NadiaSantosFan
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Great update. . .I just love how they stand by each others side against the world. .
Thanks for the update and Pm!
Thanks for the update and Pm!
Red Skies at Dawn (COMPLETE)
- Thread starter Alias=Life
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Tiiulicious
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Great update. Vaughn so needs to get divorced.
Thanks for the Pm and update soon. I can't wait to read more.
Thanks for the Pm and update soon. I can't wait to read more.
Alias=Life
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A/N: Next part! For all of you who want Vaughn to divorce and Sydney and Vaughn to run away together, well, like Irina says, "You like it to be simple. Its never simple." Enjoy!
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Part IX
“Thank God!” Lauren exclaimed, throwing herself in his arms, “The Agency called! They told me you were dead!”
Hesitant at first, he slowly wrapped his arms around her. He felt guilty, pretending like this. Lauren couldn’t compete with Sydney and she never would be able to. It was wrong to make her think otherwise, and while he knew he should have done the right thing and told her exactly what happened, he couldn’t reveal the truth without revealing himself and Sydney.
“I’m… right here,” he said, sounding very nonchalant. She may not have had the bond that Sydney and Vaughn had, but she’d been married to him long enough to know this.
“What is it?” she asked, breaking away.
“Its nothing. Just a hard few days. Don’t worry about it,” he replied, walking past her to the kitchen.
He dug through the fridge, looking for something to help numb the pain and make him forget. Finding a bottle of scotch hidden in the back, he pulled it out, taking a swig.
“What are you doing?” Lauren asked, bewildered.
“What? I’m thirsty?” he replied, wondering why she was so amazed.
“Michael, you know you’re not supposed to drink.”
It almost didn’t click, why she was nagging him and acting so concerned. Then, he remembered. Back when Sydney died, he wouldn’t leave the house, just sit at home in the dark, drinking his scotch, talking to her as if she was right next to him. It was Weiss who finally talked some sense into him and he gave up drinking to… disappear. He hadn’t drunk a drop since, too afraid he’d go back to his Sydney-induced alcoholism.
“I guess I forgot all about that,” he thought, putting the bottle down, “Now that she’s alive, those dark days seem like a distant nightmare. I forgot they even happened.”
But these days were just as dark, if not darker. It was a different kind of darkness and he questioned whether he went for the bottle because he forgot, or because he remembered.
He sighed, throwing the bottle in the garbage and hearing it make a loud clunking noise, “I’m sorry.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” her voice was dead serious.
“Lauren--”
“You’ve never reverted to alcohol, not even with the dreams and memories. This must have something to do with Sydney,” she said, figuring it out.
“Lauren, I honestly forgot,” he lied.
“Don’t lie to me!” she shrieked, finally breaking, “I try, Michael! I’m trying to make this work! I know what Sydney meant to you and I know I can never take that or replace her, but I’m not trying to! What I am trying to do is to help you move forward! You can’t live in the past, Michael, no matter how badly you want to! I love you and you need me!”
He said nothing, just stared at the floor. How could he have let things get this bad? What was wrong with him.
“Its not you,” he said, aware of what this was going to sound like, “Its me. Its always me…”
“Where are you going with this?” she asked, afraid to hear it.
“Nowhere in particular. Its just… I’ve caused everybody so much grief. I’ve caused you so much grief and you don’t deserve it. I feel terrible, Lauren,” he admitted.
“Michael, its not you,” she whispered, cupping his face, “If you could only see that. You’re a good man destroyed by a tragedy. The only way you’re causing me grief is by having me sit here, watching you fall apart. I love you, Michael, and I don’t want to see that.”
He smiled, “I know.”
“So are you going to tell me?” she asked.
“I just… you were right about before. These Sydney dreams I’ve been having, they’re starting to get to me. I’ve just been reminded of it, with work and everything. That’s it, I swear.”
She smiled, believing his lie, making him feel even worse, “All right. Thank you.”
“I have to go into work now,” he said, “Please try to understand, with everything going on. I have to clear a few things up.”
She nodded as she watched him walk out the door, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time he did.
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She got off her knees and stopped leaning over the toilet bowl, as soon as she started feeling better and her stomach settled. She thought things might have gotten a little bit better, knowing the truth, and as painful as it was to live in the shadows, she wished she didn’t ask.
“How much easier would our lives have been, if we never even knew each other?” she wondered, sitting back on her bed.
She turned the television on to the security channel, watching for any suspicious movement or people. She had ditched her phone into the Pacific, as well as anything else she owned that could lead the Covenant back to her. Even still, they had means of finding her.
“I don’t really care if they find me,” she said, “I have no future, anyway. But, if they find him…”
Julia may not have felt as strongly for him as Sydney did, but she cared because Sydney did. She didn’t remember her old life, but she didn’t want to throw it away. It was the least she could do for Sydney. She owed her. Sydney had liberated her.
Smiling, she leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as more tears streamed down her face. Her days were numbered now, she could count them on one hand, like so many other things.
One;
The number of times she’s had her heart broken.
Two;
The number of lives she’s lived.
Three;
The number of times she’s cried.
Four;
The number of years its been since she first met him.
Five;
The number of times she’s sat on this bed since she got here, questioning everything she knows and coming to this very sad but very true realization.
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Part IX
“Thank God!” Lauren exclaimed, throwing herself in his arms, “The Agency called! They told me you were dead!”
Hesitant at first, he slowly wrapped his arms around her. He felt guilty, pretending like this. Lauren couldn’t compete with Sydney and she never would be able to. It was wrong to make her think otherwise, and while he knew he should have done the right thing and told her exactly what happened, he couldn’t reveal the truth without revealing himself and Sydney.
“I’m… right here,” he said, sounding very nonchalant. She may not have had the bond that Sydney and Vaughn had, but she’d been married to him long enough to know this.
“What is it?” she asked, breaking away.
“Its nothing. Just a hard few days. Don’t worry about it,” he replied, walking past her to the kitchen.
He dug through the fridge, looking for something to help numb the pain and make him forget. Finding a bottle of scotch hidden in the back, he pulled it out, taking a swig.
“What are you doing?” Lauren asked, bewildered.
“What? I’m thirsty?” he replied, wondering why she was so amazed.
“Michael, you know you’re not supposed to drink.”
It almost didn’t click, why she was nagging him and acting so concerned. Then, he remembered. Back when Sydney died, he wouldn’t leave the house, just sit at home in the dark, drinking his scotch, talking to her as if she was right next to him. It was Weiss who finally talked some sense into him and he gave up drinking to… disappear. He hadn’t drunk a drop since, too afraid he’d go back to his Sydney-induced alcoholism.
“I guess I forgot all about that,” he thought, putting the bottle down, “Now that she’s alive, those dark days seem like a distant nightmare. I forgot they even happened.”
But these days were just as dark, if not darker. It was a different kind of darkness and he questioned whether he went for the bottle because he forgot, or because he remembered.
He sighed, throwing the bottle in the garbage and hearing it make a loud clunking noise, “I’m sorry.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” her voice was dead serious.
“Lauren--”
“You’ve never reverted to alcohol, not even with the dreams and memories. This must have something to do with Sydney,” she said, figuring it out.
“Lauren, I honestly forgot,” he lied.
“Don’t lie to me!” she shrieked, finally breaking, “I try, Michael! I’m trying to make this work! I know what Sydney meant to you and I know I can never take that or replace her, but I’m not trying to! What I am trying to do is to help you move forward! You can’t live in the past, Michael, no matter how badly you want to! I love you and you need me!”
He said nothing, just stared at the floor. How could he have let things get this bad? What was wrong with him.
“Its not you,” he said, aware of what this was going to sound like, “Its me. Its always me…”
“Where are you going with this?” she asked, afraid to hear it.
“Nowhere in particular. Its just… I’ve caused everybody so much grief. I’ve caused you so much grief and you don’t deserve it. I feel terrible, Lauren,” he admitted.
“Michael, its not you,” she whispered, cupping his face, “If you could only see that. You’re a good man destroyed by a tragedy. The only way you’re causing me grief is by having me sit here, watching you fall apart. I love you, Michael, and I don’t want to see that.”
He smiled, “I know.”
“So are you going to tell me?” she asked.
“I just… you were right about before. These Sydney dreams I’ve been having, they’re starting to get to me. I’ve just been reminded of it, with work and everything. That’s it, I swear.”
She smiled, believing his lie, making him feel even worse, “All right. Thank you.”
“I have to go into work now,” he said, “Please try to understand, with everything going on. I have to clear a few things up.”
She nodded as she watched him walk out the door, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time he did.
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She got off her knees and stopped leaning over the toilet bowl, as soon as she started feeling better and her stomach settled. She thought things might have gotten a little bit better, knowing the truth, and as painful as it was to live in the shadows, she wished she didn’t ask.
“How much easier would our lives have been, if we never even knew each other?” she wondered, sitting back on her bed.
She turned the television on to the security channel, watching for any suspicious movement or people. She had ditched her phone into the Pacific, as well as anything else she owned that could lead the Covenant back to her. Even still, they had means of finding her.
“I don’t really care if they find me,” she said, “I have no future, anyway. But, if they find him…”
Julia may not have felt as strongly for him as Sydney did, but she cared because Sydney did. She didn’t remember her old life, but she didn’t want to throw it away. It was the least she could do for Sydney. She owed her. Sydney had liberated her.
Smiling, she leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as more tears streamed down her face. Her days were numbered now, she could count them on one hand, like so many other things.
One;
The number of times she’s had her heart broken.
Two;
The number of lives she’s lived.
Three;
The number of times she’s cried.
Four;
The number of years its been since she first met him.
Five;
The number of times she’s sat on this bed since she got here, questioning everything she knows and coming to this very sad but very true realization.
farliieansds225
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awesome update!!!
please make it simple! haha
poor syd
loved it
thanx for the pm
cant wait for more!
please make it simple! haha
poor syd
loved it
thanx for the pm
cant wait for more!
NadiaSantosFan
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Vaughn Really needs to get divorced.
Then he and Syd and live happily ever after. . .Though that might be a little hard
and Lauren can move on.
Thanks for the Pm
Then he and Syd and live happily ever after. . .Though that might be a little hard
and Lauren can move on.
Thanks for the Pm
SpygirlAmy
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aww that was great i loved it!
thanks for the PM! cant wait for more
update soon
thanks for the PM!
cant wait for more update soon
Alias=Life
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A/N: Tenth part! Yay! I'm going to estimate and say that there's about five parts left, maybe more or maybe less. Anyway, as we're coming towards the end, I'm just going to thank you all again for your support. As I said before, I was nervous about posting this but I'm glad you all like it so much. Enjoy! 
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Part X
He had spent hours being debriefed, going over what happened between him and Sydney, or at least the fictitious story they had agreed on. Of course he didn’t tell them that Julia Thorne was really Sydney Bristow, or that she was alive and he was hiding her, here in LA.
“I’ve got to see her again,” Vaughn said, sitting down at his desk.
He had a bad feeling about all of this. Now that he knew Sydney was alive, it was like he could sense her very life force. It was wavering up and down, growing strong then nearly fading away. He needed to find a better way to help Sydney remember before it was too late.
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He had the nerve to get his own key to the room when they first checked in, as a couple. That way, it would be harder for the Covenant to track her down. Opening the door, he saw that the room was unoccupied. His heart began to race with worry, but he reassured himself, “She’s probably just in the bathroom or something.”
But the bathroom door was open and nobody was there. Looking around the room, he sighed in relief when he found her out on the balcony, looking down on the world. He walked over to it, opening the sliding glass door and stepping out to see her.
“You scared me for a second,” he said, watching her as she sat on the railing.
“Oh. Sorry,” her voice was very detached.
She blew smoke into the air, watching it dissipate in the nighttime sky. They were both quiet and she took another puff of her cigarette, fiddling with her lighter in the other hand, which was resting across her leg.
“Sydney hated smoking,” he said, “On one of her earlier missions, she told me how she had to play the part of a rich, French painter’s wife. She thought the cigarette would add a nice touch, but she got through one and nearly threw up.”
“Hmm,” she replied, holding the stick up to stare at it. Then, she tossed it over the ledge, watching its descent towards the ground, “It’s a bad habit, I know. I don’t know why I brought it up, anyway.”
She jumped up off the ledge, standing a few feet in front of him. There were no barriers, no invisible walls in between them, like before. She just stared at him, curious to see his next course of action.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to, but knew he shouldn’t. He had Lauren at home, plus, she really wasn’t Sydney. She was in body, but not in mind and soul. Still, the overwhelming urge pushed at him, telling him to savor these small moments they had together, just like Sydney would have.
“Can…,” he stuttered, afraid to sound like an idiot, “Can I kiss you?”
His voice was low and with the wind, she couldn’t hear his request, “What did you say? You must speak louder.”
He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the cool breeze brush against his body. His hands were balled in fists at his side and he wanted to cry. He would never have to ask Sydney such a thing. She was always so open, always so willing to offer her love and accept it.
Taking his chance, he stepped in closer, grabbing both of her arms and pulling her towards him for a kiss. She was confused and unresponsive at first, wondering what he was doing. She should have pushed him off, told him that she wasn’t his precious Sydney, no matter how badly he wanted her to be. Julia Thorne didn’t do kisses and this romantic, intimate stuff, unless, of course, it was for a mission. So why did she just stand there? Why didn’t she fight it? Suddenly, she found herself not caring and just gave into his love.
She kissed differently than Sydney did. It wasn’t better or worse, but he wasn’t used to it. She even tasted different, like cigarettes and cinnamon, burning his mouth and awakening his senses. Sydney had a very defining taste. It was sweet, like honey, but there was something gentle about it. The taste and the style was different, but there was still something familiar in that kiss. Something from his days with Sydney which proved that Julia still carried a part of Sydney with her. It renewed his hope.
Breaking away, he stared into her eyes. Behind the confusion, bitterness, despair and pain, he could see her. He could see Sydney staring back at him, which melted his heart. He couldn’t help it and gentle tears were released from his eyes.
“Why are you crying?” she asked, cocking her head.
“I’m just… I’m glad,” he smiled, sincere.
She didn’t know what he meant by that or why he was so happy. Even still, she felt an unbearable urge to wipe away his tears. Leaning up on her tiptoes to reach his height, she kissed the falling drop. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time. She repeated this action until his face was dry and he started deeply into her eyes, stroking her face with his hand. She leaned into it, basking in this strange, new feeling. She felt… safe. Then, he pulled her close to him, burying her head in the crook of his neck.
“Oh, Sydney.”
He didn’t know what else to say, but somehow, that was enough. He led her back into the hotel room holding her hand, never wanting to let go.
“I know you think you’re Julia… but you’re not. You’re Sydney Bristow, before anything. Sydney was a master of disguises, with more aliases than you could count, but she was still Sydney Bristow, through each and every one of them. She put a bit of her heart and soul into each one, which is how I know that you’re her. I can see it. Julia Thorne… you’re just another one of her very well put together and very well played off aliases.”
She knew his words were meant to reassure and reawaken her, but she couldn’t help feel insulted. Even if he was right about her just being another alias, that alias was what she could remember of her life. It was her life. To say she was nothing more than a mirage…
“Then I guess I’ll fade away.”
Suddenly, the doors burst open, a CIA tactical team making their presence known and aiming their automatic rifles right at them, “Freeze!”
She felt so stupid. She should have been able to see them, to know they were coming. Julia Thorne was professional, not a sentimental sap. Because she forgot that, she would pay.
She looked over to him and he looked so betrayed. They must have followed him here, not trusting him after all. It just goes to show you that trust and honesty will put you six feet under.
“Sydney--”
“Shh,” she hushed him, as they cuffed her hands behind her back, “I know. Its okay.”
One man stayed behind to talk to Vaughn and the rest escorted her out of the building. She smiled sincerely, more tears starting to flow.
She wasn’t afraid. She wouldn’t try to fight it. Their run truly was over and she had enjoyed it, while it lasted. That’s all that really mattered and as they secured her in the back of the black van, she felt… relieved.
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Part X
He had spent hours being debriefed, going over what happened between him and Sydney, or at least the fictitious story they had agreed on. Of course he didn’t tell them that Julia Thorne was really Sydney Bristow, or that she was alive and he was hiding her, here in LA.
“I’ve got to see her again,” Vaughn said, sitting down at his desk.
He had a bad feeling about all of this. Now that he knew Sydney was alive, it was like he could sense her very life force. It was wavering up and down, growing strong then nearly fading away. He needed to find a better way to help Sydney remember before it was too late.
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He had the nerve to get his own key to the room when they first checked in, as a couple. That way, it would be harder for the Covenant to track her down. Opening the door, he saw that the room was unoccupied. His heart began to race with worry, but he reassured himself, “She’s probably just in the bathroom or something.”
But the bathroom door was open and nobody was there. Looking around the room, he sighed in relief when he found her out on the balcony, looking down on the world. He walked over to it, opening the sliding glass door and stepping out to see her.
“You scared me for a second,” he said, watching her as she sat on the railing.
“Oh. Sorry,” her voice was very detached.
She blew smoke into the air, watching it dissipate in the nighttime sky. They were both quiet and she took another puff of her cigarette, fiddling with her lighter in the other hand, which was resting across her leg.
“Sydney hated smoking,” he said, “On one of her earlier missions, she told me how she had to play the part of a rich, French painter’s wife. She thought the cigarette would add a nice touch, but she got through one and nearly threw up.”
“Hmm,” she replied, holding the stick up to stare at it. Then, she tossed it over the ledge, watching its descent towards the ground, “It’s a bad habit, I know. I don’t know why I brought it up, anyway.”
She jumped up off the ledge, standing a few feet in front of him. There were no barriers, no invisible walls in between them, like before. She just stared at him, curious to see his next course of action.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to, but knew he shouldn’t. He had Lauren at home, plus, she really wasn’t Sydney. She was in body, but not in mind and soul. Still, the overwhelming urge pushed at him, telling him to savor these small moments they had together, just like Sydney would have.
“Can…,” he stuttered, afraid to sound like an idiot, “Can I kiss you?”
His voice was low and with the wind, she couldn’t hear his request, “What did you say? You must speak louder.”
He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the cool breeze brush against his body. His hands were balled in fists at his side and he wanted to cry. He would never have to ask Sydney such a thing. She was always so open, always so willing to offer her love and accept it.
Taking his chance, he stepped in closer, grabbing both of her arms and pulling her towards him for a kiss. She was confused and unresponsive at first, wondering what he was doing. She should have pushed him off, told him that she wasn’t his precious Sydney, no matter how badly he wanted her to be. Julia Thorne didn’t do kisses and this romantic, intimate stuff, unless, of course, it was for a mission. So why did she just stand there? Why didn’t she fight it? Suddenly, she found herself not caring and just gave into his love.
She kissed differently than Sydney did. It wasn’t better or worse, but he wasn’t used to it. She even tasted different, like cigarettes and cinnamon, burning his mouth and awakening his senses. Sydney had a very defining taste. It was sweet, like honey, but there was something gentle about it. The taste and the style was different, but there was still something familiar in that kiss. Something from his days with Sydney which proved that Julia still carried a part of Sydney with her. It renewed his hope.
Breaking away, he stared into her eyes. Behind the confusion, bitterness, despair and pain, he could see her. He could see Sydney staring back at him, which melted his heart. He couldn’t help it and gentle tears were released from his eyes.
“Why are you crying?” she asked, cocking her head.
“I’m just… I’m glad,” he smiled, sincere.
She didn’t know what he meant by that or why he was so happy. Even still, she felt an unbearable urge to wipe away his tears. Leaning up on her tiptoes to reach his height, she kissed the falling drop. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time. She repeated this action until his face was dry and he started deeply into her eyes, stroking her face with his hand. She leaned into it, basking in this strange, new feeling. She felt… safe. Then, he pulled her close to him, burying her head in the crook of his neck.
“Oh, Sydney.”
He didn’t know what else to say, but somehow, that was enough. He led her back into the hotel room holding her hand, never wanting to let go.
“I know you think you’re Julia… but you’re not. You’re Sydney Bristow, before anything. Sydney was a master of disguises, with more aliases than you could count, but she was still Sydney Bristow, through each and every one of them. She put a bit of her heart and soul into each one, which is how I know that you’re her. I can see it. Julia Thorne… you’re just another one of her very well put together and very well played off aliases.”
She knew his words were meant to reassure and reawaken her, but she couldn’t help feel insulted. Even if he was right about her just being another alias, that alias was what she could remember of her life. It was her life. To say she was nothing more than a mirage…
“Then I guess I’ll fade away.”
Suddenly, the doors burst open, a CIA tactical team making their presence known and aiming their automatic rifles right at them, “Freeze!”
She felt so stupid. She should have been able to see them, to know they were coming. Julia Thorne was professional, not a sentimental sap. Because she forgot that, she would pay.
She looked over to him and he looked so betrayed. They must have followed him here, not trusting him after all. It just goes to show you that trust and honesty will put you six feet under.
“Sydney--”
“Shh,” she hushed him, as they cuffed her hands behind her back, “I know. Its okay.”
One man stayed behind to talk to Vaughn and the rest escorted her out of the building. She smiled sincerely, more tears starting to flow.
She wasn’t afraid. She wouldn’t try to fight it. Their run truly was over and she had enjoyed it, while it lasted. That’s all that really mattered and as they secured her in the back of the black van, she felt… relieved.
sydneymicheal
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Part 9
Loved the introspective thoughts that Syd has...
Michael and Lauren...what can I say...
Thanks for the pm.
Can't wait for more.
Part 10
Glad that Vaughn saw Sydney in her eyes...
Wonder who put the tail on him..
it's good that Julia didn't fight back, maybe there is hope for Sydney yet...
Loved the introspective thoughts that Syd has...
Michael and Lauren...what can I say...
Thanks for the pm.
Can't wait for more.
Part 10
Glad that Vaughn saw Sydney in her eyes...
Wonder who put the tail on him..
it's good that Julia didn't fight back, maybe there is hope for Sydney yet...
Tiiulicious
Cadet
Great updates. I loved them. I like this story so much.
Vaughn and Lauren need to get divorced so that he can be with Sydney and she can find someone who will love her back.
Vaughn and Lauren need to get divorced so that he can be with Sydney and she can find someone who will love her back.
fire*N*ice
Cadet
sad... but awesome
Alias=Life
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A/N: I was away for March break, but now I'm back. Since I feel bad for missing her birthday, I'm dedicating this chapter to Andrea (undercover_spy), my bestest friend (don't worry, Andrea, I did get you a present. It just hasn't shipped in yet) Once again, I digress, which seems to be a bad habbit of mine. Anyway, here's the chapter, which is kind of short, but w/e. The next final and few promise to be longer. Enjoy
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Part XI
“What the hell is going on?” Vaughn asked, as Sydney was being carried out of the room.
The tactical team that ambushed them had surprised him and he wanted answers. The team leader stopped, willing to give them to him, “We’re apprehending a fugitive who we thought was dead, thanks to you.”
This wasn’t good. Not only was Sydney’s life in danger, but he’d been revealed. He was willing to bet that the CIA wasn’t too happy.
“You can’t kill her!” he exclaimed, “She’s Sydney Bristow!”
“Yes, we’re aware of that… predicament. We’re not planning on killing her,” he answered, his voice dripping with distaste.
This came as a surprise to Vaughn. How did they know about her? He thought he was careful with where he hid her and covering his tracks, so how did they find them so quickly? And what did they mean when they said they weren’t planning on killing her? Surely, they couldn’t let her off scotch-free for the crimes Julia had committed. Would that mean she would spend the rest of her life behind reinforced prison bars?
“Then what are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Vaughn, but I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit!” Vaughn shouted, getting in the man’s face, “Please… I think I deserve this much, at least.”
The man nodded. Nearly everybody at the Central Intelligence Agency knew all about Sydney and Vaughn and their escapades. Hell, you could write a book on them; they were legends in the world of espionage, together. This man knew what she meant to Vaughn.
“She’s being transported to Camp Harris for unrestricted interrogation,” he said, his voice very detached, “I’m sorry.”
“But, how? Why?”
Those were both simple questions. He knew how they intended to extract information from her and why they were doing it. He needed to know how they had captured her; if it really was his fault, and despite his best attempts to protect her from the protectors, if he was the one who led her to the end.
“It was Bristow,” he replied, understanding Vaughn’s desperation.
“W-What?”
The words echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls and coming back to hit him as audible as the first time they were spoken, as if he had been repeating them, leaving him to dangle.
“She… she called us, just an hour before you arrived. She told us everything,” he explained.
“Why?” he screamed, sitting down on her bed, “Why would she do that?”
He let his hand rest on the pillow, noticing the dampness there. Looking, he could see the entire pillow was nearly drenched, and not from water. It must have been from her crying and all the tears he had brought her.
“You would have gone down with her,” he said, his voice lower, “Whether it be the Covenant or the CIA, who you withheld information from. She traded her freedom for yours.”
He understood now. He understood, but that didn’t mean he condoned it. He couldn’t. Everything he did was for her… and everything she did was for him, as it appeared. As painful as this moment was, it made his heart swell, knowing the sacrifice she was willing to make.
Sydney really was back.
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She was escorted down a long, dank corridor, past dozens of inmates who stared on at her, some with pity and some glad to see a new face. As the bars rolled up, she was moved to a different wing of the prison, away from everybody in complete solitude. She didn’t know if it was out of respect or out of fear.
They stopped in front of a shabby looking cell, where one guard opened the door and the other kept his firm grip on her arm. When the door slid open, he nudged her inside, closing the door behind her. Moments later, they disappeared down the same hallway and she was left with herself, contemplating what she had done.
She walked over to the steel bench which would serve as her bed for the rest of her short life. She lay down slowly, resting her head against the coldness of the steel which served as a reminder how the rest of her days would be.
Closing her eyes, someone else’s life flashed across her mind. She dug her palms into her eyes, trying to get it to stop, but had no luck. The harder she tried, the more painful these memories became.
“I just remembered. Francie doesn’t like coffee ice cream.”
“That’s it!” she said to herself, watching as her and who she believed to be her friend fought.
It was a battle of epic proportions as she dealt and received heavy blows. They both fought for their lives desperately, when she opened her eyes and suddenly felt an unbearable pain, clutching her back. Closing them again, Allison had slammed her against a mirror and she collapsed in a pile on the ground. Allison reached for the gun, but she grabbed a piece of jagged glass and slashed her across the throat. As he foe stumbled back, she grabbed the gun and fired, killing her. Then, everything faded to black.
“So that’s what happened,” she thought, feeling the pain that her body had endured that night.
Men flooded the house, picking her up and carrying her out into a black van. There, she saw a man, one who she recognized as a known Covenant associate.
She bolted up, sweating profusely now. Looking down at her hands, she saw blood dripping from them. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became deep and rapid. Looking at her stomach and chest, she could see blood draining from the bullet holes, which she also found on her back. She was covered in it, and the flow never seemed to end. It was pouring onto the ground, creating a small river of blood.
She let out an agonizing screaming, fearful tears mixing in with the blood. Breathing became difficult and she fell off the bench to the ground, assuming the fetal position.
Guards ran down the hallway towards her, stopping at the metal barrier to ask her what was wrong. She tried to tell them, but no words came out. She was in shock.
“I’m telling you, she’s missing a few screws in her head!” one said, walking back down the hall, “Why else would she volunteer to come to this hell hole?”
She closed her eyes and grabbed her head tightly, trying to shake the horrific vision from her mind. When she opened them again and took another look at her body, she was fine. Utterly confused, she looked up to the nicer of the two guards who had waited to see if she was okay.
“Uh…,” he had nothing to say and being freaked out himself, ran to follow the other guard.
“What’s… what’s happening to me?” she asked, on her back on the ground.
She had never experienced anything like that before. That, she knew, wasn’t a memory. But what was it all about? She had no idea what it meant, but she didn’t like it. Was it this place which invoked these feelings and visions from her, or was she truly just crazy?
“Vaughn…”
Suddenly, now more than ever, she wished that she was back in that hotel room with him.
Once again, I digress, which seems to be a bad habbit of mine. Anyway, here's the chapter, which is kind of short, but w/e. The next final and few promise to be longer. Enjoy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Part XI
“What the hell is going on?” Vaughn asked, as Sydney was being carried out of the room.
The tactical team that ambushed them had surprised him and he wanted answers. The team leader stopped, willing to give them to him, “We’re apprehending a fugitive who we thought was dead, thanks to you.”
This wasn’t good. Not only was Sydney’s life in danger, but he’d been revealed. He was willing to bet that the CIA wasn’t too happy.
“You can’t kill her!” he exclaimed, “She’s Sydney Bristow!”
“Yes, we’re aware of that… predicament. We’re not planning on killing her,” he answered, his voice dripping with distaste.
This came as a surprise to Vaughn. How did they know about her? He thought he was careful with where he hid her and covering his tracks, so how did they find them so quickly? And what did they mean when they said they weren’t planning on killing her? Surely, they couldn’t let her off scotch-free for the crimes Julia had committed. Would that mean she would spend the rest of her life behind reinforced prison bars?
“Then what are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Vaughn, but I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit!” Vaughn shouted, getting in the man’s face, “Please… I think I deserve this much, at least.”
The man nodded. Nearly everybody at the Central Intelligence Agency knew all about Sydney and Vaughn and their escapades. Hell, you could write a book on them; they were legends in the world of espionage, together. This man knew what she meant to Vaughn.
“She’s being transported to Camp Harris for unrestricted interrogation,” he said, his voice very detached, “I’m sorry.”
“But, how? Why?”
Those were both simple questions. He knew how they intended to extract information from her and why they were doing it. He needed to know how they had captured her; if it really was his fault, and despite his best attempts to protect her from the protectors, if he was the one who led her to the end.
“It was Bristow,” he replied, understanding Vaughn’s desperation.
“W-What?”
The words echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls and coming back to hit him as audible as the first time they were spoken, as if he had been repeating them, leaving him to dangle.
“She… she called us, just an hour before you arrived. She told us everything,” he explained.
“Why?” he screamed, sitting down on her bed, “Why would she do that?”
He let his hand rest on the pillow, noticing the dampness there. Looking, he could see the entire pillow was nearly drenched, and not from water. It must have been from her crying and all the tears he had brought her.
“You would have gone down with her,” he said, his voice lower, “Whether it be the Covenant or the CIA, who you withheld information from. She traded her freedom for yours.”
He understood now. He understood, but that didn’t mean he condoned it. He couldn’t. Everything he did was for her… and everything she did was for him, as it appeared. As painful as this moment was, it made his heart swell, knowing the sacrifice she was willing to make.
Sydney really was back.
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She was escorted down a long, dank corridor, past dozens of inmates who stared on at her, some with pity and some glad to see a new face. As the bars rolled up, she was moved to a different wing of the prison, away from everybody in complete solitude. She didn’t know if it was out of respect or out of fear.
They stopped in front of a shabby looking cell, where one guard opened the door and the other kept his firm grip on her arm. When the door slid open, he nudged her inside, closing the door behind her. Moments later, they disappeared down the same hallway and she was left with herself, contemplating what she had done.
She walked over to the steel bench which would serve as her bed for the rest of her short life. She lay down slowly, resting her head against the coldness of the steel which served as a reminder how the rest of her days would be.
Closing her eyes, someone else’s life flashed across her mind. She dug her palms into her eyes, trying to get it to stop, but had no luck. The harder she tried, the more painful these memories became.
“I just remembered. Francie doesn’t like coffee ice cream.”
“That’s it!” she said to herself, watching as her and who she believed to be her friend fought.
It was a battle of epic proportions as she dealt and received heavy blows. They both fought for their lives desperately, when she opened her eyes and suddenly felt an unbearable pain, clutching her back. Closing them again, Allison had slammed her against a mirror and she collapsed in a pile on the ground. Allison reached for the gun, but she grabbed a piece of jagged glass and slashed her across the throat. As he foe stumbled back, she grabbed the gun and fired, killing her. Then, everything faded to black.
“So that’s what happened,” she thought, feeling the pain that her body had endured that night.
Men flooded the house, picking her up and carrying her out into a black van. There, she saw a man, one who she recognized as a known Covenant associate.
She bolted up, sweating profusely now. Looking down at her hands, she saw blood dripping from them. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became deep and rapid. Looking at her stomach and chest, she could see blood draining from the bullet holes, which she also found on her back. She was covered in it, and the flow never seemed to end. It was pouring onto the ground, creating a small river of blood.
She let out an agonizing screaming, fearful tears mixing in with the blood. Breathing became difficult and she fell off the bench to the ground, assuming the fetal position.
Guards ran down the hallway towards her, stopping at the metal barrier to ask her what was wrong. She tried to tell them, but no words came out. She was in shock.
“I’m telling you, she’s missing a few screws in her head!” one said, walking back down the hall, “Why else would she volunteer to come to this hell hole?”
She closed her eyes and grabbed her head tightly, trying to shake the horrific vision from her mind. When she opened them again and took another look at her body, she was fine. Utterly confused, she looked up to the nicer of the two guards who had waited to see if she was okay.
“Uh…,” he had nothing to say and being freaked out himself, ran to follow the other guard.
“What’s… what’s happening to me?” she asked, on her back on the ground.
She had never experienced anything like that before. That, she knew, wasn’t a memory. But what was it all about? She had no idea what it meant, but she didn’t like it. Was it this place which invoked these feelings and visions from her, or was she truly just crazy?
“Vaughn…”
Suddenly, now more than ever, she wished that she was back in that hotel room with him.
SpygirlAmy
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great update!
loved it!
thanks for the PM
cant wait for more
loved it!
thanks for the PM
cant wait for more
farliieansds225
Cadet
awesome udpate!!!
she gave herself up for him!!
thanx for the pm
cant wait for more!!!
she gave herself up for him!!
thanx for the pm
cant wait for more!!!
NadiaSantosFan
Cadet
Aww man. . . She gave herself up for him. . . Thats really great but im really hoping she doesnt get torture. :nervous:
thanks for the PM and Update!
thanks for the PM and Update!
