Revenge

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alias#1

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Hi! I wrote another fic!! I started to think ‘what if Sydney just started getting revenge on the people who killed Vaughn?’ Then this story popped in my head, and I had to get it out there.
S/V will come later. I am thinking about S/S, but I am not a big fan of that so if it does happen it will not be for long. Maybe, wadia later in the story.
If you want on/off the PM list then tell me.
Thanks!!
Please R&R!!!
Here it is!!!


Revenge

By: Alias#1 (bug) or (Meg)

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Although owning Vaughn wouldn’t make me sad!

Rating: PG to PG-13 possibly

Summary: This takes place right after Vaughn “dies”. Sydney is not pregnant.  I know it is sad.

Ship: S/V, S/S, possibly W/N






Chapter 1

I walk out of the room where the man I love lies dead. I can’t even grasp that he is gone. Not coming back to save me or tell me he loves me. I don’t know to be sad, angry, depressed, or anything. Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I realize this is actually real. He is gone. Forever.

I raise my head and see my father, Jack Bristow, he is carrying his normal no emotion expression. I wish I could be like that. Then maybe I wouldn’t be feeling this pain, like a part of me is missing. Everything is wrong and upside down. I drop my head and walk away a different person.


i know extra short, but the ending was really good in my opinion. I just didn't want to ruin it! Chapter 2 is very very very very very long so it should make up for chapter 1!!! Thanks for giving it a shot regardless if you liked it or not, Thanks for reading!! I will update soon!!! Off to the PMs
 
Good, but I want to read more. Already I am crying, and you just startedit. Please PM me when you update thanks
 
I want more soon pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.
I particulary hate sarkney, I love Sark but not with Syd, but I trust you will write an amazing story :D

Thanks for the pm....








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Chapter 2

It has been exactly one week since Michael Vaughn died, and I could not be more miserable. I am so depressed that I haven’t left the house since I came here the day he died.

A few days ago I had a ‘Jack Bristow day’ as I call them. It is a day when I feel nothing. I just sit down I the silence of my home and stare off into space. All emotions disappear. Those days are the worst.

Thankfully, today isn’t one of them. Today is Vaughn’s funeral. Half of me don’t want to go because of all the pain of having to say ‘goodbye.’ It just can’t be ‘goodbye.’ The other half of me, which is winning, wants to go because I love him more than I have anyone. I miss him. This is why I am going.

Tears are once again falling down my cheeks. I walk into my bedroom and open my closet. I pull a black outfit out. How am I going to do this? Sydney Bristow doesn’t suppose to have weakness.
Yet here I am, like this. I wipe my face and clear my throat.
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I pull up in my car. “Here we go,” say to my self. I get out of the car and walk in fighting back tears the best I can. I see the APO team, Vaughn’s mother, and a few people I don’t recognize.

“Sydney?” My father asks.

“Hi dad,” I say weakly and quietly.

“Are you okay?” he asks concern evident in his voice.

“I will be, eventually,” I say.

“If you need anything tell me,” he says.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” I say with a tear escaping from my eye.

I walk up to the front of the room and take my seat. Due to the fact that he was shot repeatedly he will not have an open casket. I am thankful for that because I couldn’t look at him like that, so helpless. It would kill me.

Everyone took their seats. My father sat next to me.

“Shall we begin? Michael Vaughn was a son, fiancé, friend, co-worker, and an extraordinary, good, kind man. He lies here as a result of pure evil. We all ask that the people responsible be caught by any means necessary,” The priest says starting the eulogy.

Any means necessary? Is anyone going to do anything to find the people responsible?

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The six men who are going to carry the casket got up and walked forward to retrieve the casket. Dixon, Eric, Marshal, my father, and two other agents carried it.

During the funeral I gad a ‘Jack Bristow moment.’ This is how I have been able to hold together.

I slowly make my way outside just in time to see them put the love of my life in the back of a hearse. I look over to my dad.

Then walk to my car. I get in with tears flowing freely down my cheeks again. The hearse drives off going left and I drive going right.
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I look up and find my self at the pier. I see the water in which I threw my beeper in. I look over hoping to see Vaughn, but to my dismay he isn’t there.

I sob out loud. “He is gone. Get that in your head. He is gone forever,” I scream.

What do you think? Sorry it took so long to update. All chapters should be pretty long. I am up to Chapter 5. Next chapter starts the ass kicking! By the way I decided against S/S. The only ship I can write is S/V. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Please R&R!! Off to the PMs!!

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Nancy O
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Smartgirl2004
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That everyone?
 
This is amazing.
More soon please.
I don't know if it makes any difference but in my screene name, the e is not capatalized.
but I do sign all my posts with a capital e so I see how people would be copnfused...
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So sad. I hope Syd does find out who did this to them. Not too much of a Sark fan so I hope his appearance is short, very short. Thanks for the PM
 
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