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Okay guys,
Here's the start to a sequel to my other story called, "Chance Encounter." Eventually this will be a three story arc. So for the time being . . . enjoy and of course remember that the feeback monster needs a little feeding.
Oh and here's the link to the previous story if you want to look at it (insert shameless plug)
Chance Encounter
Enjoy!
LaFemme :redhair:
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Second Chances
By LaFemme
“Sydney!” Vaughn called out.
“Vaughn!” she shouted back.
“Time to extraction?!” he asked, a slight sense of panic heard in his voice. This was supposed to be a simple recon mission. However, in a world of lies, betrayal and deceit, nothing was as it should be. Sydney and Vaughn found themselves pinned down and were unable to move. The mission itself was successful. However, their extraction was another story. Their presence was detected by the Covenant and now, both hoped and prayed support would come soon.
“Sydney!” Vaughn called out once more. Gunfire made it difficult to be heard.
“What?” she shouted back again as she returned fire as well.
“How much longer till extraction?” Vaughn hoped they would arrive soon. If not, it would be time to go to Plan B, whatever the hell that would be.
“Vaughn! Look!” This time it was Sydney who shouted as she pointed up. Just then, as if someone from above had been listening; a chopper flew in to retrieve Vaughn and Sydney.
Once he saw the chopper, Vaughn began and barrage of cover fire. He then motioned for Sydney to go first. When she hesitated, he voice became more authoritative.
“GO!” he commanded.
Sydney nodded, realizing that once she was in the chopper, she could provide cover fire as well for Vaughn. Once Sydney made it to the chopper, she turned and motioned for Vaughn to come. She shouted for the pilot to lay down more cover fire as Vaughn began to arise from his spot. As Sydney turned back towards Vaughn, she watched in horror as the ceiling overhead, under which they had hidden, collapsed. Vaughn was nowhere to be found.
“MICHAEL!” Sydney screamed.
“Without a moment’s hesitation, Sydney jumped from the chopper and ran back towards the now crumbled mass of debris. Sydney prayed that she would find some sign of life beneath the rubble. Finally, when she thought all was lost, Sydney heard a moan. It was Vaughn. She quickly pushed aside the rocks and debris until she could see Vaughn’s face.
“Michael, hang on . . . we’re going to get you out of here” Sydney assured Vaughn.
“Leave. Get the information back to base. I’m expendable.” He knew Sydney would probably not leave, but he had to try. He didn’t want her to die.
“No! That’s the end of it. I thought I lost you once. I’m not going to let it happen again. Besides, you still owe me a hockey rematch!” Sydney’s feeble attempt at humor actually made Vaughn laugh a little and in turn, this caused him to wince as the pain ran through his body.
Looking closer, Sydney determined that Vaughn was pinned down by a very large piece of rubble. Scanning the area, Sydney found a metal bar to use as a lever. She jabbed it into a space close but not too close to Vaughn’s legs. After three attempts, she finally managed to remove the offending piece of debris. Sydney reached down Vaughn to his feet. When Vaughn collapsed once more, she took it upon herself to carry him the only way possible; fireman style.
Sydney ran as fast as she could, almost falling once. When she made it to the chopper, she quickly closed the door. Once airborne, Sydney made a cursory exam of Vaughn for injuries. Running her hands over his arms and legs as well as his chest, she surmised that he had some bruising and minor lacerations. He also had a broken wrist. When Sydney placed her hand on Vaughn’s back, he screamed in response. She was instantly worried. Sydney had no real medical expertise and when it came to this type of injury; specifically his back, the only thing she could do for the moment was to give him something for the pain.
Upon returning to California, the chopper made its way to the Naval Hospital once more. A medical team had been apprised of the situation and therefore was placed on standby. Upon arrival, Vaughn was quickly unloaded and placed onto an awaiting gurney. Sydney watched as Vaughn floated in and out of consciousness. The sedatives he’d been given on the trip over were beginning to take effect. Vaughn though still managed to turn his head to the left, straining to hear the conversation that was occurring. However, it was a glimpse of something else that caught his eye.
Blanche was sleeping in a bed at the hospital.
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Here's the start to a sequel to my other story called, "Chance Encounter." Eventually this will be a three story arc. So for the time being . . . enjoy and of course remember that the feeback monster needs a little feeding.
Oh and here's the link to the previous story if you want to look at it (insert shameless plug)
Chance Encounter
Enjoy!
LaFemme :redhair:
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Second Chances
By LaFemme
“Sydney!” Vaughn called out.
“Vaughn!” she shouted back.
“Time to extraction?!” he asked, a slight sense of panic heard in his voice. This was supposed to be a simple recon mission. However, in a world of lies, betrayal and deceit, nothing was as it should be. Sydney and Vaughn found themselves pinned down and were unable to move. The mission itself was successful. However, their extraction was another story. Their presence was detected by the Covenant and now, both hoped and prayed support would come soon.
“Sydney!” Vaughn called out once more. Gunfire made it difficult to be heard.
“What?” she shouted back again as she returned fire as well.
“How much longer till extraction?” Vaughn hoped they would arrive soon. If not, it would be time to go to Plan B, whatever the hell that would be.
“Vaughn! Look!” This time it was Sydney who shouted as she pointed up. Just then, as if someone from above had been listening; a chopper flew in to retrieve Vaughn and Sydney.
Once he saw the chopper, Vaughn began and barrage of cover fire. He then motioned for Sydney to go first. When she hesitated, he voice became more authoritative.
“GO!” he commanded.
Sydney nodded, realizing that once she was in the chopper, she could provide cover fire as well for Vaughn. Once Sydney made it to the chopper, she turned and motioned for Vaughn to come. She shouted for the pilot to lay down more cover fire as Vaughn began to arise from his spot. As Sydney turned back towards Vaughn, she watched in horror as the ceiling overhead, under which they had hidden, collapsed. Vaughn was nowhere to be found.
“MICHAEL!” Sydney screamed.
“Without a moment’s hesitation, Sydney jumped from the chopper and ran back towards the now crumbled mass of debris. Sydney prayed that she would find some sign of life beneath the rubble. Finally, when she thought all was lost, Sydney heard a moan. It was Vaughn. She quickly pushed aside the rocks and debris until she could see Vaughn’s face.
“Michael, hang on . . . we’re going to get you out of here” Sydney assured Vaughn.
“Leave. Get the information back to base. I’m expendable.” He knew Sydney would probably not leave, but he had to try. He didn’t want her to die.
“No! That’s the end of it. I thought I lost you once. I’m not going to let it happen again. Besides, you still owe me a hockey rematch!” Sydney’s feeble attempt at humor actually made Vaughn laugh a little and in turn, this caused him to wince as the pain ran through his body.
Looking closer, Sydney determined that Vaughn was pinned down by a very large piece of rubble. Scanning the area, Sydney found a metal bar to use as a lever. She jabbed it into a space close but not too close to Vaughn’s legs. After three attempts, she finally managed to remove the offending piece of debris. Sydney reached down Vaughn to his feet. When Vaughn collapsed once more, she took it upon herself to carry him the only way possible; fireman style.
Sydney ran as fast as she could, almost falling once. When she made it to the chopper, she quickly closed the door. Once airborne, Sydney made a cursory exam of Vaughn for injuries. Running her hands over his arms and legs as well as his chest, she surmised that he had some bruising and minor lacerations. He also had a broken wrist. When Sydney placed her hand on Vaughn’s back, he screamed in response. She was instantly worried. Sydney had no real medical expertise and when it came to this type of injury; specifically his back, the only thing she could do for the moment was to give him something for the pain.
Upon returning to California, the chopper made its way to the Naval Hospital once more. A medical team had been apprised of the situation and therefore was placed on standby. Upon arrival, Vaughn was quickly unloaded and placed onto an awaiting gurney. Sydney watched as Vaughn floated in and out of consciousness. The sedatives he’d been given on the trip over were beginning to take effect. Vaughn though still managed to turn his head to the left, straining to hear the conversation that was occurring. However, it was a glimpse of something else that caught his eye.
Blanche was sleeping in a bed at the hospital.
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