1 "Freedom of Forgiveness"
CORRECTION: In scene one I put that she had driven her car into the ocean in the middle of February, I meant March, just test'n ya! Oh and it might not have BEEN in March, but for my story it was, OKAY??? OK!!!
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but if JJ wanted to will it to me, I'd take it!
[Thoughts are in brackets, sorry I haven't figured out how to get the "Italics" to transfer over]
Scene 2
…Darkness, wetness, chaos, and furry; Sydney sat clutching onto the sides of the tiny lifeboat named "Guardian Angel". Blinded by the stinging, salty, seawater that now was choking her, as it slapped her in the face. Just when she'd recover from one blow, and had a chance to catch her breath, it would hit her again.
The worst part was that she couldn't see it, it was faceless, formless, and she could never tell where it was coming from, but it always came, to knock the breath out of her, threatening her life, her sanity. She tried to fight it, to push it away, to scoop the water out of the small boat that was slowly going down. She cried out for help, but the storm was so loud that even SHE couldn't hear her own screams.
She was sure she was crying, but even her own tears betrayed her, as they joined the other salty soldiers trying to destroy her. They were winning. The fight began to leave her, her arms lost their strength, and she lost the will to fight. She laid down in the lifeboat, allowing the water to overtake them both, the boat seemed just as willing, and loyal, not leaving her to drown alone. The captain was going down with the ship, or was it the other way around? She didn't know; she surrendered to the storm allowing it to rage around her, she drifted of to sleep, praying she'd die while unconscious...
Peacefulness. Golden warmth, she could feel it on her skin, and like tiny fingers, it was trying to pry her eyes open, but she didn't want to wake. [It's a dream; I don't want to return to the land of the living, the land of the killing.] Softness, the blankets had dried. Stillness, the storm had stopped. Her lifeboat had found land; it had saved her from drowning!
Sounds, no more screams, sweet sounds. The wind was whispering, it was calling her, someone was calling her…
"Sydney…"
Her eyes fluttered open, looking towards the light where a figure stood in front of it, rays seemed to be shooting out from, well, whoever it was. Who was it? Those eyes, she knew those eyes. She began to smile but stopped short. The eyes had a face, and a halo of shoulder length, blonde hair.
[Is she an angel? Have I died?]
She tried to get control of her disoriented senses, when her eyes adjusted she realized that the person sitting next to her definitely wasn't Vaughn. With a burst of energy she tried to sit up, but found it a bit of a struggle, her arm still felt like Jello. The woman moved to help her. Once settled against the headboard Sydney sat shocked, to stunned to speak the thoughts that were filling her head. [Who are you and why do you have Michael's eyes, it you've harmed him, I swear…]
"Well good AFTERNOON Sleeping Beauty!"
Sugary sweetness, genuine goodness, something completely new to Sydney. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be angry and alert or warm and welcoming. Something about this woman made her think it was the later, but the International Double Agent in her said to be guarded, so she responded with a half smile and a nervous look around the room.
"Oh I'm sorry sweety, I'm Michelle Vaughn… Michael's mother."
CORRECTION: In scene one I put that she had driven her car into the ocean in the middle of February, I meant March, just test'n ya! Oh and it might not have BEEN in March, but for my story it was, OKAY??? OK!!!
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but if JJ wanted to will it to me, I'd take it!
[Thoughts are in brackets, sorry I haven't figured out how to get the "Italics" to transfer over]
Scene 2
…Darkness, wetness, chaos, and furry; Sydney sat clutching onto the sides of the tiny lifeboat named "Guardian Angel". Blinded by the stinging, salty, seawater that now was choking her, as it slapped her in the face. Just when she'd recover from one blow, and had a chance to catch her breath, it would hit her again.
The worst part was that she couldn't see it, it was faceless, formless, and she could never tell where it was coming from, but it always came, to knock the breath out of her, threatening her life, her sanity. She tried to fight it, to push it away, to scoop the water out of the small boat that was slowly going down. She cried out for help, but the storm was so loud that even SHE couldn't hear her own screams.
She was sure she was crying, but even her own tears betrayed her, as they joined the other salty soldiers trying to destroy her. They were winning. The fight began to leave her, her arms lost their strength, and she lost the will to fight. She laid down in the lifeboat, allowing the water to overtake them both, the boat seemed just as willing, and loyal, not leaving her to drown alone. The captain was going down with the ship, or was it the other way around? She didn't know; she surrendered to the storm allowing it to rage around her, she drifted of to sleep, praying she'd die while unconscious...
Peacefulness. Golden warmth, she could feel it on her skin, and like tiny fingers, it was trying to pry her eyes open, but she didn't want to wake. [It's a dream; I don't want to return to the land of the living, the land of the killing.] Softness, the blankets had dried. Stillness, the storm had stopped. Her lifeboat had found land; it had saved her from drowning!
Sounds, no more screams, sweet sounds. The wind was whispering, it was calling her, someone was calling her…
"Sydney…"
Her eyes fluttered open, looking towards the light where a figure stood in front of it, rays seemed to be shooting out from, well, whoever it was. Who was it? Those eyes, she knew those eyes. She began to smile but stopped short. The eyes had a face, and a halo of shoulder length, blonde hair.
[Is she an angel? Have I died?]
She tried to get control of her disoriented senses, when her eyes adjusted she realized that the person sitting next to her definitely wasn't Vaughn. With a burst of energy she tried to sit up, but found it a bit of a struggle, her arm still felt like Jello. The woman moved to help her. Once settled against the headboard Sydney sat shocked, to stunned to speak the thoughts that were filling her head. [Who are you and why do you have Michael's eyes, it you've harmed him, I swear…]
"Well good AFTERNOON Sleeping Beauty!"
Sugary sweetness, genuine goodness, something completely new to Sydney. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be angry and alert or warm and welcoming. Something about this woman made her think it was the later, but the International Double Agent in her said to be guarded, so she responded with a half smile and a nervous look around the room.
"Oh I'm sorry sweety, I'm Michelle Vaughn… Michael's mother."