FROM THE AUTHOR: Hey guys - Again, thanks for the wonderful reviews. The
lovely comments are what are keeping me writing! Now, Im afraid there wont
be any more chapters until the 28th of July, since Im going away. Sorry..
you'll just have to wait :-P
Jack lurked in the bushes out the front of Vaughn's apartment. Donovan, Vaughn's bull dog pricked his ears when he heard a sound, but dismissed it a second later.
'Must be the wind' You could imagine the dog thinking.
Jack was struggling to keep sane. Something was awfully wrong with him. There was a force that was demanding he march in there and make Vaughn forget, but the other part of him was saying 'Jack, dont do that! Think about Sydney!'. He didn't understand why it was so hard. What was making it such a difficult decision?
He felt different. He knew that if it had been 1 week earlier, he would have chose Sydney's happiness right now. What had driven him to do this?
Images flicked through his head. There was Irina with a devilish smirk on her face, and she was holding up a pendant. Swaying it in front of his eyes.. back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Just thinking it made Jack's eye lids feel heavy...
Jack straightened, picking up the box, and continued on his mission.
......Will's House......
Will felt like kicking open his door. He made a plan that he would do that when he arrived home. He'd get his leg and just thrust it into the door. Who cares if he left a huge dent. At least it would vent his anger.
As he walked up the front steps to his apartment, he did a double take.
'Where's the door?' he said to himself, as he neared the porch.
The door was flat on the ground. Muddy footprints had walked right over the top of it.
Will cautiously entered, scanning for any further signs of an intruder. Actually, his house looked rather normal now. Everything had been cleaned up for him. But who ever heard of an intruder that cleans up the house? It was insane.
"Is.. someone here?" Will stuttered. He was dead scared, but he was trying to keep a brave front.
"Ah, Mr Tippin" said a man with a posh accent. "I took the liberty of cleaning up this mess for you. Does your house always look like a bomb hit it?"
The man smirked, and removed some papers from his pocket. "Interesting article here. You say alot of incriminating things about SD-6". An evil smile then crossed his face.
Will started to edge backwards. 'Oh no, this guy works from SD-6 and he's going to kill me'
"Wait, Mr Tippin.." the man said, sensing that Will was scared. "My name is Mr Sark. I work for The Man, not SD-6, which I assume you were thinking."
Will relaxed slightly. "The Man?" He said. "What kind of code name is that?"
Mr Sark walked right up to Will and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I understand what you're going through, Mr Tippin" said Sark "Unrequited love is--"
Will cut him off there. "What?? What are you talking about??"
"I'm talking about a certain Bristow.. Miss Sydney Bristow, and her agent friend named Michael Vaughn." Mr Sark removed his hand. "And the fact that she's loving the wrong person. She should love you, right, Mr Tippin?"
Mr Sark was trying to pull his strings. Get him to react. Well it was working.
"She shouldn't be with that creep!!" Will burst out "She should be with me. She's known me since high school.. I've loved her since high school"
He started blabbering about how much he knew about Sydney and cared for her, and Sark just nodded, pretending to listen.
"Mr Tippin, What if I told you that you could have Sydney, and I could get rid of lover-boy?" Mr Sark proposed. 'Yes, you could have Sydney hate you' he thought to himself.'
Mr Sark paused, and remembered the plan that Irina had told him.
"We're going to turn everyone she loves against her. Make her have no one.. and then the only person she can come running to is dear old Mummy. The only one that isn't dead"
Mr Sark looked at Will. The plan was to get him on their side, and make him do some very horrible things to Sydney. Some very horrible things, haha! And then.. once he'd fufilled his duty. They would dispose of him.
"Mr Tippin, I promise you, you can have Miss Bristow, if you come with us. Work with us" Mr Sark eagerly said. "We can put this Vaughn character out of the picture."
Will listened, lapping up every word. It all sounded good. No Vaughn, mean't that Sydney would be free to be with him.
The moment took him. Will laughed and said "Where do I sign?"
Forgetting all about his SD-6 article, Will Tippin followed Mr Sark to the car waiting outside.
.....Sydney resting......
Sydney tosses and turns on her bed, the sheets draping off the side of her bed. She was having a ghastly nightmare. Jack was dead, Will was dead and Vaughn... he was worst than dead. He was in love with another girl.
Sydney sat up, gasping for air. The nightmare had been so vivid, and so real. She could feel the pain as Jack had driven off the side of the cliff, and she remembered the look in his eyes when Will was hung. But ofcourse, it wasn't real. Everyone was fine, she tried to assure herself.
The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts, and she was glad. She picked up the receiver.
"Joey's Pizza?"
Sydney gushed. Just what she needed. A meeting with Vaughn. This would make everything right, everything perfect.
"Wrong number" Sydney said with a smile on her face. She grabbed her keys, and she headed for their meeting place at the warehouse.
Sydney didn't know it but the Vaughn she was about to meet, was not the same Vaughn.
((Dont get worried guys.. I promise there will be a good ending. And I'm a desperate Sydney/Vaughn fan.. so I guess that gives you a hint what will happen, lol...Oh and a note to DoubleAgent, you are quite right. Hypnosis will never ever be strong enough to make Vaughn forget his love for Sydney. Thanks for being a great reviewer!!))
Jack lurked in the bushes out the front of Vaughn's apartment. Donovan, Vaughn's bull dog pricked his ears when he heard a sound, but dismissed it a second later.
'Must be the wind' You could imagine the dog thinking.
Jack was struggling to keep sane. Something was awfully wrong with him. There was a force that was demanding he march in there and make Vaughn forget, but the other part of him was saying 'Jack, dont do that! Think about Sydney!'. He didn't understand why it was so hard. What was making it such a difficult decision?
He felt different. He knew that if it had been 1 week earlier, he would have chose Sydney's happiness right now. What had driven him to do this?
Images flicked through his head. There was Irina with a devilish smirk on her face, and she was holding up a pendant. Swaying it in front of his eyes.. back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Just thinking it made Jack's eye lids feel heavy...
Jack straightened, picking up the box, and continued on his mission.
......Will's House......
Will felt like kicking open his door. He made a plan that he would do that when he arrived home. He'd get his leg and just thrust it into the door. Who cares if he left a huge dent. At least it would vent his anger.
As he walked up the front steps to his apartment, he did a double take.
'Where's the door?' he said to himself, as he neared the porch.
The door was flat on the ground. Muddy footprints had walked right over the top of it.
Will cautiously entered, scanning for any further signs of an intruder. Actually, his house looked rather normal now. Everything had been cleaned up for him. But who ever heard of an intruder that cleans up the house? It was insane.
"Is.. someone here?" Will stuttered. He was dead scared, but he was trying to keep a brave front.
"Ah, Mr Tippin" said a man with a posh accent. "I took the liberty of cleaning up this mess for you. Does your house always look like a bomb hit it?"
The man smirked, and removed some papers from his pocket. "Interesting article here. You say alot of incriminating things about SD-6". An evil smile then crossed his face.
Will started to edge backwards. 'Oh no, this guy works from SD-6 and he's going to kill me'
"Wait, Mr Tippin.." the man said, sensing that Will was scared. "My name is Mr Sark. I work for The Man, not SD-6, which I assume you were thinking."
Will relaxed slightly. "The Man?" He said. "What kind of code name is that?"
Mr Sark walked right up to Will and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I understand what you're going through, Mr Tippin" said Sark "Unrequited love is--"
Will cut him off there. "What?? What are you talking about??"
"I'm talking about a certain Bristow.. Miss Sydney Bristow, and her agent friend named Michael Vaughn." Mr Sark removed his hand. "And the fact that she's loving the wrong person. She should love you, right, Mr Tippin?"
Mr Sark was trying to pull his strings. Get him to react. Well it was working.
"She shouldn't be with that creep!!" Will burst out "She should be with me. She's known me since high school.. I've loved her since high school"
He started blabbering about how much he knew about Sydney and cared for her, and Sark just nodded, pretending to listen.
"Mr Tippin, What if I told you that you could have Sydney, and I could get rid of lover-boy?" Mr Sark proposed. 'Yes, you could have Sydney hate you' he thought to himself.'
Mr Sark paused, and remembered the plan that Irina had told him.
"We're going to turn everyone she loves against her. Make her have no one.. and then the only person she can come running to is dear old Mummy. The only one that isn't dead"
Mr Sark looked at Will. The plan was to get him on their side, and make him do some very horrible things to Sydney. Some very horrible things, haha! And then.. once he'd fufilled his duty. They would dispose of him.
"Mr Tippin, I promise you, you can have Miss Bristow, if you come with us. Work with us" Mr Sark eagerly said. "We can put this Vaughn character out of the picture."
Will listened, lapping up every word. It all sounded good. No Vaughn, mean't that Sydney would be free to be with him.
The moment took him. Will laughed and said "Where do I sign?"
Forgetting all about his SD-6 article, Will Tippin followed Mr Sark to the car waiting outside.
.....Sydney resting......
Sydney tosses and turns on her bed, the sheets draping off the side of her bed. She was having a ghastly nightmare. Jack was dead, Will was dead and Vaughn... he was worst than dead. He was in love with another girl.
Sydney sat up, gasping for air. The nightmare had been so vivid, and so real. She could feel the pain as Jack had driven off the side of the cliff, and she remembered the look in his eyes when Will was hung. But ofcourse, it wasn't real. Everyone was fine, she tried to assure herself.
The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts, and she was glad. She picked up the receiver.
"Joey's Pizza?"
Sydney gushed. Just what she needed. A meeting with Vaughn. This would make everything right, everything perfect.
"Wrong number" Sydney said with a smile on her face. She grabbed her keys, and she headed for their meeting place at the warehouse.
Sydney didn't know it but the Vaughn she was about to meet, was not the same Vaughn.
((Dont get worried guys.. I promise there will be a good ending. And I'm a desperate Sydney/Vaughn fan.. so I guess that gives you a hint what will happen, lol...Oh and a note to DoubleAgent, you are quite right. Hypnosis will never ever be strong enough to make Vaughn forget his love for Sydney. Thanks for being a great reviewer!!))