Alias Elle
Cadet
Disclaimer;
Yes, I wrote this story although I own nothing, the idea is mine, please don't take it without asking. Thank you.
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Darkness. Just darkness.
The last thing she could remember before the electricity went out was their fight, then everything went dark.
"Sydney, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about... you know what, never mind."
"Don't I even deserve to know what I did to piss you off?"
"You didn't do anything. You never do anything. It's always me. I am always the bad guy, Vaughn. Or haven't you figured that out yet?"
"Is this about Alice?"
"Damn it, Vaughn, what do you think?"
Silence.
"I don't know what to think anymore, Sydney. You're mixing your signals, and I am just at the point where I don't want to keep trying to figure you out."
"Well then stop trying! No one ever asked you to!"
"It's part of my job-"
"Don't give me that BS because you know that's just an excuse! Vaughn, I truly think things would have turned out differently if..."
"If what Sydney, if what?"
"If everything! If Danny hadn't died, if I hadn't joined the CIA, if my cover hadn't been compromised, and if I hadn't fallen in love with you-"
"What?"
"Oh my god. I didn't just say that, I didn't just say that."
"Yes you did, and I think you meant it."
"I was just caught up in the moment, I didn't mean it. Oh god, what was I thinking?"
"You know what Sydney? Screw protocol. Tell me you meant what you just said or you didn't mean it and I'll be replaced as your handler. Because quite honestly, I don't think either of us could work under this- intense pressure without knowing the truth."
Pause.
"What truth?"
"How we feel about each other, damn it! Admit it, Sydney. There is definitely something more here than just the run of the mill average handler-asset relationship. And I know you know it."
"This is just- Vaughn, we can't have feelings for each other- they're forbidden by the CIA and by the fact you have a girlfriend who believes you're going to propose to her any day now!"
"Excuse me? Where in the world did you get that idea?"
"She... god, she told me, alright? I told her if she ever wanted to talk, I'd be there, so she called me one night all distraught because you had apparently given off the appearance you wear getting ready to propose. And she didn't know what to say."
"Are you sure?"
"She was sure because she said you've been saving your money and have been really secretive lately."
Rustle... he pulled a box out of his pocket.
"This is why I've been secretive lately. This wasn't for Alice. It was for you, for Valentine's Day."
"Vaughn... I'm sorry, but I can't accept that. You're with Alice, and according to her, I'm her friend. I could never do that to her."
"You know I figured you might say that. That's why I broke up with Alice yesterday. When did she call you?"
"Three days ago. I guess that makes sense."
"So do you want to tell me why you were so angry?"
"I'm sorry, Vaughn. Right now, explanations are out of the question. I'm sorry."
Vaughn. Where was he? They were separated in the dark and she needed to know if he was alright. Somehow, her hand found the velvet box he had pulled out of his pocket not fifteen minutes before. It was sitting on top of the table their paperwork was still on, so she knew she was in the main cage.
"Vaughn? Answer me, Vaughn."
"Sydney? I'm over here."
"I'm in the main cage. Left or right?"
"Facing the table, go to your left."
"Alright, how far?"
"About twenty yards. Just keep walking towards the sound of my voice."
She walked on until she saw his outline on the floor and stooping closer, she saw part of the concrete ceiling had fallen down onto his left arm.
"Oh my god, Vaughn! How did this happen?"
"Earthquake, explosion... your guess is as good as mine. Are you alright?"
"Vaughn, please, don't be sweet right now. We need to get you out of here."
"Lights would help."
"I guess so. I'll be back as soon as I can."
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This was only supposed to be a one parter, but like all my stories, it mutated. Should I keep going?
~Me :angel2:
Yes, I wrote this story although I own nothing, the idea is mine, please don't take it without asking. Thank you.
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Darkness. Just darkness.
The last thing she could remember before the electricity went out was their fight, then everything went dark.
"Sydney, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about... you know what, never mind."
"Don't I even deserve to know what I did to piss you off?"
"You didn't do anything. You never do anything. It's always me. I am always the bad guy, Vaughn. Or haven't you figured that out yet?"
"Is this about Alice?"
"Damn it, Vaughn, what do you think?"
Silence.
"I don't know what to think anymore, Sydney. You're mixing your signals, and I am just at the point where I don't want to keep trying to figure you out."
"Well then stop trying! No one ever asked you to!"
"It's part of my job-"
"Don't give me that BS because you know that's just an excuse! Vaughn, I truly think things would have turned out differently if..."
"If what Sydney, if what?"
"If everything! If Danny hadn't died, if I hadn't joined the CIA, if my cover hadn't been compromised, and if I hadn't fallen in love with you-"
"What?"
"Oh my god. I didn't just say that, I didn't just say that."
"Yes you did, and I think you meant it."
"I was just caught up in the moment, I didn't mean it. Oh god, what was I thinking?"
"You know what Sydney? Screw protocol. Tell me you meant what you just said or you didn't mean it and I'll be replaced as your handler. Because quite honestly, I don't think either of us could work under this- intense pressure without knowing the truth."
Pause.
"What truth?"
"How we feel about each other, damn it! Admit it, Sydney. There is definitely something more here than just the run of the mill average handler-asset relationship. And I know you know it."
"This is just- Vaughn, we can't have feelings for each other- they're forbidden by the CIA and by the fact you have a girlfriend who believes you're going to propose to her any day now!"
"Excuse me? Where in the world did you get that idea?"
"She... god, she told me, alright? I told her if she ever wanted to talk, I'd be there, so she called me one night all distraught because you had apparently given off the appearance you wear getting ready to propose. And she didn't know what to say."
"Are you sure?"
"She was sure because she said you've been saving your money and have been really secretive lately."
Rustle... he pulled a box out of his pocket.
"This is why I've been secretive lately. This wasn't for Alice. It was for you, for Valentine's Day."
"Vaughn... I'm sorry, but I can't accept that. You're with Alice, and according to her, I'm her friend. I could never do that to her."
"You know I figured you might say that. That's why I broke up with Alice yesterday. When did she call you?"
"Three days ago. I guess that makes sense."
"So do you want to tell me why you were so angry?"
"I'm sorry, Vaughn. Right now, explanations are out of the question. I'm sorry."
Vaughn. Where was he? They were separated in the dark and she needed to know if he was alright. Somehow, her hand found the velvet box he had pulled out of his pocket not fifteen minutes before. It was sitting on top of the table their paperwork was still on, so she knew she was in the main cage.
"Vaughn? Answer me, Vaughn."
"Sydney? I'm over here."
"I'm in the main cage. Left or right?"
"Facing the table, go to your left."
"Alright, how far?"
"About twenty yards. Just keep walking towards the sound of my voice."
She walked on until she saw his outline on the floor and stooping closer, she saw part of the concrete ceiling had fallen down onto his left arm.
"Oh my god, Vaughn! How did this happen?"
"Earthquake, explosion... your guess is as good as mine. Are you alright?"
"Vaughn, please, don't be sweet right now. We need to get you out of here."
"Lights would help."
"I guess so. I'll be back as soon as I can."
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This was only supposed to be a one parter, but like all my stories, it mutated. Should I keep going?
~Me :angel2: