SYDNEY'S DEATH

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ok i am horribly upset about losing this story and all your great comments because i LOVED the comments and they made me so happy; really, reviews and comments are fabulous anti-depressants
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so here goes:


I. The Murder
The security walls rose up in front of Sydney as she walked towards Irina’s cell. As she entered, Irina looked up slowly from her book.
“I brought you something,” Sydney said, showing Irina the bottle she had found of that drink that her mother and father had shared on their mission to Pakistan. Irina looked at Sydney, her face breaking into a smile.
“Thank you.”
Sydney poured out the drink into two plastic cups and handed one to Irina. They both took a sip at the same time. Sydney suddenly put down her cup, shaking. “Mom,
I . . .” Sydney fell to the ground, knocking the bottle and the cups to lie pooled on the floor. She lay there unconscious and limp, her hair spread out beneath her.
“Sydney!” gasped Irina. She ran to the glass wall of her cell, yelling “Help! She needs help!”
CIA officers and guards rushed into the cell. Vaughn ran to Sydney, crying “What happened!”
Jack ran in and saw the bottle and the liquid spilled all over the floor. He turned to Irina with a merciless face and demanded, “What did you do to her.”
Vaughn murmured, “Sydney, Sydney . . .” as medics rushed in with a stretcher. He lifted her limp body in his arms and gently placed her on the stretcher. As the medics left with Sydney, he ran after them, crying, “What’s happening to her? She’s going to be okay, isn’t she?”
 
II. Jack vs. Irina
Jack pinned Irina to the wall of her cell. “Tell me what you did to her.”
Irina felt her vision go blurry; her eyes were filling with tears. “I didn’t do it Jack. I didn’t do it. But I think I know what happened to her. The KGB was developing another biological warfare agent, along with the beginnings of the virus that Agent Vaughn contracted.”
Jack’s voice quivered with fury and restraint as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell us about this before!?”
Irina had trouble controlling her own voice as she spoke. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this shaken up. “I thought all the research had been destroyed, but apparently it was not. This biological weapon, it slows down the heart to an undetectable rate within two minutes. The victim usually dies in five minutes. There is no antidote.”
Jack stepped back and released Irina, his face full of shock. “Sydney . . . My daughter is going to die.”
 
III. Sydney Dies
Sydney lay on a hospital bed while Vaughn stood at her side. A doctor looked up from the blood test he had just finished running. “I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do for her. We can’t even tell what’s wrong.” He looked at the heartbeat monitor, which showed Sydney’s heart palpitations, which were rapidly getting smaller and smaller. Each beat created a fluctuation weaker than the last. The doctor left the room as Vaughn, shaking, sat down next to Sydney.
He took her hand in his, and murmured, “Sydney . . . I know you can’t you can’t hear what I’m going to tell you, Sydney, and you never will. But I love you Sydney. If only, if only we had lived a normal life, things would have been so different.” He began to cry, his sobs strangled inside himself, his body shuddering. “She already took my father from me.” His sobs were leaking out now; they began to wrack his body. “I love you Sydney. Sydney, don’t leave me. Don’t leave me please.”
He bent over her, gazing at her peaceful face. He kissed her; it was the last time he would be able to. He glanced at the heartbeat monitor. Her palpitations barely showed up on the screen now; they were getting so tiny . . . He couldn’t see them anymore, and suddenly a quiet beeping began, and a red light flashed on the display. Vaughn slumped forwards, letting his sorrow overcome all else. His head dropped to his chest, and he shuddered there alone, Sydney’s lifeless hand pressed to his tear-streaked face.
 
IV. Irina Tries To Explain
Jack regained his icy composure. “You killed my daughter.” He took out a gun. “Now I am going to kill you.”
Irina tried to think clearly. She had been in this position before. “Jack. You cannot kill me. I would be murder. Sydney would not want you to do it. She wouldn’t want you to be a murderer. I DID NOT KILL MY DAUGHTER.”
Jack aimed his gun. “If someone else had poisoned that wine, you would be affected as Sydney is. Obviously, you put something in her glass. You killed Sydney.”
Irina felt strangled; the air wasn’t getting into her lungs fast enough. “I don’t think she’s dead Jack. I don’t think she’s going to die.”
Jack stepped back a little, but still held his gun aimed at the woman who had lied to him for so long, and killed the only person he cared about. “You said there was no antidote.”
“ There is no antidote, but there is a vaccine. I took that vaccine while I was pregnant with Sydney, so that I would survive if the KGB used the weapon for a massacre; for example, contaminating the water supply.”
“Even if I believed you, that doesn’t prove that you aren’t guilty.”
“Jack, this isn’t about me! This is about my daughter. Please listen to me,” Irina pleaded.
 
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V. Explanations
Irina could feel the pounding in her head beginning to recede. She began her explanation, “The KGB created this biological warfare agent for a particular reason. It took them many years, but they succeeded in creating a living lethal weapon that appears almost exactly the same as a healthy red blood cell. These cells can travel quickly through the body in the bloodstream and pass through bodily filters. It takes more than five minutes for the body to realize what is happening and begin to produce antibodies. Within that time, the lethal cells had probably passed through the filters between my body and Sydney within me. Of course, the dosage I took of the biological weapon was miniscule, so Sydney would have been infected with such a minute amount that her tiny body developed antibodies that fought off the lethal cells. That’s why she was so small when she was born.” Irina raised her gaze, making eye contact with Jack. “Sydney may still have those antibodies in her. Since there are so few of them, it probably took them several minutes to multiply enough to stop the progress of the lethal cells. Her heart has already slowed down to an undetectable level, and she may remain close to death for an entire day or even more. But after that time, the antibodies will have multiplied enough to completely fight off all the lethal cells. I think she’ll be all right, Jack. I hope to God that Sydney will live.”
Jack slowly lowered his gun. He knew that Irina was right about Sydney not wanting him to become a murderer, but everything else she had said was a lie. “You’re just trying to buy time with this ridiculous story, trying to make us wait before we execute you. Your organization probably plans on rescuing you tomorrow before we kill you. It won’t work, Irina. We’ll have a trial as soon as I can arrange. You WILL be found guilty.”
 
VI. Kendall’s News
Kendall walked into Irina’s cell and turned to Jack. He gestured towards Irina with a look of disgust as they left the cell. “Jack, we’ll hold a trial for this . . . murderer . . . tomorrow, after Agent Bristow’s funeral. Her heart just stopped.”
Jack slumped against the wall in the corridor as security gates lowered behind him. Engulfed in pain and shock, his face showed no expression, but was blank as if lifeless.
Back in her cell, Irina stood leaning with her back against the wall. Slowly, she sank to the ground, her face partly buried in a trembling hand.
 
VII. The Funeral
The sun rose above the horizon as it always has the following day; the world continued on its unchanging path. Sydney Bristow’s death went unnoticed anywhere except for one silent funeral home in Los Angeles.
Sydney lay in her coffin, dressed in the simple yet elegant style she preferred. Her hair lay spread upon the cream colored pillow. Even in death, she looked radiantly beautiful.
Kendall began to read a short speech, “Sydney Bristow did so much more for the American people than they will ever know.”
Weiss slowly walked up to Sydney, and then moved on.
Kendall continued, “She suffered so much for this country, for us. Because of Agent Bristow, the worldwide Alliance no longer exists. She gave her life to the United States of America.”
Jack walked up to Sydney, shaking. His face looked more dead than Sydney’s; a man who has lost everything in his life, a desperate man in a solitary cell with no purpose to live, no reason to stagger forwards. His legs were weak beneath him, he clung to the side of the coffin for support; there was nothing left in his life to hold on to. He reached once towards his daughter with a bewildered hand, as if to draw back from death the one person he cared about. Then he turned away.
Weiss began to speak, “But Sydney was so much more than a valiant hero. She was the most compassionate and just person on this earth. Sydney cared. She cared about her country, her friends, and the people of this earth.”
Vaughn approached to coffin, but stopped several feet away; he didn’t want to see her dead, didn’t want to believe that she had really left him. His eyes were pooling with tears; he lowered his face towards the unchanging ground.
Weiss spoke in a softer tone now. “She still cares. Sydney is inside all of us; she’s around all of us, and through us and what we have learned from her she lives to help and to love this world.”
Vaughn pressed his hand to his cheek and raised his face upwards towards the ever-changing sky.
 
awwwwww, that is so sweet. And Sydney is going to open her eyes at the end after hearing everyone's speeches, isn't she?
 
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