~Pure Morning ~
Disclaimer:Really, If I owned anyone from Alias, or any of the lyrics I will use, would I be writing Fan Fics? That's right. Sorry all you lawyer types, you ain't getting anything from me! (Even if you tried, you wouldn't get much.:p)brbr
Summary: (I suck at these, kids) It's Post ATY, what could happen.Ok, it's AU, and about 10 years down the track. Actually, I got the idea from Minority Report so, that tells ya a fair bit :) It also steers into the category of yeah right, this ain't Buffy..Not supernatural, but with Rambaldi and all.argh, I can't explain.you'll understand when you read :)brbr
A/N:it's rated a good ol' M. (PG 13+ I think you kids call it) brI dunno why I called it Pure Morning. It hasn't much to do with the story..I'm just a big Placebo fan :) (A Friend in Need is a Friend in Deed. A Friend With Weed is Better..) Heard those lyrics of Pure Morning in Year 8, and was hooked. Any, I will use Lyrics a fair bit. Enjoy :). Feed back is always loved!!!
~*~. .It's coming round again the slowly creeping hand of time and it's command soon enough it comes and settles in it's place it's shadow in my face puts pressure in my day this life well it's slipping right through my hands these days turned out nothing like I had planed.. ~*~ Powderfinger -- 'These Days'
Nobody really knew why he was so cold. Nobody had the guts to ask. Always reserved, void of emotion. All anyone knew was to follow his orders. There would be hell to pay otherwise.
His name was Mr. Vaughn. Nobody ever called him just Vaughn. One agent called him Vaughn once. He went off, screaming that nobody ever had the right to call him that. It was Mr. Vaughn. Or Sir. Nobody even knew his last name, with, of cause, the exception of Mr. Weiss. He was a lot more relaxed compared to his counterpart. The 2 are the only agents that remained after the hostile take over in 2003. Neither talk about it. People assume they are under orders not to, as many agents entered the Protection Programme following the 5-day standoff by a rouge intelligence group. What people don't realize is the pain the incident caused the pair. To this day, even Mr. Vaughn and Mr. Weiss are unsure of the motive behind the groups attack.
One Mr. Hagarity, from D.C. took over the running of the LA office of the CIA, along with other agents from across the country, who took up roles on the Board of Directors at Langley.
Mr. Vaughn sat in his office he had occupied for the past 3 years. Spectacular views across the bay to one side, and of the city to the other. It was defiantly a big change from the cramped office he once held. He also held a lot of power now. Power he had accumulated over the years since the attempted take-over. Unfortunately for the rouge group that had attempted to take over Langley, their attempts where as organized as the Easter Rising of Dublin, Ireland in 1916. However, like the rising, they left their mark. They caused damage. They actually seized case files on top- secret ops. Ones involving double agents. His double agent. Then she disappeared. Never to be seen again. He assumed that SD-6 had got hold on this Intel. And taken care of their mole. However, when they took SD-6 8 years ago, no evidence ever surfaced on the 'retirement' of her. He was given hope. He searched for the 4 years following the collapse of The Alliance of Twelve. But his attempts where futile. After he gave up hope, he slowly transformed into a bitter, sarcastic, cold man. He had total disreguard for anyone. He quite simply didn't care anymore. Other agents just assumed him to be a twisted person. They didn't know of his past - only Weiss did. They both whipped any evidence of his involvement with her just days before SD-6 collapsed. A safety measure. Jack had advised them of it. Jack disappeared that night. To this day, nobody knows if he went into hiding. If he took up a deep-cover assignment. If he went in search of his daughter. Or if Slone 'retired' him. The new directors didn't care either.
~*~
////..Screams of pain engulfed the room. It was her. And she needed him. Dripping wet and blood dripping down his face, Vaughn stumbled along the corridors. The screams grew louder and longer. White walls and her pleas surrounded him. His head injury was worsing, the walls around his closing in. 'I'm coming Syd..just hold on..' He refused to allow his injury to take over him just yet. Windows soon replaced the white walls. And then he saw her. Thick chains suspending her off the ground, blood covering every inch of her body. Her interrogators laughing. Taunting her. She was so.Broken. Her body was limp, but alive. He knew, as he could still hear her crying. "Mr. Vaughn!" he could hear in the distance. He didn't care. She needed him. They would not kill her!. The voice repeated, over and over. Distracting him from helping Sydney. From saving her.////
"SIR! Mr. Vaughn!" She practically yelled for the 4th time, this time waking him from his daydream. brbrLooking up, his face was rough and his eyes worn. He hadn't had a decent night sleep for a week. Well, in all honesty, he hadn't slept properly since she went missing after the take over. He this last week had been worse. Nightmares of the events in Taipei had had getting worse. He was loosing it, "What Fallon? What do you fucking want?" he snapped.
Erin Fallon backed off a little. She was use to Mr. Vaughn's defensive attitudes, but he had become worse lately. "The file. On the McMahon case. Jesse said you were after it" she indicated the file she was folding in her hand.
"whatever. Just leave it and go. You don't need to hand me every fucking file, Fallon. I have an assistant for a reason." He answered, giving her an icy glare, "Just go!". She dropped the file on his desk, and retreated, closing the door for a reason. Mr. Vaughn let his hands rest on his head, trying to get a hold of the situation. //don't loose it.you can't.// He pulled open his middle draw, lifting up the fake base, they're sat a picture. The only one he had of Sydney and himself together. It was stupid. It was dangerous. It was them. At the time, they didn't care. They loved each other. Now, he had two extreme feelings of the picture. One - he hated Sydney for having it taken. He hated his younger, idealistic self even more for keeping it. It was the last thing he needed. Then again, it was the one scrap holding him together. That one picture.
"Have a run-in with the vicious Vaughn?" joked Thomas, a young agent that proved to have the skills to become a great agent. Only his attitude stood in his way.
"Hole in one, Tom!" Erin answered, taking a seat, "I don't get what his problem is!? I mean, sure, the whole take-over thing in 2003 would have been terrible, but was it really that bad?"
" Ah!, who knows!?" Thomas answered, pulling out some old files, handing some to Erin "Just hope we don't end up like him!"
"I don't think that's possible."Erin laughed, slightly flirting with Thomas. The two had chemistry, but where forbidden to ever pursue a relationship, "What are these?"
"Old case files, agents ect. Hagarity wants me to shift through them, anyone that sounds important we put on microfilm. Others not so important, we throw away. Ah.Haladki, Steven. God, he looks like such a weasel" Thomas laughed, showing Erin the picture, "Oh..he was eliminated by..He was a mole for 'the man' what the hell kinda name is that?" Thomas answered, "Back in the old days, that had some shocking names!"
" Tell me about it" agreed Erin, "Ok.I have one Devlin, Benjamin" she said flicking through the file, "Ok..CIA director at LA. Yeah.I think he's important.." she smiled, putting him in the 'important' pile.
"Oh, finally, a hot one" Thomas said, wanting a reaction from Erin. She just gave him a sarcastic smile. "Ok, ok. Bristow, Sydney. Oooh. Quiet a bit of interesting info here. She was a double, god, she spoke like 10 languages. Her mission status is classified. Wow. Must have been big" Thomas smiled.
"Well if she was a double, you moron.." Erin answered
"Ouch! Feisty Erin!" he laughed, "Hey, looks like she was getting a little close to her handler. There is so many letters of concern over their 'attachment'. But..hey, this is strange. The handler's name is missing." Thomas struggled it off.
"she still around?" Erin questioned.
"umm.",Thomas searched the file, "Missing. So, they never found a body. But that was over a decade ago..I feel sorry for the handler. If he is still around that is. Not knowing what happened to her"
"what are you two doing?" their conversation was interrupted by Weiss, who noticed they were digging through old files.
"Hagarity wants us to 'sort' all the old files" Thomas answered.
"Ah, fun. Is that Haladki?" he asked, picking up the first file Thomas had read, "That little weasel. I use to have so many names for him. But the one who had a real problem with him."he trailed off, seeing Sydney's file in Thomas's hand, "Sydney Bristow?"
"Yeah, you knew her?" Erin asked. He nodded, "did you know her handler? The one that was 'emotionally attached?"
Weiss smiled, "I did, yes. He died not long after she went missing" he answered. He wasn't going to tell them it was Vaughn. And really, he wasn't lying. Vaughn, the old Vaughn died when she went missing, "may I have that file? If you don't mind.." he asked, knowing full well what would happen if Vaughn saw It.
"Why, Mr. Weiss, you weren't her handler were you?" Thomas asked.
Weiss laughed, "No, defiantly not. She would have kicked my arse. Only one person knew how to control her. She was stubborn and defiant and strong. They switched handlers not long after she was recruited. Lambert. He was a dick. She had her old one back in 3 days. Very persuasive as well, I might add"
"It sounds so romantic.."Erin said
"No" Weiss answered straight away, "It may have been for a while. But. it was tragic results. What happened to her. And him.." Eric turned to see Vaughn walking towards him, "hey, what are you upto?" Weiss asked, trying to conceal the file without Erin or Thomas noticing.
However, while the younger agents didn't notice, Vaughn did, "What's that?" he asked, taking the file out of Weiss's hands, "Why have you got this file?"
"Umm..Hagairty asked us to go through the old files and.."Thomas started to explain
"This file went missing in 2003. After the take-over. Where did you get it!" Vaughn was quickly losing his temper.
"I was just in with the rest."Erin tried to explain.
"Vaughn. Calm down!" Weiss tried to intervene, "It was just a mix up.."
"Eric, that file has been missing for 10 fucking years!! How could it just show up.." Vaughn realized what he was saying, and slowed down, "Oh god.."
"What Vaughn?" Eric asked.
Vaughn flicked through the file, until he came across a hand-written note, scribbled on an old scrap of paper.
//Help me. Please, I know it has been 10 years, but this is the only time I have had the opportunity to send this to you. Please, I can't live another 10 years like this. I miss you. I miss the warehouse. The pier. The train station. Help me -- My Guardian Angel. Je vous aime.//
Vaughn looked up from the note, defiantly in her writing, and whispered, "She's alive Eric. She alive."
TBC.
A/N: Je Vous Aime = I love you.
Disclaimer:Really, If I owned anyone from Alias, or any of the lyrics I will use, would I be writing Fan Fics? That's right. Sorry all you lawyer types, you ain't getting anything from me! (Even if you tried, you wouldn't get much.:p)brbr
Summary: (I suck at these, kids) It's Post ATY, what could happen.Ok, it's AU, and about 10 years down the track. Actually, I got the idea from Minority Report so, that tells ya a fair bit :) It also steers into the category of yeah right, this ain't Buffy..Not supernatural, but with Rambaldi and all.argh, I can't explain.you'll understand when you read :)brbr
A/N:it's rated a good ol' M. (PG 13+ I think you kids call it) brI dunno why I called it Pure Morning. It hasn't much to do with the story..I'm just a big Placebo fan :) (A Friend in Need is a Friend in Deed. A Friend With Weed is Better..) Heard those lyrics of Pure Morning in Year 8, and was hooked. Any, I will use Lyrics a fair bit. Enjoy :). Feed back is always loved!!!
~*~. .It's coming round again the slowly creeping hand of time and it's command soon enough it comes and settles in it's place it's shadow in my face puts pressure in my day this life well it's slipping right through my hands these days turned out nothing like I had planed.. ~*~ Powderfinger -- 'These Days'
Nobody really knew why he was so cold. Nobody had the guts to ask. Always reserved, void of emotion. All anyone knew was to follow his orders. There would be hell to pay otherwise.
His name was Mr. Vaughn. Nobody ever called him just Vaughn. One agent called him Vaughn once. He went off, screaming that nobody ever had the right to call him that. It was Mr. Vaughn. Or Sir. Nobody even knew his last name, with, of cause, the exception of Mr. Weiss. He was a lot more relaxed compared to his counterpart. The 2 are the only agents that remained after the hostile take over in 2003. Neither talk about it. People assume they are under orders not to, as many agents entered the Protection Programme following the 5-day standoff by a rouge intelligence group. What people don't realize is the pain the incident caused the pair. To this day, even Mr. Vaughn and Mr. Weiss are unsure of the motive behind the groups attack.
One Mr. Hagarity, from D.C. took over the running of the LA office of the CIA, along with other agents from across the country, who took up roles on the Board of Directors at Langley.
Mr. Vaughn sat in his office he had occupied for the past 3 years. Spectacular views across the bay to one side, and of the city to the other. It was defiantly a big change from the cramped office he once held. He also held a lot of power now. Power he had accumulated over the years since the attempted take-over. Unfortunately for the rouge group that had attempted to take over Langley, their attempts where as organized as the Easter Rising of Dublin, Ireland in 1916. However, like the rising, they left their mark. They caused damage. They actually seized case files on top- secret ops. Ones involving double agents. His double agent. Then she disappeared. Never to be seen again. He assumed that SD-6 had got hold on this Intel. And taken care of their mole. However, when they took SD-6 8 years ago, no evidence ever surfaced on the 'retirement' of her. He was given hope. He searched for the 4 years following the collapse of The Alliance of Twelve. But his attempts where futile. After he gave up hope, he slowly transformed into a bitter, sarcastic, cold man. He had total disreguard for anyone. He quite simply didn't care anymore. Other agents just assumed him to be a twisted person. They didn't know of his past - only Weiss did. They both whipped any evidence of his involvement with her just days before SD-6 collapsed. A safety measure. Jack had advised them of it. Jack disappeared that night. To this day, nobody knows if he went into hiding. If he took up a deep-cover assignment. If he went in search of his daughter. Or if Slone 'retired' him. The new directors didn't care either.
~*~
////..Screams of pain engulfed the room. It was her. And she needed him. Dripping wet and blood dripping down his face, Vaughn stumbled along the corridors. The screams grew louder and longer. White walls and her pleas surrounded him. His head injury was worsing, the walls around his closing in. 'I'm coming Syd..just hold on..' He refused to allow his injury to take over him just yet. Windows soon replaced the white walls. And then he saw her. Thick chains suspending her off the ground, blood covering every inch of her body. Her interrogators laughing. Taunting her. She was so.Broken. Her body was limp, but alive. He knew, as he could still hear her crying. "Mr. Vaughn!" he could hear in the distance. He didn't care. She needed him. They would not kill her!. The voice repeated, over and over. Distracting him from helping Sydney. From saving her.////
"SIR! Mr. Vaughn!" She practically yelled for the 4th time, this time waking him from his daydream. brbrLooking up, his face was rough and his eyes worn. He hadn't had a decent night sleep for a week. Well, in all honesty, he hadn't slept properly since she went missing after the take over. He this last week had been worse. Nightmares of the events in Taipei had had getting worse. He was loosing it, "What Fallon? What do you fucking want?" he snapped.
Erin Fallon backed off a little. She was use to Mr. Vaughn's defensive attitudes, but he had become worse lately. "The file. On the McMahon case. Jesse said you were after it" she indicated the file she was folding in her hand.
"whatever. Just leave it and go. You don't need to hand me every fucking file, Fallon. I have an assistant for a reason." He answered, giving her an icy glare, "Just go!". She dropped the file on his desk, and retreated, closing the door for a reason. Mr. Vaughn let his hands rest on his head, trying to get a hold of the situation. //don't loose it.you can't.// He pulled open his middle draw, lifting up the fake base, they're sat a picture. The only one he had of Sydney and himself together. It was stupid. It was dangerous. It was them. At the time, they didn't care. They loved each other. Now, he had two extreme feelings of the picture. One - he hated Sydney for having it taken. He hated his younger, idealistic self even more for keeping it. It was the last thing he needed. Then again, it was the one scrap holding him together. That one picture.
"Have a run-in with the vicious Vaughn?" joked Thomas, a young agent that proved to have the skills to become a great agent. Only his attitude stood in his way.
"Hole in one, Tom!" Erin answered, taking a seat, "I don't get what his problem is!? I mean, sure, the whole take-over thing in 2003 would have been terrible, but was it really that bad?"
" Ah!, who knows!?" Thomas answered, pulling out some old files, handing some to Erin "Just hope we don't end up like him!"
"I don't think that's possible."Erin laughed, slightly flirting with Thomas. The two had chemistry, but where forbidden to ever pursue a relationship, "What are these?"
"Old case files, agents ect. Hagarity wants me to shift through them, anyone that sounds important we put on microfilm. Others not so important, we throw away. Ah.Haladki, Steven. God, he looks like such a weasel" Thomas laughed, showing Erin the picture, "Oh..he was eliminated by..He was a mole for 'the man' what the hell kinda name is that?" Thomas answered, "Back in the old days, that had some shocking names!"
" Tell me about it" agreed Erin, "Ok.I have one Devlin, Benjamin" she said flicking through the file, "Ok..CIA director at LA. Yeah.I think he's important.." she smiled, putting him in the 'important' pile.
"Oh, finally, a hot one" Thomas said, wanting a reaction from Erin. She just gave him a sarcastic smile. "Ok, ok. Bristow, Sydney. Oooh. Quiet a bit of interesting info here. She was a double, god, she spoke like 10 languages. Her mission status is classified. Wow. Must have been big" Thomas smiled.
"Well if she was a double, you moron.." Erin answered
"Ouch! Feisty Erin!" he laughed, "Hey, looks like she was getting a little close to her handler. There is so many letters of concern over their 'attachment'. But..hey, this is strange. The handler's name is missing." Thomas struggled it off.
"she still around?" Erin questioned.
"umm.",Thomas searched the file, "Missing. So, they never found a body. But that was over a decade ago..I feel sorry for the handler. If he is still around that is. Not knowing what happened to her"
"what are you two doing?" their conversation was interrupted by Weiss, who noticed they were digging through old files.
"Hagarity wants us to 'sort' all the old files" Thomas answered.
"Ah, fun. Is that Haladki?" he asked, picking up the first file Thomas had read, "That little weasel. I use to have so many names for him. But the one who had a real problem with him."he trailed off, seeing Sydney's file in Thomas's hand, "Sydney Bristow?"
"Yeah, you knew her?" Erin asked. He nodded, "did you know her handler? The one that was 'emotionally attached?"
Weiss smiled, "I did, yes. He died not long after she went missing" he answered. He wasn't going to tell them it was Vaughn. And really, he wasn't lying. Vaughn, the old Vaughn died when she went missing, "may I have that file? If you don't mind.." he asked, knowing full well what would happen if Vaughn saw It.
"Why, Mr. Weiss, you weren't her handler were you?" Thomas asked.
Weiss laughed, "No, defiantly not. She would have kicked my arse. Only one person knew how to control her. She was stubborn and defiant and strong. They switched handlers not long after she was recruited. Lambert. He was a dick. She had her old one back in 3 days. Very persuasive as well, I might add"
"It sounds so romantic.."Erin said
"No" Weiss answered straight away, "It may have been for a while. But. it was tragic results. What happened to her. And him.." Eric turned to see Vaughn walking towards him, "hey, what are you upto?" Weiss asked, trying to conceal the file without Erin or Thomas noticing.
However, while the younger agents didn't notice, Vaughn did, "What's that?" he asked, taking the file out of Weiss's hands, "Why have you got this file?"
"Umm..Hagairty asked us to go through the old files and.."Thomas started to explain
"This file went missing in 2003. After the take-over. Where did you get it!" Vaughn was quickly losing his temper.
"I was just in with the rest."Erin tried to explain.
"Vaughn. Calm down!" Weiss tried to intervene, "It was just a mix up.."
"Eric, that file has been missing for 10 fucking years!! How could it just show up.." Vaughn realized what he was saying, and slowed down, "Oh god.."
"What Vaughn?" Eric asked.
Vaughn flicked through the file, until he came across a hand-written note, scribbled on an old scrap of paper.
//Help me. Please, I know it has been 10 years, but this is the only time I have had the opportunity to send this to you. Please, I can't live another 10 years like this. I miss you. I miss the warehouse. The pier. The train station. Help me -- My Guardian Angel. Je vous aime.//
Vaughn looked up from the note, defiantly in her writing, and whispered, "She's alive Eric. She alive."
TBC.
A/N: Je Vous Aime = I love you.