Disclaimer: Alias is not mine
This fic begins in Truth Takes Time, when Sark is about to shoot Vaughn. This is just my take on what could have happened in an alternate universe. I might add a couple of humorous lines of dialogue but this is supposed to be a serious story.
Sark saw the fear flash through Agent Vaughn's eyes as he lay on the floor, with no gun, no help, and no chance. Sark aimed the gun at his chest, and fired.
Vaughn fell to his chest and clenched his teeth. He felt as if someone had just hit him in the chest with a sledgehammer.
Thank God for the vest - I can't believe I thought twice about putting it on. But then again, my momma didn't raise no fool.
"Get up, Agent Vaughn," Sark's voice echoed through the empty stairwell. "My employer and I would like to ask you a few questions, that is of course if you don't have any plans with Miss Bristow."
Vaughn glared at Sark and tried to think of every possible way to knock that cocky grin off of his face.
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch."
Sark smirked and once again cocked his gun.
"I'm sorry, that is not the right answer."
Then there was darkness.
"What do you mean you lost him?!!" Sydney shouted into her Comm link. "He was supposed to meet me in the lobby of the building after he searched the second floor!"
"I know, the other agent that was with him recalls seeing Sark enter the second floor stairwell before being knocked out. We believe that Sark and your mother may have taken him hostage, or worse."
Sydney felt the tears fill her eyes. She had no clue what her mother and Sark would want with Vaughn - or what they would do with him. "Dad, what are we going to do? Would we be able to track him?" Her voice was beginning to shake as her sense of panic rose.
"Sark must have taken his Comm link because we lost his signal. Now that your mother's signal is no longer active, there is no way that we can track him. Sydney, I'm sorry but there's nothing that we can do."
But Sydney wasn't listening, she was already in a crumpled heap on the floor - sobbing.
This fic begins in Truth Takes Time, when Sark is about to shoot Vaughn. This is just my take on what could have happened in an alternate universe. I might add a couple of humorous lines of dialogue but this is supposed to be a serious story.
Sark saw the fear flash through Agent Vaughn's eyes as he lay on the floor, with no gun, no help, and no chance. Sark aimed the gun at his chest, and fired.
Vaughn fell to his chest and clenched his teeth. He felt as if someone had just hit him in the chest with a sledgehammer.
Thank God for the vest - I can't believe I thought twice about putting it on. But then again, my momma didn't raise no fool.
"Get up, Agent Vaughn," Sark's voice echoed through the empty stairwell. "My employer and I would like to ask you a few questions, that is of course if you don't have any plans with Miss Bristow."
Vaughn glared at Sark and tried to think of every possible way to knock that cocky grin off of his face.
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch."
Sark smirked and once again cocked his gun.
"I'm sorry, that is not the right answer."
Then there was darkness.
"What do you mean you lost him?!!" Sydney shouted into her Comm link. "He was supposed to meet me in the lobby of the building after he searched the second floor!"
"I know, the other agent that was with him recalls seeing Sark enter the second floor stairwell before being knocked out. We believe that Sark and your mother may have taken him hostage, or worse."
Sydney felt the tears fill her eyes. She had no clue what her mother and Sark would want with Vaughn - or what they would do with him. "Dad, what are we going to do? Would we be able to track him?" Her voice was beginning to shake as her sense of panic rose.
"Sark must have taken his Comm link because we lost his signal. Now that your mother's signal is no longer active, there is no way that we can track him. Sydney, I'm sorry but there's nothing that we can do."
But Sydney wasn't listening, she was already in a crumpled heap on the floor - sobbing.