Death of a Spy
Option 1: Sydney
Disclaimer: Alias isn't mine. If it were, I would have already fulfilled this little fantasy!
A/N: This is more of a rant, really. I was pissed because a friend screwed me over, and another friend left me to do as much damage control as I could alone, and my high school was under a lockdown and I was bored, and I started thinking, "Wouldn't it be great if Sydney up and killed Lauren?" All anti-Lauren peeps (such as myself, obviously!) will love this!
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Sydney awoke slowly, her foggy senses clearing one at a time. First, she felt the cold, hard cement beneath her head, and the dull ache of her shoulder told her that her arm was being held up by something, made even more painful as she lay on her stomach. Next, she smelled the dankness of the room that comes from leaving a cement floor wet and damp way too long. She could taste blood in her mouth. Her hearing clearly the slowest of all; at first all she could hear were muffled noises. That soon cleared into sounds she could identify as water dripping. And vague footsteps somewhere in the distance.
That sound spurred her the rest of the way into consciousness. She sat up quickly and managed to ignore the spinning of her head, but her sudden motion nearly jerked her arm out of its socket. She twisted around gingerly to see what held her arm.
A pair of handcuffs was snapped around her left wrist, and the other end barely fit around a thick wooden pole attached to the wall horizontally, about two feet from the floor. Glancing around, she realized she was in a basement, with metal pipes crisscrossing the ceiling and some of the walls. It was no bigger than the basement under someone's house might be, and it was an open space. The only really difference was that there weren't even any windows to deem too small to climb through.
The sound of footsteps reached her ears again, more distinct now. They were clearly coming from the stairs.
How had she gotten here? How could she steel herself for an encounter if she didn't even remember being captured? Last she knew, she had been in Vaughn and Lauren's apartment, waiting while Lauren finished a phone call so they could go to dinner. Then…nothing.
The footsteps drew closer. Being unable to prepare for whatever was coming, she had no way to stop the fear from balling in her stomach and creeping slowly upward and threatening to choke her, to block all logical thought.
Her expression was the first thing Sydney noticed after the initial shock faded. That alone squashed the inkling of hope that had preceded the shock. She was cool, confident, and her smile held no amusement.
Sydney had to allow herself to be angry with the woman who stood studying her at the foot of the stairs, because right behind the anger was the fear, and an amazing sense of sympathy for Vaughn.
Because the woman standing there was undoubtedly Lauren Reid.
"How the hell did you get me here?!?" Sydney shouted angrily.
Lauren's only response was to laugh and give her another sickening grin.
Sydney forced herself to remain calm, even with her anger and her pain for the man she loved bubbling close to the surface. She leaned against the wooded post and studied Lauren as intently as she was being studied.
"You're good, Sydney. I'll give you that. All that time the Covenant thought they had broken you," Lauren said at last, her British accent replaced by a slight Russian one. "They wanted to watch you when you came back. I thought it was a mistake not to kill you, but they refused to listen to their mole in the CIA." Lauren shrugged and paced slowly in front of Sydney, confident that she was just out of reach. "I finally convinced them that you were too much of a threat. To the opposition, and to my husband."
Tears burned in Sydney's throat, but she didn't dare degrade herself in front of Lauren. An image of a large jungle cat jumping on Lauren and slicing her throat with huge, razor-sharp claws formed in Sydney's mind.
"You don't love him," she accused carefully, keeping her voice cold when the fury wanted to push through.
"Of course not. But he's mine, so you can't touch him. It's a woman's code of honor," Lauren said with a sarcastic smirk. Her confidence was bolstered by Sydney's absolute stillness. She leaned over and got right in Sydney's face. "And he's still mine."
Sydney didn't think, she just reacted. Her elbow connected with Lauren's temple and sent her staggering backward. Sydney leapt to her feet and in one motion jerked her hand against the cuffs and kicked viciously at the wooden pole. By some miracle the post splintered and broke, allowing her full range of motion. She lunged at Lauren before the other woman had had a chance to recover her footing completely and planted her heel firmly in Lauren's stomach, knocking her back into the wall.
Lauren curse breathlessly and drew a gun, but Sydney tackled her and sent the gun skidding across the floor. The two wrestled on the hard floor, each trying to get up. Lauren flipped Sydney and caused her to hit the back of her head on the floor. She saw stars, but managed to get her fist to connect somewhere on Lauren's face. Both rolled free and ran for the gun laying several yards away. Sydney dived, and to her relief felt her fingers close around the cool metal of the gun. She rolled and came up to her knees, barely taking the time to aim before shot let off a shot.
The small caliber hand gun sounded more like a cannon to Sydney's ears as it echoed, bouncing around as if to taunt her.
The bullet hit Lauren high and to the slight left of her chest. Sydney saw it all in slow motion. Lauren spun to her left, and shock registered on her face as she fell back…back…back. Her body bounced once when it hit the ground, and her head snapped back and hit with a resounding thud. She lifted one hand as if to cover the wound that had already turned her shirt crimson, but it dropped back to her side.
And she lay still.
Lifeless.
Dead.
Lauren Reid was dead.
Sydney Bristow had killed her.
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So? What do ya think? I think it turned out to be one big rant-like thing, but I like it. I like the idea of Syd kicking Lauren's ass, and killing her is even better! I might do something about Vaughn killing her too, later. What do you think?