Tech-Room Secrets

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hi. :smiley: lol

I'm working on it.....It's going kinda slow, school's very busy right now. I wrote today, but I'm gonna try to get done by next week. That may or may not happen. I want to get it done soon! :smiley:

Sorry you guys have to wait so long! :(

Hopefully soon!
 
I know how you feel...I'm her sister, I live in the same house as her, and she won't let me read what she has written! I'll try to "encourage" her a little bit for you guys ;)
 
LOL!! She won't let me read it, she's not going to let me type it! She did tell me she was almost done with it though! YAY!! :D She's already started planing chapter 15 too :smiley:
 
Kristin says, "Put your upper phalanges on your pelvis & shake it like Elvis."

There you have it folks, that's what too much science homework will do to you! ;) Chapter 14 is DONE, just needs to be typed. It will be up tomorrow night! :smiley: Watch for it.
 
Ok, I think Kristin's trying to set a record--how long a person can go w/o posting a new chapter. It's been over a month, and this one is done. It's a good one, folks, so please reply! I know I love to see Kristin get some praise from her amazing stuff, and she probably does too. Enjoy this chapter, savor it bc/I have no clue how long it will be until she gets the next one done.

~Jessica

Chapter 14

Kat stood pacing in the waiting room. They had been at the hospital for hours, and there was no word on Marshall yet. She was tired, and felt she would explode if news didn’t come soon.

Her father was doing the same thing. He was very concerned for Sydney, but equally for Kat. She had been pacing for hours. Another person he was concerned for was Michael. He sat staring into nothing for hours.

The truth was he was thinking about everything he and Sydney had gone through. He thought of all the missions that they both went on; missions that could have easily taken either of their lives. The days where Sydney had cried on his shoulder because of the pressures of her life. Moments that now seemed to be only dreams.

His thoughts were interrupted when a nurse walked up to Jack. By looking at them, Michael couldn’t tell if Sydney was going to be okay or if something was wrong. He scooted his chair closer to hear what they were saying.

“Basically, Agent Bristow almost drowned. If you and Agent Vaughn hadn’t done CPR as soon as you did, she would most likely be dead by now. We’re in the process of checking her blood work to make sure that there weren’t any chemicals in the water. Until we know, we’ll have to keep her here.”

“She’s not going to like that,” Jack told the nurse.

“Well, maybe you should go talk to her. She’s in room 21c, but after you go in, nobody else can.”

Jack looked over at Michael. He wanted to see Sydney more then anything, but he also knew Michael would go crazy if he didn’t see she was all right. Jack looked back to the nurse, asking if it was possible for Michael to go in to see her too.

“I’m sorry, he can’t,” she said. “We’re not allowed to let anyone else see her until we know about the water.”

“I understand.”

He looked back to where Michael was sitting. He was gone. Jack smiled with admiration for Michael. Maybe he should give him more credit after all.

“What about the other agents that were brought in? Where are they?” Jack asked, buying Michael more time with Sydney.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael instantly transformed into Agent Vaughn. His mission was simple: find room 21c and get in (and preferably out) without being detected. Whether they liked it or not, he was going to see Sydney.

He quickly darted down the hallways. He found room 25c, 24c, 23c and then 25c. Then it was right in front of him. Room 21c. Trying to open the door, he found it was locked.

He searched through everything he had. It seemed like nothing would open that door. He wasn’t about to give up. Searching around on the floor resulted in nothing. Then, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a bobby pin. Picking it up, he stuck it in the keyhole and wiggled it around.

The door unlocked, and he opened it and walked in. He was tiptoeing, but Sydney woke up anyway. She smiled at him, but it was obvious she was still weak.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied as he sat down on the edge of her bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

Michael gently kissed her forehead.

“Where’s my dad?” Sydney asked.

“He’s on his way. The nurse said that he’s the only one who could see you.”

She glanced up at him. “Did you sneak in?”

With a guilty smile, he replied, “You could say that.”

“Thank you,” Sydney smiled.

He gently rubbed her hand. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Soft footsteps were heard in the hallway. Then came Jack’s overly obvious voice.

“So, we’re right outside of room 21c?”

“That’s my warning,” Michael said. “I have to go.”

“They’re coming in. The nurse will see you. Hide under the bed,” Sydney whispered.

As the doorknob was turning, Michael dove under the bed and Sydney pretended to be asleep. Jack and the nurse entered the room.

“You have until 5:45, then you’ll have to let her sleep. That gives you about twenty minutes.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Agent Bristow. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” Then with a sympathetic glance to Sydney, she left the room.

“Sydney, are you asleep?” Jack asked.

She slowly opened her eyes. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Vaughn, come out from under the bed,” Jack ordered.

Michael slowly appeared from under the bed, and with a sheepish smile told them, “I’ll leave you two alone. Bye, Syd.”

With a quick glance into the hallway and a cheerful wave to Sydney, he left the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Alice stood in her kitchen trying to figure out what to have for supper. She didn’t feel like cooking, so she decided to order a pizza. Andrew’s phone call had left her unsettled, but at least he seemed kind of nice. Alice wondered if maybe she should help him. Michael had been a jerk...

Suffering the battle of what to do, Alice sat on her couch. Just as she had several times before, she sighed. This discussion was important, but she had to make a choice. To decide, she thought about all the things they’d been through. All she could remember was pain and her doing things for him. Not once did she remember him doing anything for her.

“I’m going to help him,” she said out-loud. “And Michael Vaughn will get what he deserves.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Outside of Alice’s house was a van with several men inside. They were watching Alice: monitoring the bugs they had placed inside her house- both video and audio.

“I’m going to help him. And Michael Vaughn will get what he deserves.” They heard her say.

“Contact Mr. Sark. He’ll want to know about her cooperation.”

The other man nodded and dialed Sark. Their plan was working.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael managed to get back to the waiting room without being noticed. That left him to assume one of two things. Either he was very good at his job, or this hospital had very bad security. He preferred to think he was just really good at his job.

He saw Kat was asleep on the two chairs in the waiting room. Upon arrival, they had all changed clothes, and Kat’s jean jacket was rested over her long legs. She looked sad; so serious. He took off his own leather jacket and gently placed it over her shoulders. Spy instincts kicking in instantly, her brown eyes opened and looked up at him, alert.

“I’m sorry,” Michael said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Relief washed over her face. “It’s okay. Spy instincts. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t spy without ‘em!”

Michael smiled, knowing the feeling and sharing the same thought. “You want something to wake you up? I can go grab you a coffee or something.”

“I’ll take a hot chocolate, with whipped cream, and extra marshmallows. It’s Marshall’s favorite, I guess it kind of grew on me.”

“One hot chocolate with whipped cream and extra marshmallows coming right up. I’ll be right back.”

Michael came back with the hot chocolate and sat down next to Kat. “Thanks,” she said to him when he handed the Styrofoam cup over to her. “How’s she doing?”

“She looks fine,” he replied. “but we both know that part of her job is acting. I think she’s tired. She was asleep when I came in. I woke her up, too.”

Kat smiled. “Is that your hobby—waking people up?”

“No,” he replied, “It must be a Bristow thing.”

Kat nodded. “Sounds right to me.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Sydney, you’re going to have to stay here overnight,” Jack told his daughter.

“Dad, I’m fine. I don’t need to stay here,” Sydney objected.

“They insisted you stay. They think there may have been some sort of chemical in the water. Sydney, you need to stay--you have to stay.”

“How long?” she asked with a sigh.

“They only said tonight, as far as I know. Sydney, are you alright?”

Sydney was holding her head and almost crying in pain. Laying her head back on her pillow, she bit her lip, trying not to scream on pain.

“Sydney? Sydney what’s wrong? Sydney!” Jack questioned, concerned.

After a few moments with no answer, Jack ran into the hallway. “We need a doctor in here, now!”

A doctor accompanied by two nurses ran down the hallway and followed Jack into the room. They found her tossing and turning her head, tears now visibly streaming down her face.

“What happened?” the doctor inquired as he tried to help her.

“I-I’m not sure,” Jack replied. Then he began to tell him what had taken place only moments before.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A nurse was examining Sydney’s blood work. Her eyes grew big and she shook her head at what she saw. Sydney Bristow was defiantly going to have to stay overnight.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael stared at Kat in amazement. Shocked at what she had just asked him, ‘how long have you loved Sydney?’ he began searching for the right words.

“I’m sorry if that’s too personal. I shouldn’t have asked,” Kat said after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“No. No, Kat, it’s okay. You can know-you should know. When I first met Sydney, she was in this bozo red wig. At first, I thought she was pretty, but she was also quite mean-but she had just been through a lot, and I understood. As time went on, I loved her more and more. Then I wondered if she felt the same way. She did. After awhile, I now know, but she did. Really, I’ve loved her since the first time I saw that her hair was brown.”

Kat smiled. Hesitantly, she asked him another question. “So, are we going to be planning a double Bristow wedding soon?”

This he blushed at, but didn’t act as shocked as before. “That,” he said with a sly smile. “you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Kat began to fake pout a little, but then smiled. She hoped that Michael would ask Sydney to marry him, just as she hoped Marshall would ask her. They sat there for a few minutes, taking in the silence. Then, Jack came running towards them, stopping only a few feet away.

“Kat, Vaughn, come to room 21c, now,” he called down to them.

Immediately, they got up and began running down the hallway to room 21c. There were guards there, making sure no one got inside.

“I’m Agent Vaughn,” Michael panted, very much out of breath. “We need to get inside.”

“Well, I’m afraid that’s not possible,” one guard told them.

“Why not?” Kat demanded, getting very aggravated.

“We’re not authorized to let anyone in,” the other guard answered.

From inside came a scream, followed by groans that were clearly coming from Sydney.

“Let us in,” Kat growled through clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry, we-“

Kat suddenly thrust her palm into the man’s nose. He began to scream. “My nose! Ow! I think you broke it! Miller, call for backup!”

Miller, the other guard, took out a radio. Kat kicked him in the stomach, and he fell to the ground writhing in pain. More hospital security came swiftly rushing down the hallway. Michael, who was standing there staring, gave Kat an admiring smile.

“Come on,” she pushed open the door.

Jack immediately walked over to them. “We heard screaming out in the hallway, what happened?”

“The guards wouldn’t let us in, so Kat had to convince them to,” Michael explained.

Jack understood. He nodded toward Sydney. Her skin was very pale and tears were streaming down her face. She appeared to be asleep, although her whole body was shaking. Looking at her like that, seeing someone so strong look so weak, almost made them cry. Sydney was usually so sweet, her strength incredible. The imagine in front of them, in their minds could not be Sydney Bristow.

After a long, awkward silence, Kat spoke up, “W-what’s wrong with her?”

“The nurses that were testing her blood work just came in. They found a substance that they can’t identify, although they are almost certain that whatever it is was in that water. We’re sending it to a nearby CIA testing facility. They’ll let us know if they can identify it, and if they know where a solution that will counter-act it is located.”

“If-when- they find one,” Michael said, “I’m going after it.”

“No,” Kat corrected. “We’re going after it.”

Jack nodded. Watching Sydney, they stood for a few minutes listening to her deep, shallow breaths. Then another nurse came in.

“Is Agent K. Bristow in here?” she inquired.

“I’m right here,” Kat responded.

“Please come with me. Oh, nice job on the guards out there. Those two are jerks.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Kat replied to the woman. Then to Michael and her father, she said, “I’ll be back soon. Let me know if you hear anything.”

Jack nodded, and Kat followed the nurse out of the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Marshall sat in his little hospital room. Although he had been asleep for hours, he was still tired. He wondered where Kat was; and if all the other people from SD-6 was okay. Then, he heard footsteps in the hall followed by Kat’s voice.

“So, he’s gonna be alright?”

“Yes,” he heard the nurse reply. “We’ll keep him here for a little while longer, just to keep tabs on him. He’ll be out of here by tomorrow night. You can go on now.”

Marshall smiled as Kat walked in the door. She smiled back, but he could tell something was wrong. Sitting down next to him, she asked, “How’s everything with you?”

“I’ve been better. They put some cold liquidy thing in me…it killed off the other stuff in me. The bad stuff anyways.”

“Your medical terms are touching,” Kat said with a sad smile.

There was an awkward silence, then Marshall, decided to ask her what was wrong.

“What do you mean?” She asked back, hoping he couldn’t see through her.

He knew her better then that. “Kat, you know what I mean. You’re obviously upset about something. What is it?”

“I don’t want to upset you…”

“Kat, tell me. I want to know.”

So, she hesitantly told him what was happening with Sydney. Marshall just stared at her. He was searching for something to say, words he could not find.

“Kat, I don’t know what to say,” he honestly confessed.

“Me either,” she replied as the tears began to fall. “I wanted a sister my whole life, Marshall. My whole life. Now, I have one and I might lose her before I really get to know her.”

At this point, the tears overcame her. Laying her head down on the bed, she sobbed as Marshall gently ran his fingers through her hair, looking for some way to comfort her and make all this okay.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The CIA testing facility began immediately on identifying the substance found in the water. Every agent that could be spared was working on this. Despite his associates’ advisories, they out an agent named Andy on the case as well.

He was ecstatic (mainly because nobody had assigned him to anything besides getting other agents their daily decaf). All he wanted was a chance, which was something they didn’t want to risk doing. As soon as he found out he had received an assignment, a real assignment, he got to work.

No one knew, but he had several resources. He was on several chat rooms, forums, he even had IM. His favorite e-pal, Rina was her name, sent him all the info he needed, whenever he needed it. He decided to send her a e-mail now, and see what she knew. It read:

To: ramrina<0>47@yahoo.com
From: goHunterA@msn.com

Rina,

Today, I got my first real assignment. This one is major. One of our agents was exposed to an unknown substance. I thought maybe you could help. E-mail me back as soon as you can.

~Andy


Then he sent it, eagerly waiting to receive a reply.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In a beautiful, secluded house in Fleury, France, a woman checked her e-mail.

She had CIA contacts, none of them really knowing who she was. One of them, she knew as Andy, had e-mailed her. She opened it. The message sounded urgent, so she replied, telling him to get on IM.

Rina47: What is this agent’s name?

gohunter: um…Bristow, Sydney A. Why?

rina47: are you sure???

gohunter: yes

rina47: I’ll help you.

gohunter: good. Thanx. I e-mailed you a description

rina47: I know…

gohunter: do you know what it is?

rina47: it’s called BMTL

gohunter: is there an antidote?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jack raced to find Kat. An agent at the testing facility had found an antidote. They hadn’t told him how they found where it was, but at this point, he didn’t really care. Manila envelope in hand, he raced inside Marshall’s room. Both Marshall and Kat looked up as he entered.

“What is it?” Kat immediately asked.

“They found an antidote.”

“Where?”

“Normandy. It’s in a department store. All the intel is in here. You and Vaughn have to go now. There’s a plane waiting.”

Kat nodded, gave Marshall a kiss, then walked out of the room beside her father. Right before walking out, as if to signify his gratitude and gladness of him being okay, Jack nodded at Marshall- a hint of a smile and a wave to go with it.
 
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Glad you guys like it. I'm working on chapter 15...and I have a fieldtrip tomorrow and on the two and a half hour bus ride I'll write some more. Then, I'll be on Spring break.

Now, whoever can guess the number of days until I post the next chapter, I'll give them a little spoiler. lol :smiley: PM me ur guesses. :smiley:
 
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