((Author's Notes: Thanks for the wonderful feedback guys! Again, thanks for
reviewing. You get more ::huggles:: lol. I was very honoured to get a nice
review from Andi Horton since I have loved her stories! Especially the one
where Sydney loses her memory.. anyway, oops, I'm here to write YOU a
story, right? I better get to it.))
Will blinks his eyes, and discovers all he can see is black.
"Im blind!" he screeches in a muffled voice.
He then realises that he has a blanket lying on top of his face, which is causing the darkness and the lack of air.
"Help!" he screams "What's going on!??"
There are sirens screeching, but he hears them stop as he says "Help" again.
Someone unzips the blanket that lay across him and he sucks in all the air he can get.
He lets out a huge sigh of relief. "What the hell happened there?" he says to the paramedic who is staring down at him in pure shock.
"You.. were.. dead" he says, stuttering.
Will remembers what had happened. Sydney's boyfriend-person had shot him, hadn't he? Wasn't it right between the eyes? He had remembered the pain, and he had the biggest headache ever, before everything went black.
"This is not possible..." he whimpered "I should be dead."
The paramedic still had his eyes wide, and was beginning to check his pulse and everything.
"You were not breathing and had no pulse for a total of 5 minutes. Any minute longer.. and you'd be... braindead..." The paramedic began bandaging Will's head maniacally.
"There's a bullet lodged in my brain!!" screeched Will, panicking. "Why the hell did he shoot me?" Will couldnt remember anything that had happened in the 24 hours that lead up that episode. It was really strange.
His reactions were immediately "I've got to warn Sydney! She's in love with a murderer!" Will tried to jump off the stretcher but his head span as he moved.
"There's a bullet lodged in my brain." he drearily repeated.
"We have to get you to ER!" said the paramedic, finally getting over the shock. He signalled the driver to turn the siren back on.
"ER.. bullet..." Will started muttering. The paramedic told him he should try and remain awake, but it was too hard for Will. He was suddenly swept over with extreme exhaustion and he felt his eyelids get heavy... "Nite nite Pandy" he said in a little kid voice.
He was out.
.....Sydney, Vaughn and Jack driving.....
"Will's dead" Sydney said, out of the blue. "My best friend is freakin' dead!"
"I know." Vaughn said in quiet voice. He had hoped she wouldn't mention it again. He felt bad enough already.
"Vaughn, you.. killed my best friend!" Tears began pouring down her face.
Jack was grumpy, he'd had enough for one day. "I thought we've already gone through the tears stage, Sydney. There will be time to mourn properly, later!"
Vaughn turned and glared at Jack. "She's allowed to be sad, Jack."
"I know, I know, but now isn't the time!"
Vaughn turned back to Sydney, and tried to rest a hand on her shoulder as he drove. She shrugged it away. A hurt look crossed his face. Sydney noticed it.
"Oh Im sorry.. Michael" she said, in a hope to comfort him. "I dont blame you, I promise."
Vaughn tried to look a little happier. He nodded and returned full concentration to driving.
Sydney sobbed silently, and thought about things.
"He's dead Sydney, and it's not Vaughn's fault." For once, her subconscious and all the little voices in her brain continued.
She let out a sigh of relief. Vaughn turned to look at her, Sydney letting out a small smile.
"Everything will be okay" Vaughn tried to assure her.
Sydney nodded weakly and then began to think about her mother, and their plan of action.
......Irina's office in LA......
"What do you mean, there are no flights out of LA tonight?" Irina growled at the person on the other end of the line.
"You're telling me that.. there is no way you can get me on a flight to ANYWHERE, tonight?" Irina was getting frustrated.
"Have I already told you how much I'd be willing to pay?"
She listened to the reply, and her face became redder with anger.
"How dare you say that to me!!" She slammed the phone down on to the receiver.
"Sark!" She roared "What's going on!"
Sark swung around on his chair and looked at her, half smiling, half sympathetic.
"Maybe someone's put out a tag on you" he said, only a tiny bit serious.
Irina took him for real. "That must be it... who ever heard of no available flights?"
Irina dug into a locked drawer. It had been locked for the past 20 years, she remembered. It had been the day she'd cast away her life as Laura Bristow and become Irina again.
She opened the drawer and pulled out an old looking passport. Putting on an American accent "Do you think there's any way for Laura Bristow to get her little old passport updated?" and she grinned mischieviously at Sark. Sark returned the grin.
......Still In The Car......
"This has to be the longest car trip I've ever had. Or at least it feels like it." Sydney said, impatiently. She'd gone through the tears stage now, and then the anger. Now she was extremely impatient!
Vaughn kept his eyes on the road until something started vibrating and ringing in his pocket. He almost swerved off the road.
"Careful Agent Vaughn" Jack said from the back seat.
"I dont need a back seat driver, Jack," Vaughn said, and then he began to pull over so he could answer his phone.
"....always obey the law, do you?" Jack muttered under his breath.
Vaughn flipped open his phone.
"Vaughn here."
"You're kidding?"
"What time?"
"Are you sure? There has to be some mistake."
"They can do that?"
"Where? Time?"
"Okay."
He hung up and then turned to Sydney and Jack.
"Umm.." he started. "It's about Irina. It seems she's going to make her way out of the LA.. and soon."
"How can she possibly do that?" Sydney doubted him.
"She has an alias, remember."
"Well ofcourse Vaughn, but we know all her Aliases. We had them blocked!" She huffed.
"All but one, that is."
"What?" Sydney asked, surprised. "But she couldn't use that, it would say..."
"It would say she was PRESUMED dead, Sydney. It never did get closed."
"Oh god... She's going to escape LA as Laura Bristow?"
Jack interrupted. "We shouldn't go getting all worried here. We can intervene her at the airport."
Vaughn and Sydney nodded. They hadn't even thought of that, Sydney had been all ready to give up, then and there.
Doing a u-turn, they headed back, towards the airport.
.......ER......
"There seems to be minor damage to the skull." one nurse said to another.
"Can you believe it? I mean, did you see the size of that bullet?" the next nurse said to another.
"He must be a zombie!" said a little kid, listening on the conversation. The nurses laughed at the kid and then returned back to their work.
The little kid then tugged on the head nurse's arm.
"Scuse me miss.. but.. will that zombie be alright?"
The nurse smiled at the innocence of him. "It looks like it."
((Author's Note: We're getting closer.. and closer.. oooooh))
Will blinks his eyes, and discovers all he can see is black.
"Im blind!" he screeches in a muffled voice.
He then realises that he has a blanket lying on top of his face, which is causing the darkness and the lack of air.
"Help!" he screams "What's going on!??"
There are sirens screeching, but he hears them stop as he says "Help" again.
Someone unzips the blanket that lay across him and he sucks in all the air he can get.
He lets out a huge sigh of relief. "What the hell happened there?" he says to the paramedic who is staring down at him in pure shock.
"You.. were.. dead" he says, stuttering.
Will remembers what had happened. Sydney's boyfriend-person had shot him, hadn't he? Wasn't it right between the eyes? He had remembered the pain, and he had the biggest headache ever, before everything went black.
"This is not possible..." he whimpered "I should be dead."
The paramedic still had his eyes wide, and was beginning to check his pulse and everything.
"You were not breathing and had no pulse for a total of 5 minutes. Any minute longer.. and you'd be... braindead..." The paramedic began bandaging Will's head maniacally.
"There's a bullet lodged in my brain!!" screeched Will, panicking. "Why the hell did he shoot me?" Will couldnt remember anything that had happened in the 24 hours that lead up that episode. It was really strange.
His reactions were immediately "I've got to warn Sydney! She's in love with a murderer!" Will tried to jump off the stretcher but his head span as he moved.
"There's a bullet lodged in my brain." he drearily repeated.
"We have to get you to ER!" said the paramedic, finally getting over the shock. He signalled the driver to turn the siren back on.
"ER.. bullet..." Will started muttering. The paramedic told him he should try and remain awake, but it was too hard for Will. He was suddenly swept over with extreme exhaustion and he felt his eyelids get heavy... "Nite nite Pandy" he said in a little kid voice.
He was out.
.....Sydney, Vaughn and Jack driving.....
"Will's dead" Sydney said, out of the blue. "My best friend is freakin' dead!"
"I know." Vaughn said in quiet voice. He had hoped she wouldn't mention it again. He felt bad enough already.
"Vaughn, you.. killed my best friend!" Tears began pouring down her face.
Jack was grumpy, he'd had enough for one day. "I thought we've already gone through the tears stage, Sydney. There will be time to mourn properly, later!"
Vaughn turned and glared at Jack. "She's allowed to be sad, Jack."
"I know, I know, but now isn't the time!"
Vaughn turned back to Sydney, and tried to rest a hand on her shoulder as he drove. She shrugged it away. A hurt look crossed his face. Sydney noticed it.
"Oh Im sorry.. Michael" she said, in a hope to comfort him. "I dont blame you, I promise."
Vaughn tried to look a little happier. He nodded and returned full concentration to driving.
Sydney sobbed silently, and thought about things.
"He's dead Sydney, and it's not Vaughn's fault." For once, her subconscious and all the little voices in her brain continued.
She let out a sigh of relief. Vaughn turned to look at her, Sydney letting out a small smile.
"Everything will be okay" Vaughn tried to assure her.
Sydney nodded weakly and then began to think about her mother, and their plan of action.
......Irina's office in LA......
"What do you mean, there are no flights out of LA tonight?" Irina growled at the person on the other end of the line.
"You're telling me that.. there is no way you can get me on a flight to ANYWHERE, tonight?" Irina was getting frustrated.
"Have I already told you how much I'd be willing to pay?"
She listened to the reply, and her face became redder with anger.
"How dare you say that to me!!" She slammed the phone down on to the receiver.
"Sark!" She roared "What's going on!"
Sark swung around on his chair and looked at her, half smiling, half sympathetic.
"Maybe someone's put out a tag on you" he said, only a tiny bit serious.
Irina took him for real. "That must be it... who ever heard of no available flights?"
Irina dug into a locked drawer. It had been locked for the past 20 years, she remembered. It had been the day she'd cast away her life as Laura Bristow and become Irina again.
She opened the drawer and pulled out an old looking passport. Putting on an American accent "Do you think there's any way for Laura Bristow to get her little old passport updated?" and she grinned mischieviously at Sark. Sark returned the grin.
......Still In The Car......
"This has to be the longest car trip I've ever had. Or at least it feels like it." Sydney said, impatiently. She'd gone through the tears stage now, and then the anger. Now she was extremely impatient!
Vaughn kept his eyes on the road until something started vibrating and ringing in his pocket. He almost swerved off the road.
"Careful Agent Vaughn" Jack said from the back seat.
"I dont need a back seat driver, Jack," Vaughn said, and then he began to pull over so he could answer his phone.
"....always obey the law, do you?" Jack muttered under his breath.
Vaughn flipped open his phone.
"Vaughn here."
"You're kidding?"
"What time?"
"Are you sure? There has to be some mistake."
"They can do that?"
"Where? Time?"
"Okay."
He hung up and then turned to Sydney and Jack.
"Umm.." he started. "It's about Irina. It seems she's going to make her way out of the LA.. and soon."
"How can she possibly do that?" Sydney doubted him.
"She has an alias, remember."
"Well ofcourse Vaughn, but we know all her Aliases. We had them blocked!" She huffed.
"All but one, that is."
"What?" Sydney asked, surprised. "But she couldn't use that, it would say..."
"It would say she was PRESUMED dead, Sydney. It never did get closed."
"Oh god... She's going to escape LA as Laura Bristow?"
Jack interrupted. "We shouldn't go getting all worried here. We can intervene her at the airport."
Vaughn and Sydney nodded. They hadn't even thought of that, Sydney had been all ready to give up, then and there.
Doing a u-turn, they headed back, towards the airport.
.......ER......
"There seems to be minor damage to the skull." one nurse said to another.
"Can you believe it? I mean, did you see the size of that bullet?" the next nurse said to another.
"He must be a zombie!" said a little kid, listening on the conversation. The nurses laughed at the kid and then returned back to their work.
The little kid then tugged on the head nurse's arm.
"Scuse me miss.. but.. will that zombie be alright?"
The nurse smiled at the innocence of him. "It looks like it."
((Author's Note: We're getting closer.. and closer.. oooooh))