Reversed
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A/N: Just a little spur of the moment idea of mine.
Dis.: Not mine
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Sydney lay in the chamber fighting sleep. She was waiting. Waiting for Vaughn. She knew he would visit her as soon as he could, and she wasn't going to let herself just fall asleep without seeing him first. Afterall, it just might be the last time.
Her mother was the only one with the cure. She kept in bottled up in her mind. It was some sort of formula for an antidote. Without it, Sydney would definitely die,...slowly and painfully...
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Jack and I knew we had to get the antidote formula out of Irina somehow-we just had no clue how.
"We need to know what the formula for the antidote to the virus you created within the circumference is.!.." Vaughn stumbled it out in one breath. He was unbelievably nervous. He was actually pleading with the woman who killed his father,..but that was not why he was nervous. He was nervous because this involved the woman he loved,...this involved Sydney.
"If you do not tell us what the formula is, you could be killing another agent of the CIA and violate your contingency plan with us!" It had only been a minute and Jack was already panicking-not a good sign.
"What did you fools do this time? Send in some inexperienced agent that got tangled in my work?!" Irina spit the words out, stinging both men to the core.
Vaughn was the first to speak, "NO! Your daughter has caught the virus you witch!" Now, Vaughn's emotions were exposed at his sleeve as he yelled at Irina.
Jack quickly stopped Vaughn's rampage and spoke, "If you don't give us the formula, you could be killing your own daughter!" Why did those words sound so familiar?
But it seemed to have worked, because at that moment, Irina's expression of defiance turned to one of distraught worry.
"What signs has she showed so far?" She urged.
"Hemriging at the fingernails,..I,...I think thats all..." Vaughn wondered...
But, to the trios' fears, in came an agent. The agent went straight to Jack and whispered something into his ear.
"I have just received information that Sydney has now begun twitching uncontrollably!." Jack looked even more worried by the minute.
"She has entered the second stage of the virus and must have the antidote within the next hour before her body will shut down and she will become completely immobile." Irina glanced worriedly at the two men.
"So what is the antidote?" Vaughn urged.
"The virus was built in regard to a Rambaldi invention. The antidote formula states that she must have the one person she truly fears, and the one person that is her soulmate, sing her a lullaby written on Page 74 in the Rambaldi notebook." Irina breathed.
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A/N: Just a little spur of the moment idea of mine.
Dis.: Not mine
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Sydney lay in the chamber fighting sleep. She was waiting. Waiting for Vaughn. She knew he would visit her as soon as he could, and she wasn't going to let herself just fall asleep without seeing him first. Afterall, it just might be the last time.
Her mother was the only one with the cure. She kept in bottled up in her mind. It was some sort of formula for an antidote. Without it, Sydney would definitely die,...slowly and painfully...
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Jack and I knew we had to get the antidote formula out of Irina somehow-we just had no clue how.
"We need to know what the formula for the antidote to the virus you created within the circumference is.!.." Vaughn stumbled it out in one breath. He was unbelievably nervous. He was actually pleading with the woman who killed his father,..but that was not why he was nervous. He was nervous because this involved the woman he loved,...this involved Sydney.
"If you do not tell us what the formula is, you could be killing another agent of the CIA and violate your contingency plan with us!" It had only been a minute and Jack was already panicking-not a good sign.
"What did you fools do this time? Send in some inexperienced agent that got tangled in my work?!" Irina spit the words out, stinging both men to the core.
Vaughn was the first to speak, "NO! Your daughter has caught the virus you witch!" Now, Vaughn's emotions were exposed at his sleeve as he yelled at Irina.
Jack quickly stopped Vaughn's rampage and spoke, "If you don't give us the formula, you could be killing your own daughter!" Why did those words sound so familiar?
But it seemed to have worked, because at that moment, Irina's expression of defiance turned to one of distraught worry.
"What signs has she showed so far?" She urged.
"Hemriging at the fingernails,..I,...I think thats all..." Vaughn wondered...
But, to the trios' fears, in came an agent. The agent went straight to Jack and whispered something into his ear.
"I have just received information that Sydney has now begun twitching uncontrollably!." Jack looked even more worried by the minute.
"She has entered the second stage of the virus and must have the antidote within the next hour before her body will shut down and she will become completely immobile." Irina glanced worriedly at the two men.
"So what is the antidote?" Vaughn urged.
"The virus was built in regard to a Rambaldi invention. The antidote formula states that she must have the one person she truly fears, and the one person that is her soulmate, sing her a lullaby written on Page 74 in the Rambaldi notebook." Irina breathed.