Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them, and I'll return them
when I'm through. well everyone but Vaughn ;)
Rating: PG-13
Category: S/V shippyness and some drama as well
Notes: This story takes place post-season finale (yes.another one of those
stories)
"Mr. Tippin, I think you will be much more comfortable if you would allow me give you some pain medication. I've been in your situation before, I know it must still be hurting." Jack held the small pills in his hand that he had retrieved from the first aid kit.
Will shook his head, still not comprehending much of what was going on. "No, no more drugs. No more, no more." Jack looked at the poor boy and couldn't help but feel bad for him. Just being Sydney's friend had cost him so much already. But, he had offered to help, there was little else he could do until he was back in the states where he could receive proper medical attention.
Jack looked anxiously at his watch. "Something went wrong, they are well over their meeting time. Listen, Mr. Tippin, I'm going to have to leave you here in the car while I go in and find Sydney. Do you think you can stay here and not move until I come back?"
"No, no way. I don't want to be alone. Please, let me help. I can help." For the first time since he had seen Will, his eyes lit up in a wild frenzy.
"Are you feeling up to it?" Jack didn't need any more problems, but he figured that Will might feel better knowing that he had helped in any trivial way.
Nodding his head, Will replied anxiously "Yeah, I mean yes. Most of my body is still in shock and my mouth and arms hurt more than words can express, but I can do whatever you need me to do. I want to help, especially if it means getting Sydney out safe."
"Ok, this is how we'll do it."
*** Sydney slowly came out of her unconscious state. All she could remember was her mot.Irena telling her about waiting 30 years for this. 30 years to finish what she had started all those years ago. Sydney had begun to wonder if she had made up all those memories of the mother she had once known and loved. Maybe the entire mental image she used to keep so sacred in her heart was all just a dream. How could she have not sensed her evilness as a child?
It was the thick metal needle being sunk into her skin that broke Sydney from her mental chiding. From there on all she felt was the blackness that had begun to engulfed her.
Now that the drugs were beginning to wear off, she wondered where her mother had gone. Off to her side, she heard the small beeping sound that was actually quite soft, but in Sydney's mind it sounded like a jackhammer pounding into cement pavement. Her arms were still handcuffed to the uncomfortable chair, and she could still taste the blood on her lips from when she fought off the guard and watched Vaughn slip away from her. The memory of his eyes on her, telling her to get away and run would forever haunt her memory.
"Stop the beeping." her eyes flickered open as she saw the small black box sitting by her side, slowly ticking from 1:59. 1:58..1:57. "Shit" She cursed under her breath. Now fully awake, she struggled as hard as she could to release herself from her bondage. Using her tricks of the trade that she had learned along the way, she disjointed her arm and wrist and slipped out from the cuffs. She didn't even bother to try and disengage the bomb, knowing she didn't have the proper wire cutters to do so.
Running as fast as her legs would take her, Sydney soon found herself in the same corridors that she was earlier in with Vaughn. She didn't see a soul in sight as she noticed that all the electronical doors were now open.
She knew that had only about a minute before the explosive would detonate and blow the building to pieces. However she couldn't stop herself from walking on the puddled floors, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would find Vaughn, safe and alive, with that goofy grin on his face waiting for her. Sydney mentally chided herself for being an eternal dreamer.
She yelled "Vaughn" knowing that in return she would only hear the familiar sound of her echoed voice. But that didn't stop her from trying.
At the other end of one of the seemingly endless corridors, she saw a small black spot. She ran to it, hoping for it to be some small part of Vaughn. As she ran, she couldn't help think that her selfishness in finding her mother had brought him here, and it got him killed. After all the things he had done for her, she still wanted more. 'I'm so ungrateful, I should be in his place' her mind raced with expletives for herself.
The black object turned out to be one of Vaughn's black shoes. Slowly she bent over and cradled it in her fingers, tears brimming around her eyes as she bit her quivering bottom lip.
And it was then that she saw him. Out of the corner of her eye, up against the wall of the juxtaposed hall. She sprinted over and saw his lifeless body, she noticed his hair was still wet and quickly tried to think how long she could have been unconscious and drugged for.
Grabbing his arm and one of his legs she was able to swing him over her shoulders. She didn't know whether he was alive or not. She didn't care. She had Vaughn, and if he were infact dead, he didn't deserve to be blown to pieces by a bomb. He deserved a proper funeral with friends, family, loved ones. With only around a half of a minute left she needed to find and exit and get the hell out of there, or else both of them were going to have caskets filled with bricks and weights.
"Mr. Tippin, I think you will be much more comfortable if you would allow me give you some pain medication. I've been in your situation before, I know it must still be hurting." Jack held the small pills in his hand that he had retrieved from the first aid kit.
Will shook his head, still not comprehending much of what was going on. "No, no more drugs. No more, no more." Jack looked at the poor boy and couldn't help but feel bad for him. Just being Sydney's friend had cost him so much already. But, he had offered to help, there was little else he could do until he was back in the states where he could receive proper medical attention.
Jack looked anxiously at his watch. "Something went wrong, they are well over their meeting time. Listen, Mr. Tippin, I'm going to have to leave you here in the car while I go in and find Sydney. Do you think you can stay here and not move until I come back?"
"No, no way. I don't want to be alone. Please, let me help. I can help." For the first time since he had seen Will, his eyes lit up in a wild frenzy.
"Are you feeling up to it?" Jack didn't need any more problems, but he figured that Will might feel better knowing that he had helped in any trivial way.
Nodding his head, Will replied anxiously "Yeah, I mean yes. Most of my body is still in shock and my mouth and arms hurt more than words can express, but I can do whatever you need me to do. I want to help, especially if it means getting Sydney out safe."
"Ok, this is how we'll do it."
*** Sydney slowly came out of her unconscious state. All she could remember was her mot.Irena telling her about waiting 30 years for this. 30 years to finish what she had started all those years ago. Sydney had begun to wonder if she had made up all those memories of the mother she had once known and loved. Maybe the entire mental image she used to keep so sacred in her heart was all just a dream. How could she have not sensed her evilness as a child?
It was the thick metal needle being sunk into her skin that broke Sydney from her mental chiding. From there on all she felt was the blackness that had begun to engulfed her.
Now that the drugs were beginning to wear off, she wondered where her mother had gone. Off to her side, she heard the small beeping sound that was actually quite soft, but in Sydney's mind it sounded like a jackhammer pounding into cement pavement. Her arms were still handcuffed to the uncomfortable chair, and she could still taste the blood on her lips from when she fought off the guard and watched Vaughn slip away from her. The memory of his eyes on her, telling her to get away and run would forever haunt her memory.
"Stop the beeping." her eyes flickered open as she saw the small black box sitting by her side, slowly ticking from 1:59. 1:58..1:57. "Shit" She cursed under her breath. Now fully awake, she struggled as hard as she could to release herself from her bondage. Using her tricks of the trade that she had learned along the way, she disjointed her arm and wrist and slipped out from the cuffs. She didn't even bother to try and disengage the bomb, knowing she didn't have the proper wire cutters to do so.
Running as fast as her legs would take her, Sydney soon found herself in the same corridors that she was earlier in with Vaughn. She didn't see a soul in sight as she noticed that all the electronical doors were now open.
She knew that had only about a minute before the explosive would detonate and blow the building to pieces. However she couldn't stop herself from walking on the puddled floors, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would find Vaughn, safe and alive, with that goofy grin on his face waiting for her. Sydney mentally chided herself for being an eternal dreamer.
She yelled "Vaughn" knowing that in return she would only hear the familiar sound of her echoed voice. But that didn't stop her from trying.
At the other end of one of the seemingly endless corridors, she saw a small black spot. She ran to it, hoping for it to be some small part of Vaughn. As she ran, she couldn't help think that her selfishness in finding her mother had brought him here, and it got him killed. After all the things he had done for her, she still wanted more. 'I'm so ungrateful, I should be in his place' her mind raced with expletives for herself.
The black object turned out to be one of Vaughn's black shoes. Slowly she bent over and cradled it in her fingers, tears brimming around her eyes as she bit her quivering bottom lip.
And it was then that she saw him. Out of the corner of her eye, up against the wall of the juxtaposed hall. She sprinted over and saw his lifeless body, she noticed his hair was still wet and quickly tried to think how long she could have been unconscious and drugged for.
Grabbing his arm and one of his legs she was able to swing him over her shoulders. She didn't know whether he was alive or not. She didn't care. She had Vaughn, and if he were infact dead, he didn't deserve to be blown to pieces by a bomb. He deserved a proper funeral with friends, family, loved ones. With only around a half of a minute left she needed to find and exit and get the hell out of there, or else both of them were going to have caskets filled with bricks and weights.