Disclaimer: I believe we all know I don't own Alias, although I'd be
willing to buy it for. let's see here. (counts) one dollar and 52 cents.
Any takers? I thought not.
Rating: PG-13 because I like to kill people.
Summary: We can't lose when we're killing off SWMNBNDNE
Feedback: Please! I'm begging.
Distribution: Just ask, I'll say yes. Plus, it make me really happy when
it happened that one time.
AND: This is posted at AA. There are some references to groups there like
the IRF and our Denial group that are mentioned. Don't worry about it, I
just had to put it in for laughs.
Emotional Attachments
"Goodbye sweetheart. I love you."
"Mom! Wait!" Sydney raced down the hallway after her mother. As usual, she'd shown up at a most inopportune time, and Sydney was left with the consequences. The mission should have gone as planned, but now the booklet was missing and they had a dead NSC agent to go along with it.
Sydney leapt down the stairwell, taking three stairs at a time. On the ground floor, Irina threw open the heavy metal door and sprinted into the parking garage. Sydney followed just seconds after, but she was too late. She watched as her mother drove away in the Silver SUV.
"Great," she muttered to herself. "Just perfect." She sighed and resignedly trudged back up the stairs.
When she got to the seventh floor, the scene that awaited her was not a happy one. Vaughn was there, bending over his wife on the floor. Blood from the bullet wound on her chest was all over the floor. Sydney guessed she had her mother to thank for that.
Weiss was relaying the situation back to operations headquarters via his microphone. They were apparently having a tremendous argument about something. Knowing them, a small technical protocol issue that really didn't matter anymore. The target was missing and an enemy of the United States was still at large. Those were the simple facts.
"What do you mean we should have locked the building down?" Weiss' voice came to Sydney's ears as she walked over to him. She was hearing just the one side of the conversation. She had turned her comm off long ago. "Listen, Lindsey, we're undermanned. There's absolutely no way to surround the facility with only the agents we have. We would have had to go in completely without back up, and you can be sure there'd be more than one agent injured."
The argument continued, but Sydney hadn't the heart left to deal with Director Lindsey at this particular moment. Instead she knelt with Vaughn next to Lauren.
"She dead." he said quietly. "Lauren's dead."
Sydney didn't know what to say. She wanted to hold him, to make it all better. But this was one thing she couldn't do. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't fix his wife's death caused by her own mother. "I'm sorry."
The paramedics arrived. Sydney could do nothing but just watch helplessly as Vaughn refused to leave his wife's side, even after she was pronounced dead officially by the examiner. In the end, he only backed off at threat of gunpoint.
And there was nothing Sydney could do.
Emotional Attachments
"Goodbye sweetheart. I love you."
"Mom! Wait!" Sydney raced down the hallway after her mother. As usual, she'd shown up at a most inopportune time, and Sydney was left with the consequences. The mission should have gone as planned, but now the booklet was missing and they had a dead NSC agent to go along with it.
Sydney leapt down the stairwell, taking three stairs at a time. On the ground floor, Irina threw open the heavy metal door and sprinted into the parking garage. Sydney followed just seconds after, but she was too late. She watched as her mother drove away in the Silver SUV.
"Great," she muttered to herself. "Just perfect." She sighed and resignedly trudged back up the stairs.
When she got to the seventh floor, the scene that awaited her was not a happy one. Vaughn was there, bending over his wife on the floor. Blood from the bullet wound on her chest was all over the floor. Sydney guessed she had her mother to thank for that.
Weiss was relaying the situation back to operations headquarters via his microphone. They were apparently having a tremendous argument about something. Knowing them, a small technical protocol issue that really didn't matter anymore. The target was missing and an enemy of the United States was still at large. Those were the simple facts.
"What do you mean we should have locked the building down?" Weiss' voice came to Sydney's ears as she walked over to him. She was hearing just the one side of the conversation. She had turned her comm off long ago. "Listen, Lindsey, we're undermanned. There's absolutely no way to surround the facility with only the agents we have. We would have had to go in completely without back up, and you can be sure there'd be more than one agent injured."
The argument continued, but Sydney hadn't the heart left to deal with Director Lindsey at this particular moment. Instead she knelt with Vaughn next to Lauren.
"She dead." he said quietly. "Lauren's dead."
Sydney didn't know what to say. She wanted to hold him, to make it all better. But this was one thing she couldn't do. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't fix his wife's death caused by her own mother. "I'm sorry."
The paramedics arrived. Sydney could do nothing but just watch helplessly as Vaughn refused to leave his wife's side, even after she was pronounced dead officially by the examiner. In the end, he only backed off at threat of gunpoint.
And there was nothing Sydney could do.