Infinite Skies

awwww. it's okay. I'm sorry i couldn't come back on. my parents were nagging for me to do this and that and then i had to eat dinner and then my mom took the computer :rolleyes: *grumbles* :cuss: but that was sooo beautful! i love it! so vaughn's dead? :confused:
--Mandy :angelic:
 
yes, my mommy is right! great chapts! i hope she can get out of that damn cell and go pick up her cat that she left at that inn!
 
er... I forgot about this... :lol: well... I forgot about the chapters I have done, so I'll just post them... oki.. and that ends this :blink:

Infinite Skies
Part VII


Sydney’s head is pounding from the numerous blows to her head and what her mom has said. The room starts to spin so she grips the sides of the bed for support. Questions began to swarm through her mind, but before she can ask, a man comes inside the cell. “Agent Bristow, I need you to come with me,” he told her. Getting to her feet, she glances at her mom, a small flash of fear growing. Irina smiles slightly, trying to reassure her, and at the same time trying to regain her composure.

The man grabs her by the arms, and she’s pushed out of the cell and down the hallway, escorted by several other men. Casting a glance behind her, she sees Irina leaning against the glass watching them take her away. The look is full of sadness. The fear that had been growing was now burning brightly inside her. I never should have left Lorry, I never should have come back, She thought. I should have known Weiss would betray me like this. Some tiny part of her is telling her there was no way she could’ve known, especially since he’d been- no, since he is- Vaughn’s friend. God, is there anyone I can trust anymore?

The men took her in a direction she’d never been before, and she was curious about where they were heading. Looking up, she sees the grim faces of the men and any hope that they were escorting her out vanished. One man catches her gaze and glares angrily at her, and walks a little faster, kicking her as he passes. Son of a [EDIT], Sydney thinks. But there was no use getting free now. There was no where for her to go, no where for her run to. There was no chance of escaping what awaited her.

A thought suddenly struck her. What if there is something infinite? Infinite pain… infinite bad luck in my case anyway. Her heart sinks even lower as she’s brought into a room. Kendall’s there. She suddenly feels like she’s at a hearing, and this is judgment day. She wants to run. She wants to run somewhere, desperately, escape somehow. She knows what questions they’ll ask, and she doesn’t want to answer them. There’s nothing she can do though, Kendall motions them to sit her in the chair in front of him. She unexpectedly feels small and insignificant when she sits down, looking at Kendall from across the room. Three more FBI agents enter the room after she has.

They sit down next to him, dropping several files on the table. Sydney averts her eyes, but she can feel the stares of the men on her. After some time one clears his throat. “Ms. Bristow,” he says, demanding her attention. Slowly, she turns her head to look into the cold eyes of the agents.

“That’s Mrs. Vaughn,” She says icily, glaring at them. One agent looks up from a folder and raises his eyebrows. She can feel her heart flutter anxiously as she awaits what comes next.

“Ms. Bristow,” said the first man, ignoring her. “Do you know why you’re here?” Sydney scowls at them once more. Is he saying that jus to annoy me? She wonders. It’s definitely working. She keeps her face expressionless.

“You will address me as Mrs. Vaughn, or Agent Vaughn, not Ms. Bristow,” She tells them coolly, deciding she won’t answer if they call her otherwise. All four of them frown.

“Look Ms. Bristow,” Kendall says with authority, “We don’t need your attitude right now, so you can stop the stubborn act before it gets started. These are my colleagues, Agent Durst, McCauley, and Davison.” He must be trying to show them he can keep me in line, Sydney thought, smirking slightly. He doesn’t want them to know he can’t control me, that he’s a flop when it comes to being a director of anything. “I suggest you answer the questions they have for you so we can get this over with. I‘ll repeat the question, do you know why you‘re here?” He asked, giving her a hard stare.

Sydney remains silent, holding his gaze. Determination flares in her, she won’t answer any questions. It doesn’t matter what they do to me, she thinks sadly. Life is more of a punishment then anything they could ever think up.

“Agent Bristow,” says Durst, displeasure showing through in his voice. “Will you be answering the question, or stay silent throughout the meeting?” Lifting her chin up slightly, she narrows her eyes at them. Agent Durst looks at Kendall. “Do all your agents act this way?” He asked, his tone was condescending.

Furious, Kendall scowls at Sydney. “I can assure you, only she does, but in time she’ll learn that her decisions are not always wise. She’ll learn her lesson.” Well that’s just great, Sydney thought sarcastically. As if I haven’t learned enough lessons from you. She fights back the urge to roll her eyes. “Don’t make this harder then it needs to be Bristow,” he tells her in a threatening voice. Her muscles tense, she wants to hurt him. Badly. No, don’t Sydney, it’ll only make things worse, She reminds herself. Relaxing a bit, she leans casually back in the chair, and looks somewhere else.

“Agent Kendall, we do not have time for this,” she hears McCauley saying. “Find a way to get her to answer the questions, or you may as well give her the death penalty for espionage.” Tightening his lips, Kendall turns back to her.

“Ms. Bristow, I’m growing tired of your charade, all you have to do is answer our question.” When she refuses to answer again, he turns his back on her to confer with the other three. She hears a muffled conversation, and she strains her ears to listen. They turn back and signal for the guards to come take her. Kendall pulls one aside and tells him something.

Agent Davison, who had been quiet throughout the little get-together strode up to Sydney, an unreadable expression on her face. “I’d like to speak with her alone,” She requested of the guards. They looked uncertain, but when Kendall nodded slightly, they let Sydney go and walked out to wait by the door. Davison waited until everyone had left the room before she said anything. “Agent Vaughn,” she started. Sydney looked up, a little shocked. “I wanted to let you know what the plans are for you. Since they’re fairly certain you won’t be subject to answering their questions, they wanted to put you under the death penalty,” Davison told her. Sydney showed no reaction. “However, I was able to convince them that since their was no proof you are or are not working with Irina Derevko to place you in a safe house, much as your father almost arranged for Derevko. You will be under 24 hour surveillance, and you will not be given another chance to meet with us.” Davison stopped, trying to gauge Sydney’s reaction.

It was impossible to be able to tell what Sydney was thinking, even she herself didn’t know what to think. Aren’t these actions a little extreme? she wondered. “So, are you saying, that they think I’m a terrorist?” She asked.

Davison smiled slightly. “Precisely. Along with thinking you could be as dangerous, if not more, as your mother.” Sydney smiled faintly. “You’ll be taken back to the cell for a few hours, then someone will come to escort you to the ‘house’. I don’t know many details yet, but I’ll be sure to talk to you soon.” She stands up as the guards re-enter the room. Sighing, Sydney gets up too and allows them to shove her back to the cell.

Irina gets up almost instantly when she’s pushed back into the cell, and walks quickly towards her daughter. “Are you alright?” She asked, worry lines appearing vaguely around her eyes. Sydney nods, her eyes tearing a bit. “What happened?” Irina wanted to know. She hated seeing her daughter so distraught, she wanted to stop it, but Sydney just waves her off again and sits back down on the bed.

Faltering, Irina walks over and sits down beside her, getting as close as she dared. “They were going to give me the death penalty,” Sydney told her quietly. Irina looked up sharply. “They aren’t going to anymore…” Sydney’s voice trails off. Irina could almost sense that’s what she wished had happened. She waits patiently for Sydney to continue. “An FBI agent, Agent Davison convinced them not to. She told me.. She said I was going to be taken to a safe house and put under 24 hour surveillance. I’m guessing it’s for the rest of my life.”

Irina felt her heart tugging. She didn’t want to see her daughter locked up for the rest of her life. Not like she was now. Her already broken spirit seemed as though it would shatter into more pieces at any moment. The name suddenly sparked recognition in her mind. “You said Agent Davison?” Sydney nods. Irina turns inward to think. “Sydney, I know how you can escape.”

Sydney looks up at her mom, stunned. Escaping was definitely something she wanted to do. But now that the idea of breaking out was a reality, she wasn’t sure if she could. She didn’t know if she could leave the possibility of isolation from the world, the guarantee that she’d never have to face another lying, traitorous person again. But freedom meant a lot. The thing was, she didn’t know which was more important to her.



Infinite Skies
Part VIII


“How?” Sydney managed to get out. Irina was about to reply when the door opened again. Two guards came through.

“You two, you get 20 minutes outside, lets go,” One said gruffly. Rolling her eyes, Irina lets herself be cuffed around her ankles and around her wrists as they always did when moving her anywhere. Like that would stop me from killing you, she thought mockingly. They do the same to Sydney, probably expecting her to put up a fight. Sydney remains placid though, and doesn’t put up a fight as the two of them are steered to the top of the building.

Once outside and the restraints are taken off, they huddle together in a corner of the building, watching the cars below them. Sydney feels a small thrill rush through her, imagining what it would be like to feel the wind rushing against her face if she fell. Whoa, she thought. Since when did I want to jump off a building? “I take it you don’t know about Agent Davison,” Irina murmurs to her. Sydney looks up, confused. “Agent Davison was part of my organization,” she says quietly. “She was put into the FBI for certain reasons before I became The Man, and I’d decided it might help to leave her there. Since she’s on your case, I was thinking she may be able to help you to escape.” As she finished her sentence, Agent Davison appears behind them.

“Talking about me, are you?” She asked smiling. They turn around . In a low voice, Davison continues. “Sydney, I’ve managed to arrange for you to escape, I’ll let you in on the details later. What I need to know, is if you want to do this first.” Sydney froze. She knew she had to make a decision fast. Mentally, she runs down a list of the pros and cons. Biting her lip, she nods slowly. “Good. You’ll be intercepted on your way to the safe house. There will be a car waiting for you when you get free. Keys will be in it, all you have to do is just go. It’s up to you where you go from there, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is go, and go fast.” With that, Agent Davison left abruptly, leaving Sydney to absorb it all.

She turns back to face the street. “Where am I supposed to go Mom?” Irina is silent. What am I supposed to say? She wonders. “If only Vaughn were here, he’d tell me what I should do, where I should go,” she says, her voice breaking. “I can’t believe he’s really gone.” She whispers.

“Sydney, listen to me. Vaughn is dead. You need to accept that.” Irina said firmly. She hates seeing her daughter fill with pain, knowing it was yet again because of her, but this needed to be said. “What happened, happened, and there’s no changing that. You can’t change the past Sydney, no matter how much you look back and wish. No matter how much you try to. He will never come back Sydney,” She told her softly.

Sydney looked up at her, her expression full of agony. It was almost too much for Irina to bear. “Maybe he will,” She said quietly. “Maybe he really isn’t dead. We don’t know for sure, do we?” Suddenly she broke down. “Oh god Mom! I miss him! I miss him so much! I can’t stand having to live without him, it hurts inside more each day. It’s all my fault he’s gone, I know it. He was always there for me no matter what, he took care of me even though he didn‘t have to. He was the one thing in this world that I never had to lie to or be someone else around, he was the only person who really knew me. He was the only person to ever really care about me. And now he’s gone, and it’s all my fault!” Sobs wrack her body and she crumples to the ground.

Irina feels like her heart is breaking to see her daughter so full of grief. Pulling Sydney up, she shakes her. “You can’t honestly believe that! You cannot honestly think that you are responsible for Vaughn’s death!” The guards shift uncomfortably at the sight, but don’t take any action. “He wouldn’t want you to think that!”

Sydney falls into her and starts crying. “I know Mom… I know… but it hurts. It hurts so bad.” Irina, not having been able to be this close before, hugged her daughter awkwardly, and soothingly rubbed Sydney’s back, trying to comfort her.

“I know Sydney, I know it hurts,” Irina said. “I know that you wished the pain would just go away, I know you wished this never had to happen. But it did Sydney. He may be gone, but you’ll still have the memories of him, memories you can hold on to and remember him by.”

Sydney sniffed, crying even more. “But why Mom? It’s not fair that all I have left of him are memories, after all I’ve been through, it isn’t fair!” She knew she was wailing in front of CIA agents, but frankly, right now she didn’t care. She was finally getting it all out to someone. “I don’t want just memories of him, I want him. I want him to come back.”

Letting her daughter go, Irina pushes Sydney back a bit to look her in the eyes. “Sydney, you should know by now that the world is never fair,” she tells her gently. “Be thankful that you do have the memories, if nothing else.”

A guard comes up behind them. “Breaks over,” he said, finding it rather uncomfortable to be interrupting their conversation. Sydney’s mute as the cuff her again and take her back to the cell. She stays silent for the next hour, and Irina just watches her, glancing at her from time to time.

So I’m supposed to be happy I have memories left? Sydney thinks. I should be grateful to the world that I still have memories. The world that caused me so much pain. How can I be happy that I have memories? There are so many memories I want to forget, so many things I never want to remember. The past was an odd thing. So many people looked back, reminiscing about the better times. For Sydney it was all full of heartache and hurting. Not something she wanted to remember. She doesn’t realize how much time she spends thinking silently to herself when her mom speaks up.

“Sydney, I know you want to be alone right now, but they’re going to come to take you away any moment now.” Sydney looks up at her mother. “I just wanted to let you know. I love you.” Irina’s said haltingly.

“I know Mom,” Sydney said, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you too. And… Thanks… for everything.” The sound of foot steps reach her ears. “I’ll never see you again, will I?” Irina shook her head. “That’s just great,” Sydney said bitterly. “The one person I have left will be taken from me too. There‘s nothing left anymore.”

Before Irina can answer, men come in and cuff her daughter, pulling her out to a waiting van. As she leaves, Sydney can hear these words muttered softly. “Memories Sydney. There will always be memories.”




er.. sorry that was so long... :thinking: another part might be up soon... later today.. or something :blink: lol...
 
*bawls* so sad. poor Syd, she's going out into the world alone.... with out lorry.... :(
--Mandy :angelic:
 
Geez Jo. You sure do know how to make a woman cry. If I'm even considered a woman. No joke, I have tears on my cheeks now.

You can't let them take Sydney away like that! She's not a spy! Why won't she speak! Make her tell them!! NOOOO plase don't let this happen. And she doesn't even have her cat anymore :(

Excellent job though. ;)
 
oh god, now they r gonna take her away from that last bit of anything she has, kill the CIA! kill kendall! that's just wrong! she didn't even do anything wrong! poor lorry, that cat needs her and she just left on it... great chapt!
 
“How can you have hope though,” Sydney asks, her voice cracking, “after all the pain and suffering you’ve had to go through. How can you honestly believe that hope can be real?”

Irina was thrown off by this question somewhat, not understanding what Sydney meant until she realized she wasn’t just talking about the family, but about life in general. Her life. With all the lies and deceit and pain. “Sometimes that’s all we can do,” She answered simply. “To believe in hope. Things will happen for a reason, we may not know why, we may not want to know why, but they do. The only thing we can do about it, is to just accept it, and to move on. It may hurt, it may be hard, but in the end, it’s all that we have left to do. To keep going and know that everything will turn out for the better. That’s what hope is. The thing is though, not to forget everything that’s happened, but to forgive it for happening.” Irina stops there, unsure if she should go on. What I say next is something she might not want to hear, she thought.

Sydney must have sensed she had more to say because she’s looking at her mother questioningly. “Such as Vaughn’s death,” Irina says, plowing ahead. She sees Sydney wince slightly, pain filling her eyes. “I know it’s hard, and you don’t want to accept it, you don’t want to recognize that he’ll never come back, but some time, you’ll realize that the only thing you can do, is to let him go, but keep a hold on the memories. Forgive the world for taking him from you, but never forget what he meant, who he really was. Especially not to forget how much he loved you.” She added the last sentence so quietly, it was barely audible.


*SIGH* I still have to read the last two parts though!
 
that was so sad. wats syd gonna do now? so shes gonna jus run from the world?? good chap tho and do u think i could get a pm when u update?
 
ah i finally got all caught up...its really good...sooooooo sad though!!! i want irnia to escape with syd....

can i get a PM when u update?
 
eHlo guys! Sorry it took so long but I had to keep doing it over and over cause it just got to.. weird -_- :lol: Hope ya like ^_^



Infinite Skies
Part IX


Memories aren’t enough, Sydney thinks to herself. Her escape had gone as planned, and she’d been driving for over an hour now, with no destination in mind. How can memories be enough, she questions, when the only memories you have bring pain? Knowing you can’t change the past. Knowing everything you once cherished is gone. Never to be embraced again. In all her life, she knows she’s never felt more alone. I almost wish I couldn’t feel anything at all.

She doesn’t know where she’s going. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do when she gets some where. The only thing she knows is that she doesn’t want to go back to L.A. There’s nothing there for me anymore. There hasn’t been for a long time. A sudden wave of despair washes over her. There’s no one left. There is truly no one at all. Which in a way suits her just fine. With no one left, she doesn’t have to care anymore. She can now do anything she wants to do, and not have to worry that about someone else. The only person she has to think about now, is herself.

It still hurts though. The only person who cares about me, is me. And I couldn’t care less about myself. Was there no reason to everything? Was there any incentive at all to her life? It seemed not. Sydney wonders what it would be like if she would just cease to exist. Whether anyone would notice. If someone saw me on the street, would they just keep walking? Or would they care? She ponders. If I fell off the face of the earth, would anyone miss me? It shouldn’t matter though, she tells herself. It shouldn’t matter if anyone cared anymore. Who knows, if they did, maybe it was just pity they had on her. Or perhaps they felt obligated to talk to her, to be around her. No, she was through with people. Leaving L.A. behind meant leaving her past behind.

Which means leaving Vaughn behind. And my father, she realizes. Although that doesn’t really count, because I know they’re with me wherever I go. Just not in the way they used to, she thinks sadly. Her heart wrenches in grief when she pulls out Vaughn’s watch. His father’s watch. The one that stopped the day they met. She’d carried it around with her since he‘d died, bringing it out every once in a while to recall a time she was actually happy. To remember that there was a reason to breathe. It seemed so long ago that she’d been content, it was almost like a memory. Everything was so hazy, so dreamlike. But that’s all they are. Dreams.

She’d been so naïve to think everything would work out, and in the end it would be perfect. Nothing ever turns out for the better. She’d learned the hard way that life sucked, and it was a lesson she wasn’t going to forget. So what am I supposed to do now? She asked silently. What am I supposed to do with my life? There’s no where to go. There’s nothing waiting for me, no promises for the future. The only thing that made life worthwhile is gone. If there was one saying about life that was ultimately true, it was that life not only sucked, the longer you lived it, the more it brought you down. The more it would suck everything out of you.


And people wonder why others grow up to be bitter, she scoffs. They’re given the worst lives possible to live. They find happiness and have it ripped from them over and over again until they can’t believe in anything anymore. If only I could just run from the world. Hide from it all. Maybe then everything would be okay. Who was she kidding? The only way everything would be okay was if she could go back in time and change everything. She’d trade all her tomorrows to live in yesterday.

Oh God, the irony of it all. To think that at one point in time she’d been living for the days to come. Now here she was, a few years later, pining for the days of her past. Life just can’t wait to kick me in the ass, she thinks bitterly. Before she realizes it, she’s pulling over to the side of the road, digging out an untraceable cell. Her heart wishes now more then ever that the numbers she punch are to Vaughn’s phone. In a way she thinks it is, and waits for the familiar voice to greet her. Her stomach drops out once more when Francie’s voice answers instead. “Francie, hi.”

“Sydney?” Came the voice. “Syd, I... why are you calling?” Francie asked blankly. “I thought we would talk when you come back.”

Sydney’s throat tightens. “That’s actually sort of why I’m calling,” She tells Francie hesitantly. I can still back out, she thinks. I can still go back to L.A. Or somewhere in California. Or.. something. I can’t leave everything behind. Oh God what have I gotten myself into?

“Are you back already?” Francie asked, her voice tinted with happiness. “That’s great, you know, just drop by the restaurant and we can talk, I should be closed up in a few minutes.”

“That’s, um, actually not it.” Taking in a deep breath, Sydney continues. “I’m not coming back.”

There was a pause. For a moment Sydney thought time had actually granted her wish and stood still. Unfortunately, a bird flying by confirmed it hadn’t. “You... you aren’t coming back?” Francie said dumbly, as though she didn’t understand. “But.. I mean... Is there.. I don’t... Why not?” She didn’t seem to be able to form complete sentences either.

Closing her eyes, Sydney tilts her head back. “Francie, I just don’t think going back is an option anymore. There’s no reason for me to come back. L.A. doesn’t have anything for me anymore.”

Francie lets out something between a laugh and a snort. “Come on Syd, you’ve got everything here. You’ve got your job, your friends, your home. . . you have everything here. There’s no reason not to come back.”

“I don’t have my job. I’ve lost all my friends. I don’t have a home. I haven’t had one for a while now. All I’ve had was a place for me to sleep in,” Sydney says, desperately hoping she wouldn’t have to explain everything.

“Syd, you can’t go.” It was more of a command then request. “You can’t just take off because things got a little rough.” There’s another pause, then Francie’s voice starts suddenly. “I know what you’re doing. You’re running away,” She said accusingly, not bothering to keep the contempt out of her tone. “You know, my God Syd, you were the bravest person I knew, what the hell happened to you? You never used to run from anything. Now you’re running like it’ll change everything. I can’t believe you.”

Her words had cut deeper then she’d intended and Sydney was grimacing from the sting they had. In a slow voice she says, “Francie, I am not running. You need to understand there are things you don’t know, things you can’t and won’t ever know about me. Life didn’t get ‘a little rough’. Life has always been ‘a little rough’ to say the least. If I’m running what’s it to you? You have other friends, you don’t need me. Let someone else take my place in my life, if they haven’t already. And I think, that after all I’ve put up with in my life, all the felgercarb that’s happened to me, I’m entitled to do a little running. So you can just back off,” She finished in a threatening manner.

“Alright Syd, if I’m so clueless about everything, then tell me. Tell me, what makes your life so bad? What don’t I understand? Why can’t you just come back to L.A. and work everything out?” Francie pressed, trying not to loose her temper.

Bringing her hand to her forehead, Sydney sighs. So maybe I am running. But in some ways I have to. “Francie, I just can’t! You know, there are things people just can’t do, and explaining myself is one of them! You’ll have to trust me that I have a good reason to not come back.” She was getting annoyed with the fact Francie just wouldn’t let it all go. If I hang up now, I won’t have to deal with this, I won’t be in her life any more, screwing it up or whatever. “I have to go,” She says quickly. “There’s someone-”

Francie cuts her off. “Sydney Bristow, don’t you dare hang up on me! We are not through! I swear to God Syd, you better get your ass back here, I will not let you run away. I don’t care where you are, you are coming back to L.A. and you are dealing with whatever the hell your problems are.” Her voice is getting louder at every word, and she’s determined not to let Sydney off the phone.

Sydney’s face scrunches in pain as she replies. “I can’t Francie... I just can’t.” As she reaches to press the end button she can hear Francie screaming her name through the phone. Slouching down in her seat, she closes her eyes again, a feeling of regret washing over her.

I could have told her, Sydney thinks. I could have told her everything. I’d have someone to talk to at least, someone to confide everything in. But then she’d know all my secrets, and there’s only one person I can trust with them. Of course, he isn’t around anymore. So why not find someone to entrust her feelings with? Tell them all her dark secrets, all her hopes and dreams and fears. A lot of reasons. One being, what if they end up leaving too? Or the fact I don’t want to bother any more people about my petty glitches in life. Even the fact that they wouldn’t care, wouldn’t understand. But how she’d love to feel lighter. To have the weight of the world off her back. So maybe it isn’t the world on my back, but it feels pretty damn close.

But no, she wouldn’t get to feel like that. She wouldn’t be free. Things didn’t work that way; She’d just get sucked into nothingness and turned inside out, pulled deeper into a world of hurt and deceit, of lies and betrayal. She wishes she was with her mom right now, maybe she’d at least be getting a talk about how good life can be, or how she couldn’t give up on it. Oh Mom... you’re never around when I need you the most... A tear runs down her face.
 
hey! you didn't warn me that you were posting! now i can't post first! humph *pouts* but i'm so depressed now *pouts more*
--Mandy :angelic:
 
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