Chapter 7
Vaughn and Will were shocked. Neither one understood what exactly had happened, but they could clearly see the hatred in Sydney's eyes.
"Syd, is he..." Will ventured.
"Dead? No, unfortunately. Vaughn, you get Khasinau. Will help me with..." she wasn't sure what to call him now. "Help me with my dad."
"Syd, what was that about?"
"I'm sorry Will, I know that you're really confused right now, you too Vaughn, I'll explain everything when we get back to the plane.
Will was surprised when he went to help Syd carry Jack. He'd expected to have to carry the majority of Jack's weight. He was wrong. She unbelievably strong, and he could see every one of her muscles rippling through the meshed shirt she was wearing. Why didn't I notice how fit she was?
Sydney could see that Will was gawking at her, and it made her uncomfortable. "Will." He quickly looked up, and for the second time in less than 20 minutes, she saw him blush. Then she remembered the speech that he'd given in the safehouse. "...I just love you." Oh no, she thought how could this happen? What are you thinking, Will! This can't go on, he'll only get hurt. She gave Will a reproachful glance, and continued to get Jack, and the rest of them, safely to the Jeep.
"Vaughn, Will, you two go ahead and change. Make sure that you get all that blood off, and see if you can get dad's wound to stop bleeding. Hurry, I'm going to need plenty of time to get rid of this hair, and all of this blood."
The two wasted no time following her orders. It stung their pride a little to be bossed around, but they knew that Sydney had done this many times before.
"Hold on!" Syd started the Jeep and peeled out of the warehouse. "Make sure Khasinau is secured!" She glanced in the mirror just as Vaughn stripped off his shirt. She couldn't keep her eyes off his well-built body. She looked away just in time to see that there was a turn. She swung the Jeep around just missing the wall. "Sorry! Everybody alright?"
"Yeah. It's your turn, Syd." She turned around and saw Vaughn standing beside her, wearing one of his work suits.
"Hey, I'm gonna need your help," she whispered mischievously. She smiled when he raised his eyebrows in question. "I've got blood on my back." She said it seriously, but he could see that she was smiling.
"What about Will?"
"He'll drive. I can't let him help. I think he's in love with me."
"Yeah, I noticed that," Vaughn said, clearly bothered."
"Will!"
"Yeah?"
"You've got to drive."
"What? I--but I don't know the way."
"Just keep going straight, we'll be done before you need to turn off," Vaughn said.
Syd and Vaughn headed to the back. "I'll let you know when I need your help." She took off her sorry excuse for a shirt, and began to wash off her mother's blood. "I wish her blood was as easy to get out of me as it is to get off.
"Syd..."
"I know, I know." She turned and gave him a small smile. "O.K., I need you now." She handed him the wet cloth and continued talking. "Get the rest of it while I lose this insane wig." She could barely concentrate on anything except Vaughn's hand on her shoulder, and the way he was gently scrubbing her back. She glanced over her shoulder at him and could tell that he was just as affected by it as she was. He flashed her a nervous grin and she turned back around. When she did so she saw Will starring at her in the rear view mirror, he was obviously hurt. She looked away from his gaze. Using a mirror, she finally got her wig off and then sent Vaughn back to the front to take the wheel.
Vaughn and Will were shocked. Neither one understood what exactly had happened, but they could clearly see the hatred in Sydney's eyes.
"Syd, is he..." Will ventured.
"Dead? No, unfortunately. Vaughn, you get Khasinau. Will help me with..." she wasn't sure what to call him now. "Help me with my dad."
"Syd, what was that about?"
"I'm sorry Will, I know that you're really confused right now, you too Vaughn, I'll explain everything when we get back to the plane.
Will was surprised when he went to help Syd carry Jack. He'd expected to have to carry the majority of Jack's weight. He was wrong. She unbelievably strong, and he could see every one of her muscles rippling through the meshed shirt she was wearing. Why didn't I notice how fit she was?
Sydney could see that Will was gawking at her, and it made her uncomfortable. "Will." He quickly looked up, and for the second time in less than 20 minutes, she saw him blush. Then she remembered the speech that he'd given in the safehouse. "...I just love you." Oh no, she thought how could this happen? What are you thinking, Will! This can't go on, he'll only get hurt. She gave Will a reproachful glance, and continued to get Jack, and the rest of them, safely to the Jeep.
"Vaughn, Will, you two go ahead and change. Make sure that you get all that blood off, and see if you can get dad's wound to stop bleeding. Hurry, I'm going to need plenty of time to get rid of this hair, and all of this blood."
The two wasted no time following her orders. It stung their pride a little to be bossed around, but they knew that Sydney had done this many times before.
"Hold on!" Syd started the Jeep and peeled out of the warehouse. "Make sure Khasinau is secured!" She glanced in the mirror just as Vaughn stripped off his shirt. She couldn't keep her eyes off his well-built body. She looked away just in time to see that there was a turn. She swung the Jeep around just missing the wall. "Sorry! Everybody alright?"
"Yeah. It's your turn, Syd." She turned around and saw Vaughn standing beside her, wearing one of his work suits.
"Hey, I'm gonna need your help," she whispered mischievously. She smiled when he raised his eyebrows in question. "I've got blood on my back." She said it seriously, but he could see that she was smiling.
"What about Will?"
"He'll drive. I can't let him help. I think he's in love with me."
"Yeah, I noticed that," Vaughn said, clearly bothered."
"Will!"
"Yeah?"
"You've got to drive."
"What? I--but I don't know the way."
"Just keep going straight, we'll be done before you need to turn off," Vaughn said.
Syd and Vaughn headed to the back. "I'll let you know when I need your help." She took off her sorry excuse for a shirt, and began to wash off her mother's blood. "I wish her blood was as easy to get out of me as it is to get off.
"Syd..."
"I know, I know." She turned and gave him a small smile. "O.K., I need you now." She handed him the wet cloth and continued talking. "Get the rest of it while I lose this insane wig." She could barely concentrate on anything except Vaughn's hand on her shoulder, and the way he was gently scrubbing her back. She glanced over her shoulder at him and could tell that he was just as affected by it as she was. He flashed her a nervous grin and she turned back around. When she did so she saw Will starring at her in the rear view mirror, he was obviously hurt. She looked away from his gaze. Using a mirror, she finally got her wig off and then sent Vaughn back to the front to take the wheel.