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Rescue Me

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  1. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Title: Rescue Me
    Criticism is welcome, encouraged even! :D
    Summary: Continuing after ‘The Abduction,’ S/V angst
    Disclaimer: I own none of the following characters – they’re all JJ’s (GREAT MIND!!). Plus, I didn’t come up with the premise of this fic – I was ‘inspired’ by Alias.

    Well, everybody, I’ve been reading fics for a while and I decided I’d give it a shot myself. This is my first one. I hope you like it! :P

    Rescue Me
    Chapter 1

    Vaughn POV
    As I sit fiddling around at my desk, I watch Jack and Irina over the monitor. I can’t tell what they’re saying to each other, but it’s interesting to watch. I nearly jump at the sound of my phone ringing.
    “Vaughn here…. What do you mean, we didn’t pick Marshall up at the intercept point? Who did?”
    Oh felgercarb.
    Sydney POV
    Dancing and having a great time with Will and Francie, I wonder what Marshall is doing, feeling right now. I feel so bad that he’s caught up in these lies, but I can’t help it. I just hope he makes it through ok. Mid-song, my cell rings. I momentarily stop my booty-shakin’ and answer. “Hello?” It’s Vaughn – “Joey’s Pizza?” I reply with the normal, “You must have the wrong number,” and search for Will and Francie. I tell them I have to leave, apologizing profusely, but assure them that I’ll be back in no time.

    Leaving the restaurant, I can’t help but wonder what Vaughn wants.
    Sydney POV
    I arrive at Mikro Self-Storage and as usual, Vaughn is already waiting. I rush in, my short black dress not keeping out the slight chill of the night.

    “What’s up?” I say with concern. Vaughn turns around and begins speaking.

    “Syd, we have a…” His voice catches as he looks at me, and I feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, he shakes it off and continues.

    “We have a problem. Marshall wasn’t intercepted by the CIA. We don’t know exactly what happened, but it seems he may have been abducted.”

    I feel like I got the wind knocked out of me. “What?! How did this happen? Who did this?!”

    “His car never arrived at the point of interception, and…” He speaks calmly, but I cut him off.

    “Marshall said he wanted to take the scenic route. Are you sure we didn’t just lose him?”

    “We’re sure. We had a tracking device planted on his escort, and it stopped nearly in the middle of an intersection for about five minutes. His car then took off again; we followed, but he wasn’t there. We’re in the process of obtaining the traffic cameras for that intersection and the surrounding ones, but until we get the tapes, we can’t be sure as to where he went, or if he was abducted.”

    I sat down heavily and looked at my hands, which were wringing the strap of my purse, seemingly with a mind of their own. “I can’t believe this,” I say with defeat. My mind is blank and I pause, until I realize that I must do something. “I need to get him back,” I say with conviction. I look up to Vaughn’s eyes and ask, “What should we do?”

    “Well, Devlin realizes how vital the information Marshall acquired is, so I think he will support our efforts to find him. Unfortunately, at the moment, we can’t do much more than wait for the tapes.” He sighs. “…Can you think of anyone who would do this, who might have seen you two in London?”

    I pause and think. “Well, the mission went as planned perfectly, other than Marshall getting a little shot from a tranq dart. We went in, got the information, and were out in less than ten minutes. As far as I know, no one was suspicious, and Powell didn’t seem to realize that we drugged him. How long do you think it will take to get the tapes?”

    “With any luck, we should get them within the hour.” Vaughn slowly sits down next to me. He looks down and stills one of my hands by taking it within his own. Sighing, he looks in my eyes, and reassures me. “Don’t worry, Syd. We’ll get him back. I know we can do this.”

    I look away awkwardly and rise, dropping his hands in the process. “I hope so…I need to get back to Francie’s party – call me if anything turns up.”

    Vaughn softly replies, “OK, I will,” as I briskly walk out without looking back, my mind a jumbled mess.

    Well, there it is - Chapter one! I gotta know, (y) or (n) ? If I do continue, I promise there will be more S/V angst to come! Anyway, please review!
  2. Azhria Lilu

    Azhria Lilu Rocket Ranger

    Nov 18, 2002
    Derbyshire, UK
  3. aliaschica47

    aliaschica47 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 8, 2002
    more please
  4. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Well, I have written this up to ch. 4, but ch. 4 itself kinda sucks (more so than the rest haha) at the moment, so i'll just post 2 and 3. I hope this is getting better - I have some ideas for where I want to go with this, but I have to straighten everything out first. I'll post the next two within minutes. Hope you like it!
  5. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Chapter 2

    Sydney POV
    As I absentmindedly drive the familiar route to Francie’s restaurant, I try to sort my confused thoughts. The most pressing issue, of course, is Marshall’s disappearance, but Vaughn is right: at the moment, there is nothing I can do. I contemplate the feasibility that this was Sark’s doing. My face flushed with anger, not putting Marshall’s abduction past him. But what would he have to gain? Not being able to answer that question, I dissipated my thoughts with a shake of my head. My mind wanders, resting on Vaughn. After seeing him with Alice a couple days ago at the bar, I had concluded that he feels nothing for me. The Marshall situation had given me a brief respite from agonizing over my ‘forbidden fruit’ (who probably doesn’t even have feelings for me), but the touch of his hands on mine muddled my previous conclusions. I’m so lost.

    Arriving back at the restaurant, I put on my best ‘everything’s-great-I’m-having-fun’ look and dove back into the party. Tonight, I’m determined to drown my sorrows with some serious dancing.
    Vaughn’s POV
    I drove home, ruminating over Marshall’s disappearance, and worrying about Syd. I hope the traffic cameras will provide some insight into exactly what happened and wonder whose doing this is. Surely it wasn’t Sloane and SD-6 – Marshall is one of their operatives. Sark is a possibility; his intentions are unclear, to say the least. Other than that, no great inspiration came to the forefront of my thoughts. Well, nothing except Sydney. My mouth forms a sad smile as I think of her. Our meeting at the bar was very uncomfortable – I wonder if there is something going on between her and Will. Suddenly, my ponderings are interrupted by the shrill ring of my cell. Snapping the phone open, I state, “Vaughn.” A coworker informs me that the tapes have been acquired. I respond, “Great. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” and hang a U-turn, heading to the office.
    Marshall POV
    I wake up; it’s dark and I’m tied to a chair. My eyes are covered with a blindfold. I begin to breathe quickly, shallowly, and consider screaming for help. However, my thoughts are interrupted by the low, mechanical buzzing of a wheelchair. My blindfold is suddenly ripped off, and I am staring face-to-face with an Asian man with glasses. I realize tears are running down my face, and I try to ask, “Where am I?” but all that comes out if a weak gurgling. He looks me over and roughly props my jaws open with a metal tool. Looking to his right, he scrutinizes a tray full of torture devices and settles on a pair of plier-like clamps. Giving me an evil, toothy grin, he moves the clamps to my mouth. In complete terror, I do the only thing I can: scream.

    Chapter 3

    Sydney POV
    For the second time tonight, my cell rings mid-song. I step outside and answer. It’s Vaughn.
    “We have the tapes. I’m going to the office right now. Are you going to come review them?”
    I answer quickly. “Yeah, I’ll be right over.”
    I hang up and rush back inside, telling Will and Francie that once again, I have to leave. Francie looks a little dejected, and Will, curious, but I am so preoccupied I practically run to my car, offering them no explanation.
    Vaughn and I stand fixated on the monitor as we fast-forward the tape. We stop it and watch intently, seeing Marshall’s car skid to a stop behind a van. Three men rush out and open Marshall’s doors, pulling him out and pushing him into the back of the van hurriedly. As the van speeds away, we pause the tape, searching for a license plate number. We’re in luck – Vaughn scribbles it down on a scrap of paper and calls a colleague to put a search out on the van.

    “Well, it seems we’ll be playing the waiting game again until we pick up a lead from the van. I’ll have some guys continue to review the tape. Hopefully, they’ll find something else.” He looks at his watch. It’s already 12:17.

    “You should get some rest…” Vaughn says quietly, giving my arm a gentle squeeze and looking at me with emotion I can barely decipher. Pained longing, maybe? “We’re doing all we can.”

    I nod in agreement and reply with a tight “Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I look down and pause. Looking back up at him with intense pain, I leave Vaughn for the second time tonight, now more confused than ever.
    Vaughn POV
    I drive home, turning Marshall’s disappearance over and over in my mind. By the time I’m home, I’ve exhausted all thoughts on the subject, and I’m exhausted as well. Trudging up to bed, my mind once again gravitates to Sydney.

    ‘What am I doing? I’m such a fool. She’s amazing. Every time I’m with her, I feel this incredible warmth inside. So what the hell am I waiting for? Maybe Derevko was right; there are rules between a handler and his asset, but between a man and a woman?...’

    I change out of my suit into boxers and drop myself on the bed. It has begun to rain. As I listen to the fat, lazy drops patter my window and watch the reflection of water play on my ceiling, I sigh, close my eyes, and think.

    The way you looked into my eyes
    I could see the hurt
    I saw thro’ your disguise
    Just give me time
    Let me heal the pain
    I’m scared of losing you

    What have I missed
    Where have I gone wrong
    If I could turn back the time
    So we’ve just begun

    After all we’ve been thro’
    Love don’t come easy for me
    Sydney POV
    Driving home, I think of the day’s events. Silent tears roll down my cheeks, like the raindrops now falling from the sky.

    ‘When did my life get so screwed up? I try to do the right thing, and look what it’s got me – an abducted friend and the man I love with another woman.’

    Sniffling, I think, ‘Get it together, Syd. You can get Marshall back, and Vaughn, well, you could never be with him anyway.’ I arrive to find the house empty. Will and Francie must still be at the party. I flop on my bed and look up at the ceiling. I watch the reflection of rainwater dance silently up there. Sighing, I close my eyes.

    The way you looked at me tonight
    I’ve never seen that look
    In your eyes before
    But then again
    I don’t think I’ve ever looked
    Had the time to spare
    The will to share with you

    What have I missed
    What have I done
    I’m gonna turn back the tide
    Like it’s just begun

    After all we’ve been through
    Love don’t come easy for me
    Vaughn POV
    I open my eyes and blink.

    ‘How can I tell her how I feel? She has the whole Alice thing wrong. She won’t listen to me. Syd thinks Alice and I have been together this whole time. It was done between us months ago…I want you, Syd…”

    I close my eyes, thinking painfully.

    I really miss you when the nights are long
    And only silence is heard in this
    World of song
    But life goes on
    And forever more
    I’ll be haunted by your love
    Sydney POV
    I pause and open my eyes slowly.

    ‘I’ll just have to forget him – act like nothing has changed…But everything can’t be the same as it was – things have changed, my feelings have changed. Not that my feelings matter. He’s with Alice now…Do I actually have feelings for him, or is this ‘Alice’ situation just making me feel things that aren’t there?...I don’t know anymore.”

    All the world over I’ve searched
    For a dream
    I’ve found out that life is not
    What it seems
    I’ve seen all the wonders the world
    Has to give
    But all that is real is you

    Moody Blues
    *Love Don’t Come Easy
    ***All That Is Real Is You

    There we have it - my personal favorite is ch. 3 and the song parts - I just thought they fit really well. I hope you like it, and hopefully I can fix up ch. 4 soon! :D
  6. Fat Cat

    Fat Cat Rocket Ranger

    Dec 6, 2002
    :D excelent (y)
  7. Mystifying Mermaid

    Mystifying Mermaid Ensign

    Dec 20, 2002
    Deep in the heart of Kansas...
    So very wonderful! You must simply post the rest.
  8. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Thanks for the replies - glad you like it so far! I'm still reviewing ch. 4, but it is definitely a lot better than it used to be. Plus, it's longer! I hope to post it tonight or possibly tomorrow. Thanks again for the replies!! :D
  9. Alias

    Alias Rocket Ranger

    Dec 8, 2002
    MORE PLEASE!!!! (y)
  10. Alias Elle

    Alias Elle Rocket Ranger

    Dec 1, 2002
    Los Angeles, CA
    I'm definitely intrigued. I hope you post more soon! Sort of a little early Christmas present (hint hint nudge nudge wink wink)

    ~Me :inlove:
  11. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Well, here it is. There are a couple parts that I think could be better, but I decided to stop agonizing over them and just post it. I've already got a great start on 5 and 6, so I hope to post it early this week, maybe Mon. or Tues. Ch. 5 will be more angsty, but until then, enjoy!

    And without further ado,

    Chapter 4

    Sydney POV
    I wake up to the sounds of Francie and Will bustling about making breakfast. Sitting up, I discover it is already 8:49. With a slight moan, I hoist myself out of bed to my feet. I slept fitfully, and am still emotionally drained. I shuffle into the kitchen to find Francie cooking bacon and Will eating most of it.

    “Morning, Syd, how are ya?” Francie asks brightly.

    “Hey, sleepyhead, it’s about time you woke up!” Will teased.

    “Hey guys – I’m doing fine, Francie, and Will – haha,” I say sarcastically.

    I grab a couple pieces of bacon and begin munching.

    Francie asks curiously, “So what was going on last night? Why’d you leave the party?”

    I look at her and apologize sincerely. “A friend of mine from work is going through a really tough time, and he needed someone to confide in. I’m really sorry for ditching you guys.”

    Will raises his eyebrows to form a question, which I disregard.

    Francie replies, “Well, that’s OK. How is your friend doing?”

    I continue my lie and brighten up, saying he’s doing better. “He just felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but we talked for a couple hours, and I think he’s figured out that not everything is his fault.” Swallowing the last of the bacon, I get up to take a shower. “I feel gross, so I’m going to go clean up.”

    “I have to go make sure the restaurant is running smoothly, so I probably will be gone when you’re out. It’s always busy Saturdays, so I don’t know when I’ll be home.” Francie checks her voicemail and makes a face. “Hey Will, can you help me out? One of the busboys called in sick. Pleaaase?”

    Now it’s Will’s turn to make a face. He obviously wants to find out what I was doing last night rather than pick up used dishes all day, but he grudgingly obliges.

    “Thanks. Well, Syd, I guess we’ll see you later!” Francie and Will take off, leaving me with my thoughts. I head to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

    With the warm water cleansing my body, I wonder where Marshall is right now. Today I am determined to find him – nothing can stand in my way. My resolve is mostly due to the fact that he is a great guy who I couldn’t bear to see in pain, but a tiny part of my thoughts concludes that I am partially to blame for this whole incident. I can’t help it, feeling guilty just comes easily to me. Blocking out those negative thoughts, my mind settles on Vaughn.

    I think of his actions toward me last night – holding my hand, squeezing my arm, and that look. Did those gestures mean anything?

    ‘Probably not. I’m blowing this way out of proportion. He’s with Alice, and even if he weren’t we couldn’t have a relationship like that.’

    I shake the thoughts away with a toss of my head and emerge from the bathroom. A quick check of my voicemail reveals Sloane called and wants a meeting right away. Ugh. What a way to start off a Saturday. I lock up the house and set off for the Credit Dauphine building.
    When I arrive, Sark, Sloane, Dixon, and my father are already there.

    “Where is Marshall? I’ve had him paged three times, and I’ve called his cell phone and home number – I’ve been getting no answer at all. What is going on?” Sloane directed his questions to me.

    For once, I can truthfully answer. Acting surprised, I reply, “I don’t know. The last I saw of him was last night when we separated at the airport. He told me he was planning on taking the scenic route home. Everything went well in the mission, and nothing suspicious occurred when we parted. I just assumed he got home safely. It’s really odd for him to be missing like this…”

    Sloane, of course, is pissed off, not caring about Marshall’s well-being, but only the safety of his precious intel. “Well where the hell is he? Jack, I want you to investigate this. And if any of you discover any information on his whereabouts, I want to know it immediately. We’re done here.”

    I hurry out of the room to avoid any more contact with Sloane. Plus, I need an update from Vaughn.

    My father catches me just as I am leaving. He pulls me into an empty room and activates a bug-killer. “Well, you seem to have heard that the CIA failed to intercept Marshall.”

    “Yeah, Vaughn called me to the warehouse last night and told me. Do you have any idea of who did this?”

    “No, but I talked to Vaughn, and it seems we have a fairly good lead on Marshall’s location. The CIA is continuing the investigation as we speak. Hopefully we can pinpoint the site where he is being held and retract him, and with any luck we can expose who is behind this. You should set up a meeting with Vaughn – maybe they have already found something else. I’ll be in touch.” And with that, the red light on the bug-killer switches off.
    I pull up to Mikro Self-Storage. I hope the CIA has found some more information regarding Marshall’s whereabouts. Entering the dank building, I see Vaughn pacing. ‘Not a good sign,’ I think. He hears my approach and turns to face me. I register the look of concern on his face and begin to feel a little panicky. He cuts through my thoughts.

    “We think we have found where Marshall is located. The guys followed the van’s path using a number of traffic cameras. We’re nearly positive he’s being kept somewhere in an abandoned boat rental place down by the coast. We’ve planned a retraction mission for one o’clock this afternoon.”

    He glances at his watch.

    “That’s in fifty minutes. Your father is helping out on this one, and I’m coming with you, too.”

    I look up sharply.

    “Vaughn, you don’t have to do this – endanger your life yet again for one of my friends. I can’t let-”

    He cuts me off, firmly saying, “I’m doing this. You can’t stop me. Marshall is your friend, but he is also an asset to the CIA. We need to get him back, and I refuse to let you do this alone. I’m coming with you, and that’s final.”

    I am so surprised by his sudden firmness that I’m momentarily speechless. I somehow regain my voice and say, “Well, I guess it’s settled…Vaughn, thanks.”

    The determination in his eyes falls away and he smiles.

    “Well, it’s my job. I gotta keep you safe.”

    I give him a genuine grin and joke, “Hey, I could probably take you…”

    His eyes flicker with an emotion I can’t quite make out, and he says, almost sadly, “You better get ready.”

    My grin fades, and I become serious, thinking of the mission to come.

    “I’ll meet you here at 12:45.”

    He nods and I leave, preparing myself for the action awaiting me.
    Vaughn POV
    We rendezvous at the warehouse at 12:45 on the dot. Jack managed to find the specs for the building; luckily, it is only one floor and a basement, so we can stay together and search room by room fairly quickly. By the time we arrive, Jack and Sydney are in deep concentration. I, on the other hand, am still a bit nervous. We exit the car and prepare to pull Marshall out.

    Entering through the back, I hear nothing but the sounds of our own breathing and footsteps. Jack silently signals me to search the rooms on the left, while Sydney stays right. Jack continues forward, efficiently investigating each room. We clear the first floor with no sign of a struggle or anyone’s presence at all. As we continue to the basement, it becomes apparent that something has gone on here recently.

    Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Jack halts suddenly. I nearly collide with him, and Syd nearly rams into me. Jack turns around and glares at us, moving forward cautiously. Muffled noises are coming from the back right of the floor. We split up, surrounding that corner of the building. On Jack’s signal, we rush forward, yelling.


    A severely beaten man is strapped to a dentist chair, his mouth full of blood. Sydney rushes forward, “Oh, God, Marshall! Are you ok? I’m so sorry…” Her eyes fill with tears and I unconsciously move to her, wrapping her in my arms. Jack unstraps Marshall and helps him to his feet, steadying him. He seems to be drugged, and does not know what is going on. Jack snaps us back to reality, gruffly ordering us to move quickly back to the car. We run up the stairs to the car and speed away.
    After bringing Marshall to a CIA rehabilitation center where he could recuperate both physically and mentally, Syd and I went back to the warehouse. She seemed very preoccupied, but happy as well.

    “I’m just glad we got him out when we did. Who knows what else they could’ve done to him. I hope he recovers.”

    I looked at her with concern. “Don’t worry, Syd, he’s in CIA custody now. They’re doing the best they can for him as we speak. He’ll be patched up in no time.”

    Sydney looked away to hide her tears, but I had already seen them. “This is my fault…I should have ridden with him. We shouldn’t have separated at the airport.” Her voice cracked as she struggled to hold her feelings in check.

    For a moment, I stood in amazement. She can’t really believe that, can she? It’s incredible how much pressure she puts on herself. Here she is, taking responsibility for something she had no hand in. I approach her and begin to rub her back. I say quietly, “Syd, you can’t possibly believe that. This is not your fault. Even if you were in the car with him, who’s to say you wouldn’t have been captured, too? If anything, you should be proud. It is because of you that Marshall is safe now. We rescued him. Come on, Syd…”

    I use my right hand to push her chin up, forcing her to look at me. I look in her eyes and see the hurt, not just from this incident, but the cumulative pains of every lie she’s told to friends, every lie she’s been told herself, every betrayal she's endured, every successful mission for SD-6, and...something else. I know that ‘something else.’ I feel that ‘something else’ too, every time I see her, hear her, think of her. She loves me. I am stunned. I always knew that I felt something for her – but she feels it back! I just want to kiss away all her tears, all her pain. And I almost do.

    But then comes the conscience. ‘Don’t forget protocol!’ it says, ‘You’ve nearly gone too far already…’ I hesitate, and the moment is gone. She looks away with slight embarrassment. I clear my throat loudly and Syd sits down on a crate. She has stopped crying, and her moist face looks at me questioningly.

    “Well, I think I’m ok now…Thanks.”

    “No problem, that’s why I’m here. You’ve had a rough couple days. Maybe you should take some time off,” I respond.

    She murmured a reply and stood up, looking away.

    I swallow hard and say, “If you need anyone to talk to, don’t be afraid to call me.” I pause briefly, look at the ground, and add, “I’m here for you, Syd.” Looking up, I see her turn toward me and smile weakly.

    “Thanks, Vaughn, for everything. I really mean it.” And she leaves me wondering what to do.

    There it is! I hope you like it! :D
  12. Girlnorth

    Girlnorth Scout

    Dec 21, 2002
    (y) Keep going!
  13. Alias Elle

    Alias Elle Rocket Ranger

    Dec 1, 2002
    Los Angeles, CA
    Ooh, it's getting good!

    ~Me :angel2:
  14. Alias_babe2007

    Alias_babe2007 Rocket Ranger

    Dec 16, 2002
    The not so gracent Kentucky
    this is good (y) please post more soon! :)
  15. jaco16syd

    jaco16syd Rocket Ranger

    Dec 9, 2002
    very nice (y) keep going

  16. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Hey everybody! Thanks for all the comments! I'm almost done with ch. 5 - just have to complete a few finishing touches! I've got some big plans for where this fic is going, but I won't get to the major cliffhanger until ch. 8 or so... so keep reading, please, even if it sucks!
  17. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Well, I just finished Ch. 5, so here it is!

    Chapter 5
    Sydney POV
    I drive without really caring where I go. I just need some time to think. On the one hand, I’m ecstatic that we found Marshall, and he’s alive and will hopefully be fine. On the other hand, I can’t help but feel partially responsible for this whole problem in the first place. I know that it’s absurd and that I couldn’t have helped it at all, but that’s just the way I am – I take things personally.

    Thoughts of my slight emotional breakdown mere minutes ago lead me to Vaughn. What just happened between us? There was definitely something there, and it can’t be denied that he felt it, too. Does he love me? After that moment, I’m pretty sure that I love him. But he has Alice. Just what really is going on between them?

    I stop my thoughts for a moment to see where I am. Strangely, I’m back at the warehouse. I laugh quietly – my subconscious must be trying to tell me something. I notice that Vaughn’s car is still parked right where it was when I left. This piques my curiosity, and against my better judgment, I decide to go back inside.

    I slip into the dark building stealthily and find Vaughn sitting on a crate with his eyes closed, his head leaning back on the wall. He has discarded the black jacket and Kevlar vest from the mission this afternoon, leaving his chest defined perfectly underneath a tight-fitting black tank top. I rarely see him like this, and frankly, I wouldn’t object to seeing it more often.

    I hesitate a moment and cough a little to indicate my presence. His eyes flick open quickly and his body tenses up. He looks at me and stands up abruptly; with an air of astonishment and concern, he asks “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

    “No, I was just out driving and thinking, and I ended up back here. I noticed you hadn’t left yet, so I thought I’d see what you’re up to.” I plop down on the crate next to him and flash him a sincere smile. “I think I’m better now. It’s just, the past few days have been…trying, I guess.”

    Vaughn sits back down and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes again. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re ok now. I was worried.” He grins at me and grasps my hand, tracing tiny circles around the base of my thumb.



    “What’s going on?”

    He opens one eye and glances at me. “What do you mean?”

    I pause. I can’t believe I’m saying this: “Between you and Alice.” Quickly, I add, “That is, if you still want to tell me.”

    He seems caught by surprise, but swiftly disguises his facial expression. “Of course I do…It’s just kind of hard to explain.” He breathes deeply and sighs. “Well, you know we were dating last year, and we broke it off, right?”

    He looks at me and I nod in affirmation.

    “We met again at this party two and a half months ago, and we decided to give our relationship another try. Since then, we have been ‘dating,’ I guess. Her father died, and I was glad to be there for her, but my heart really isn’t it like it should be. Don’t get me wrong, I love her. But I guess we’re not ‘in love,’ and she wants us to be so much that she doesn’t even see it’s not there. I don’t really know what to do…”

    I silently curse myself for asking – I really didn’t want to hear this. Now, not knowing how to react, I respond simply with, “Oh.”

    He looks at me uncomfortably, and I glance to the side of him, embarrassed. Not wanting to know any more of the circumstances between them, I ask, “Do you know how Marshall is?”

    My sudden change of subject startles him, and he stutters, “Um, well, I got a call about fifteen minutes ago. He had been drugged, but it was pumped out of his system. He is on morphine, and it looks like he had three teeth pulled. All in all, he’s in pretty good shape. It could’ve been a lot worse.”

    I nod. “Will I be able to visit him?”

    Vaughn replies, “Yes, but not until after he’s been informed of the truth about SD-6. I have a feeling he will need your support.”

    “Yeah, he will. But I’ll be there for him this time.” I stand up. “I should probably get going now. I need to check in with Will and Francie at the restaurant.” I start to leave, but Vaughn grabs my wrist.

    “Hold on a sec. There’s something I need to clarify.” Vaughn reels me back to him, and suddenly we’re standing close…very close. I look into his intense green eyes and find a question there, a question boring into the depths of my soul. I want to answer so desperately, but I’m unsure. He slowly moves closer, closer, until I can feel his warm breath on my face. I think, ‘Oh, to hell with protocol,’ and in an instant, the space between us has vanished.
    Marshall POV
    I wake up staring at a white ceiling, with an IV stuck in my arm and my mouth hurting like hell.

    ‘Omigod, where am I?’ I begin to panic and sit up rapidly, searching the room. Through the window, I see nurses hurrying around. I lay back down uneasily, realizing escape is impossible.

    ‘I’m in a hospital – but where? Am I still in LA?’

    Suddenly, a doctor enters the room. He notices I’m awake. “So, how are you feeling, Mr. Marshall?”

    I reply in fear, “Where am I?”

    “You’re in a CIA hospital in LA. You’ve been asleep for about eighteen hours – it is Sunday, about 8:30 right now. So how are you feeling?”

    “My mouth hurts,” I managed to spit out before my jaws begin throbbing again.

    “As can be expected. You’ve had three molars pulled without anesthesia, and your system was flooded with a truth serum that leaves one in five paralyzed. It seems you are one of the lucky four, and will not have long-term problems resulting from the drug. However, you may experience some temporary paralysis from the knees down. That should clear up within 48 hours. We’ve given you a morphine drip to eliminate the pain. Do you need anything else?”

    Relieved that I am safe, I respond by shaking my head ‘no.’

    “I believe a Mr. Jack Bristow is on his way over and would like to meet with you. He has some questions for you.”

    I close my eyes as a small tingle of fear rushes down my spine. Jack Bristow scares me. I give the doctor a slight nod, and he leaves me with my thoughts. A wave of nausea washes over me as I am reminded of the terror of the last day and a half, compounded with the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach due to Mr. Bristow’ impending visit. Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself to recount the story of my abduction and torture.
    Sark POV
    “AAAAHHH!” I scream through gritted teeth as my body spasms uncontrollably. After a full minute of this agony, Sloane raises his hand. My torturer removes the taser and my body becomes still.

    “I’m going to ask you again, Mr. Sark. Isn’t it odd that since you joined SD-6, not one mission has been successfully completed? It’s quite interesting, really, that your ‘intel’ has not given us an advantage.” He paces about the room, the ‘Conversation Room,’ as they call it.

    “Before your change of alliance, SD-6 was stumbling. Your new partnership seemed like a victory at the time. But now, it seems as though we are losing ground because of you… I will uncover your motives and participation in these losses, whether you reveal them to me or not. Think about it.” He turns on his heel and begins to leave.

    “Wait,” I say calmly, arrogantly. “Whether you admit it or not, you need me. You said so yourself – SD-6 was stumbling. Though my presence here has not rewarded you immediate results, you now have more pieces of the Rambaldi puzzle. India was a setback, yes, but only just that: a setback. We will solve the puzzle eventually, but we must trust one another. I know what I am doing, Arvin.”

    Sloane spins around brusquely and growls, “You will address me as Mr. Sloane.”

    I continue as though he had said nothing. “And this business with Echelon; have you considered that Marshall may be a mole? His ‘sudden disappearance’ is quite untimely for you, is it not? Jack seems to be hiding something as well. Perhaps he is Emily’s kidnapper – Ariana Kane seems to think so…Is it possible those you have trusted for years are the very ones betraying you now?”

    The look on Sloane’s face told me I had gone too far. He could not mask his expression, his fiery hate and disgust. Flicking his wrist toward my torturer, he escapes from the sinister room and flees from my accusations, leaving me to endure more cruelty.

    The buzzing device nears my ear, and my body again begins to shudder painfully.

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  18. Girlnorth

    Girlnorth Scout

    Dec 21, 2002
    So good! Keep going, please!
  19. freelancer638

    freelancer638 Captain

    Dec 7, 2002
    Hey everybody! I also posted 'Rescue Me' on the SD-1 boards, and someone pointed out that it seems like I forgot about the watch scene. Well, I did just that, but for a reason. Here's why, if you're wondering:

    I guess what I wanted to convey here with this sentence:

    After seeing him with Alice a couple days ago at the bar, I had concluded that he feels nothing for me.

    was not only that Syd is dead wrong about what Vaughn feels for her, she's losing a sense of better judgment - she's coming to wrong conclusions based on her feelings of jealousy, abandonment (I can't think of the right word, sorry! :P ) rather than reason. She's feeling her life is beginning to unravel, what with Marshall supposed to be getting picked up by the CIA, then being captured. Plus, we can't forget in the last ep. when she hugged her mother (personally I loved that scene - it shows how much closer Irina and Syd have become, but it also shows lack of judgment on Syd's part - she's acting on feelings).

    With the watch scene, I'm going with the show, and saying that it has happened. But I had Syd just disregard it for the reasons above - more recently, she's encountered Vaughn and Alice together in a bar, and her strong feelings from that are making her jump to incorrect conclusions. She's just disregarding the watch scene because it's easier for her to come to a conclusion regarding V/A if she forgets about it.

    Anyway, that's kinda what I was going for, too bad it didn't come out that way!! haha oh well :P

    Thanks to everyone for the replies!! I LOVE FEEDBACK!! :D
  20. Alias

    Alias Rocket Ranger

    Dec 8, 2002
    PLEASE POST MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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