, i actually only read it when i need a good laugh." He said taking another sip.
"Well, how do you know that Daredevil isn't real? You've never seen him, never been to New York, how would you know?" She asked.
"Well, i wasn't actually talking about Daredevil, i was just saying not to believe that stuff they call news, it's all felgercarb." He said. She started to walk away. He followed her.
"And for the record i have been to New York, many times actually." He said.
"Congratulations." She said as she stopped at a corner, he stopped next to her.
"You disapperead last night without giving me your name you know." He said. She kept her eyes moving along the streets.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." She said. Once the walking light flashed she was already in the street trying to get away from him.
"Is this how you treat all the guys that save your a**!?" He asked as he stood in the middle of the crosswalk. She stopped and turned around to look at him.
"Okay, first of all, you did not save my a**. And second, you're about to get hit by a bus." She said. Her head cocked to the side and her eyes follwed the transit bus as it started to move. He ran towards her from the street. He came to stand in front of her.
"You're not very easy to get along with are you?" He asked.
"No, not really, not after the life i've lived." She said. He stared at her, seeing a flash of pain, betrayl, and saddness in her chocolate brown eyes. She looked at him weirdly.
"Stop staring at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable." She said. She turned around and started walking again. He walked after her and soflty grabbed her arm. With in a fraction of a second she had him on his knees, his arm twisted behind his back as he moaned in pain.
"Agh!" He clenched his teeth. She leaned down towards his ear.
"Stop....following me." She said. She let go of him and stood up straight. Fixing her jacket, she turned around and walked off in the opposite direction. He stood up and rubbed his arm. He watched as she disapperead once again around the corner of a building. He sighed and walked off in the other direction.
~Three Days Later~
She walked into the same bar she had come to two previous weeks before. It looked the same, in the sense that there was barley anyone there. She walked inside and sat down.
"Tequilia?" The bartender asked. She nodded slightly and waited for her drink, he smiled and put it down in front of her. She glanced across the other side of the bar and sighed when she saw who was sitting across from her, his head was down and he healed a beer in front of him between his two hands, he picked at the label, seemingly in a trance, which actually surpirsed her. He sat quiet, not even acknowledging that he knew she was there. Her heart jumped a bit when he started to speak to her.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you staring is rude?" He asked as he took another long sip of his beer. Still, he didn't look at her.
"My mother died when i was four." She said still staring at him.
"Well, then hasn't your father ever told you that?" He asked.
"When he was alive, yes." She said. Her confessions that her parents were dead apparently got his attention, because he looked up at her, but his eyes weren't as soft as they were the last time she had looked into them. He seemed depressed slightly, saddened by an unknown cause. He then said something that no one had ever said to her before.
"I'm sorry." His voice was low, dejected like. He looked back down at the beer he was holding, there was obviosuly something eating away at his thoughts.
"Hasn't your mother ever told you not to ignore a lady?" She asked. He looked up at her once again.
"Yeah, but she also told me to leave a lady alone when told too, if i remember correctly our last run in wasn't very friendly, seing as it ended with you almost snapping my arm." He said.
"I'm sorry about that." She said looking down at her own drink.
"You know, i never believed the phrase 'nice guys finish last' until i got here. Everything i seem to do is wrong." He said. He looked up at her.
"I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable, and i wasn't following you. I just....don't know very many people. Jeff..." He points to the bartender.
"....is the only person i can trust to pour me a drink so i can forget about how twisted my life has become." He said. She stared at him once again, she could see he was telling her the truth, he was sincere.
"Maybe i should start to act like a jerk, maybe it'll get me further. What do you think?" He asked looking up at her a bit bitter. She stared at him for a moment, not speaking.
"That's what i thought." He said. He stood up and threw a 10 dollar bill on the counter. He started to head to the door.
"Sydney." She said. He stopped and turned around.
"What?" He asked. She turn her head to look at him.
"My name is Sydney Bristow." She said. His eyes got a bit softer as she finally revealed her identity to him.
"Sydney?" He asked. She nodded slightly. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor for a moment. He nodded and turned back towards the bar and walked over to where she sat.
"May i sit?" He asked. She nodded.
"You may." She said. He took a seat and folded his hands out in front of him.
"So, Sydney. Where are originally from?" He asked.
"New York." She said. He nodded.
"What about you?....Vaughn?" She asked. The way his name rolled off her tounge caught his attention. He looked across at her.
"What?" She asked. He shook his head.
"Nothing...um...LA." He answered.
"West coast boy, eh?" She asked drinking another shot. He smiled a little.
"Yeah, you could say that." He said.
"So what made you move here?" She asked. He looked down at the bar top, his fingers suddenly got interesting.
"I lost someone, someone very close to me." He said.
"He was my best friend, we worked together, and...he was killed in the line of duty." He said.
"Then you're a cop?" She asked. He shook his head.
"No, government." He said looking at her. She caught onto his drift and nodded.
"Anyway, there was this one....operation....it was supposed to be easy, we get in, get out, go home. But we were ambushed. They executed my best friend right in front of me." He said. He swallowed hard.
"And what makes it worse, is that the route we took to get out of the building was my idea, it wasn't what we were supposed to do. So techincally, i'm the one who murdered him." He sighed as he finished, as if a large weight was lifted off his shoulders.
"I haven't told anyone that in two years." He said. She slid her glass away from her.
"It wasn't your fault, you can't honestly blame youself." She said.
"There's no one else to blame." He said.
"What about you? Why are you here?" He asked looking up at her. It was no her turn to look down.
"I died." She said. He looked a bit confused.
"I...almost died...i think i did...but somehow i was saved. Long story short, my father was murdered a few weeks ago by a crime organization, they then came after me." She said. He nodded.
"I understand, you don't have to explain." He said. She nodded.
"Everyone in New York thinks i'm dead." She said.
"I couldn't stay there. So i came here." She said. He nodded in understanding. Vaughn looked up to see Jeff staring at the both of them.
"Come on Jeff, why are you here? Enlighten us?" Vaughn asked. Jeff laughed.
"I'm just boring old bartender that had a dream of owning his own bar, i'm just a boring old man." He said. All three of them laughed slightly. Elektra looked at her watch.
"I should be getting home, it's late." She said standing up. She started to take out money but Vaughn beat her too it.
"Don't worry, i've got it." He said paying for her drinks. She smiled up at him.
"Thank you." She said. She actually couldn't believe she had just said it. He smiled back.
"Your welcome." He said. She walked past him and toward the door.
"Syd?" He asked. She turned around.
"Would you like to get a cup of coffee tomorrow? Or dinner?" He asked. She was surpirsed by his question.
"Um...sure." She said. He smiled.
"Okay, there's a cafe just down the street from here, 8:30 sound good?" He asked. She nodded.
"8:30 it is." She said. He smiled.
"Okay, be careful walking home." He said.
"I will be." She said. She turned around and walked out of the bar, leaving a smiling green eyed man behind. As she walked down the street she couldn't quite believe that she was having dinner with a man she hardly knew, but then again, something about him seemed familiar.
it sounds good 
Awesome!!! make them fight like in the movie. lol!
But anyways... update soon... thanks for the PM