Disclaimer- It's almost time for QVC, hope they put up Vaughn. Until then,
I don't own him. Damn.
Author's Little Blurb- I like these. In fact I love writing dumb things. But, anyway, I'm actually gonna post more frequently! I know, shocking, isn't it!
Chapter Thirteen
Ties
Sydney awoke, in the darkened room. So it had all been a dream. Vaughn was all right, he hadn't been shot.
"So, you're finally conscious. You're the first one to wake up," came a voice from the corner.
"What are you talking about?"
Sark moved into the light. "Your mother and Agent Vaughn are still unconscious. You'll probably make a full recovery, your vital signs are great, and you don't seem to have any neurological problems."
"Why are my mom and Vaughn unconscious?" Sydney asked, completely confused.
"Cyanide poisoning. Don't you remember?"
Sydney sat back against her bed. So it wasn't a dream. She had really been to Vaughn's house. "Are they all right?"
"Well, your mother's supposed to make a full recovery as well. Agent Vaughn is in a delicate situation. As you probably know, when cyanide is inhaled it can be fatal within a minute. Your Agent Vaughn was introduced to it for almost ten minutes. I have a neurological and poison expert checking up on both of them every hour."
"How do you know all this?"
"I received the order to kill Agent Vaughn as well. I knew that your mother would try to save him, and most likely you as well. When I reached his abode, I found all three of you unconscious."
"So you brought us to the hospital. Why?"
"No, actually you're in my home. I figured it would be odd for me to walk into a hospital with three cyanide patients. Every agency would look into it as a possible terrorist act. Your covers would have been blown."
"Then why did you do it? Save us?"
"Sydney Bristow, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were special. After checking up on you, I learned what you were doing. Trying to take down SD-6, being a double for the CIA. I understand why you're doing it as well. I couldn't let you die without obtaining your goal."
"Who did this to us? Do you know?"
"Ahh. I do, but that is not my story to tell."
"Whose story is it to tell?"
" The story is not one to be told by a human. Only time will tell."
"Please tell me, I have to know," Sydney pleaded.
"Sydney, there are a great many things you don't know. About the world, about yourself."
"And you know these things? What are you Miss Cleo?"
"I know these things, yes."
"Tell me!"
"I suppose I must, who knows when your mother will be in order to tell you. By then, life may have come crashing down upon you."
"So you and my mom know stuff about me, that even I don't know. How convenient."
Sark sat on the bed. "Have you ever heard of a girl named Yekaterina?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty popular name in LA. No, of course not!"
"She's your older half-sister. I'm your older half-brother."
Author's Little Blurb- I like these. In fact I love writing dumb things. But, anyway, I'm actually gonna post more frequently! I know, shocking, isn't it!
Chapter Thirteen
Ties
Sydney awoke, in the darkened room. So it had all been a dream. Vaughn was all right, he hadn't been shot.
"So, you're finally conscious. You're the first one to wake up," came a voice from the corner.
"What are you talking about?"
Sark moved into the light. "Your mother and Agent Vaughn are still unconscious. You'll probably make a full recovery, your vital signs are great, and you don't seem to have any neurological problems."
"Why are my mom and Vaughn unconscious?" Sydney asked, completely confused.
"Cyanide poisoning. Don't you remember?"
Sydney sat back against her bed. So it wasn't a dream. She had really been to Vaughn's house. "Are they all right?"
"Well, your mother's supposed to make a full recovery as well. Agent Vaughn is in a delicate situation. As you probably know, when cyanide is inhaled it can be fatal within a minute. Your Agent Vaughn was introduced to it for almost ten minutes. I have a neurological and poison expert checking up on both of them every hour."
"How do you know all this?"
"I received the order to kill Agent Vaughn as well. I knew that your mother would try to save him, and most likely you as well. When I reached his abode, I found all three of you unconscious."
"So you brought us to the hospital. Why?"
"No, actually you're in my home. I figured it would be odd for me to walk into a hospital with three cyanide patients. Every agency would look into it as a possible terrorist act. Your covers would have been blown."
"Then why did you do it? Save us?"
"Sydney Bristow, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were special. After checking up on you, I learned what you were doing. Trying to take down SD-6, being a double for the CIA. I understand why you're doing it as well. I couldn't let you die without obtaining your goal."
"Who did this to us? Do you know?"
"Ahh. I do, but that is not my story to tell."
"Whose story is it to tell?"
" The story is not one to be told by a human. Only time will tell."
"Please tell me, I have to know," Sydney pleaded.
"Sydney, there are a great many things you don't know. About the world, about yourself."
"And you know these things? What are you Miss Cleo?"
"I know these things, yes."
"Tell me!"
"I suppose I must, who knows when your mother will be in order to tell you. By then, life may have come crashing down upon you."
"So you and my mom know stuff about me, that even I don't know. How convenient."
Sark sat on the bed. "Have you ever heard of a girl named Yekaterina?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty popular name in LA. No, of course not!"
"She's your older half-sister. I'm your older half-brother."