Hey Everyone.

This is my first Alias fan fiction ever. I've written stuff before mostly for Charmed. So here it goes. This story was inspired by Leave the Light On by Beth Hart and by one scene in Masquerade (Season 1, Episode 18) So I hope everyone enjoys it and reviews, however bad they are, are always appreciated. I'll never get any better if you guys don't help me.

And we all know, I don't own these characters, they belong to talented mind of J.J Abrams and writers of Alias.

So here we go…

Previously on Alias…

Will and Francie sat nervously in the living room, staring at one another for the answer.

Francie searched for anything to say. "Okay, okay, what if she met somebody on one of her business trips?"

"Yeah, but why would she keep that a secret?" Will replied. Sydney doesn't lie, this doesn't make any sense.

"Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it. She's embarrassed by it."

"Oh, come on, why?"

Will stared at Francie again when he knew she had thought of something.

"What?"

Francie tensed as she divulged her theory. "The bruise. What if he's beating her?"

Will almost laughed out loud. "Are you kidding me? Sydney would never put up with that."

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it can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
this place is so quiet, sensing that storm

"Sydney? Vaughn?" His voice echoed off the empty walls. "Are you guys still here?"

Eric Weiss headed towards the kitchen and deposited two huge bags of Chinese food on the dining table.

"Guys? I brought Chinese food back with me if you guys are hungry."

Weiss…

He heard a small voice and headed towards the master bedroom at the end of the dark hall.

"Sydney?"

Weiss…

He knocked on the door. "Are you guys okay in there?"

Weiss, help me.

"Sydney, is that you?" He tried the door and it was locked. "Sydney, it's locked. Is Vaughn in there with you? Are you guys okay?"

He got no reply. "You guys better not be screwing with me." He cringed as he remembered the time he walked in on Sydney and Vaughn in a rather compromising situation. "You guys better have clothes on when I walk in."

Weiss quickly picked the lock and pushed the door open. He shielded his eyes expecting some kind of practical joke. He looked up when he didn't hear anything. "Alright, what's the problem?"

A cold breeze blew through the room, he shivered. He couldn't see anything. He walked towards the window and pulled it shut."Okay guys, joke's over, I'm leaving." He headed towards the door,slipped and fell with a thud to the floor."What the hell?" He looked to his right and saw a pool of blood.

He jumped to his feet. "VAUGHN? SYDNEY?"

Weiss.

He heard the small voice again. "Sydney? Where are you?" He spun around in the room searching. He saw her huddled in the corner. She was crying, banging her head lightly against the hard wall.

He didn't recognize her face. Her eye was swollen shut, her lip was sliced open and there was a large gash on her left cheek.

He rushed to her side. She was wrapped in a blood soaked sheet, trembling, staring blankly in front of her.

"Sydney, what happened? Where's Vaughn?"

She looked at him quizzically. "Vaughn?" She pushed him away, "Get away from me."

"No, Sydney, it's me, it's Weiss."

She smiled at his calming voice. "Weiss, you heard me."

"Of course, I did. Sydney, I need to get you some help. Can you move?"

"No, everything hurts."

"Well, I'm going to carry you over to the bed and help you change."

He struggled to pull her intohis arms. She pushed him away when he touched her. "Don't touch me, I don't want you to touch me."

He wrapped her in his arms and placed her on the bed. He tried to unravel her from the sheet. "No, Weiss, I don't want you to see me like this."

"I have to Sydney. I want to help you." He smiled at her. "You'll be fine."

She was dressed in a small tank top and underwear. Her whole body was covered in cuts and bruises. Large welts and gashes seeped blood. He ran to the bathroom grabbing antiseptic, bandages, and towels anything he could get his hands on. She was slipping away from him, gasping for air. "I'm going to take you to the hospital, Syd. Just stay with me a little longer."

She started thrashing around in the bed. "Stay away from me! Please don't hurt me anymore!"

He stared at her, who had been hurting her so much? He frowned at the thought. He enveloped her in a blanket and pulled her into his arms.

He started through the dark hallway, clutching Sydney close to his body.

He heard a voice as he was opening the door and spun around on his heel.

"Drop her."

"Who is that? Stay the hell away from us."

Sydney stirred in his arms and put her arms around Weiss' neck. "He's back…"

"Come on out, let me see who you are, you asshole," Weiss spat.

Weiss' stared where the voice had come from and a familiar face emerged from the shadows.

"Drop her, or I'll shoot you both. Although dying might be better for her." He laughed.

"What the hell are you talking about man? She was attacked. We need to take her to the hospital."

"I'm serious, drop her right now."

"And I'm serious, if I drop her, another blow like that, it might kill her."

"Then you leave me no choice, Agent Weiss."

He lifted his gun a lone shot rang through the quiet apartment.

red rain is coming down
red rain
red rain is pouring down
pouring down all over me