Part 3
Archive: Tell me where first
Disclaimer: I don't own any Alias characters, those are owned by J.J. Abrams.
Sydney kept running even though the pain was severe. She glances down to see what happened.
"Fuck," Sydney swore.
Lifting the cell phone to her ear. "I've been shot in the leg."
A muffled sound returns which sounded almost like "Shit!" The voice became clear again. "Can you still run?"
"Yes, although in great pain. I'll see you at the extraction point."
Putting the phone back into her pocket she started sprinting as fast as she could with her wounded leg. More gunfire rang out, but it was from a distance, and missed her by a fair bit. The gunfire stops. She glances back to see no one in sight.
I've lost them, She thought.
She slowed down slightly to catch her breath and to conserve her energy, but she knew that the sooner she gets medical attention the better off she will be. Taking a quick peek she glanced down at her leg she could see where the bullet had entered, and her pants up to her kneecap was stained and dripping with blood leaving a trail down the road. Sydney groans, knowing that she had to keep a grueling speed to the extraction point. Speeding up she started sprinting again, the pain getting worse with each stride. Ahead she saw a black van that looked like it could be CIA extraction team. As she got closer her thoughts were confirmed. The back door flew open and 2 CIA agents armed with guns and bulletproof vests got out. In the middle was Weiss looking worried, but happy when she came running up.
"I'm…I'm here," Sydney spurts out before she faints from the pain.
"Get her to a hospital and fast!" Weiss yells to the driver. The 2 agents pick up Sydney's limp body and pile back into the van and they were off.
* * *
Sydney's eyes flash open to reveal a very blurry room. Blinking once the room came a little more into focus. A couple more blinks and the room came into sharp focus. She was in a fairly big room with only a few pieces of furniture. She was currently lying on a bed with pink sheets covering her. There was also a side table with a lamp turned on. There was a smallish window in the corner closest to her right, but it was pitch black outside of it. A kitchenette with a dinner table and two chairs could be seen, and a chair in the opposite corner with Weiss fast asleep in it. Suddenly remembering what happened, she flung back the sheet to reveal 2 legs, one bandaged up and one clear.
"Thank God," she mutters to herself.
Swinging her legs out over the edge of the bed she prepares to put weight onto her injured leg. Pushing herself out of bed and onto her leg she expected a great amount of pain, but the pain wasn't there. It was like she was never injured. She worked her way over to Weiss.
"Weiss. Wake up," She said quietly so not to shock him too much.
His eyes flutter open. A look of fear crossed his face briefly, but when he realized it was only Sydney there, he relaxed.
"Sydney! Thank God you're up again!"
"Yes. I feel much better now. Thanks for saving my life."
"It's my job to keep you safe until you can disappear from SD-6 and meet back with your handler."
"Where are we right now?"
"We're currently in San Francisco. We've had quite a week waiting for you to come out of the coma."
"Coma? Week? What happened?" Sydney was very confused. "I remember running and seeing the van, and that's it."
"When you got to the van you immediately passed out from the amount of running you did and from loss of blood. We got you to the nearest hospital and they managed to save your leg. The doctor said that if we were another 5 minutes they probably would have to cut off the leg. However by the time the bullet was removed, you had lost even more blood and ended up slipping into a coma. At this point the CIA stepped in and released you, fearing that SD-6 might try to kill you in the hospital while you were in the coma. You were then driven here where the sheets have been monitoring your vital signs to make sure you didn't die. When you first got here you were given an IV drip and blood. The blood was given over the first day or so, while the IV drip was just removed about 2 hours ago. The sheets are actually a new invention that will measure your heart and breathe rate among other things. The men in the other room, including doctors, have been keeping a close eye on you though all of this."
Sydney spun around and noticed the mirror-window directly over the bed.
"So what's going to happen to me now?"
"Since you lost a lot of time, we have made arrangements to fly you to the end of the journey. Although we will have to wait a couple more days before you'll be well enough to fly."
"Why didn't you fly me immediately instead of sending me on this long journey which nearly killed me?"
"We have reports that Sloane recently acquired the technology to track any plane in the sky. It still might seem risky but it shouldn't be now. As far as your father knows, Sloane has no idea where you are. It happens that the CIA got you out of the hospital just in time. The CIA has reports that SD-6 has checked every hospital within about 50km for you, but turned up nothing. For all he knows you're in Russia right now, or dead in some back alley from blood loss."
"Good, but how will we take SD-6 down now?" Sydney questioned with relief and joy showing in her voice knowing that she was safe.
Weiss caught it. "Just because Sloane has lost your trail doesn't mean he doesn't have agents out trying to reclaim your trail. You're not safe and will be forced to watch your back. As far as SD-6, Vaughn, Jack, and some other CIA agents are currently back in LA planning on how it will be achieved. It will be done. We don't want to put all the work you did for nothing."
"Good," was the only word Sydney could come up with.
"Now, get back to bed. The sooner you're rested and well enough to fly, the sooner we complete this mission."
She nodded her agreement and headed back to bed.
* * *
The next couple days were probably the calmest in Sydney's life since she became a spy. She spent 16-18 hours a day in bed sleeping, catching up on all the sleep she missed. The rest of the time she either read books that Weiss brought to her, looked out the small window in the corner where the sun came in and roasted everything, eating food, or thinking about Vaughn. Over the past couple days Weiss was visiting in shorts and a t-shirt instead of his usual crisp suit. This was because there was a heat wave passing over all of the West Coast. It was almost 40?C out in the shade, but when it's very humid and you're in direct sunlight, you would melt from the heat. 4 days after Sydney woke up from her coma Weiss walks in and tosses her a bag with clothes.
"Here, we leave in about an hour. The costume is very simple. It is a blue bikini swimsuit with a long white translucent skirt. Your hair is going to be tied back into a ponytail with a magenta tip about 5cm up. The rest is going to be a very light brown, almost blonde in colour. Everything you need is in that bag."
"Good. I really didn't want to get into black or something thick," Sydney smiles as she flings the bag over her shoulder and heads to the bathroom.
An hour later Sydney emerges completely changed with the blue bikini and the skirt looking stunning on her. The new ponytail was bobbing around with every step with the light brown looking good on her, and the magenta tip just added to it. Weiss had also changed into some fresh clothes. He smiled.
"Looking good. You'll also be very comfortable outside in that, and where we're going. Knowing Vaughn, he'll think you're beyond beautiful."
Sydney blushed and gave a huge grin. "Thanks."
"The car will be here in a moment to take us to the airport. You ready to do this Sydney?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. Does SD-6 still has no idea?"
"They know that you didn't die, but that's all your father knows currently."
"Didn't think they'd figure I was dead for very long."
A car could be heard pulling up outside the house. Weiss and Sydney headed out together and got in. It was a big new BMW, silver, and had enough room to seat 6 comfortably. Sydney got into the back seat while Weiss got into the front seat.
"To the airport please Frank," Weiss said to the driver.
Immediately the car pulled away and they were off. San Francisco looked gorgeous, but everyone they saw outside looked very uncomfortable. Sydney was nice and cool and glad that her clothes were so light. For the next 30 minutes they drove around, the sound of airplanes coming and going getting louder.
"Now, when we get to the airport Frank will take us directly to the airplane. I suggest you go and get on the plane right away. I have to go and file our flight plan."
"Okay," Sydney said with her mind wandering.
The airport was in sight now and Frank turned onto the main airport road. Before long he turned again onto a side road which led to a hanger. Inside the hanger there was a plane. It was a small unidentifiable leer jet that was just pure white. Getting out of the BMW Sydney just stared. She had never seen a CIA jet before.
"Something wrong Sydney?" Weiss asked, noticing Sydney staring.
"I just thought that a CIA jet would be labeled…" Sydney started.
"Not this one," Weiss smiled. "Now, I'll be back in a couple minutes. I'd suggest you just get aboard and wait there."
Weiss headed out the door at the back of the hanger. The door closed with a bang behind him. Sydney sighed and watched the BMW pull out onto the road and headed off into the distance the same way they came. Instead of getting on the airplane, she walked a little distance away from the hanger into the sun. There was a very slight breeze, enough to move her dress. She gets lost in her thoughts.
How did I get caught up in this life? She thinks. All my life I live in lies, deception, and secrets from everyone to everyone. Will and Francie don't even know what I do every day, risking my life for Sloane who I despise. The only person I can confide within is Vaughn, and he isn't exactly here right now.
These thoughts go on. Weiss returns through the same door he left, and immediately sees Sydney standing in the sun, her skirt blowing slightly.
"Sydney?" Weiss yells, but gets no response.
Walking over to Sydney he could see she was off in her own world. He touches her shoulder to get her attention. She looks back startled and realizes it was only Weiss, she turns back.
"Lets go Sydney, Vaughn is waiting for you."
Sydney let out a big sigh and turned to Weiss with a big grin on her face that felt fake to Sydney.
"Yes, let's," she walked off towards the plane before Weiss can stop her.
Shaking his head he runs to catch up with Sydney. The stairs to the cabin are already down. Sydney climbs them first followed by Weiss. Once aboard she heard the door close and the engines start up. Weiss appeared and sat down across from her.
"I just chatted with the pilot. He says the flight to Seattle will be about 2 hours. This plane has a good supply of food and some good movies we could watch if you want to."
"Thanks," Sydney said.
The plane started moving just then. The aircraft started taxiing out to the runway. It felt like it took forever to get out to the runway. All the planes wanted to take off delayed them. It was almost 11 when they finally got clearance to take off.
"CIA jets even have to wait in line I see," Sydney remarked after the long wait.
"Since we're taking as many precautions to keep you safe, we aren't marked as a CIA flight. We're marked as a private jet for a business trip to Seattle."
The plane sped down the runway, gaining air flight quickly.
Here we go, Sydney thought as the ground falls away. Let's hope SD-6 doesn't catch on and track this flight.
The higher they flew the less Sydney worried and the more relaxed she got.