"Headquarters. Now." Jack Bristow's tone was rough. He's never called me at
home before, which leaves a feeling of foreboding. Something's wrong, and
I'd bet on my life it's about Sydney. I hope to god she hasn't been
discovered.
The CIA headquarters is close to my house, but the distance seems miles longer. Different scenarios course through my mind; each one worse than the last.
I hate the damn clearance procedures the CIA put on this building. Jack could already be inside.
Agents give me strange looks as I practically run to the security cameras. There they are. Jack, Sydney...and Will. What the hell is Will doing here?
I approach them quickly, not even attempting to mask my concern.
"What's the matter? Sydney, are you ok?"
"My name is Miranda Spelling. Who are you?"
"Shit."
Sydney has retreated into the back of her mind. I've always been afraid this life would take a toll on her mental capacity, but I always prayed it would never happen. Will must have found her. He showed good sense in calling Jack.
We rush to the hypnotist's room, and I talk to her quietly, explaining the situation. This has to be handled quickly.
I pull Miranda/Sydney aside. I have to explain what's going on so I won't alarm her.
"My name is Michael Vaughn, and I'm a friend of Sydney's. We're going to try to send you back by hypnosis." She stares at me with a slightly amused expression spreading across her features.
She whispers, as if afraid others would hear. "I can feel Sydney's emotions, even though I don't think her thoughts. I don't understand how, but when her father came into the room I felt safe. Walking into this building made me confused. A thousand emotions ran through me. Anger, sadness, anticipation. The strongest emotion I have felt was when I saw you. I may only be 16, but I know what love feels like. Sydney loves you so much it hurts. But there is also confusion; an uncertainty. I know she's holding it all in, so I suspected that you weren't aware. If she couldn't find the courage to tell you, she doesn't have to worry about it anymore."
Her words totally blow my mind.
Sydney loves me?
Miranda/Sydney smiles at me before heading towards the hypnotist. I walk to the room where Jack and Will are in a daze.
Sydney loves me? I've always known we've had more than the average agent/handler relationship. I've even acknowledged that I love her. I never dreamed she returned those feelings.
The hypnotist starts. I seem to be deaf, because I can see their lips moving, but I can't hear anything. A few seconds pass before a question stands out, clear as a bell.
"Tell her everyone she loves is here."
"She says she's not allowed to love the one person she wants to."
I carefully mask my face. If Jack notices something, he'll make sure I never see her again. The hypnotist isn't going to bring Sydney back. She doesn't want to be here. If what Miranda says is true, I'm the only one who can save her. The CIA has figured out how to project one person's thoughts into another's. That's what I have to do. Go into Sydney's mind and drag her back. I stride resolutely towards the hypnotist and explain. I have to talk to her.
The world is dark. In the distance I can see two figures talking to each other. One is a teenager and one is...Sydney. A bruised and battered Sydney. I run towards her. The distance becomes shorter until I come upon her.
"Sydney?"
She looks up from Miranda and I can see the tears glistening off her cheeks. "Vaughn? What are you doing here?"
"Sydney, you need to listen to me. The world needs you. It needs you to save them from the terrors of SD-6."
She shook her head. "I don't care anymore. It just keeps sucking me dry. There's nothing left."
"Yes there is. I see it in you every time we meet. A thirst for life."
"It's gone. All of it."
It's time to get selfish. If she won't come back for the world, maybe she'll come back for me.
"I love you Sydney, and I don't know what I'd do without you. You keep me going, and if you won't come back, neither will I."
My words don't register in her face. Even though my thoughts are the only thing in her mind, I still manage to grab her by the shoulders and shake her.
"Did you hear me? I said I love you. I love you with all of my being. I cannot let you do this to yourself. You are too important in this world, and in my life, to go out like this. You are stronger than this."
My words flare her anger.
"Don't you think I'm tired of being strong? I've had to be strong for the last seven years! Everyday. Be strong for the country, be strong for my friends, and be strong so they don't discover me. I'm just so god damned tired of it all!"
She sinks to the ground, sobbing. I sit down and hold her. She's right. She should be tired. We start rocking, and I make small sounds to soothe her. "Je t'aime.Vous can font le à travers ça. Vous can survivre. Je vous aime à toutes mon coeur."
"Do you love me?"
Her eyes fill with tears that reflect the light, like diamonds. I become aware of a change that has been occurring since I've been here, in her mind. The bruises and the blood are starting to fade. Her wounds are slowly healing. The first teardrop falls before she answers me.
"Yes"
"Them why are you going to kill something that has barely had a chance to grow? Most people don't fall in love until after they've slept together. We haven't even kissed. Don't you think that means something? That we could fall in love because---despite the circumstances? Our love has just begun, and yet you're trying to end it already? Replace the woman I know and love with a 16-year-old girl from Texas? Do you honestly think I'd let you get away with it? I will fight and I will battle, and if I have to drag your stubborn mind out of its shell, I will. Whatever it takes."
"I hate waiting."
"It will be worth it. I swear."
She nods slowly, and everything begins to melt away. She disappears, as well as Miranda, and I become aware of my body again. The light is strong; it makes my eyes water. I glance as Sydney, and notice the diamond tears that are falling in streams. She looks around, and when she finally sees me I smile.
"Welcome back."
**End**
AN: Sorry it took so long for me to post, but I'm writing another fic too. Please review and tell me what you thought! *Duck
The CIA headquarters is close to my house, but the distance seems miles longer. Different scenarios course through my mind; each one worse than the last.
I hate the damn clearance procedures the CIA put on this building. Jack could already be inside.
Agents give me strange looks as I practically run to the security cameras. There they are. Jack, Sydney...and Will. What the hell is Will doing here?
I approach them quickly, not even attempting to mask my concern.
"What's the matter? Sydney, are you ok?"
"My name is Miranda Spelling. Who are you?"
"Shit."
Sydney has retreated into the back of her mind. I've always been afraid this life would take a toll on her mental capacity, but I always prayed it would never happen. Will must have found her. He showed good sense in calling Jack.
We rush to the hypnotist's room, and I talk to her quietly, explaining the situation. This has to be handled quickly.
I pull Miranda/Sydney aside. I have to explain what's going on so I won't alarm her.
"My name is Michael Vaughn, and I'm a friend of Sydney's. We're going to try to send you back by hypnosis." She stares at me with a slightly amused expression spreading across her features.
She whispers, as if afraid others would hear. "I can feel Sydney's emotions, even though I don't think her thoughts. I don't understand how, but when her father came into the room I felt safe. Walking into this building made me confused. A thousand emotions ran through me. Anger, sadness, anticipation. The strongest emotion I have felt was when I saw you. I may only be 16, but I know what love feels like. Sydney loves you so much it hurts. But there is also confusion; an uncertainty. I know she's holding it all in, so I suspected that you weren't aware. If she couldn't find the courage to tell you, she doesn't have to worry about it anymore."
Her words totally blow my mind.
Sydney loves me?
Miranda/Sydney smiles at me before heading towards the hypnotist. I walk to the room where Jack and Will are in a daze.
Sydney loves me? I've always known we've had more than the average agent/handler relationship. I've even acknowledged that I love her. I never dreamed she returned those feelings.
The hypnotist starts. I seem to be deaf, because I can see their lips moving, but I can't hear anything. A few seconds pass before a question stands out, clear as a bell.
"Tell her everyone she loves is here."
"She says she's not allowed to love the one person she wants to."
I carefully mask my face. If Jack notices something, he'll make sure I never see her again. The hypnotist isn't going to bring Sydney back. She doesn't want to be here. If what Miranda says is true, I'm the only one who can save her. The CIA has figured out how to project one person's thoughts into another's. That's what I have to do. Go into Sydney's mind and drag her back. I stride resolutely towards the hypnotist and explain. I have to talk to her.
The world is dark. In the distance I can see two figures talking to each other. One is a teenager and one is...Sydney. A bruised and battered Sydney. I run towards her. The distance becomes shorter until I come upon her.
"Sydney?"
She looks up from Miranda and I can see the tears glistening off her cheeks. "Vaughn? What are you doing here?"
"Sydney, you need to listen to me. The world needs you. It needs you to save them from the terrors of SD-6."
She shook her head. "I don't care anymore. It just keeps sucking me dry. There's nothing left."
"Yes there is. I see it in you every time we meet. A thirst for life."
"It's gone. All of it."
It's time to get selfish. If she won't come back for the world, maybe she'll come back for me.
"I love you Sydney, and I don't know what I'd do without you. You keep me going, and if you won't come back, neither will I."
My words don't register in her face. Even though my thoughts are the only thing in her mind, I still manage to grab her by the shoulders and shake her.
"Did you hear me? I said I love you. I love you with all of my being. I cannot let you do this to yourself. You are too important in this world, and in my life, to go out like this. You are stronger than this."
My words flare her anger.
"Don't you think I'm tired of being strong? I've had to be strong for the last seven years! Everyday. Be strong for the country, be strong for my friends, and be strong so they don't discover me. I'm just so god damned tired of it all!"
She sinks to the ground, sobbing. I sit down and hold her. She's right. She should be tired. We start rocking, and I make small sounds to soothe her. "Je t'aime.Vous can font le à travers ça. Vous can survivre. Je vous aime à toutes mon coeur."
"Do you love me?"
Her eyes fill with tears that reflect the light, like diamonds. I become aware of a change that has been occurring since I've been here, in her mind. The bruises and the blood are starting to fade. Her wounds are slowly healing. The first teardrop falls before she answers me.
"Yes"
"Them why are you going to kill something that has barely had a chance to grow? Most people don't fall in love until after they've slept together. We haven't even kissed. Don't you think that means something? That we could fall in love because---despite the circumstances? Our love has just begun, and yet you're trying to end it already? Replace the woman I know and love with a 16-year-old girl from Texas? Do you honestly think I'd let you get away with it? I will fight and I will battle, and if I have to drag your stubborn mind out of its shell, I will. Whatever it takes."
"I hate waiting."
"It will be worth it. I swear."
She nods slowly, and everything begins to melt away. She disappears, as well as Miranda, and I become aware of my body again. The light is strong; it makes my eyes water. I glance as Sydney, and notice the diamond tears that are falling in streams. She looks around, and when she finally sees me I smile.
"Welcome back."
**End**
AN: Sorry it took so long for me to post, but I'm writing another fic too. Please review and tell me what you thought! *Duck