Uch the computer just erased everything I wrote, and I had like two paragraphs left. GRRR... Anyway, here it is, and I hope you like it!
"Syd? Sydney?"
"Hmm?" she mumbled. Her eyes opened to see Vaughn standing over her, eyes full of concern.
"Hey there. You fell pretty hard there."
"Hello, Sydney," said Alice, interupting. "I trust you remember me." She said it as a statement, not a question. Sydney, she knew, would remember Alice even if she hadn't turned to the dark side. Sydney, angry, spat on Alice's Jimmy Chou's. Alice just laughed, she could get another pair cheap, black market.
"Fiesty one," said Alice, laughing. "Michael?"
"What?" Vaughn was still looking at Sydney, seeing if there are any bumps from her fall. Suddenly, Alice pulled him into a deep kiss, and he looked away. So does Sydney, who started crying.
"I'd like to thank you for fainting," said Alice once she and Vaughn seperated. "I didn't have a tranqualizer gun on me, and it's awfully hard to knock a trained agent unconcious. Not that I haven't done it before."
"You're not going to kill me?" asked Sydney, who sounded pretty disapointed about that.
"Of course we are," said Alice, laughing. "But torture is just so much fun!
Vaughn pulled Alice aside. "Alice, no. I did what you wanted, leave her alone."
"Ah, my love," said Alice, carresing his cheek, "You must move on."
"Just kill me," said Vaughn and Sydney at the same time. (A/N Syd can't hear any of this between Alice and Vaughn. They could be discussing what torture method to use first for all she knows.)
"As you wish," said Alice, raising a gun at Sydney's chest.
"NO!" cried Vaughn. He drew his own gun and shot Alice in the leg. As she fell to the floor in pain, he rushed over to Sydney, and untied her.
"Go," he said commandingly. "Now."
Sydney ran out, stumbling, eyes blurred by tears.
***
Vaughn looks in the dusty window of the warehouse. Sydney stands, alone, looking blankly around the room. Vaughn watches her cry. He cries too, because whenever she cries, it kills him, and when she cries because of him, it brings out the tears. She stands there, looking and feeling more alone than she has in her entire life because, since he's known her, all those other lonely times he has been there for her. He wants to go in and hold her, tell he's sorry and that he loves her until his voice is hoarse, but he knows he won't get anywhere near her right now without getting his @ss kicked.
"Screw it," he thinks, a minute later, and is about to go into the warehouse, when a car pulls up. He recognizes it to be Eric's and returns to the window. A few seconds later, Eric is hugging Sydney as she cries. She sinks to the floor and, although Vaughn can no longer see her as she is behind boxes, he knows she is crying harder than ever.
Suddenly, Weiss stands up. "Sydney!" he yells, loud enough that, even through the thick glass windows, Vaughn can hear him. He eyes grow wide, wondering what's wrong. Weiss bends down, and when he stands up, an unconcious Sydney is in his arms. He rushes out to the car and places Sydney in the back seat. He pulls out his cell phone, and calls ahead to the hospital, telling him that he is bringing a patient in.
Vaughn watches as the car dissapears down the road, then runs back for his own car, a good two miles away, and drives to the hospital.
***
Vaughn ran up to the nurses desk. "I'm looking for a Sydney Vaughn?"
"I'm sorry, there's no one under that name here."
"Bristow?"
"No, I'm sorry, not that one either. Could it be under another name?"
If she didn't have so many aliases! thought Vaughn. "What about Weiss?"
"Ah, there she is. Are you family?"
"Yes."
"Room 227."
"Thank you," says Vaughn as he ran to the elevator.
***
He entered the room, and Weiss was sitting, watching Sydney, who is still sleeping. Although he doesn't turn around, Weiss says:
"What are you doing here? I figured you'd be with your new girlfriend."
"Alice is not my girlfriend," protested Vaughn. "She never will be my girlfriend. Apparently, Sydney's spy skills are lacking. Alice and I heard her pull up to the house, and Alice told me that I had to play along or Sydney would be killed."
Weiss stood up. "And this is an improvement?" he yelled, gesturing to Sydney, laying on the bed.
"AT LEAST SHE'S NOT DEAD!" cried Vaughn.
"Yeah, maybe not PHYSICALLY! Emotionally? Stick a fork in her, she's done."
Vaughn sighed, and collapsed in a chair. "How is she?"
Weiss sat back down. "According the doctors, she's in shock. They asked me if she had gone through a traumatic event lately, a death, the loss of a loved one, an accident... I told him all three," he said, looking at Vaughn pointedly.
"I'm not dead."
"Yeah, well technically, neither is she."
Vaughn remained silent. Weiss continued.
"They said that she was so over-whelmed by whatever it was, that the only way for her to deal was by going deep into her own mind where no one could get to her. That's not Sydney right now."
"She secluded herself?"
Weiss nodded. "After all she's been through, this was the last straw. You've always been there for her when she needed help. Only this time, you're the reason she needed help."
"Hello." said Sydney. The two looked at her shocked, and rushed over.
"Syd!" cried Vaughn. "You're okay!"
"Hello..." repeated Sydney.
"Hey, Syd, how are you feeling?" asked Weiss.
"I'm fine!" said Sydney, smiling. Then that smile faltered. "But, um... Who are you guys?"
HEHEHE see, the title kinda works now... Bye bye to Sydney's memory. Don't shoot me, I'll explain how I got that next time. TTFN!
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