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A/N~ Sorry that the first chapter was so short. I just wanted to know if you guys liked it. More this time, I promise. Believe me, this story is going somewhere. I have a plot. Anyway, thanks to the 3 whole reviews I got. I wouldn't be posting so soon if I didn't get those. Thanx ~ Kate
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Chapter 2 The Rescue
Jack cursed under his breath as he turned onto a street with a lot of traffic. Will was sitting beside him in the passenger seat very swollen and probably uncomfortable as hell. The silence was broken by the ringing of Jack's cell phone. He didn't care who it was, he just wanted to know that Sydney was okay. And as for Vaughn. well, he could go either way.
"Hello?"
"Jack. so nice to talk to you," the familiar cold voice answered.
"Laura?" Jack knew it was her.
"Well, to you, yes. But to others I am known as Irina Derevko. You may have heard that name before," he could hear a cruel smile in her voice.
"What do you want?" He was getting irritated. This woman meant nothing to him anymore, but she was Sydney's mother. That he had no control over.
"I'm calling about your daughter." she let her voice trail off just enough to torture Jack.
"What did you do to Sydney?!" He demanded.
This caught Will's attention and his reporter instincts kicked in instantly.
"What happened to Syd? Where is she?!" Will asked.
Jack covered the receiver and said, "Shut up, and I will find out,"
This silenced Will immediately .
"Tell me, NOW!" Jack yelled. Will thought he was going to explode right there.
"Jack, please, calm down. Do you really think I would hurt Sydney? Our daughter? My own flesh and blood?" Irina was treating him like a child. Jack had had enough.
"Irina," he emphasized, "I know you're heartless, but I don't know how deep that well goes. Now, let's not play games here, shall we? Why did you call me?" Jack was really not in the mood for this.
"I just called to tell you that Sydney is fine, but unconscious. That will make rescuing her a little harder. but we won't get in your way,"
"What are you saying? I can just come over there and get her? You have to be kidding me,"
"I understand your point of view, and believe me, I'm not just letting her go. I've given her something to think about. Don't worry, I'll contact you soon enough," Irina finished and the line went dead.
"Damn it!" Jack was infuriated.
Will looked at jack hopefully. "Well?" he asked. When he got no reply, he tried again. "Jack, is Sydney okay?"
"Yes, Mr. Tippin, she's fine," he answered, slightly annoyed.
Then, Jack swerved and took a sharp right turn down a back alley. This turn sent Will sliding around in his seat.
"God, are you trying to kill me?!" Will yelled, aggravated. As if he hadn't been through enough already, he also had to deal with Sydney's dad, who let's just say, isn't exactly a model father figure.
Jack continued down this long alley. It led to a long, deserted road. They drove in silence for about twenty minutes before they could see the outline of a small plane in the distance. When they drove onto the small air strip, Jack brought the car to an abrupt stop and began giving Will instructions.
"Tell the guard by the stairs that you are Will Tippin. If there are any problems, just tell him that you are with Jack Bristow and he is on his way. Can you handle that?" he asked hurriedly.
"Uh, yeah, I think I can handle that," Will replied annoyed.
With that, Will got out of the car and Jack sped away. Will walked over to the guard by the stairs to the plane as directed. The guard looked up at him and studied Will's face. He was bloody and swollen. Definitely a sight to see.
"Name?" the guard asked. He looked like he couldn't have been less interested.
"Uh, Will Tippin," He answered and watched as the guard checked over his clip board. Then, as an after thought, Will added, "I'm with Jack Bristow,"
The guard looked up at him immediately and then stepped aside.
"Thanks," Will said. 'Great. Even guards are afraid of Jack. I'm lucky to be alive.' He thought sarcastically.
Will made his way to the top of the stairs. He pushed apart the curtains that separated the flight attendants compartment and the passenger compartment. He chose a seat on the isle a few rows back so he could see when Sydney got there. He had been up for more than forty-eight hours. Chances that he would be awake when she got there were slim to none. He slowly let his eyes close and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his mouth.
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Jack sped away from the plane towards a dense forest. If his memory served him correctly, there was supposed to be a dirt road here that would lead directly to the back of the club where Sydney was. Sure enough, it was there and Jack sped towards it. About fifteen minutes later, the trees began to grow sparse and he was out of the forest. In the distance, he could see the silhouette of a large building. He parked the car and reached over to the glove box. He pulled out a piece of paper and got out of the car. He stood there for a moment and studied the piece of paper; the map of the club. He pulled his gun and ran off to the rear entrance of the building.
He got nearer and could see a small piece of paper taped to the door. He walked up to it and ripped it from the door. It read:
Jack, If you are reading this, you have successfully reached my club. Good work! I am not here at the moment which is too bad. I would have loved to see you again after all these years, but I have a flight to catch in a few hours. You will notice once you go inside that my guards are gone too. I do not need this location any longer so it will be sold to the highest bidder in a few months. You may want to look into that. This building may be useful to you.
Jack shoved the paper into his coat pocket and kicked down the door. He slowly looked around. There were no guards to be seen. He walked down the deserted hallway and saw on the door of the surveillance room was another piece of paper.
Jack, As you may already know, this is the surveillance room. Here you will find security cameras to show you where Sydney is. She is no longer handcuffed to her chair. I felt it would be better for you if she wasn't.
Jack put this paper in his pocket as well and continued into the room. When he entered, he saw a wall of monitors. Ho began scanning them for any sign of Sydney and Vaughn. For all he knew, this could all be one big set up. About fifteen monitors into his search, he saw a hallway. It was deserted other than what looked like a person lying on the floor. He was wearing a long black leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days. The person looked tall, about six feet. He had broad shoulders and short hair. There was no doubting who this person was. He looked at the bottom right-hand corner of the screen where he noticed a set of numbers; 153-727. He quickly looked at the map and noticed similar numbers by rooms and hallways. He grabbed a pen from a nearby desk and wrote down the numbers to the hallway Vaughn was in. He continued scanning the monitors for Sydney. Finally, he came to a screen with a woman lying on a bed, undoubtedly unconscious. He glanced at the corner of that screen and wrote down the numbers of her room; 153-951. Jack then quickly traced his route on the map. First, he would go to Vaughn and then he would go to Sydney.
Jack quickly left the room and headed down the hallway. He came to a hallway that had puddles of water everywhere. Turning right at the end of that hallway, Jack saw Vaughn lying on the floor. Praying that he was just unconscious, he cautiously walked over to Vaughn and kneeled down beside him. Jack turned him over onto his back.
Just as Jack did this, Vaughn began to cough. Vaughn looked up at Jack and asked, "Where's Sydney?" in a rather raspy voice.
"We're going there next," Jack helped Vaughn to his feet. Jack led the way down the hallway towards Sydney's room.
They got to the door and, once again, there was a note on the door. Jack pulled it off and read it.
Jack, You have reached Sydney's room. I'm sure that by now you have discovered the fate of lover boy. So sad, really it is. Sydney seemed to express certain emotions towards this man. It is a shame that he had to go that way, and right before Sydney's eyes. She had dealt with death before, but to be in love with a man that was killed because of your actions must be difficult. I am aware of the deaths of Daniel Hecht and Noah Hicks, but I feel that this was different. I have known for sometime about the meetings in the warehouse and have been intrigued to know more about this man. He seemed to be Sydney's confidant. Someone she could trust. I am deeply sorry that she had to lose such a close friend. On a lighter note, I am greatly thankful for the document on the Circumference. Please tell Mr. Tippin that I am sorry about the pain inflicted upon him. I didn't mean for the situation to take that road so quickly, but the information was greatly needed. That specific operation was not run by myself, but by a Mr. Sark. He is compassionate about his work, but not as patient as I would like. In the room, you will find an envelope. Enclosed are documents to be seen by Sydney's eyes only. I am sure that you will respect these boundaries. Until we speak again.
~Irina Derevko
Jack crammed the note into his pocket and kicked the door in. Jack stood back as Vaughn rushed in to Sydney's side. He watched as Vaughn knelt down beside her. He was acting as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't almost been killed. Vaughn softly brushed hair out of her face and touched her lip where the blood was. Jack swiftly moved into the room and picked up the envelope that was on the table as Irina had promised. Vaughn scooped Sydney up into his arms and held her close to him. Jack nodded to Vaughn and with one last look at the room, they left.
Vaughn followed Jack the entire way to the car in silence. When they did get to the car, Jack opened the back door for Vaughn and Sydney. Vaughn slid into the back and held Sydney to his chest. He watched her the entire way to the plane. She looked so peaceful. All he wanted was for her to wake up. He wanted to look into her beautiful brown eyes again. When he was trapped behind that door, he just looked at Sydney. Taking in her every feature. That's when he knew--- if it was his time, he was ready. The last thing he would ever see was the most beautiful , smart, caring woman he had ever laid eyes on, and that was what he wanted.
They pulled onto the air strip. Jack got out and opened Vaughn's door. He got out and followed Jack to the guard that was standing in front of the stairs to the plane. He heard Jack say their names and allowed Vaughn and Sydney to go up to the plane.
Vaughn got to the top of the stairs and entered the passenger's compartment. That's when he saw him. A man who Vaughn assumed to be Will was standing in front of him, bloody, swollen, and rather unhappy looking.
"What did you do to Syd?!" he demanded.
"I didn't do anything to Sydney. I-" He was cut off by Will.
"Who are you?!" He asked, annoyed.
"I'm Michael Vaughn. I'm Sydney's CIA case handler. I look after Sydney for a living. She is my responsibility and I wouldn't ever let anything happen to her. Without me she would be dead right now. Any more questions?" Vaughn asked, irritated.
When Vaughn got no answer from a slightly scared Will, he placed Sydney down on a chair.
"You should stay with her. Someone should be here when she wakes up," he said, trying not to let his irritation show.
Will nodded and sat down beside her. Vaughn got off the plane in search of Jack. He found him standing by his car. He was reading a piece of paper that looked like the one they had found on the door of Sydney's room. When Vaughn walked up to him, Jack hurriedly put the paper in his pocket.
They stood together in silence for a moment before Vaughn spoke.
"That Will is a piece of work,"
"Did he give you any trouble?"
"He started asking me a million questions like it was twenty questions or something. He is really over protective,"
"What did you tell him?" Jack asked, looking out at the plane.
"I told him the truth. That I'm Sydney's CIA handler and she's my responsibility. That she'd be dead without me. He seemed pretty taken aback by that," Vaughn added.
There was a silence and Jack broke it.
"You're probably going to be removed as Sydney's case handler," he was still looking out tat he plane.
"Yeah," Vaughn looked down at his feet, "I know,"
"Vaughn," Jack looked up at him, "I will do everything in my power to stop that from happening,"
Vaughn looked up at Jack questioningly.
Jack answered his look. "Sydney needs you. You don't need to be a psychic to see that she can't get through this without you. You've done more than your job to help Sydney. Others may say that you are too emotionally attached to my daughter, but I disagree. You are doing your job, and you are damn good at it,"
Before Vaughn could say anything, Jack quickly added, "Our flight is in about twenty minutes. I suggest you find a seat on the plane,"
Vaughn just nodded and walked towards the plane. **************************************************************************** *********
Sydney felt a dull throbbing pain in her upper arm. Her eyes slowly opened and were greeted by a bright light. She looked around and saw Will sitting next to her; fast asleep. She sighed and looked at him. He looked awful. It looked like he had been on a one way trip to hell but scalped tickets home. His face around his mouth was really puffy, swollen and red. He had a black eye in his left eye and there was blood all over him. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep.
A few minutes later she heard someone get on the plane. She didn't even bother to open her eyes. Sydney knew there was going to be the nagging hope in the back of her mind that it would be Vaughn but she didn't want to put herself through the agony of the real world. **************************************************************************** *********
Vaughn walked up the steps of the plane and looked at Sydney. She was still asleep, and Will was too. He let himself fall into the chair and he closed his eyes. He desperately needed sleep. **************************************************************************** *********
Sydney finally gave up on sleeping and stubbornly opened her eyes. She glanced around the plane and noticed one other person. She could only see a little of him. He was wearing a long black leather jacket. Almost exactly like the one Vaughn had been wearing. Her stomach did a cartwheel. He had broad shoulders and dirty blonde hair. She wanted to scream but nothing would come out. She slowly got out of her seat and began to walk towards him. **************************************************************************** *********
Vaughn opened his eyes, surrendering. There was no way he could get to sleep. Not under these circumstances. Then he realized that he probably looked like crap. He got up to go to the bathroom and found himself face to face with Sydney. **************************************************************************** *********
~A/N~ Okay guys, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I originally wrote this part completely different. I added a lot of stuff. There is a surprise coming up later. I mean, a lot later. I have the main idea down, but I haven't gotten all of the kinks worked out yet. So, let me know what you think. I look forward to your reviews! Remember, reviews keep the chapters coming! Thanx~ Kate
A/N~ Sorry that the first chapter was so short. I just wanted to know if you guys liked it. More this time, I promise. Believe me, this story is going somewhere. I have a plot. Anyway, thanks to the 3 whole reviews I got. I wouldn't be posting so soon if I didn't get those. Thanx ~ Kate
PS ~ Review review review!!!
Chapter 2 The Rescue
Jack cursed under his breath as he turned onto a street with a lot of traffic. Will was sitting beside him in the passenger seat very swollen and probably uncomfortable as hell. The silence was broken by the ringing of Jack's cell phone. He didn't care who it was, he just wanted to know that Sydney was okay. And as for Vaughn. well, he could go either way.
"Hello?"
"Jack. so nice to talk to you," the familiar cold voice answered.
"Laura?" Jack knew it was her.
"Well, to you, yes. But to others I am known as Irina Derevko. You may have heard that name before," he could hear a cruel smile in her voice.
"What do you want?" He was getting irritated. This woman meant nothing to him anymore, but she was Sydney's mother. That he had no control over.
"I'm calling about your daughter." she let her voice trail off just enough to torture Jack.
"What did you do to Sydney?!" He demanded.
This caught Will's attention and his reporter instincts kicked in instantly.
"What happened to Syd? Where is she?!" Will asked.
Jack covered the receiver and said, "Shut up, and I will find out,"
This silenced Will immediately .
"Tell me, NOW!" Jack yelled. Will thought he was going to explode right there.
"Jack, please, calm down. Do you really think I would hurt Sydney? Our daughter? My own flesh and blood?" Irina was treating him like a child. Jack had had enough.
"Irina," he emphasized, "I know you're heartless, but I don't know how deep that well goes. Now, let's not play games here, shall we? Why did you call me?" Jack was really not in the mood for this.
"I just called to tell you that Sydney is fine, but unconscious. That will make rescuing her a little harder. but we won't get in your way,"
"What are you saying? I can just come over there and get her? You have to be kidding me,"
"I understand your point of view, and believe me, I'm not just letting her go. I've given her something to think about. Don't worry, I'll contact you soon enough," Irina finished and the line went dead.
"Damn it!" Jack was infuriated.
Will looked at jack hopefully. "Well?" he asked. When he got no reply, he tried again. "Jack, is Sydney okay?"
"Yes, Mr. Tippin, she's fine," he answered, slightly annoyed.
Then, Jack swerved and took a sharp right turn down a back alley. This turn sent Will sliding around in his seat.
"God, are you trying to kill me?!" Will yelled, aggravated. As if he hadn't been through enough already, he also had to deal with Sydney's dad, who let's just say, isn't exactly a model father figure.
Jack continued down this long alley. It led to a long, deserted road. They drove in silence for about twenty minutes before they could see the outline of a small plane in the distance. When they drove onto the small air strip, Jack brought the car to an abrupt stop and began giving Will instructions.
"Tell the guard by the stairs that you are Will Tippin. If there are any problems, just tell him that you are with Jack Bristow and he is on his way. Can you handle that?" he asked hurriedly.
"Uh, yeah, I think I can handle that," Will replied annoyed.
With that, Will got out of the car and Jack sped away. Will walked over to the guard by the stairs to the plane as directed. The guard looked up at him and studied Will's face. He was bloody and swollen. Definitely a sight to see.
"Name?" the guard asked. He looked like he couldn't have been less interested.
"Uh, Will Tippin," He answered and watched as the guard checked over his clip board. Then, as an after thought, Will added, "I'm with Jack Bristow,"
The guard looked up at him immediately and then stepped aside.
"Thanks," Will said. 'Great. Even guards are afraid of Jack. I'm lucky to be alive.' He thought sarcastically.
Will made his way to the top of the stairs. He pushed apart the curtains that separated the flight attendants compartment and the passenger compartment. He chose a seat on the isle a few rows back so he could see when Sydney got there. He had been up for more than forty-eight hours. Chances that he would be awake when she got there were slim to none. He slowly let his eyes close and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his mouth.
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Jack sped away from the plane towards a dense forest. If his memory served him correctly, there was supposed to be a dirt road here that would lead directly to the back of the club where Sydney was. Sure enough, it was there and Jack sped towards it. About fifteen minutes later, the trees began to grow sparse and he was out of the forest. In the distance, he could see the silhouette of a large building. He parked the car and reached over to the glove box. He pulled out a piece of paper and got out of the car. He stood there for a moment and studied the piece of paper; the map of the club. He pulled his gun and ran off to the rear entrance of the building.
He got nearer and could see a small piece of paper taped to the door. He walked up to it and ripped it from the door. It read:
Jack, If you are reading this, you have successfully reached my club. Good work! I am not here at the moment which is too bad. I would have loved to see you again after all these years, but I have a flight to catch in a few hours. You will notice once you go inside that my guards are gone too. I do not need this location any longer so it will be sold to the highest bidder in a few months. You may want to look into that. This building may be useful to you.
Jack shoved the paper into his coat pocket and kicked down the door. He slowly looked around. There were no guards to be seen. He walked down the deserted hallway and saw on the door of the surveillance room was another piece of paper.
Jack, As you may already know, this is the surveillance room. Here you will find security cameras to show you where Sydney is. She is no longer handcuffed to her chair. I felt it would be better for you if she wasn't.
Jack put this paper in his pocket as well and continued into the room. When he entered, he saw a wall of monitors. Ho began scanning them for any sign of Sydney and Vaughn. For all he knew, this could all be one big set up. About fifteen monitors into his search, he saw a hallway. It was deserted other than what looked like a person lying on the floor. He was wearing a long black leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days. The person looked tall, about six feet. He had broad shoulders and short hair. There was no doubting who this person was. He looked at the bottom right-hand corner of the screen where he noticed a set of numbers; 153-727. He quickly looked at the map and noticed similar numbers by rooms and hallways. He grabbed a pen from a nearby desk and wrote down the numbers to the hallway Vaughn was in. He continued scanning the monitors for Sydney. Finally, he came to a screen with a woman lying on a bed, undoubtedly unconscious. He glanced at the corner of that screen and wrote down the numbers of her room; 153-951. Jack then quickly traced his route on the map. First, he would go to Vaughn and then he would go to Sydney.
Jack quickly left the room and headed down the hallway. He came to a hallway that had puddles of water everywhere. Turning right at the end of that hallway, Jack saw Vaughn lying on the floor. Praying that he was just unconscious, he cautiously walked over to Vaughn and kneeled down beside him. Jack turned him over onto his back.
Just as Jack did this, Vaughn began to cough. Vaughn looked up at Jack and asked, "Where's Sydney?" in a rather raspy voice.
"We're going there next," Jack helped Vaughn to his feet. Jack led the way down the hallway towards Sydney's room.
They got to the door and, once again, there was a note on the door. Jack pulled it off and read it.
Jack, You have reached Sydney's room. I'm sure that by now you have discovered the fate of lover boy. So sad, really it is. Sydney seemed to express certain emotions towards this man. It is a shame that he had to go that way, and right before Sydney's eyes. She had dealt with death before, but to be in love with a man that was killed because of your actions must be difficult. I am aware of the deaths of Daniel Hecht and Noah Hicks, but I feel that this was different. I have known for sometime about the meetings in the warehouse and have been intrigued to know more about this man. He seemed to be Sydney's confidant. Someone she could trust. I am deeply sorry that she had to lose such a close friend. On a lighter note, I am greatly thankful for the document on the Circumference. Please tell Mr. Tippin that I am sorry about the pain inflicted upon him. I didn't mean for the situation to take that road so quickly, but the information was greatly needed. That specific operation was not run by myself, but by a Mr. Sark. He is compassionate about his work, but not as patient as I would like. In the room, you will find an envelope. Enclosed are documents to be seen by Sydney's eyes only. I am sure that you will respect these boundaries. Until we speak again.
~Irina Derevko
Jack crammed the note into his pocket and kicked the door in. Jack stood back as Vaughn rushed in to Sydney's side. He watched as Vaughn knelt down beside her. He was acting as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't almost been killed. Vaughn softly brushed hair out of her face and touched her lip where the blood was. Jack swiftly moved into the room and picked up the envelope that was on the table as Irina had promised. Vaughn scooped Sydney up into his arms and held her close to him. Jack nodded to Vaughn and with one last look at the room, they left.
Vaughn followed Jack the entire way to the car in silence. When they did get to the car, Jack opened the back door for Vaughn and Sydney. Vaughn slid into the back and held Sydney to his chest. He watched her the entire way to the plane. She looked so peaceful. All he wanted was for her to wake up. He wanted to look into her beautiful brown eyes again. When he was trapped behind that door, he just looked at Sydney. Taking in her every feature. That's when he knew--- if it was his time, he was ready. The last thing he would ever see was the most beautiful , smart, caring woman he had ever laid eyes on, and that was what he wanted.
They pulled onto the air strip. Jack got out and opened Vaughn's door. He got out and followed Jack to the guard that was standing in front of the stairs to the plane. He heard Jack say their names and allowed Vaughn and Sydney to go up to the plane.
Vaughn got to the top of the stairs and entered the passenger's compartment. That's when he saw him. A man who Vaughn assumed to be Will was standing in front of him, bloody, swollen, and rather unhappy looking.
"What did you do to Syd?!" he demanded.
"I didn't do anything to Sydney. I-" He was cut off by Will.
"Who are you?!" He asked, annoyed.
"I'm Michael Vaughn. I'm Sydney's CIA case handler. I look after Sydney for a living. She is my responsibility and I wouldn't ever let anything happen to her. Without me she would be dead right now. Any more questions?" Vaughn asked, irritated.
When Vaughn got no answer from a slightly scared Will, he placed Sydney down on a chair.
"You should stay with her. Someone should be here when she wakes up," he said, trying not to let his irritation show.
Will nodded and sat down beside her. Vaughn got off the plane in search of Jack. He found him standing by his car. He was reading a piece of paper that looked like the one they had found on the door of Sydney's room. When Vaughn walked up to him, Jack hurriedly put the paper in his pocket.
They stood together in silence for a moment before Vaughn spoke.
"That Will is a piece of work,"
"Did he give you any trouble?"
"He started asking me a million questions like it was twenty questions or something. He is really over protective,"
"What did you tell him?" Jack asked, looking out at the plane.
"I told him the truth. That I'm Sydney's CIA handler and she's my responsibility. That she'd be dead without me. He seemed pretty taken aback by that," Vaughn added.
There was a silence and Jack broke it.
"You're probably going to be removed as Sydney's case handler," he was still looking out tat he plane.
"Yeah," Vaughn looked down at his feet, "I know,"
"Vaughn," Jack looked up at him, "I will do everything in my power to stop that from happening,"
Vaughn looked up at Jack questioningly.
Jack answered his look. "Sydney needs you. You don't need to be a psychic to see that she can't get through this without you. You've done more than your job to help Sydney. Others may say that you are too emotionally attached to my daughter, but I disagree. You are doing your job, and you are damn good at it,"
Before Vaughn could say anything, Jack quickly added, "Our flight is in about twenty minutes. I suggest you find a seat on the plane,"
Vaughn just nodded and walked towards the plane. **************************************************************************** *********
Sydney felt a dull throbbing pain in her upper arm. Her eyes slowly opened and were greeted by a bright light. She looked around and saw Will sitting next to her; fast asleep. She sighed and looked at him. He looked awful. It looked like he had been on a one way trip to hell but scalped tickets home. His face around his mouth was really puffy, swollen and red. He had a black eye in his left eye and there was blood all over him. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep.
A few minutes later she heard someone get on the plane. She didn't even bother to open her eyes. Sydney knew there was going to be the nagging hope in the back of her mind that it would be Vaughn but she didn't want to put herself through the agony of the real world. **************************************************************************** *********
Vaughn walked up the steps of the plane and looked at Sydney. She was still asleep, and Will was too. He let himself fall into the chair and he closed his eyes. He desperately needed sleep. **************************************************************************** *********
Sydney finally gave up on sleeping and stubbornly opened her eyes. She glanced around the plane and noticed one other person. She could only see a little of him. He was wearing a long black leather jacket. Almost exactly like the one Vaughn had been wearing. Her stomach did a cartwheel. He had broad shoulders and dirty blonde hair. She wanted to scream but nothing would come out. She slowly got out of her seat and began to walk towards him. **************************************************************************** *********
Vaughn opened his eyes, surrendering. There was no way he could get to sleep. Not under these circumstances. Then he realized that he probably looked like crap. He got up to go to the bathroom and found himself face to face with Sydney. **************************************************************************** *********
~A/N~ Okay guys, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I originally wrote this part completely different. I added a lot of stuff. There is a surprise coming up later. I mean, a lot later. I have the main idea down, but I haven't gotten all of the kinks worked out yet. So, let me know what you think. I look forward to your reviews! Remember, reviews keep the chapters coming! Thanx~ Kate