Title: Joyless
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Sydney deals with Francie's death
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams, Touchstone, and ABC own Alias and it's characters. I
don't. I just obsess over them. But that's healthy, right?
A/N: Please, please, please review. I'm pretty sure I need reviews like I need
oxygen. Or is that ice cream?
She didn't know how she was going to handle this. She knew it was pointless to ask why this was happening to her, but that didn't stop her from asking it. All
she wanted to do was sink into her sorrow. But she wondered if she would be able
to get back out, if she allowed herself to grieve.
She really didn't have time to let the information sink in. If she was going to
get out alive, she couldn't allow herself to process everything. But at that
moment, all she could do was stare at the body of her best friend. Her best
friend, who now had a bullet hole in her skull and had been dead for several
weeks.
Tears started streaming down her face, as her stomach began to heave. A sob
escaped her mouth and she collapsed on the floor next to the body. Her body
shook with sobs.
Vaughn's voice filled the com. His only answer was more sobs.
Sydney, answer me! What's going on?
Sydney walked in the house exhausted from her latest mission. All she wanted to do was soak in the tub for an hour, and go to sleep. If she was lucky he'd be
there and they could cuddle as she drifted off into unconsciousness.
As she closed the door, she noticed the house had been ransacked. She dropped her purse to the floor. Panic filled her heart. God she hoped he wasn't here.
This couldn't happen again. She quickly scanned the room for him. He wasn't in
the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom. There was only one place she had
yet to check. Her breathing became shallow as she reached the bathroom door.
She swallowed hard as her shaky hands opened the door. The sight that greeted her dropped her to her knees. Tears spilled out onto her cheeks, as she reached for the body in the bathtub. How could this happen again? He had been shot; his blood stained the creme colored walls and filled the bathtub. His face was so
pale and his lifeless eyes stared up to the ceiling. She cupped his face in her
hands, hoping he would wake up. His skin was cold, and he wasn't breathing.
