AN: This is a serious of very short introspectives from different people as
they react to Syd's car going into the drink. The first is Weiss, all the
rest are labeled in the chapter titles. In a way, it weaves together in a
story as we see each person at a later point on the timeline.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would have better things to do than write fic and wonder how I got to be so lucky that my boss looks like Michael Vartan.
It's been a long day. And not just an ordinary long day either, this was a break the law in more ways than I can count long day. I'm an officer with the CIA, I'm supposed to be upholding the law. But today I broke someone out of federal custody and then aided and abetted the fugitive.
Why am I talking like some pretentious lawyer? I helped Sydney Bristow get away from the FBI, plain and simple. I did it because not because I know she's innocent, but because I know Vaughn believes that and he needs a chance to prove it.
I have to say I'm loving the adrenaline rush. It's not everyday you steal your best friend's girlfriend away from the FBI. Yeah, I know they're not dating and probably never will in the traditional sense, but those two are more "together" than half the couples I know.
Right now I'm on my way to the employee lounge for a cup of coffee. I know I'll need the caffeine before this night is over. Someone left the TV on again… I'm about to turn it off, uninterested by yet another high speed chase, but then I realize something. I recognize the car.
Forgetting about the coffee, I race back toward Vaughn's office. "You have to see this!" I insist as I turn on the small TV he keeps there.
"What are you doing?" he asks in bewilderment and irritation.
"Look at this… do you see what's happening here?" I ask as I gesture wildly at the screen.
He glances at it and looks at me with a bored expression. "Yeah, it's a car chase, big deal."
"Look at the car Michael."
I can tell the exact moment he realizes what's going on. His face turns white and he utters one word. "Merde," he whispers as he sinks back into his seat.
We sit in silence as we watch the scene unfold. There's no way out for Syd, we both know that. The only thing we don't know is how it's going to end.
Fifty yards from the ocean she stops, surrounded. The police get out of their cars and train their weapons on her. Holding our breath, we wait for her to get out of the car. After an interminable pause, she does the unthinkable.
Sydney Bristow just drove into the Pacific. One glance at Vaughn's tortured expression and I know exactly what he's thinking. He's thinking this is his fault.
But it's my fault too. I should have tried to stop him from doing it, instead of helping him. I should have tried to tell him that it's possible that the prophecy is true. Months ago when I saw him begin to love her, I should have told Devlin and had him removed as her handler.
My best friend just lost his agent, and it's my fault.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would have better things to do than write fic and wonder how I got to be so lucky that my boss looks like Michael Vartan.
It's been a long day. And not just an ordinary long day either, this was a break the law in more ways than I can count long day. I'm an officer with the CIA, I'm supposed to be upholding the law. But today I broke someone out of federal custody and then aided and abetted the fugitive.
Why am I talking like some pretentious lawyer? I helped Sydney Bristow get away from the FBI, plain and simple. I did it because not because I know she's innocent, but because I know Vaughn believes that and he needs a chance to prove it.
I have to say I'm loving the adrenaline rush. It's not everyday you steal your best friend's girlfriend away from the FBI. Yeah, I know they're not dating and probably never will in the traditional sense, but those two are more "together" than half the couples I know.
Right now I'm on my way to the employee lounge for a cup of coffee. I know I'll need the caffeine before this night is over. Someone left the TV on again… I'm about to turn it off, uninterested by yet another high speed chase, but then I realize something. I recognize the car.
Forgetting about the coffee, I race back toward Vaughn's office. "You have to see this!" I insist as I turn on the small TV he keeps there.
"What are you doing?" he asks in bewilderment and irritation.
"Look at this… do you see what's happening here?" I ask as I gesture wildly at the screen.
He glances at it and looks at me with a bored expression. "Yeah, it's a car chase, big deal."
"Look at the car Michael."
I can tell the exact moment he realizes what's going on. His face turns white and he utters one word. "Merde," he whispers as he sinks back into his seat.
We sit in silence as we watch the scene unfold. There's no way out for Syd, we both know that. The only thing we don't know is how it's going to end.
Fifty yards from the ocean she stops, surrounded. The police get out of their cars and train their weapons on her. Holding our breath, we wait for her to get out of the car. After an interminable pause, she does the unthinkable.
Sydney Bristow just drove into the Pacific. One glance at Vaughn's tortured expression and I know exactly what he's thinking. He's thinking this is his fault.
But it's my fault too. I should have tried to stop him from doing it, instead of helping him. I should have tried to tell him that it's possible that the prophecy is true. Months ago when I saw him begin to love her, I should have told Devlin and had him removed as her handler.
My best friend just lost his agent, and it's my fault.