"Holding on"
A/N: I'm doing this on memory since I don't have a tape, so I apologize if some bits aren't accurate.
The moment he saw Sydney come running, the wave behind her, he knew something was going to happen. Something that was bound to end badly. Even as she reached him, he remained frozen in place for a few seconds before finally turning and running behind her.
They were almost there, and the door had begun to close. He tried to run faster as he saw her make it past, trying to hold the door for him. It was as if everything had slowed down.
He saw her fingers slide out just as the door shut completely. Their eyes met as they were separated by that door, that window. He saw the wave coming for him, he knew there was a chance he might be hurt, or worse. But there was just one thing on his mind. He had to make sure she'd be okay.
He tried to make her go, even if she couldn't hear his pleas. Suddenly it was as if the air had been sucked out, and the wave crashed into him. He tried to recover as soon as possible, trying to swim in this substance, to get to see her again, through the window.
He saw her grab a fire extinguisher and begin to strike at the window to try to break it. She wasn't even making a dent in it. He felt the liquid around him change. He didn't know what it was, didn't care for it that much. All that was on his mind was the possibility of Sydney getting hurt. Soon however, he started feeling dizzy. He was losing oxygen.
He could sense himself losing consciousness, but he had to hold on for her. He thought of her to try to stay conscious, for as long as he could. Finally, he couldn't hold any longer, and he drifted into unconsciousness, still thinking of her.
When he became aware of something again, he thought he was dead. He thought he'd died, and didn't know where he was. He thought maybe he'd gone to heaven, but even then, it would be his hell as long as he didn't know that Sydney had made it out safely.
But then he realized he wasn't in heaven OR hell, and he was alive. He felt weak and wasn't quite sure what had happened. It took a few seconds before he understood he was bound to a chair. He raised his head for the first time and found himself sitting in front of some man he didn't know.
"Where am I?" he mumbled. "Where's Sydney? What did you do to her?" Only thinking of her somehow made him grow stronger and it showed in his voice. The man didn't say a word. "Where IS SHE?" The man only stared. "Talk to me, damn it!" he nearly yelled as he tried to stand only to be pushed back down in his chair.
"Do not worry," the man finally spoke, "She's in good hands." His voice was so calm, it only made Vaughn angrier.
"Tell me where she is!" he yelled.
"Now, now..." the man said in his same calm tone, "No need to get all fired up." Vaughn remained quiet. "That's better, now..." he started as he stood and turned toward a table beside him. That's when Vaughn made his move. The man never knew what hit him as Vaughn managed to release his hands and used his chair to knock the man out. He ran for the door, with only one thing on his mind. He had to get to Sydney...
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So what do you think? Should I leave it like that or continue? Be gentle, this is my first Alias fic :)
A/N: I'm doing this on memory since I don't have a tape, so I apologize if some bits aren't accurate.
The moment he saw Sydney come running, the wave behind her, he knew something was going to happen. Something that was bound to end badly. Even as she reached him, he remained frozen in place for a few seconds before finally turning and running behind her.
They were almost there, and the door had begun to close. He tried to run faster as he saw her make it past, trying to hold the door for him. It was as if everything had slowed down.
He saw her fingers slide out just as the door shut completely. Their eyes met as they were separated by that door, that window. He saw the wave coming for him, he knew there was a chance he might be hurt, or worse. But there was just one thing on his mind. He had to make sure she'd be okay.
He tried to make her go, even if she couldn't hear his pleas. Suddenly it was as if the air had been sucked out, and the wave crashed into him. He tried to recover as soon as possible, trying to swim in this substance, to get to see her again, through the window.
He saw her grab a fire extinguisher and begin to strike at the window to try to break it. She wasn't even making a dent in it. He felt the liquid around him change. He didn't know what it was, didn't care for it that much. All that was on his mind was the possibility of Sydney getting hurt. Soon however, he started feeling dizzy. He was losing oxygen.
He could sense himself losing consciousness, but he had to hold on for her. He thought of her to try to stay conscious, for as long as he could. Finally, he couldn't hold any longer, and he drifted into unconsciousness, still thinking of her.
When he became aware of something again, he thought he was dead. He thought he'd died, and didn't know where he was. He thought maybe he'd gone to heaven, but even then, it would be his hell as long as he didn't know that Sydney had made it out safely.
But then he realized he wasn't in heaven OR hell, and he was alive. He felt weak and wasn't quite sure what had happened. It took a few seconds before he understood he was bound to a chair. He raised his head for the first time and found himself sitting in front of some man he didn't know.
"Where am I?" he mumbled. "Where's Sydney? What did you do to her?" Only thinking of her somehow made him grow stronger and it showed in his voice. The man didn't say a word. "Where IS SHE?" The man only stared. "Talk to me, damn it!" he nearly yelled as he tried to stand only to be pushed back down in his chair.
"Do not worry," the man finally spoke, "She's in good hands." His voice was so calm, it only made Vaughn angrier.
"Tell me where she is!" he yelled.
"Now, now..." the man said in his same calm tone, "No need to get all fired up." Vaughn remained quiet. "That's better, now..." he started as he stood and turned toward a table beside him. That's when Vaughn made his move. The man never knew what hit him as Vaughn managed to release his hands and used his chair to knock the man out. He ran for the door, with only one thing on his mind. He had to get to Sydney...
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So what do you think? Should I leave it like that or continue? Be gentle, this is my first Alias fic :)