walls

author: angela evans

email: angel33296@aol.com

feedback: any and all, please

distribution: if you want it, then ask me for it nicely

rating: pg

spoilers: blink and you'll miss them

summary: two people and the walls between them

disclaimer: unfortunately, i do not own them. it's very sad.

classification: au, ficlet

Outside it was raining. Drops the size of crocodile tears were hitting the windows, rolling down the glass panes. But here, the glass she was looking through, there was no rain. There was only the drab gray wall beyond her crystalline cell.

"Just tell us where it is," The man who sat between her and the drab gray wall said pleadingly, but the edge, the don't fuck with me edge to his voice intimated he wasn't begging. He wouldn't beg. Not for anything from her. Not anymore.

When she didn't respond, he placed a hand on the barrier between them, leaning forward, invading her space. But there was still the barrier. Always a barrier. And this was as close as they got. There was a wall between them that was much thicker, much more impenetrable than the fragile glass that separated them now. That wall was of brick, of a hard, bruising substance. There was no way through that wall. It was the kind of wall you ran into and fell down, knocked to the ground with a pounding head for your foolishness. That wall had been built and fortified over many years. Many, many years. Years of broken hearts, broken trusts, shattered beliefs, lies, deceptions, mistakes and misunderstandings. It was a collective of all the walls that had ever been between them, now solidified by their positions on either side of that wall. Positions where they would never see the other's.

"Please," he said softly. For a moment, the wall wavered. Light shone through small cracks and chinks.

She turned her head and looked at him. There was a moment where the wall could be demolished. "Then ask me nicely," she replied.

"Tell me where the bomb is, please."

She continued to stare at him.

"Tell me where the bomb is," Michael Vaughn said. "Please, Sydney." The wall was back in place.

a/n: this came out of almost nowhere, when i was supposed to be studying for my witchcraft midterm. i couldn't not write it, so i blame the rain pelting my window. someday i may get the initiative to build a back story for this, until then it is what it is and nothing more. my thanks to jasmine once again.