((Author's Note: Miss me? Enjoy the chapter! It may be a little short but Im suffering from permanent-trouble-with-writing-sequels syndrome, lol))

Vaughn ran along the corridor carrying Sydney. He didn't know where he was running, but hopefully towards an exit.

Sydney was slipping in and out of consciousness and Vaughn was extremely concerned.

"I dont wanna lose you again!" Vaughn whimpered to Sydney, as he came to a dead end. He turned around and went back the way he came from.

Sydney opened her eyes briefly and reached up to Vaughn. "I dont wanna lose you either," she mumbled.

"Building Layout," read a sign that caught Vaughn's eye.

Vaughn scanned the sign for a list of exits.

Oh no.. the nearest exit was on the other side of the building. Would Sydney have enough time? Vaughn looked at the sign. It listed a + where the First Aid banks were kept.

There was a First Aid bank a little further down the corridor into a room on the left!

Holding Sydney even tighter, Vaughn struggled to run down the corridor.

"Don't worry Syd, it'll all be fine soon," he tried to say reassuringly.

Vaughn and Sydney came to a chrome door that read "Medical Lab". Vaughn reached for the door handle..

LOCKED.

Vaughn tugged on the door handle, trying to support Sydneys weight with one hand.

"Come on!" he yelled.

Vaughn started to sweat in aggravation. He had to get in there so he could help Sydney.

Looking down at Sydney, Vaughn frowned. He had to save her.. he had to.

Vaughn gently put Sydney down, and propped her up against the wall.

Vaughn backed away and looked down the hallway to his left, and then to his right.

BINGO! A fire extinguisher!!

Vaughn ripped it from it's older and launched it at the door. Hitting it several times, finally the lock broke and he was able to push the door open. Turning back to pick up Sydney, they both walked into the room.

Vaughn almost dropped Sydney when he saw the man staring back at him.

He was dressed in a hospital gown, slumped against a metal table.

"Jack?" Vaughn gaped.

Jack's eyes lit up at the sight of Vaughn.

"Mr Vaughn," Jack commented, trying to remain composed. His eyes wandered to Sydney and he saw the pool of blood forming on the ground. "What on earth? What happened to her!?"

Vaughn looked back down at Sydney, remembering why he was here. "I... she....barbed wire?"

Jack tried to stand up and move closer to Vaughn and Sydney, but again the drips he was attached to stopped him.

Vaughn carried Sydney over to the table and lay her on it. She murmurred "Cold."

"She's going to need stitches," Jack acknowledged.

"There's supposed to be a First Aid bank in here," said Vaughn, scanning the room. There were cupboards in the corner, so he opened them.

He found a bunch of medical supplies... exactly what they needed.. there were syringes, anaesthetic, bandages, and surgical utensils.

"Just grab a needle, some of that thread stuff and anaesthetic." ordered Jack

Vaughn hesitated. "I.. can't stitch up Sydney's hand like this!"

"Fine then, you wont have to. I care for my daughter enough to do it!" retorted Jack.

"We got married." Vaughn said, feeling small.

"Congratulations," Jack said quietly, and he took the equipment from Vaughn.

Vaughn turned around, not wanting to watch as Jack sew up Sydney's hand.

"You can turn around now, Vaughn," Jack suddenly said.

"You mean it's over?" Vaughn said, turning around.

"She shouldn't lose too much more blood now.. but she's going to have to have some pumped into her at a hospital..."

"I hate blood."

"Your cover is at a Blood Bank." retorted Jack.

"Let's get out of here," started Vaughn, swooping to pick up Sydney.

"What about these drips?" Jack said, pointing.

Vaughn peered at the bags. "What is in here?" He disconnected the drips from the bags, and watched as the goo in the bags dripped out on to the floor.

"Gross." stirred Sydney.

Jack with tubes still attached, and Vaughn with Sydney, hurried out of the medical lab.

"Not so fast!!" shouted a voice.. was that an accent?

They turned around to face Sark and his men, with guns pointing directly at them.

"Uh oh"

((I tried not to get too gross.. forgive me...))