Title: Shades of Gray
Author: Carrie (CaReYbEaRy@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the characters.
Spoilers: Season Finale
Rating: PG, but it will probably change throughout the series
Category: Angst, Romance, little action, little everything
Distribution: Anywhere. just let me know.
Author's Note: Okay, the season finale has got me going nuts! This is a story that I've been playing out in my head for a while. I'm taking a break from "Those Eyes" if you've read it, you probably know why. I don't like the direction the story is going, so until I can figure out how to fix it, I'm going to be writing this. Please let me know if there's anything you think I should change, or anything you think should happen…I'm open to suggestions. You can email me, or just post a review…Thanks and Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
He was numb. He couldn't feel anything. Not the hard metal of the door in front of him, nor the coolness of the water behind him. All he could think was that he was going to die. He watched as she became increasingly frustrated, smashing the fire extinguisher into the small window in the door with all her might, and no reward. He tried to shake his head, telling her to get out, that she couldn't save him. He would never forget the look in her eyes. The look of total regret and anguish, mixed with hopelessness and sorrow. Another wave crushed him against the door, forcing him to close his eyes, and when he reopened them, she was gone. He slammed his eyes shut once again, and upon opening them, he saw Sydney being dragged away by Khasinou's men. At that moment, he knew he had to get out. He couldn't die like this. He couldn't die because he couldn't run fast enough. He couldn't die, knowing that Sydney was in danger. He couldn't die without her knowing how he felt.
The hallway was filled with water, but there was enough sloshing around that he thought there might be air at the top. He was starting to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen, and knew that he had to work quickly. He kicked his way up to the ceiling, and felt the tips of his fingers reach air. He leaned his head back and sucked in the precious air. He allowed himself to breathe like that for a few seconds before he dived back into the water. He had to find a way out.
He swam quickly, trying the handle, and then kicking each door he passed. When he got to the end of the hallway he kicked back up to the ceiling and took another breath. This one was shorter, however, because as soon as he sucked in the air, the water reached the top and closed the gap of air between the surface and ceiling. He continued attempting to get into a room, hoping that there was something in one of them that he could use to breathe. He finally came to a door at the end of the left hallway that moved when he kicked it. He kicked it again, and then moved across the hallway to push himself off the wall and launch himself at the door. The door gave way and he swam through the opening. The room was filled with water, and he scanned it with his blurry vision and burning eyes. The room looked like a laboratory of sorts, and in the far corner, there was a large cabinet, filled with empty beakers and test tubes, all upside down and held in by racks. He swam desperately over to the cabinet and opened it, grabbing the first beaker he saw. He held it above his head and stuck his lips into the opening. He took in the air as fast as he could and released it into the water as he looked at the next two cabinets, filled with large, upside down containers.
He took another breath from the beaker and let it go, floating off, before looking around the room for anything that could break the door, or help him breathe for longer. He ripped open drawers, and flung open cabinets looking for anything. He found a large plastic container with a top on it, and he stuck it under his arm, continuing in his search. Every minute or so, he would return to the cabinet and breathe from a beaker, wanting to save the plastic container for later.
He opened what seemed like the last drawer in the lab, and there was a blowtorch sitting in it. He grabbed it and ripped of the safety cap, praying it would work under water. He squeezed in the button and was relieved when a sharp blue flame spurted out the knife-like end. He tucked it under his arm with the container and swam out of the room, back towards the door where he had come from.
Once he got to the door, he opened the container and took a drink of air before replacing the top. He placed it between his legs and set to work on the door. He knew that the torch would not work for very long under these conditions, so he had to be smart. He started at the bottom, knowing that this way he would only have to cut three sides at the most. He stuck the sharp end of the torch into the door and held down the button as the flame pushed through the steel. He looked up through the window to make sure that it was all the way through and was pleased when he saw water squirting out into the dry hallway. He moved the torch up and to the left, trying to make the smallest possible hole that he could fit through. Finally, after two and a half sides, the opening was cut enough that he was able to kick the rest of it out. Water gushed out and he pushed his way through the opening, flung out by the force of the water.
He landed in a heap on the floor, gasping for real air as water continued to flow over him. The hole was large enough that it would not take long for the water to spread. He moved quickly, getting up and walking quickly down the hallway. He had to get as far away as he could from that water. He had to find Sydney.
To be Continued…
Please review, I really appreciate it, and it helps me work faster. Please let me know if there's anything you think I should change, or anything you think should happen…I'm open to suggestions. You can email me, or just post a review…Thanks! -Carrie
Author: Carrie (CaReYbEaRy@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the characters.
Spoilers: Season Finale
Rating: PG, but it will probably change throughout the series
Category: Angst, Romance, little action, little everything
Distribution: Anywhere. just let me know.
Author's Note: Okay, the season finale has got me going nuts! This is a story that I've been playing out in my head for a while. I'm taking a break from "Those Eyes" if you've read it, you probably know why. I don't like the direction the story is going, so until I can figure out how to fix it, I'm going to be writing this. Please let me know if there's anything you think I should change, or anything you think should happen…I'm open to suggestions. You can email me, or just post a review…Thanks and Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
He was numb. He couldn't feel anything. Not the hard metal of the door in front of him, nor the coolness of the water behind him. All he could think was that he was going to die. He watched as she became increasingly frustrated, smashing the fire extinguisher into the small window in the door with all her might, and no reward. He tried to shake his head, telling her to get out, that she couldn't save him. He would never forget the look in her eyes. The look of total regret and anguish, mixed with hopelessness and sorrow. Another wave crushed him against the door, forcing him to close his eyes, and when he reopened them, she was gone. He slammed his eyes shut once again, and upon opening them, he saw Sydney being dragged away by Khasinou's men. At that moment, he knew he had to get out. He couldn't die like this. He couldn't die because he couldn't run fast enough. He couldn't die, knowing that Sydney was in danger. He couldn't die without her knowing how he felt.
The hallway was filled with water, but there was enough sloshing around that he thought there might be air at the top. He was starting to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen, and knew that he had to work quickly. He kicked his way up to the ceiling, and felt the tips of his fingers reach air. He leaned his head back and sucked in the precious air. He allowed himself to breathe like that for a few seconds before he dived back into the water. He had to find a way out.
He swam quickly, trying the handle, and then kicking each door he passed. When he got to the end of the hallway he kicked back up to the ceiling and took another breath. This one was shorter, however, because as soon as he sucked in the air, the water reached the top and closed the gap of air between the surface and ceiling. He continued attempting to get into a room, hoping that there was something in one of them that he could use to breathe. He finally came to a door at the end of the left hallway that moved when he kicked it. He kicked it again, and then moved across the hallway to push himself off the wall and launch himself at the door. The door gave way and he swam through the opening. The room was filled with water, and he scanned it with his blurry vision and burning eyes. The room looked like a laboratory of sorts, and in the far corner, there was a large cabinet, filled with empty beakers and test tubes, all upside down and held in by racks. He swam desperately over to the cabinet and opened it, grabbing the first beaker he saw. He held it above his head and stuck his lips into the opening. He took in the air as fast as he could and released it into the water as he looked at the next two cabinets, filled with large, upside down containers.
He took another breath from the beaker and let it go, floating off, before looking around the room for anything that could break the door, or help him breathe for longer. He ripped open drawers, and flung open cabinets looking for anything. He found a large plastic container with a top on it, and he stuck it under his arm, continuing in his search. Every minute or so, he would return to the cabinet and breathe from a beaker, wanting to save the plastic container for later.
He opened what seemed like the last drawer in the lab, and there was a blowtorch sitting in it. He grabbed it and ripped of the safety cap, praying it would work under water. He squeezed in the button and was relieved when a sharp blue flame spurted out the knife-like end. He tucked it under his arm with the container and swam out of the room, back towards the door where he had come from.
Once he got to the door, he opened the container and took a drink of air before replacing the top. He placed it between his legs and set to work on the door. He knew that the torch would not work for very long under these conditions, so he had to be smart. He started at the bottom, knowing that this way he would only have to cut three sides at the most. He stuck the sharp end of the torch into the door and held down the button as the flame pushed through the steel. He looked up through the window to make sure that it was all the way through and was pleased when he saw water squirting out into the dry hallway. He moved the torch up and to the left, trying to make the smallest possible hole that he could fit through. Finally, after two and a half sides, the opening was cut enough that he was able to kick the rest of it out. Water gushed out and he pushed his way through the opening, flung out by the force of the water.
He landed in a heap on the floor, gasping for real air as water continued to flow over him. The hole was large enough that it would not take long for the water to spread. He moved quickly, getting up and walking quickly down the hallway. He had to get as far away as he could from that water. He had to find Sydney.
To be Continued…
Please review, I really appreciate it, and it helps me work faster. Please let me know if there's anything you think I should change, or anything you think should happen…I'm open to suggestions. You can email me, or just post a review…Thanks! -Carrie