Summary- Syd and Sark are on the run, can they trust each other?
Disclaimer- The usual, I don't own any characters from Alias, they belong to JJ Abrams but I don't need to! So there! I can still control them and I DO own this plotline!
Spoilers- Season three up to episode 10, this story is Post-Remnants
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this!" Sydney exclaimed. She was sitting in Weiss' car, on the way to a sunny beach at some random place in some unknown location.
"Well it's about time that you got a break. You've been working yourself to death ever since you came back from it"
"This feels like that night, two years ago. Just before I disappeared, Vaughn and I had been talking about going to Santa Barbara, we just never got around to it, so he just booked it one day." She smiled a bittersweet smile "I guess we never did get around to it" she said softly.
"Hey, hey" Weiss looked over at her, momentarily taking his eyes off the road "None of that. You promised remember? This is going to be the fun getaway that you've been waiting for"
Syd looked down at her hands, they were in her lap "Yeah, it is"
"Come on, now I want you to promise that you're going to do your best to have fun."
She nodded and gave him a brief smile of reassurance "I promise"
"Good. Now where's that knockout smile? Come on, I know it's there. Oh look, you can't hold it, you're smiling, you're smiling!"
Syd couldn't resist and broke into her old wide smile. Weiss smiled too. She turned to look ahead again, "Eric look out!" she screamed. A black van had driven onto the road and had stopped in a diagonal position, blocking the road. The windows were blacked out, Sydney heard the screech of tires behind them as another van pulled to a stop. She grabbed the gun from the waistband of her jeans and cocked it. Beside her Weiss got his own gun from the glove compartment and readied himself for the fight.
Men dressed in black with ski masks and bulletproof vests poured out from the van ahead of her, from the side view mirror Sydney could see that behind her more men were emerging from the other van. Both teams were equipped with semiautomatic rifles that Sydney was willing to bet contained a minimum of 40 rounds. They looked like AKs but she couldn't quite place them.
"They weren't following us, must've been waiting off the shoulder of the road. Ready?" He nodded. "Move!"
Syd shoved her door open just as the first man reached her side of the car, it hit him hard and he stumbled backward, nose broken. She jumped out and quickly knocked out the next guy with the butt of her gun. The man behind him was smarter and used his unconscious companion as a shield, he propelled the body forward then dropped it and knocked the gun out of Sydney's hands. She didn't bother trying to retrieve her gun. She kicked the body out of her way and threw a punch that was sidestepped. She blocked his return blow and kept a hold of his arm then kicked him twice in the stomach before slamming his head against the side of the van that she and Weiss had rented. She turned to face the others. The fight was on.
On the other side of the van Weiss was quickly losing ground to the encroaching black agents. He managed to squeeze off a few shots before the gun was kicked out of his hand. He sidestepped several blows and kicks and tried to take them out. He managed to knock out one of the men before being overpowered, he never was the fighting type; one reason why he was generally in the office when Vaughn did the fieldwork before. He felt a hard object connect with the side of his head and that was the last he felt for a long time as he fell into the blackness. He called out one name before he completely fell though "Sydney…"
Syd faintly heard a voice calling her name over the tumult of fighting, "Eric!" she called. That moment's distraction cost her. The man that she had been successfully holding off for the past minute of so finally got past her defense of a barrage of punches and blocks. His fist darted out and caught her on her jaw. She stumbled slightly and was immediately surrounded, the muzzles of the guns all pointed towards her.
"Get down!" a muffled voice ordered. Syd thought that she detected a hint of a Russian accent. "Do it!" the speaker indicated the floor with the muzzle of his gun. Sydney slowly knelt on the gravel-infringed road. "Hands behind your head" she complied. Then the butt of one of the rifles met her head and she succumbed to the same blackness that had taken Weiss.
Later, location unknown
Sydney Bristow's mind snapped into consciousness. She kept her eyes closed and used her other senses. She was on a chair, her hands tied behind the chair back and feet tied as well, the rough bonds chafed. She seemed to be a place that hadn't been used much, a musty odor dominated the place, she heard a metal door being slid upwards of downwards A warehouse? She guessed.
She could sense no movement in the room with her and cautiously opened her eyes only to find a pair of piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "Good morning Sydney, how nice to see you again"
A/N- What did you think of the first chapter? I know it's kind of short