Title: Secrets
Author: Ash (AshletX512@aol.com)
Rating: PG-13 for some violence and language
Summary: When Will is in trouble he goes to Sydney for help.
Archive: ask me first
Spoilers: just knowledge of what we've seen so far
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, don't sue me, I'm broke.
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Secrets: The Attack 1/9
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Will Tippin rode down the empty street, watching the trees pass by on either side of the road. It was a nice, crisp night, so he opted to drive with no music and the windows down to absorb the sounds of the outside. Normally he loved the lack of traffic this shortcut provided, but today he decided he would rather drive where there were other cars around. Truthfully, he was a tad paranoid ever since the whole investigation of Danny's death started. He wasn't used to getting anonymous phone calls and finding bugs. That kind of stuff, he thought, only happened in movies.
The turnoff back to the main road approached and Will made the gradual right turn. Though there were no headlights reflected in his rearview mirror, he sensed he was being followed. Will sped his car up and tried to make it back to the main road faster. But he soon realized he wouldn't make it.
His suspicions were confirmed as a car behind him flipped on its brights and sped up too. The car closed the distance between them quickly and was driving in the left lane next to Will within less than a minute. Before he could react, Will found the car drawing nearer to his left side until they collided, sending his Jeep off the road towards the right. In the movies, he remembered, the good guy could always regain control of the vehicle and take out the bad guys in the other car. This was not the movies, however, and Will just stared out the front window in awe as he sped off the road, into the trees.
He slammed on the brakes before he hit anything, but it didn't do much because the Jeep knocked into a fallen tree the wrong way and began to roll to the right. After a 270-degree rotation, the vehicle came to a stop on its left side. Glad that he was wearing his seatbelt, Will lifted his head off what should have been his window, but was now only the ground, and tried to get up. Through this tossing and turning, he had hit his head badly and was bleeding on the right side.
Pulling together all the strength he had, Will unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out the passenger side door. He stood up and looked around for a minute, wondering how close to civilization he was. Before he could even think about what to do next, he received a swift punch to the stomach. 2 seconds later, he was on the ground, feeling the damp mud through his thin shirt. He didn't even get the chance to try to stand up when he felt the force of being kicked in the chest by the unknown assailant, presumably whoever ran him off the road.
Will began to cough up blood and tried to look in the direction that he thought his attacker was, but found his vision was failing him. He wondered where his glasses were. "I don't have much money, but take whatever I have." he croaked to his attackers, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and depositing it on the soft ground next to him. "Please don't kill me." he begged.
"We're not here for your money, Mr. Tippin. And there's no point in killing you. This is a warning. Stop your investigation of SD-6. You'll only hurt yourself." The man said to him. Satisfied that he would not be going anywhere for a while now that the jeep was disabled, the two men retreated to their black sedan parked not 200 feet away.
Will tried to focus on their faces but couldn't see anything without his glasses. He attempted to process what he said. They were with SD-6? Maybe he really didn't want to mess with them. It was hard to think and Will let his mind rest as he faded off into unconsciousness.
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The doorbell woke Sydney up from a deep sleep. She looked over at the clock. 1:13 AM. 'Who could be here this late at night?' She wondered to herself and grabbed a gun out of the drawer of her nightstand as she jumped out of bed and made her way to the door.
The doorbell sounded again right as she was about to answer and Sydney peeked out the window to see who it was. She was relieved at who she saw and unlocked and flung the door open. "Holy shit, Will. What happened to you?" He was wet and dirty and his head was bleeding. "I mean, come in." She set the gun down on the table by the door and pulled him gently inside by the arm.
He followed her in, still a little dazed. "I'm sorry to bother you so late but your apartment was the closest…" he apologized to her.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be right back." She told him as she helped him sit on the couch and then ran to the kitchen to get the first aid kit and a wet towel. She hurried back and quickly, proficiently, cleaned and bandaged his head wound.
In a motherly manner, Sydney wrapped a blanket around Will's shoulders. He was shivering and he was wet. "Now tell me what happened."
"I was driving home from work, oh, about 5 hours ago, when I noticed someone was following me. Then the bastards ran me off the road! Then they hit me and…." He told her, then stopping abruptly.
"And what?" Sydney asked.
He realized to tell her this he would have to tell her everything. About Kate Jones/Elouise Kurtz and his investigation of Danny and the bugs and of SD-6… He couldn't do that.
Sydney stared at him curiously. "And what, Will?" She asked tenderly, hoping she didn't sound demanding. Though it seemed like there was no reason to be, she worried if this was related to her. She thought about it and decided there was no way SD-6 could've thought she had told Will. They wouldn't try to kill him like they killed Danny.
Will decided he couldn't tell her. If these people, whoever they were, were willing to come after him, he doubted they would mind hurting the people around him. He couldn't let Sydney get hurt. He loved her too much. But then again, he couldn't lie to her. Will was a terrible liar and she could always catch him. "They…" he avoided eye contact with her and looked to the other side of the room. It was then that he noticed what was on the table by the front door. "Why do you have a gun?" He asked her, glad to change the subject but also curious about the foreign item.
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end 1/?
Author's Notes: This kind of came to me in a dream and I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't until I got this out of my system. So it's 3:20 AM. I'm usually asleep by 12, so that's my excuse if you think this sucks. ( I thrive on feedback and I can go a lot farther into this story if I get good responses. (Or bad ones. I'm the type of person who will write in a genre just to piss people off. [Like I wrote some Fowley/Mulder fic for the X-Files] So bring on the hate mail Syd/Vaughn people! [Even though this isn't very Syd/Will yet, but it can be *evil grin*]). So if you want to see more of this, I need feedback!!!
Author: Ash (AshletX512@aol.com)
Rating: PG-13 for some violence and language
Summary: When Will is in trouble he goes to Sydney for help.
Archive: ask me first
Spoilers: just knowledge of what we've seen so far
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, don't sue me, I'm broke.
~
Secrets: The Attack 1/9
~~~
Will Tippin rode down the empty street, watching the trees pass by on either side of the road. It was a nice, crisp night, so he opted to drive with no music and the windows down to absorb the sounds of the outside. Normally he loved the lack of traffic this shortcut provided, but today he decided he would rather drive where there were other cars around. Truthfully, he was a tad paranoid ever since the whole investigation of Danny's death started. He wasn't used to getting anonymous phone calls and finding bugs. That kind of stuff, he thought, only happened in movies.
The turnoff back to the main road approached and Will made the gradual right turn. Though there were no headlights reflected in his rearview mirror, he sensed he was being followed. Will sped his car up and tried to make it back to the main road faster. But he soon realized he wouldn't make it.
His suspicions were confirmed as a car behind him flipped on its brights and sped up too. The car closed the distance between them quickly and was driving in the left lane next to Will within less than a minute. Before he could react, Will found the car drawing nearer to his left side until they collided, sending his Jeep off the road towards the right. In the movies, he remembered, the good guy could always regain control of the vehicle and take out the bad guys in the other car. This was not the movies, however, and Will just stared out the front window in awe as he sped off the road, into the trees.
He slammed on the brakes before he hit anything, but it didn't do much because the Jeep knocked into a fallen tree the wrong way and began to roll to the right. After a 270-degree rotation, the vehicle came to a stop on its left side. Glad that he was wearing his seatbelt, Will lifted his head off what should have been his window, but was now only the ground, and tried to get up. Through this tossing and turning, he had hit his head badly and was bleeding on the right side.
Pulling together all the strength he had, Will unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out the passenger side door. He stood up and looked around for a minute, wondering how close to civilization he was. Before he could even think about what to do next, he received a swift punch to the stomach. 2 seconds later, he was on the ground, feeling the damp mud through his thin shirt. He didn't even get the chance to try to stand up when he felt the force of being kicked in the chest by the unknown assailant, presumably whoever ran him off the road.
Will began to cough up blood and tried to look in the direction that he thought his attacker was, but found his vision was failing him. He wondered where his glasses were. "I don't have much money, but take whatever I have." he croaked to his attackers, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and depositing it on the soft ground next to him. "Please don't kill me." he begged.
"We're not here for your money, Mr. Tippin. And there's no point in killing you. This is a warning. Stop your investigation of SD-6. You'll only hurt yourself." The man said to him. Satisfied that he would not be going anywhere for a while now that the jeep was disabled, the two men retreated to their black sedan parked not 200 feet away.
Will tried to focus on their faces but couldn't see anything without his glasses. He attempted to process what he said. They were with SD-6? Maybe he really didn't want to mess with them. It was hard to think and Will let his mind rest as he faded off into unconsciousness.
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The doorbell woke Sydney up from a deep sleep. She looked over at the clock. 1:13 AM. 'Who could be here this late at night?' She wondered to herself and grabbed a gun out of the drawer of her nightstand as she jumped out of bed and made her way to the door.
The doorbell sounded again right as she was about to answer and Sydney peeked out the window to see who it was. She was relieved at who she saw and unlocked and flung the door open. "Holy shit, Will. What happened to you?" He was wet and dirty and his head was bleeding. "I mean, come in." She set the gun down on the table by the door and pulled him gently inside by the arm.
He followed her in, still a little dazed. "I'm sorry to bother you so late but your apartment was the closest…" he apologized to her.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be right back." She told him as she helped him sit on the couch and then ran to the kitchen to get the first aid kit and a wet towel. She hurried back and quickly, proficiently, cleaned and bandaged his head wound.
In a motherly manner, Sydney wrapped a blanket around Will's shoulders. He was shivering and he was wet. "Now tell me what happened."
"I was driving home from work, oh, about 5 hours ago, when I noticed someone was following me. Then the bastards ran me off the road! Then they hit me and…." He told her, then stopping abruptly.
"And what?" Sydney asked.
He realized to tell her this he would have to tell her everything. About Kate Jones/Elouise Kurtz and his investigation of Danny and the bugs and of SD-6… He couldn't do that.
Sydney stared at him curiously. "And what, Will?" She asked tenderly, hoping she didn't sound demanding. Though it seemed like there was no reason to be, she worried if this was related to her. She thought about it and decided there was no way SD-6 could've thought she had told Will. They wouldn't try to kill him like they killed Danny.
Will decided he couldn't tell her. If these people, whoever they were, were willing to come after him, he doubted they would mind hurting the people around him. He couldn't let Sydney get hurt. He loved her too much. But then again, he couldn't lie to her. Will was a terrible liar and she could always catch him. "They…" he avoided eye contact with her and looked to the other side of the room. It was then that he noticed what was on the table by the front door. "Why do you have a gun?" He asked her, glad to change the subject but also curious about the foreign item.
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end 1/?
Author's Notes: This kind of came to me in a dream and I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't until I got this out of my system. So it's 3:20 AM. I'm usually asleep by 12, so that's my excuse if you think this sucks. ( I thrive on feedback and I can go a lot farther into this story if I get good responses. (Or bad ones. I'm the type of person who will write in a genre just to piss people off. [Like I wrote some Fowley/Mulder fic for the X-Files] So bring on the hate mail Syd/Vaughn people! [Even though this isn't very Syd/Will yet, but it can be *evil grin*]). So if you want to see more of this, I need feedback!!!