((Hey guys! Im really glad you're enjoying the story.. And here's the final
twist that some of you have been pleading me to have...))
Jack was finding it extremely hard to breath. His lungs felt like thousands of needles were boaring into them, and his throat had ceased up. Where was he? The room was pitch black. How had he got here? The last thing he remembered was being shot trying to save Sydney and Vaughn.
Jack tried to sit up, but his legs were weak. He had been lying on a very cold metal table, and he'd been covered over with a sheet.
'I'm alive,' thought Jack.
Jack lay back down for a second, trying to breath properly. He felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room for him...
Jack heard a loud ticking invading his ears. He thought he was going mad.. tick, tick, tick, tick..
He glanced at his watch.
'My watch!' thought Jack, and he checked the dial that showed the date.
'What?' thought Jack, 'That's impossible!' The dial showed that it was over a month since he'd last been awake.
Jack tried to sit up again, and managed it. He swung his legs off the table, and stood up. He took a few steps, a bit shaky, and then a few more.. But then he was lurched back and there was an excruciating pain as cords were almost wrenched from him.
'I'm attached to a drip,' thought Jack.
He moved back towards the table. 'This can't be a hospital,' thought Jack, remembering the hard table he had been lying on.
Jack reached out vaguely, searching for the drip.. maybe if he disconnected himself from it, then he could escape.
He wrenched at a few cords, to no avail. He didnt want to risk pulling the wrong cord and having who knows what splurt out everywhere. Ugh, he thought.
'I've got to contact Sydney,' thought Jack. 'Somehow,'
.............Sydney and Vaughn at the US Embassy..............
"My name is Sydney Bristow Vaughn and this is my husband Michael Vaughn. We are American and seek to use your communications." Sydney spoke to the guard the US embassy.
"ID please," requested the guard.
Sydney produced her ID and Vaughn scrambled for his. The guard inspected the IDs.
"Isn't Vaughn a French name?" the guard asked, nosily.
"The ID states that we are both American citizens and that should be enough," Sydney said, annoyed.
Vaughn didn't mind explaining though. "My father was Frenchman and moved to America when I was young. I am an American citizen."
The guard was still frowning, but he opened the gates for them.
Sydney took Vaughn's hand and led him through to the buildings entrance.
"I cant believe it's all gone," said Vaughn, smally, as they walked.
"I know," said Sydney, sending him a sympathetic look.
They reached a counter, produced their CIA documents and the woman there questioned them severely.
"Why are you in France?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"If we were on a mission, we couldn't tell you." Sydney said, narrowing her eyes back.
Vaughn spoke up and quickly said, "We're on our honeymoon."
The woman was finally satisfied, and she let them through.
Sydney and Vaughn arrived in the office, and immediately grabbed the nearest telephone.
"Is this a secure line?" asked Vaughn, at an agent parked at a desk.
"Yep, as secure as a line can ever be," was the agent's reply.
Sydney picked up the receiver but Vaughn took it from her.
"Can I do the explaining?" he asked.
Sydney didn't know why he wanted to do it, but she left him anyway.
Vaughn struck the secretary and Vaughn asked to speak to Eric. He was put through almost straight away, but it took Eric almost 10 rings to pick up.
"Hi Eric, It's Mike," said Vaughn.
"Oh Hey Mike!! How's the honey moon?" was Eric's cheery reply.
"Ah, well that's the thing...." began Vaughn. "There's been a few interruptions. The chalet we were staying at, got blown up."
"What? Blown up? Who the heck did that?"
"I have another surprise for you there. We had a visitor aswell. Noah---"
Eric cut him off. "Sydney's ex!?"
Vaughn cringed. "Yeah, that's the one. He's supposed to be dead, remember?"
"Yeah, whoah, you should really talk to Devlin about this one."
"Yeah, but I just want you to know aswell. Just in case.."
"Ah yeah.. sure man..."
Vaughn continued. "Before the chalet was blown up.. we found a calling card. Remember Sark?"
Eric was flipping through files on the other side. "He's dead too."
"We dont think he is." Vaughn said.
"Whoah.. this is serious. We've got the living dead on our hands. I'm putting you through to Devlin."
Before Vaughn could respond, Eric had put him through to Devlin. Vaughn relayed the whole story to Devlin, but in much more detail.
Devlin wasn't happy, but he didn't seem that surprised. "We've heard that there was activity with Sark's bank accounts, and his men."
"What are we going to do about this, sir?"
Devlin paused for a moment. "Nothing."
"What?"
"Just enjoy your honeymoon."
"But how can we!?" Vaughn exclaimed, "The chalet was blown up!"
Devlin sighed. "I suppose.. and if they are after you.. Alright, let me get things sorted, but I expect you to be at the airport in 1 hour. I'll make the arrangements."
"Sir, thanks."
Vaughn put the phone down, and turned back to Sydney. He smiled a bitter smile. "I guess that's our honeymoon then."
Sydney rested her head on Vaughn's shoulder. "It was a good break.. while it lasted." She kissed him softly on the lips. "We better go now.. c'mon Michael.."
"I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back," Vaughn said quietly. "It's all gone, and I have nothing left."
Sydney squeezed Vaughn's hand tightly. "You have me left." She smiled and kissed him again.
Jack was finding it extremely hard to breath. His lungs felt like thousands of needles were boaring into them, and his throat had ceased up. Where was he? The room was pitch black. How had he got here? The last thing he remembered was being shot trying to save Sydney and Vaughn.
Jack tried to sit up, but his legs were weak. He had been lying on a very cold metal table, and he'd been covered over with a sheet.
'I'm alive,' thought Jack.
Jack lay back down for a second, trying to breath properly. He felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room for him...
Jack heard a loud ticking invading his ears. He thought he was going mad.. tick, tick, tick, tick..
He glanced at his watch.
'My watch!' thought Jack, and he checked the dial that showed the date.
'What?' thought Jack, 'That's impossible!' The dial showed that it was over a month since he'd last been awake.
Jack tried to sit up again, and managed it. He swung his legs off the table, and stood up. He took a few steps, a bit shaky, and then a few more.. But then he was lurched back and there was an excruciating pain as cords were almost wrenched from him.
'I'm attached to a drip,' thought Jack.
He moved back towards the table. 'This can't be a hospital,' thought Jack, remembering the hard table he had been lying on.
Jack reached out vaguely, searching for the drip.. maybe if he disconnected himself from it, then he could escape.
He wrenched at a few cords, to no avail. He didnt want to risk pulling the wrong cord and having who knows what splurt out everywhere. Ugh, he thought.
'I've got to contact Sydney,' thought Jack. 'Somehow,'
.............Sydney and Vaughn at the US Embassy..............
"My name is Sydney Bristow Vaughn and this is my husband Michael Vaughn. We are American and seek to use your communications." Sydney spoke to the guard the US embassy.
"ID please," requested the guard.
Sydney produced her ID and Vaughn scrambled for his. The guard inspected the IDs.
"Isn't Vaughn a French name?" the guard asked, nosily.
"The ID states that we are both American citizens and that should be enough," Sydney said, annoyed.
Vaughn didn't mind explaining though. "My father was Frenchman and moved to America when I was young. I am an American citizen."
The guard was still frowning, but he opened the gates for them.
Sydney took Vaughn's hand and led him through to the buildings entrance.
"I cant believe it's all gone," said Vaughn, smally, as they walked.
"I know," said Sydney, sending him a sympathetic look.
They reached a counter, produced their CIA documents and the woman there questioned them severely.
"Why are you in France?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"If we were on a mission, we couldn't tell you." Sydney said, narrowing her eyes back.
Vaughn spoke up and quickly said, "We're on our honeymoon."
The woman was finally satisfied, and she let them through.
Sydney and Vaughn arrived in the office, and immediately grabbed the nearest telephone.
"Is this a secure line?" asked Vaughn, at an agent parked at a desk.
"Yep, as secure as a line can ever be," was the agent's reply.
Sydney picked up the receiver but Vaughn took it from her.
"Can I do the explaining?" he asked.
Sydney didn't know why he wanted to do it, but she left him anyway.
Vaughn struck the secretary and Vaughn asked to speak to Eric. He was put through almost straight away, but it took Eric almost 10 rings to pick up.
"Hi Eric, It's Mike," said Vaughn.
"Oh Hey Mike!! How's the honey moon?" was Eric's cheery reply.
"Ah, well that's the thing...." began Vaughn. "There's been a few interruptions. The chalet we were staying at, got blown up."
"What? Blown up? Who the heck did that?"
"I have another surprise for you there. We had a visitor aswell. Noah---"
Eric cut him off. "Sydney's ex!?"
Vaughn cringed. "Yeah, that's the one. He's supposed to be dead, remember?"
"Yeah, whoah, you should really talk to Devlin about this one."
"Yeah, but I just want you to know aswell. Just in case.."
"Ah yeah.. sure man..."
Vaughn continued. "Before the chalet was blown up.. we found a calling card. Remember Sark?"
Eric was flipping through files on the other side. "He's dead too."
"We dont think he is." Vaughn said.
"Whoah.. this is serious. We've got the living dead on our hands. I'm putting you through to Devlin."
Before Vaughn could respond, Eric had put him through to Devlin. Vaughn relayed the whole story to Devlin, but in much more detail.
Devlin wasn't happy, but he didn't seem that surprised. "We've heard that there was activity with Sark's bank accounts, and his men."
"What are we going to do about this, sir?"
Devlin paused for a moment. "Nothing."
"What?"
"Just enjoy your honeymoon."
"But how can we!?" Vaughn exclaimed, "The chalet was blown up!"
Devlin sighed. "I suppose.. and if they are after you.. Alright, let me get things sorted, but I expect you to be at the airport in 1 hour. I'll make the arrangements."
"Sir, thanks."
Vaughn put the phone down, and turned back to Sydney. He smiled a bitter smile. "I guess that's our honeymoon then."
Sydney rested her head on Vaughn's shoulder. "It was a good break.. while it lasted." She kissed him softly on the lips. "We better go now.. c'mon Michael.."
"I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back," Vaughn said quietly. "It's all gone, and I have nothing left."
Sydney squeezed Vaughn's hand tightly. "You have me left." She smiled and kissed him again.
