Sydney looked down and watched Vaughn's chest ever so slightly rise and
fall. She never thought that she would ever see him breathe again. She
relished in the delight it gave her. However she prayed to every higher
power that he would just regain consciousness and open his eyes. She longed
to see his sparkling green eyes once again look into hers. She knew that he
needed to go to a hospital, but Jack had stated earlier that the hospitals
here could not be trusted. Vaughn needed a certified CIA hospital where he
could be protected and treated properly.
Sydney began to fulfill her fathers request and told the story of what had happened. "The plan was working fine for awhile. We got into the club with ease and made our way through the crowd."
***
Sydney smirked as she saw felt Vaughn's arms pushing away the creep who was trying to hit on her. For a brief moment in time, Vaughn was able to protect her in such a way that every boyfriend would protect his girlfriend. Every guy in the room was Vaughn's enemy, and she loved it.
***
Will was now listening intently to Syd's conversation with Jack. It were as if the blinders had been taken off, and for the first time he was seeing the world in which is friend had been involved in for years.
"Vaughn went and scrambled the audio/visual security cameras while I went into the room that held The Circumference. It was huge, I mean, the one I saw last year was so tiny, and this one colossal. I knew that I would have to run fast to make it out of there before the water hit me. So, as planned, I set the explosive after fighting off some of the guards and made it out of the room. And then he came. I don't know why, but he was running down the hallway towards me, and the gushing water that was chasing me stunned him. He was dumbfounded for those vital seconds. I pulled him out of it, but he couldn't keep up with me. There was a door at the end of one of the hallways, and it was closing. I barely made it in the door, and I pulled as hard as I could, but I couldn't hold it open." Fresh tears began to run down her cheeks as she relived one of the many horrific moments of her life. "Dad it was horrible, I watched as the water surrounded him, I saw him take his last breath, and I tried and tried to break the glass with a fire extinguisher, but the door was too strong and it wouldn't break. I saw him motion for me to leave, but he risked his life for me, the least I could do was try and save him." The tears continued streaming down her cheeks.
Jack kept his stern face looking out towards the road. "Well, when you report back to Devlin you had better not get this emotional."
"But dad, this wasn't a CIA mission. You know Vaughn and I weren't even supposed to be here."
"They're going to know, if they don't already, that we exchanged the Rambaldi documents for him. There is no way to avoid that knowledge coming into light. Devlin's going to want a step by step account of what happened. And there already are going to be suspicions as to why Mr. Vaughn would break protocol to help you. If you don't want to have a new handler assigned, I suggest that you pull yourself together by the time we reach the states." His hands gripped the steering wheel as he turned the car on a road that Sydney recognized as the one that lead to the airport where the scheduled plane would be waiting. For the rest of the car ride, Sydney told her father what had happened with her meeting with Irena. She preferred not to use the terminology of "mother".
While they entered the plane's cargo area, Jack carried Vaughn in and placed him on a hospital stretcher while strapping him in so he wouldn't move around much.
Sydney grasped Will's hand tightly as they boarded the plane. "I'm so sorry Will. This is my entire fault, I should have told you, and I should have made sure you had nothing to do with SD-6. I'm so sorry you had to go through what you did." Sydney could see that he was still in pain, but she felt proud at how well he was handling it. She had been in his place before and it was not a place she liked to be.
He gave her a reassuring smile. "Syd this isn't your fault. I chose to keep on the story of SD-6. It was my absurd determination to crack the case that got me to where I was. I'm all right, and you're all right, and your friend is alive. So it wasn't the worst case scenario."
Will saw that look in Sydney's eyes. It was the look she got whenever her friend or "handler" was mentioned. He had no idea what a handler was, but he wasn't too keen on the guy. Sydney's eyes seemed to sparkle a little when he was mentioned. He noticed it the past few months, but didn't know what it meant until now.
Sydney's lips trembled slightly. "I'm so worried for him. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't have come. If he had stuck to CIA policy, he would be home right now, safe. I'm so worried about him. If he doesn't come out of this, I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll be lost." Sydney stared blankly at Jack as he made sure that Vaughn was safe enough.
"You'll still have me. I'll always be here for you." Will gave Sydney a reassuring hug. He knew that whatever bond she and this Vaughn had was not one that he could likely break. He had been wishing for so long that Sydney would someday return his affections, but now he realize that he could settle for being just a friend. Besides, she was going to need his friendship now more than ever. He was still curious as to who this Vaughn guy really was. But he felt that now was not the time to start asking question about him.
On the flight back, Sydney sat holding Vaughn's hand the entire time. She barely ever took her eyes off of him. Thinking that maybe if she turned away, when she looked back he would be gone and she would realize that it was all a dream and that he was really gone.
Several times she thought she felt his hands move slightly. But she saw no signs of change in his face or hands, so she passed it off as wishful thinking.
The only sound the three of them heard was the sounds of the engine humming. Sydney's thoughts focused mainly on what she would tell the CIA when she got back and to Vaughn's smooth hand that was place firmly in hers. Will endlessly soaked in all that had happened to him the past few days. And Jack thought of the fact that his former wife had tried to kill their own daughter by drugging her and placing her next to a ticking bomb. The plane ride was very quiet, however it was anything but peaceful.
Sydney began to fulfill her fathers request and told the story of what had happened. "The plan was working fine for awhile. We got into the club with ease and made our way through the crowd."
***
Sydney smirked as she saw felt Vaughn's arms pushing away the creep who was trying to hit on her. For a brief moment in time, Vaughn was able to protect her in such a way that every boyfriend would protect his girlfriend. Every guy in the room was Vaughn's enemy, and she loved it.
***
Will was now listening intently to Syd's conversation with Jack. It were as if the blinders had been taken off, and for the first time he was seeing the world in which is friend had been involved in for years.
"Vaughn went and scrambled the audio/visual security cameras while I went into the room that held The Circumference. It was huge, I mean, the one I saw last year was so tiny, and this one colossal. I knew that I would have to run fast to make it out of there before the water hit me. So, as planned, I set the explosive after fighting off some of the guards and made it out of the room. And then he came. I don't know why, but he was running down the hallway towards me, and the gushing water that was chasing me stunned him. He was dumbfounded for those vital seconds. I pulled him out of it, but he couldn't keep up with me. There was a door at the end of one of the hallways, and it was closing. I barely made it in the door, and I pulled as hard as I could, but I couldn't hold it open." Fresh tears began to run down her cheeks as she relived one of the many horrific moments of her life. "Dad it was horrible, I watched as the water surrounded him, I saw him take his last breath, and I tried and tried to break the glass with a fire extinguisher, but the door was too strong and it wouldn't break. I saw him motion for me to leave, but he risked his life for me, the least I could do was try and save him." The tears continued streaming down her cheeks.
Jack kept his stern face looking out towards the road. "Well, when you report back to Devlin you had better not get this emotional."
"But dad, this wasn't a CIA mission. You know Vaughn and I weren't even supposed to be here."
"They're going to know, if they don't already, that we exchanged the Rambaldi documents for him. There is no way to avoid that knowledge coming into light. Devlin's going to want a step by step account of what happened. And there already are going to be suspicions as to why Mr. Vaughn would break protocol to help you. If you don't want to have a new handler assigned, I suggest that you pull yourself together by the time we reach the states." His hands gripped the steering wheel as he turned the car on a road that Sydney recognized as the one that lead to the airport where the scheduled plane would be waiting. For the rest of the car ride, Sydney told her father what had happened with her meeting with Irena. She preferred not to use the terminology of "mother".
While they entered the plane's cargo area, Jack carried Vaughn in and placed him on a hospital stretcher while strapping him in so he wouldn't move around much.
Sydney grasped Will's hand tightly as they boarded the plane. "I'm so sorry Will. This is my entire fault, I should have told you, and I should have made sure you had nothing to do with SD-6. I'm so sorry you had to go through what you did." Sydney could see that he was still in pain, but she felt proud at how well he was handling it. She had been in his place before and it was not a place she liked to be.
He gave her a reassuring smile. "Syd this isn't your fault. I chose to keep on the story of SD-6. It was my absurd determination to crack the case that got me to where I was. I'm all right, and you're all right, and your friend is alive. So it wasn't the worst case scenario."
Will saw that look in Sydney's eyes. It was the look she got whenever her friend or "handler" was mentioned. He had no idea what a handler was, but he wasn't too keen on the guy. Sydney's eyes seemed to sparkle a little when he was mentioned. He noticed it the past few months, but didn't know what it meant until now.
Sydney's lips trembled slightly. "I'm so worried for him. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't have come. If he had stuck to CIA policy, he would be home right now, safe. I'm so worried about him. If he doesn't come out of this, I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll be lost." Sydney stared blankly at Jack as he made sure that Vaughn was safe enough.
"You'll still have me. I'll always be here for you." Will gave Sydney a reassuring hug. He knew that whatever bond she and this Vaughn had was not one that he could likely break. He had been wishing for so long that Sydney would someday return his affections, but now he realize that he could settle for being just a friend. Besides, she was going to need his friendship now more than ever. He was still curious as to who this Vaughn guy really was. But he felt that now was not the time to start asking question about him.
On the flight back, Sydney sat holding Vaughn's hand the entire time. She barely ever took her eyes off of him. Thinking that maybe if she turned away, when she looked back he would be gone and she would realize that it was all a dream and that he was really gone.
Several times she thought she felt his hands move slightly. But she saw no signs of change in his face or hands, so she passed it off as wishful thinking.
The only sound the three of them heard was the sounds of the engine humming. Sydney's thoughts focused mainly on what she would tell the CIA when she got back and to Vaughn's smooth hand that was place firmly in hers. Will endlessly soaked in all that had happened to him the past few days. And Jack thought of the fact that his former wife had tried to kill their own daughter by drugging her and placing her next to a ticking bomb. The plane ride was very quiet, however it was anything but peaceful.