Author: Britt
Title: The Last Prophecy, Chapter 1
Category: Drama, Action, Romance
Ships: Sydney/Vaughn, of course!
Summary: Rambaldi's last prophecy might explain the last two years of Syd's
life.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, blah blah blah. You've heard it before.
Distribution: I'd be honoured, just let me know where it's going, first.
Authors Note: I wish I could've gotten this up sooner, but life has been
crazy!
Authors Note 2: Big thanks to my beta, Kerry. You rock, girl!
Timeline: As most fics are these days, set after 'The Telling'
Rating: This chapter's just G
Feedback: Pretty please?
Sydney's vision went blurry and she could have sworn her heart stopped as she tried to process the information. She had been missing for nearly two years. She had lost nearly two years of her life. It was too unbelievable for her to comprehend. Two years.
"No," she whispered in disbelief.
"I have to take you back to the CIA," Vaughn said monotonously. "They want you in their custody."
"Custody," Sydney repeated. "Vaughn, what's going on?"
Vaughn stood up and turned toward the door. "I'll explain later. Right now, we have to get back to the CIA," he said, opening the door.
"Vaughn, wait," Sydney said, tears stinging her eyes. "Just...just give me a minute. To think."
"Agent Bristow, you'll have to time to think on the plane. Now if you don't stand up right now and walk with me, I'm going to have to use force," Vaughn threatened her. He shot her a disgusted look.
Sydney was stunned. Could this really be Vaughn? This wasn't the same man she knew. The Vaughn she knew would never threaten her. But this man seemed cold, almost hollow inside.
With no other choice that she could see, Sydney blinked back her tears and stood up. He walked out the door without looking back. She followed him from a distance, afraid of him. How ironic, she thought, that this was the first time that she could remember being afraid in two years, and Vaughn was the source of that fear.
They walked out of the safehouse and down a few crowded streets. The lights were bright and the people were bustling along the busy sidewalks. The farther they walked, the thinner the crowd became, until they were almost alone on the street. Vaughn stopped at an empty corner and waited for Sydney to catch up.
"Sydney," he said quietly, staring at the ground, "I need you to listen to me. More importantly, I need you to trust me. The CIA was watching us at the safehouse. They might still be watching us. I can't explain everything now, but as soon as we get out of here, I swear I will. Just trust me."
"Vaughn, what are you talking about?" she asked, bewildered.
"You see those two men, down at the end of the street?" he asked. She nodded. "They're CIA agents. They're here to take us - here to take you, actually, back to Los Angeles. They have a jet waiting for you at a secure location. Sydney, on the count of three, we're going to run down that alley to the right of us. Got it?"
Sydney thought for a minute. The only thing that came to her mind was, What the hell? None of this was making sense. She didn't know why Vaughn was acting this way or what he was talking about. The only thing she did know was that at the point in her life of her last memory, he was the person she trusted most in the world.
"One," he mumbled, eyeing the agents. "Two...three!"
He darted to the right, running at full speed. Going purely by instinct, Sydney followed closely behind him. She heard the agents shouting behind them, but she didn't look back to see if they were following.
They must have run for miles, she decided later. When they were both out of breath and sweating profusely, Vaughn finally came to a stop behind a small Chinese restaurant. A limousine waited patiently outside. He opened the door for Sydney. She hesitantly stepped inside. She glanced around inside and gasped.
Ooh, cliffhanger! Please review - the more reviews, the faster I put up Chapter 2. Hehehe!
Sydney's vision went blurry and she could have sworn her heart stopped as she tried to process the information. She had been missing for nearly two years. She had lost nearly two years of her life. It was too unbelievable for her to comprehend. Two years.
"No," she whispered in disbelief.
"I have to take you back to the CIA," Vaughn said monotonously. "They want you in their custody."
"Custody," Sydney repeated. "Vaughn, what's going on?"
Vaughn stood up and turned toward the door. "I'll explain later. Right now, we have to get back to the CIA," he said, opening the door.
"Vaughn, wait," Sydney said, tears stinging her eyes. "Just...just give me a minute. To think."
"Agent Bristow, you'll have to time to think on the plane. Now if you don't stand up right now and walk with me, I'm going to have to use force," Vaughn threatened her. He shot her a disgusted look.
Sydney was stunned. Could this really be Vaughn? This wasn't the same man she knew. The Vaughn she knew would never threaten her. But this man seemed cold, almost hollow inside.
With no other choice that she could see, Sydney blinked back her tears and stood up. He walked out the door without looking back. She followed him from a distance, afraid of him. How ironic, she thought, that this was the first time that she could remember being afraid in two years, and Vaughn was the source of that fear.
They walked out of the safehouse and down a few crowded streets. The lights were bright and the people were bustling along the busy sidewalks. The farther they walked, the thinner the crowd became, until they were almost alone on the street. Vaughn stopped at an empty corner and waited for Sydney to catch up.
"Sydney," he said quietly, staring at the ground, "I need you to listen to me. More importantly, I need you to trust me. The CIA was watching us at the safehouse. They might still be watching us. I can't explain everything now, but as soon as we get out of here, I swear I will. Just trust me."
"Vaughn, what are you talking about?" she asked, bewildered.
"You see those two men, down at the end of the street?" he asked. She nodded. "They're CIA agents. They're here to take us - here to take you, actually, back to Los Angeles. They have a jet waiting for you at a secure location. Sydney, on the count of three, we're going to run down that alley to the right of us. Got it?"
Sydney thought for a minute. The only thing that came to her mind was, What the hell? None of this was making sense. She didn't know why Vaughn was acting this way or what he was talking about. The only thing she did know was that at the point in her life of her last memory, he was the person she trusted most in the world.
"One," he mumbled, eyeing the agents. "Two...three!"
He darted to the right, running at full speed. Going purely by instinct, Sydney followed closely behind him. She heard the agents shouting behind them, but she didn't look back to see if they were following.
They must have run for miles, she decided later. When they were both out of breath and sweating profusely, Vaughn finally came to a stop behind a small Chinese restaurant. A limousine waited patiently outside. He opened the door for Sydney. She hesitantly stepped inside. She glanced around inside and gasped.
Ooh, cliffhanger! Please review - the more reviews, the faster I put up Chapter 2. Hehehe!