MAÇOIS BAY: FAILED OPERATION

Day 9

LOS ÁNGELES - C.I.A. HEALTH CENTRE

Sydney woke up in a hospital bed. At first, she felt very dazed, unable to locate herself properly. She was tired, and bashed. But she began to remember what had happened. The journey back by helicopter, how she began to feel sick and to lose consciousness, Weiss and Michael’s concern... and after that she only recovered sensations, flashes of memories. She remembered they had come back to Los Angeles, by a medical plane the CIA chartered. But the rest was unsure. What Sydney knew was that now she felt much better, and the most important was that she felt almost completely safe for the first time in many days.

She looked around and her heart missed a beat when she saw her father, sat beside the window. He was sleeping and she didn’t want to wake him up, but the wish of speaking and hugging him was stronger.

“Dad?”, she said

Jack Bristow startled when he heard Sydney’s voice.

“Sweetie!”, he woke up hastily to embrace her. He had his eyes brilliant, as he was about to cry. He kissed her face, “How do you feel?”
“Fine, dad. I feel as if a lorry had passed over me, but I feel OK”, Sydney smiled.

Jack hugged her stronger.

“I was so afraid of losing you, I was completely scared. My God, I can believe you’ve come back... Sure you’re OK?”, he said
“Yes, I am. It’s over. I’m here, you’re here, ok? Tell me, what happened? How long have I been sleeping?”
“Almost 48 hours, darling. You came dehidrated, under shock effect... you were so pale that you looked as a corpse...”
“Dad... just let me breath, please.”, Sydney laughed and suddenly become serious, “What... what about Sloane?”
“He’s at the CIA. They want to know many details before sending him to a high-security prison. SD-6, without their director, has lost the way and it’s a matter of short time to dismantle the agency forever”
“But, won’t they try to track us? I mean. Are we still in danger?”, she asked weakly
“We think they have better things to do, but there’s a risk with the other branches of the Alliance... but don’t worry, darling. A protected programme is being designed until the issue is over. But it will not last long, I promise. We don’t know yet which are the final places each of us will be send to, but I’ll give you details when it’s decided”
“Do we know something new about the Group? About Sark?”
“Nothing at all, but we’re also investigating that issue”
“And... Dad, what has happened with Vaughn? He saved me, but the protocol...”, Sydney asked, hesitant.
“It has been hard even for me to take him out of Kendall, but, taking into account what he did for you, and the fact that thanks to him we got Sloane, Kendall finally won’t touch his file, nor Weiss’. I owe him the life of the person I love the most, sweetie”
“Where is he now?”
“He went home a couple of hours ago. He’s been here, next to you all night. He must love you much to have done what he did. But I’ll give him the news; he told me to tell him if you woke up. I’m having a debrief in thirty minutes, so I’ll call him, OK?
And I’ll bring the good news to everybody. Maybe we could talk about some medals...”, Jack smiled.
“We’ve paid a heavy price for medals, if they’ve to come”, Sydney said a bit sadly.

Jack embraced her again, getting her closer to him, fearing for her because he knew she had a long way to recover completely from the experience.

“My dear!”, he whispered, “You’ll be OK. I know it’s been hard, that it’ll be hard to forget all, but we’ll get to it, you’ll see”
“You promise?”
“I swear. We’ll do it”

They stayed silent, until a nurse came into the room.

“Oh...what a good morning. You’ve come back. How do you feel, miss Bristow?, the nurse checked her pulse, changed the channel she had in her arm and sounded her chest, “Everything seem to be OK, so we can disconnect the monitors. You’ve keep us in tension, agent Bristow”

The nurse left the room. Jack turned to his daughter.

“Honey, I must go now. I’ll call agent Vaughn right now. Try to rest a little”
“OK, I’ll see you later. But before you go, could you help me to get up? I would like to look through the window”
“Do you think is safe? I mean... well, do you feel strong enough?”
“Please, Dad, if I didn’t feel so, I wouldn’t asked for it”

Jack shook his head, but he helped Sydney up. Her wound ar the side still ached, but Sydney looked at her shoulder and noticed it was almost healed.

Sydney walked slowly to the window. Jack kissed her forehead and left her alone. Sydney smiled: it was still difficult for him to express his feelings... She couldn’t avoid a pain gesture when her mind turned to think about the time passed in Brazil. A part of her had died there and she was afraid of the consequences. But she was alive, she had always been a fighter, she couldn’t give up. Almost without noticing it, her thoughts turned to Michael and her heart beat strongly. He would help her, he loved her and she loved Michael, they would leave the past appart some day... She hoped he arrive soon, she was longing for seeing him again.

She was looking through the window, thanking God for being again back to her life. It was a miracle, the miracle she has asked for in Brazil. Sydney got lost in her thoughts, abstracted. Now she had to focus on leaving behind those terrible days. It would be hard; she wasn’t prepared for some things, but they happened and she would have to live with it. She trembled unconsciously when Flavio’s face crossed her mind. She felt weak and she leant on the window, catching air. Fortunately something interrupted her darkness in her mind.

“Syd...”, Michael’s voice sounded in the room.

Sydney turned, she could feel her heart about to jump out of her chest.
He was there, he had come!

Michael went to her and embraced her, He had no words. They both were crying, feeling the world stop for them. Michael looked at Sydney’s face, taking away her tears with his hand, a tender and soft move.

“At least... Sometimes I thought you were not waking up.”, he said.
“How are you, Vaughn? Are you OK?”
“Yes. More than Ok, now you’re back, I’m perfect, Syd”
“Yes, I’m here and I’m going nowhere again without you. I needed to see you again... I didn’t know what had been real and what not, I needed you to stay in front of me and see you with my eyes”

Michael couldn’t avoid take her closer to him to kiss her softly, just a brief moment.

“Right now”, she said, “this is the only thing worthing about this nightmare. I feel safe with you”
“I wish things wouldn’t be this way, Syd. If only... no matter. I’ll keep you safe, but promise me you’ll get to feel safe by your own. You’ve always been stronger than I am”, he said touching her hair.

They stayed that way for some immortal moments. But Sydney broke the silence.

“My father told me we will be sent to a cover stay, just for security, until SD-6 cell is dismantled. What happened with you? What did Kendall...?”, her words were interrupted by Michael’s.
“Everything is OK. I only got an severe warning.”
“And Sloane? What’s happening with him? What...?
“Another day, Syd. Don’t talk’bout that now”, Michael kissed her again.
“I don’t wanna go. I couldn’t face nor a single day away from you...”

Michael smiled and winked at her.

“Well, It’s supposed that I shouldn’t tell you yet, but the truth is...”
“The truth is... what, Vaughn?”, she inquired impatiently.
“Stop calling me Vaughn, or I’ll think that I’m only your handler, agent Bristow...”
“Sorry, V... Michael... What were you about to tell me?”
“Well, they think I may be on the point of view of possible reprisals, so I’m being sent with you wherever they finally decide to hide us.”

Sydney could refrain her happiness and relief to hear those words.

“Actually,”,Michael continued, “I think it was your father the one to propose the idea. He wants me to be with you, and I also want. I mean, not only because we’re together... but also because it’ll be hard to face reality again after what has happened, and I know all and I want to be with you, to help you if I can...and if you want me to. I don’t wanna leave you alone now”, Michael gave her a big hug, caring not to hurt her, “You’ll bury the past and I’ll be there to help you”

Sydney was crying. She loved him even more than ever.

“Michael...”, she asked in a severe mood, “what does the CIA know? Do they know all... absolutely all that happened?”
“No, I haven’t told them all. To my respect, I don’t know details about the last night you were in the camp... You’ll be the one to tell who you feel convenient to, but promise you’ll do it, please. It’s not something you can’t stand alone and I can’t give you all the help you may need. You know Dr. Barnett will treat it as confidential, away from protocols...”
“I’ll do it, Michael, I promise. But when we come back. Now I need to tidy my mind, and I don’t feel prepared to tell anybody. I even don’t know how I found the strength to tell you the truth.”, she said.
“I’ll respect your point... But I really feel well that you talked to me. I couldn’t bear you were suffering without knowing the reason”
“I trust you, it was the simple reason to do it. I felt eased when I told you. But it was hard, I was afraid you took away from me when you knew it”
“You’re crazy. Never say such a thing again. How could I go away when you need the most? How to do it when I cannot leave without you? I love you, and you’ll have to believe me because I’m going to show you every single second we’re together.”

Both looked through the window and stayed so for a while.

“I love you, Syd. I think I love you since the very first moment you came into my life”
“Me too, Vaughn”
“Oh my God... Michael! Call me Michael,... please!” he begged

They laughed, feeling the hope wrapping them.
 
EPILOGUE

Two weeks later


SALZBURG (Austria) - DÖM NICHTE HOTEL


“Mr. and Mrs. McCullen?”, the recepcionist asked.

Michael nodded.

“Room 447. Otto!”, the man called the bellhop, “guide the McCullens to their room. Hope everything suits you”

They were in Austria. They have arrived an hour ago, after a neverending journey with stops in Vancouver, Madrid and Paris. They were tired, especially Sydney. Last weeks have been crazy. Medical checkings, files preparation, psychological evaluations... Many hours for her to be sit down in planes and waiting rooms, for she was still convalescent.

They reached the room. From now on and during a time, they only had to rest and try to forget. They don’t know when they could come back; the CIA would let them know. Jack Bristow had been sent to Nassau, hot place, tropical paradise, but doctors thought the weather in Austria would be more recommendable for Sydney.

“I think I’m going to sleep right now. I can’t stand up nor a minute more, Vaughn”, she said.
“Michael!”, he protested
“Sorry, I think I’ll have to get used to it”, she smile to him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll unpack, OK? Then I’ll send the confirmation to Weiss. Try to rest, mrs. McCullen.
“You too, honey”, and she turned towards the bedroom.

Michael opened one of the cases. But he realized something and followed Syd again.

“Mmm... Syd... would you prefer that I sleep in the sofa?”, it was violent to ask it but he had to.

Sydney seemed to hesitate, just a second.

“No, Va... Michael, you don’t have to”, she smiled.




Michael woke up. Oh no...! Sydney was having a nightmare again. She had every night since he rescued her from the camp. It was logical, but Michael felt sad, ignoring how to help her. Trying not to wake her, he embraced her into his chest and rock her tenderly. It would be hard, and he knew it.





The next day


They spent the day at the hotel. They only went out to have lunch in a typical little restaurant they had seen in the same square where the hotel was situated.

Michael loved the light of the day... for Sydney. She was so different in the morning... one could say she was well, that she had overpowered her inner fears. Both knew only time could help her out of the memories. And they were together and they loved each other; they would manage to. Nightmares will eventually end.


They were watching old classic films the rest of the day. Films which were romantic, beautiful ones; films like those weren’t made anymore and Sydney and Michael agreed in that point. They were relaxed, just enjoying the time they’d never had before.

During the last film, “Tell Me It was not a Dream”, Michael got asleepy. He woke up, surprised of feeling Sydney kissing his chest. He didn’t know how to react; it was true he liked the moment, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He loved her and he could give her all the time of the world. Michael touched tenderly her shoulders.

“Syd... are you sure? I mean... well, I don’t know... everything is so recent that I can avoid worrying for you. I...”, he said, confused.

Sydney felt even more confident. She looked straight into his eyes. She shut his words with a brief kiss in his lips.

“Michael, I know, I haven’t forgotten, and I doubt if I would ever be able to. I don’t know if this is going to work, but I want to try it, honey, because I love you so much that I feel I can cope with everything now that you’re by my side. I want to try it, I want us to try to forget it this very night, every night... That men was the worst thing I’ve ever go through, but you are the one I truly love...”

Michael lay her on the bed and kissed her softly. He felt weird, he didn’t know what he should do and what he shouldn’t, if any move could make her appart from him. But he knew, he felt, more than ever, he loved Sydney. Tenderly, he took out the night shirt she was wearing and let his kisses spread in her body.

Sweet and softly, but with a passion lighted since immemorial times, they made love, tenderly. Sydney felt her fears turned off, she felt that a man had made her wish being dead, and that another man, Michael, would give her that life back with his caresses.

So was their night, until they saw the morning light, embraced, thinking that nothing could set them appart. It was not a moment for caring about the future, they would have time to do it when they come back home.




bristow_syd@wanadoo.es

June, 2003

 
Hi friends!

I’ve come to an end with this story. This has been my first fan-fic about Alias and my first fan-fic in English ever. So believe me if I say it’s been both a exhausting and a rewarding experience. Hope you’ve enjoyed it the same I enjoyed bringing the story to life. I’ve tried to do my best, but undoubtedly I will have to improve more my written English!

I would thank you all for the support you’ve given to me because you made this worth to go on. I was thinking to end with a cliffhanger to go on with the story, because I have ideas, the story is potentially a point to continue more fics from, but I want to take some time to do two things. First of all, give you the time I’d not had to review your fics and encourage you as you did with me. I work morning and afternoon so I didn’t have the time to do anything more than translating and posting this story. Second, I need my brain to rest to set the ideas for the development of more fics, connected or not with this one “Maçois Bay” (who do you think of a shipper paradise S/V fic?).

To end with (I don’t want to get you bored...), I would like to ask you for two little favours. One, please, if you loved this fic, spread your voice for other people come and enjoy, if you think is worth enough to. The second, please, make a final global review on this fic (including good, not so good and wrong points, language, title, suggestions, everything you want...) in order to review and complete a second enhanced version of “Maçois Bay” in short. Once I have the reviewed version and, of course, if you’re interested in, I can email you the Word final file even though I will post here again.

Millions of thanks. Hope you don’t feel this post is silly (I’m starting to think it myself). Keep contact!

Lots of kisses from Spain! Love you all! (oh my God, I have one of those sentimental days... poor you!)

Looking forward to reading your answers and heading to read your fics... I say see you soon!


mery :D :D :D :D :P
 
LightTraveller said:
wauw this is such a great story i love it, you did such a great job, congratulations.
dit ! And thanks for the PMs!
I think it was well written...and the whole story is absolutley great!!!! (y) (y)
:jump: :eek:scar: :jump:
and another point for you is that you updated really fast and made long chapters!!! So I had really much fun to read it!!!!
I think it makes it a lot easier to get into a story...and the story was wonderful, amazing, etc.
I hope you'll write another story...will you let me know if you do so, please?
Once again- very good job!!!!
 
It´s Very GOOD, Sad but very Sweet I like your treat to Syd & Vaughn pair, I call that the shipper Vein :woot: , You should to write more FF in English ;)

GOOD JOB Your are a great writer (y)
 
Together Forever, All Spanish are Shippers ;)

Bristow_syd, When you think to put the rest of the FF in Spanish Forum???? :P

Greetings from Shipperland :P
 
SPYnish, I think I'll put it tomorrow because I had some problems with Office programs and I have to make some changes before putting the last chapters. Sure, I'll do it tomorrow I promise!
 
I read this story in FF.Net and its great!!! I can't wait to read the ending! Was this story written in spanish and then translated? Its really good. Can't wait to read more!
 
*SPYnish* said:
Together Forever, All Spanish are Shippers ;)

Bristow_syd, When you think to put the rest of the FF in Spanish Forum???? :P

Greetings from Shipperland :P
there's a spanish forum?? how come i haven't seen it or heard of it before??
 
freelancer26 said:
*SPYnish* said:
Together Forever, All Spanish are Shippers  ;)

Bristow_syd, When you think to put the rest of the FF in Spanish Forum????  :P

Greetings from Shipperland  :P
there's a spanish forum?? how come i haven't seen it or heard of it before??
Yes, Here but is in Spanish
 
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