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Episode 1:
Sydney sat in shock on the bed in Hong Kong, not able to bear looking into the eyes of her handler Michael Vaugn. He understood her shock and decided it was best to let Sydney absorb the enormity of what he'd just told her and not speak. At first, Sydney didn't register what Vaugn had said. When it started to sink in, her mind exploded with millions of questions...none of which she had the knowledge to answer.
In her confusion and shock, Sydney burst into tears. She put her head in her hands and hoped desperately that it was all a dream.
And then, suddenly, her wish was granted.
Sydney sat up so fast she nearly bashed her head into the person who was leaning over her. She was in a bed, in an apasrtment. When she sat up, she felt a rush of pain course throughout her whole body. She could see she was bruised and cut badly. Sydney looked around and focused finally on the woman she had almost given a concussion. It was her mother.
"Lie back down," said Irina soothingly and Sydney obeyed in hopes of the pain that racked her body would subside or at the very leat, be eased. It was...to some degree. Sydney tried to speak but she couldn't, her throat hurt and was very dry.
"You must be thirsty," said Irina, who handed propped Sydney up with no effort at all and handed her a cup of water. Sydney took it gratefully and drank. The liquid felt good going down her parched throat, and when Sydney tried to gulp it down faster, she ended up choking and spitting it all out on herself. Sydney coughed painfully. Irina handed her another cup of water. "Drink slower this time," she admonished. "That was quite a fight you got in with A.G. Doran. I told Sark that if she was discovered she was to be pulled from the field. Unfortunately, Mr. Sark has trouble with authority. It is no matter now though. Doran is dead, and so is your friend Will."
"Oh my god Will!" cried Sydney in a voice that she didn't expect.
"Yes. He might've lived, however, Sloane shot him to ensure his death...before he took you..." Irina trailed off and her unemotional expression turned to one of malevolence.
"Took me?" asked Sydney, her head throbbed.
"After your fight, Sloane came in and apprehended both you and the body of Doran. You were taken then to his safehouse to expose you to the...Rambaldi device."
"What is it?" asked Sydney breathlessly.
"I do not know. However, what you think was a dream you just had is something far more important." Irina looked down at Sydney from where she sat on a stool by the bedside. "What you saw was a possible future."
"What? A possible future? But how? Why? What's going on? Where am I? Where's Dad and Vaugn? Why am I with you?" and t6hen Sydney, exhausted by her confusion, lapsed back into sleep.
OK. I think it could bcome an interesting story, but I'd love to hear your feedback as well!
Episode 1:
Sydney sat in shock on the bed in Hong Kong, not able to bear looking into the eyes of her handler Michael Vaugn. He understood her shock and decided it was best to let Sydney absorb the enormity of what he'd just told her and not speak. At first, Sydney didn't register what Vaugn had said. When it started to sink in, her mind exploded with millions of questions...none of which she had the knowledge to answer.
In her confusion and shock, Sydney burst into tears. She put her head in her hands and hoped desperately that it was all a dream.
And then, suddenly, her wish was granted.
Sydney sat up so fast she nearly bashed her head into the person who was leaning over her. She was in a bed, in an apasrtment. When she sat up, she felt a rush of pain course throughout her whole body. She could see she was bruised and cut badly. Sydney looked around and focused finally on the woman she had almost given a concussion. It was her mother.
"Lie back down," said Irina soothingly and Sydney obeyed in hopes of the pain that racked her body would subside or at the very leat, be eased. It was...to some degree. Sydney tried to speak but she couldn't, her throat hurt and was very dry.
"You must be thirsty," said Irina, who handed propped Sydney up with no effort at all and handed her a cup of water. Sydney took it gratefully and drank. The liquid felt good going down her parched throat, and when Sydney tried to gulp it down faster, she ended up choking and spitting it all out on herself. Sydney coughed painfully. Irina handed her another cup of water. "Drink slower this time," she admonished. "That was quite a fight you got in with A.G. Doran. I told Sark that if she was discovered she was to be pulled from the field. Unfortunately, Mr. Sark has trouble with authority. It is no matter now though. Doran is dead, and so is your friend Will."
"Oh my god Will!" cried Sydney in a voice that she didn't expect.
"Yes. He might've lived, however, Sloane shot him to ensure his death...before he took you..." Irina trailed off and her unemotional expression turned to one of malevolence.
"Took me?" asked Sydney, her head throbbed.
"After your fight, Sloane came in and apprehended both you and the body of Doran. You were taken then to his safehouse to expose you to the...Rambaldi device."
"What is it?" asked Sydney breathlessly.
"I do not know. However, what you think was a dream you just had is something far more important." Irina looked down at Sydney from where she sat on a stool by the bedside. "What you saw was a possible future."
"What? A possible future? But how? Why? What's going on? Where am I? Where's Dad and Vaugn? Why am I with you?" and t6hen Sydney, exhausted by her confusion, lapsed back into sleep.
OK. I think it could bcome an interesting story, but I'd love to hear your feedback as well!
