Her
By SurferChick
A/N: Vaughn's thoughts while in captivity and being rescued. Please read.
D/C: I don't own Alias. JJ Abrams, Bad Robot, ABC, yadda yadda yadda do. If I owned Alias, do you think I would be WRITING about Michael Vartan, for crying out loud?
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The last clear thing I remember before being taken hostage was her. Her face, creased with the exertion of trying to free me from my supposed fate, but as beautiful as ever. I remember the tears racing down her face, seeing who could die on her cheek first. I looked into her eyes, and I saw love, the purest form of it that you could ever find, and I knew it would last forever.
Then they took me. I didn't even know where I was. I just stared at the dark stone ceiling, and all I could think about was her, if she got out all right. My mind wandered in and out of consciousness. My outward appearance was dark and tired, but my mind was racing, and all that kept me alive was the thought of her.
And then she showed up. My guardian angel. I faintly remember
her doing her thing, the thing that got her into this business, and then she
turned towards me.
I looked into her eyes, and I saw love, and it reminded me that it would last forever.
I heard all the other sounds in the distance, but when she spoke, it rang as clear in my ears as church bells on Christmas. I manage to get out her name, to make sure it's her, but I already know, and I'm thankful. She mentions something about shooting me with adrenaline, and before I can get much more than a weak protest out, I'm up and ready to go.
We escape to the outside, away from that place, and we exchange a few words. Then I smile, and she smiles back at me.
And I looked into her eyes, and I saw love, and it confirmed that it would last forever.