Enter Stage Right
Note: The story begins about three weeks after the Season 3 premiere, "The Two". It's now updated through "Succession". I'll keep editing the story to reflect new episodes as they're shown, until they start contradicting my story (which is part of what's so fun about fanfic!)
Chapter 1: Captured!
Damn, damn, damn, Sydney Bristow thought to herself as she climbed into the van, always mindful of the gun pointing into the small of her back. She didn't think she'd ever been on a mission that had gone more wrong. It was supposed to be simple: get in, download some files from the Covenant-affiliated facility's computers, and get out. But now she knew at least three members of their six-person team were dead. She didn't know what had happened to Weiss and his partner, Agent Jacobs, and she had been captured. She couldn't help but wonder if she was about to lose another two years of her life-or maybe all of it this time.
In the van, she was forced to kneel facing the wall. As the van began to move, her hands were roughly tied behind her back, her feet were tied together, and then she was blindfolded and a wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth. As if all that weren't enough, she felt a prick in her upper arm and knew that she had been drugged. It was the worst kind of drug, too; she didn't lose consciousness completely, but she did lose all control of her body and the ability to think clearly. She fell to the side as she lost her ability to hold herself up, landing with a painful thump on the floor of the van. She heard laughter from her captors at that, and then all sounds faded into a low background murmur as her thoughts became muddled.
She had no idea how much time passed while she remained in a drugged stupor. She was aware of being moved several times and then left lying down for a while. After the last move, though, her captors placed her on a chair and tied her to it, letting her head hang forward on her chest. After they left, the room became silent, and eventually Sydney lost consciousness completely.
When she woke, she found that the drug had worn off and that she could think clearly. She raised her head to find her neck stiff and painful from its awkward position. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She knew there was probably someone watching her, but she struggled with her bonds anyway. It was no use; they were all tight.
It wasn't long before she heard footsteps. Her blindfold was removed, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the room's bright light. She forced them open after a moment and was able to make out two people in the room before she had to close them again.
"Find out who she is and what the CIA was doing in our facility," a man's voice said. He spoke English, but with a moderate Russian accent. Sydney forced her eyes open once more, only to watch his back as he exited the room. She then turned her eyes to look at the room's other occupant, who turned out to be a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. The first thing Sydney noticed was how much the other woman resembled Sydney's own father. Brown eyes, short brown hair, fair skin, average height-other than the resemblance, she was fairly unremarkable. Beside her was a table with what looked like a lot of sharp instruments. The well-trained, analytical part of Sydney's mind noticed all these things even while she was on the verge of panic. Just keep your mouth shut, she thought over and over again.
"Well, this should be fun," the woman said in a low-pitched, unaccented voice. She picked up a long, sharp-looking knife and moved toward Sydney. "Let's just find out who you are, shall we?"
Next: Does Sydney die? Of course not! Find out how she escapes...
Note: The story begins about three weeks after the Season 3 premiere, "The Two". It's now updated through "Succession". I'll keep editing the story to reflect new episodes as they're shown, until they start contradicting my story (which is part of what's so fun about fanfic!)
Chapter 1: Captured!
Damn, damn, damn, Sydney Bristow thought to herself as she climbed into the van, always mindful of the gun pointing into the small of her back. She didn't think she'd ever been on a mission that had gone more wrong. It was supposed to be simple: get in, download some files from the Covenant-affiliated facility's computers, and get out. But now she knew at least three members of their six-person team were dead. She didn't know what had happened to Weiss and his partner, Agent Jacobs, and she had been captured. She couldn't help but wonder if she was about to lose another two years of her life-or maybe all of it this time.
In the van, she was forced to kneel facing the wall. As the van began to move, her hands were roughly tied behind her back, her feet were tied together, and then she was blindfolded and a wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth. As if all that weren't enough, she felt a prick in her upper arm and knew that she had been drugged. It was the worst kind of drug, too; she didn't lose consciousness completely, but she did lose all control of her body and the ability to think clearly. She fell to the side as she lost her ability to hold herself up, landing with a painful thump on the floor of the van. She heard laughter from her captors at that, and then all sounds faded into a low background murmur as her thoughts became muddled.
She had no idea how much time passed while she remained in a drugged stupor. She was aware of being moved several times and then left lying down for a while. After the last move, though, her captors placed her on a chair and tied her to it, letting her head hang forward on her chest. After they left, the room became silent, and eventually Sydney lost consciousness completely.
When she woke, she found that the drug had worn off and that she could think clearly. She raised her head to find her neck stiff and painful from its awkward position. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She knew there was probably someone watching her, but she struggled with her bonds anyway. It was no use; they were all tight.
It wasn't long before she heard footsteps. Her blindfold was removed, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the room's bright light. She forced them open after a moment and was able to make out two people in the room before she had to close them again.
"Find out who she is and what the CIA was doing in our facility," a man's voice said. He spoke English, but with a moderate Russian accent. Sydney forced her eyes open once more, only to watch his back as he exited the room. She then turned her eyes to look at the room's other occupant, who turned out to be a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. The first thing Sydney noticed was how much the other woman resembled Sydney's own father. Brown eyes, short brown hair, fair skin, average height-other than the resemblance, she was fairly unremarkable. Beside her was a table with what looked like a lot of sharp instruments. The well-trained, analytical part of Sydney's mind noticed all these things even while she was on the verge of panic. Just keep your mouth shut, she thought over and over again.
"Well, this should be fun," the woman said in a low-pitched, unaccented voice. She picked up a long, sharp-looking knife and moved toward Sydney. "Let's just find out who you are, shall we?"
Next: Does Sydney die? Of course not! Find out how she escapes...