Title: Blackout
Author: Becca
Disclaimer: I don't own them. It's really a shame, cause I think I could do some interesting things with the characters...
Author's Note: This was written for the SD-1 Sarkney Jan/Feb Challenge. Thanks to Kelsey for pushing me to write this, and for the beta. Couldn't have done it without you! "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition" is from one of the Monty Python movies or something, more importantly it's from "Sliding Doors" with John Hannah (aka Colour Blind man!) Enjoy! Oh, and feedback is always appreciated!
Memories of the time they'd spent together haunted him. It pained him to think back and remember the only time when they hadn't fought. She had been his ally for two months of her two missing years. But like the Monty Python boys say, "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition." Yet, he had. He hadn't expected to be recaptured though, and he also hadn't expected her to revert back to the pristinely good Sydney Bristow that she had been before her temporary lapse in concentration. She'd been Julia Thorne then. Julia was Sydney, just as Sydney was Julia. Maybe Julia was what Sydney had always wanted to be, but never thought that she could be. It was a lot like Sark and Julian.
He'd wanted to show her the world of grays that existed beyond the black and white that she always saw. He'd wanted to tell her that the world was a different place, not as good or as bad as she thought that it was. She needed to know that killing wasn't something that he prided himself on, but simply something that he did. It was a necessary part of his job, necessary for his own survival. He wasn't going to break out his tissue box and cry his heart out over it. The people he killed were not only a threat to him, but a threat to society as a whole. In truth, he was doing the world a favour by eliminating the people that he had. Some of them had been innocent bystanders, but unfortunately, in every war there were bound to be victims. It was unavoidable.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here."
He turned around quickly at the sound of the soft feminine voice. He stood there staring at her for a few moments before replying, "To be completely honest, I wasn't expecting you either."
People rarely surprised him, but Sydney Bristow constantly amused and amazed him. She had presented herself as both a worthy competitor and a helpful ally. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the time that they had spent together. Those two months had constituted the longest relationship of his life so far. Standing before him, she looked like she was doing well, she was even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. He knew that she had no recollection of what had transpired between them. Her amnesia made it easier on him to forget. He couldn't bear to remember what it had been like before their lives had suddenly changed.
"Agent Vaughn was just a little boy who was never good enough for you." She looked sad to him, he hated seeing her with that morose expression on her face. He hated that he couldn't ask her what was wrong. He hated that he couldn't go over to her and offer her comfort in his arms, or kiss her. His heart, if he even had one anymore, was breaking.
"Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but it's not up to you to decide that." She sounded aggravated and angry.
"If you knew, you might think differently." He couldn't help himself from muttering the words under his breath. He hoped more than believed that she wouldn't hear him.
"See but that's my secret," she responded quietly as she walked towards him. "I do know."
Author: Becca
Disclaimer: I don't own them. It's really a shame, cause I think I could do some interesting things with the characters...
Author's Note: This was written for the SD-1 Sarkney Jan/Feb Challenge. Thanks to Kelsey for pushing me to write this, and for the beta. Couldn't have done it without you! "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition" is from one of the Monty Python movies or something, more importantly it's from "Sliding Doors" with John Hannah (aka Colour Blind man!) Enjoy! Oh, and feedback is always appreciated!
Memories of the time they'd spent together haunted him. It pained him to think back and remember the only time when they hadn't fought. She had been his ally for two months of her two missing years. But like the Monty Python boys say, "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition." Yet, he had. He hadn't expected to be recaptured though, and he also hadn't expected her to revert back to the pristinely good Sydney Bristow that she had been before her temporary lapse in concentration. She'd been Julia Thorne then. Julia was Sydney, just as Sydney was Julia. Maybe Julia was what Sydney had always wanted to be, but never thought that she could be. It was a lot like Sark and Julian.
He'd wanted to show her the world of grays that existed beyond the black and white that she always saw. He'd wanted to tell her that the world was a different place, not as good or as bad as she thought that it was. She needed to know that killing wasn't something that he prided himself on, but simply something that he did. It was a necessary part of his job, necessary for his own survival. He wasn't going to break out his tissue box and cry his heart out over it. The people he killed were not only a threat to him, but a threat to society as a whole. In truth, he was doing the world a favour by eliminating the people that he had. Some of them had been innocent bystanders, but unfortunately, in every war there were bound to be victims. It was unavoidable.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here."
He turned around quickly at the sound of the soft feminine voice. He stood there staring at her for a few moments before replying, "To be completely honest, I wasn't expecting you either."
People rarely surprised him, but Sydney Bristow constantly amused and amazed him. She had presented herself as both a worthy competitor and a helpful ally. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the time that they had spent together. Those two months had constituted the longest relationship of his life so far. Standing before him, she looked like she was doing well, she was even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. He knew that she had no recollection of what had transpired between them. Her amnesia made it easier on him to forget. He couldn't bear to remember what it had been like before their lives had suddenly changed.
"Agent Vaughn was just a little boy who was never good enough for you." She looked sad to him, he hated seeing her with that morose expression on her face. He hated that he couldn't ask her what was wrong. He hated that he couldn't go over to her and offer her comfort in his arms, or kiss her. His heart, if he even had one anymore, was breaking.
"Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but it's not up to you to decide that." She sounded aggravated and angry.
"If you knew, you might think differently." He couldn't help himself from muttering the words under his breath. He hoped more than believed that she wouldn't hear him.
"See but that's my secret," she responded quietly as she walked towards him. "I do know."