Episode Report Card Erin: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Doctor, Doctor, Gimme The News!
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 6 | Aired on 11.09.2002
So, looks like Vaughn and Syd are due for some blood tests and urine samples. Syd's all, look, if Sloane pages me, this is gonna be a problem. Doctor Sweater Vest is all, don't worry about that, your dad's covering for you. Oh, and Sloane's far too busy donning his Special Robes Of Summoning Dead Emily to worry about you and your stupid fucking schedule. Trust us. He's about eight steps away from a straightjacket and a room made of Nerf, okay? He could give a damn about you.
Syd goes to the one examination/quarantine room that the Ops Center has (because, even though the CIA can afford to send entire teams of people to Budapest to watch over a group of errant spy kids, they can't afford to have TWO quarantine rooms that might, you know, prevent the virus from traveling from Vaughn, who is SO infected, and Syd, who SO is not) and stands outside, looking in at Vaughn, who's sitting on the edge of his bed in just his undershirt. He looks very nervous and REALLY hot. Yeah, I'm going straight to hell. The man could be dying and I only care about how cute he looks. Syd enters, one sleeve rolled up to show where blood was drawn, and just looks at Vaughn. "I know," he rasps. She walks over to him and sits down on his bed. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was hoping for a little sumpin' sumpin', but all we get is a really sweet and heartfelt moment where Vaughn just puts his arm around Syd's shoulders and she leans her head down and just rests it on his strong and manly shoulder.
After the break, we're back with the sickies, as Syd sleeps on her bed, hands folded neatly beneath one cheek. Vaughn's quietly watching her sleep, which, depending on what floats your boat, is either incredibly sweet or incredibly creepy. If it were me, I'd think it was incredibly sweet, but I'd be mortified, because I know I totally drool in my sleep and to think that my boyfriend were just lying there watching spit spill out of my mouth is not the most romantic thing I could picture.
What's that, Viggo? You think it's CUTE when I drool? Oh, you're just being nice. Do you want something? You're serious? Well, I think it's cute when you fart while you sleep. Except, of course, if you've had a curry for dinner, in which case, I usually sleep on the sofa, because dude? That shit is NASTY.
Luckily, Syd's not drooling or farting. Vaughn continues to watch her until she wakes up and says hi. They smile at each other, and Syd asks if he closed his eyes at all. He's all, yeah, kind of. Did you know you talk in your sleep? Syd full-on blushes and asks what she said. "'Don't frost the pie!'" he gigglingly informs her. "It seemed really important." Okay, they are BOTH too cute for words in this scene. She's all blushy and embarrassed, and he's all charmed and besotted. Their talk turns serious as Syd asks Vaughn if he thinks they're sick. Vaughn doesn't know. "Vaughn," she says, leaning forward, "can I tell you something?" She is SO gonna tell him she loves him! She SO IS! But just then Doctor Sweater Vest storms in, disrupting the romantic and earnest atmosphere. He informs Syd that she tested negative for antibodies. She's free to go. He goes on to tell Vaughn that his tests are inconclusive, and that they found a heightened level of antibodies in his bloodstream. This could mean he's going to start bleeding out at any moment, or he could just be fighting off a wicked head cold. Let's hope it's the latter.