Story: Beyond All Limits

Author: Steph (stephanie406@juno.com)

Disclaimer: Don't own Alias, or any characters thus portrayed. It all belongs to JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, etc.

Rating: PG-13 (for now)

Spoilers/Summary : post "After Thirty Years"; Vaughn's alive, and Sydney's been captured

"Do we have a plan here, Syd, or are we just driving around?" Vaughn asked tersely. His right hand gripped the handle above his head next to the car door. His left hand had a similar death grip on the edge of his seat.

Sydney was a maniacal driver, he was discovering, taking hard, fast turns, accelerating quickly, passing the few cars out at this time of night. Well, actually, somewhere in the late early morning hours.

The getaway was looking good… if she didn't kill them first. Or attract the attention of a police car.

Vaughn sighed.

"I rarely, if ever, don't have a plan, Vaughn. And that includes a backup plan, and usually even a backup for the backup." She flashed him a smile that was supposed to convey 'Relax. I've got this all figured out. You're safe with me.'

He got the message all right. But he wasn't relaxing.

She quickly changed lanes again.

Vaughn thought he might be sick.

"So you have a plan and at least one backup. That's great. But I'd kinda like to know what you're up to. You know, partners and all that jazz."

Suddenly, they weren't on the main road anymore. She screeched to a halt, grabbed her cell phone, unbuckled and got out.

"Come one. Phase two to the escape is in that building" she told him, pointing to a dockside warehouse. She closed her care door and began walking, finally taking a split second to pull off that hideous blue wig and toss it back in the general direction of the car.

Vaughn quickly scrambled after her. Did he really have any other choice?

He closed the warehouse door behind him, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he wondered what the hell she was up to now.

On one wall, racks of clothes hung neatly inside clear plastic bags. Shoeboxes were stacked, assumingly by size. Sydney was currently rifling through a trunk, and emerged with a wig in each hand.

"Here" she called, holding one out to him. "We've got to hurry."

"Where are we?" he asked hesitantly, although he certainly had his suspicions.

She confirmed them, telling him "SD-6 costume warehouse". She was now flipping through the racks of clothes.

'Holy mother of God' Vaughn thought.

His reflexes kicked in to catch a pair of jeans Sydney tossed his way, followed in quick succession by a blue dress shirt and a jacket.

And then she started taking off her clothes… that black mesh shirt that hid nothing. The sparkly armband that covered the scar left from Dixon's knife. The pants that clung to her in ways that spawned very bad thoughts in Vaughn's mind. And then, with her back to him, she reached behind her to unclasp the bra that matched those pants in material and spawning bad thoughts.

Sydney Bristow stood less than 10 feed away from him wearing nothing more than a pair of low rising bikini panties. Fire engine red, nonetheless.

Vaughn swallowed hard and quickly spun around and started stripping, trying very hard not to think about both of them standing there wearing next to nothing and with absolutely no intentions of the sexual sort.

Dear God in heaven, someone was out to torture him… very slowly in fact… And it was working too!

Vaughn quickly yanked the jeans up, shrugged into the shirt and jacket, and was buttoning the shirt as he turned around to see a woman that in no way resembled Sydney on the surface. She had curly long auburn hair, was wearing a white tank top and khaki Capri's. She was leaning into a mirror, putting contacts in. Syd had blue eyes now, he noticed when he stepped next to her to look in the mirror as he pulled his wig on. Some shaggy blond thing.

Vaughn grinned at himself when it was finally on right. Except for his eye color, he kind of resembled a thinner version of that blond guy in that one boyband... He thought for a second. Oh yeah! The Backstreet Boys, that was it…

Vaughn had to laugh at that. Who would have thought what a different haircut could do for him?

Suddenly, Sydney had grabbed his hand and was pulling him along behind her again. She stopped and grabbed a random set of keys off a rack, opened a desk drawer and box that seemed to be some kind of petty cash drawer. She emptied it and moved on, pushing the unlock button on the key.

A silver Mercedes' lights blinked as the car unlocked. 'Niiiice choice, Syd' he thought, climbing in next to her.

"Next stop, the airport" she told him, peeling out of the warehouse. She seemed to like doing that.

Assuming it was smooth sailing from here? This could be good. But there was a sick feeling of dread in his stomach, the butterflies letting Vaughn know that this wasn't over yet.

Author's Note: *cackles* oh, my dear dear readers… you will want to kill me sometime in the near future. I have up to chapter 15 written. But that's not what you'll kill me over… A major idea has trickled into my brain, and I'm so going to run with it… mwahaha! Ah, I do love brainstorms, don't you? Hehe… R/R as always!