BULLETPROOF.
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: Here's chapter two! Feedback is really appreciated! This one is much longer then number one, hopefully they can stay this way :) Thank you SOOOO much for the reviews! I never expected that many! Please ready and review, though :) Enjoy!
P.S. Check out http://alias.fan-atic.org for my Alias website, including fan fiction!
Spoilers: None, as of yet.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (Two words....not mine)
Disclaimer: Two more words. Not mine!
Category: It's not really set after anything...just a alternate I guess, Sydney/Vaughn side-series, really.
Chapter Two : Japan.
After five long hours in the back of a Japanese airplane, three on-flight movies, four plastic meals, and enough memories to last a lifetime, Sydney touched ground. Slone needed a disc that contained information he needed to keep SD-6 on top. Sydney was to retrieve that by going to Japan, sneaking into a party, and getting upto the owner's room to steal that disc. Sydney didn't know how he would read it, anyways. She knew very well Sloane didn't understand Japanese. To tell the whole truth, he didn't have a very good ear for languages.
The counter-mission was simply to copy the disc on her way back to the United States. Simple enough. Vaughn hadn't even had to accompany her this time, as he normally did on counter-missions.
Sydney stepped onto the pavement, and immediately fell into a deep red car for her to use. She was already dressed in her disguise, a gold mini-skirt, black bra and see through shirt, blonde wig, and pounds of makeup. And of course the boots. The knee-high, lace up boots she couldn't walk one foot in.
Slipping the key into the ignition, Sydney sped off. 'Now or never!' she thought to herself, turning on the street the party was located at. The headset she could talk to both SD-6 and Vaughn with, crackled. Looking down, she saw it was Vaughn's office number on the caller i.d attached to her belt. Quickly pulling the car across the street, she pulled the window up, hoping the black window coating would do it's work. This mic was bugged so that Vaughn could hear everything, but Sloane's messages were delayed several seconds and Vaughn okay-ed them.
" Hello?" she whispered, knowing the car wasn't bugged. She didn't feel too well, however.
" Sydney! Sydney, can you hear me?!" Vaughn yelled over the earpiece. Static cut him up, but Sydney could hear the most part. She jumped when his voice echoed into his ear.
" Yeah Vaughn! What's the matter?" Sydney asked, unbuckling her seatbelt. She looked across the street, her eyebrows knotting when she saw the host (or in other words, the man with the disc) of the party jump into a car and jump away. Something wasn't right, she knew it.
" Sydney I need you to get out of the house, get off of the block, get the farthest you can away from the house!" he yelled. Sydney jumped, not knowing this would come out of his mouth. Sydney panicked for a moment, her hands shaking so fast she couldn't get the keys into the ignition. When she did, the car didn't start. It moaned and groaned, but the engine refused to start. " Sydney!"
" Vaughn the car won't start!"
" Get out of the car! Get out of the car and run!" he yelled. Sydney breathed quickly, jumping out of the car and trying her best to run down the street block. Her heals were thinking otherwise, though. Her ankle snapped sideways, and she dropped to the ground. Sydney knew something was wrong when her ankle felt as though it were on fire.
---
(Fifteen Minutes Before.......)
" Agent Vaughn, I have Jack Bristow on the phone." Vaughn immediately picked up the phone, never tearing his eyes away from his computer screen. Sydney checked in with him every few moments. She would keep doing this until she was out of the house, disc in hand.
" Hello?" Vaughn said into the reciever, immediately Jack's voice seemed panicked.
" Is Sydney still looking for that disc?"
" Yeah, she just got there. Why?"
" Get her out! Get her out of the area as soon as possible! Sloan is blowing up the building in twenty-three minutes, Vaughn! There is no disc. Sydney has been set up."
---
BOOOM.
Sydney felt something hit her rib cage. Something blew up. And she was stuck in the middle of it.
As soon as she had heard her ankle snap, something had exploded. Sydney used her arms to pull herself as far away as possible, but it didn't work. She was only fifty-or-so feet from where the explosion was. Her car was, without a doubt, totalled. Sydney felt another piece of the wreckage smash her head.
" Vaughn? Are you there?" she whispered, feeling the dust coat her throat. She didn't know if her mic still worked or not. All she could hear was his innocent party guests screaming from inside the house, and out. 'Wait a minute...' Sydney realized there was no house. It had been blown up.
" SYDNEY! SYDNEY! SHIT! ARE YOU THERE?" Vaughn's screams echoed down her ear canals, initially making her jump. Even though hell was literally happening all around her, she couldn't help but smile. 'Always the worrier.'
" Yeah Vaughn, I'm here. I'm hurt. I snapped my ankle, and got hit by debris."
" How bad are you hurt? Can you walk at all? Sydney, I need you out of that area, NOW."
" I can't walk Vaughn, I can't. My ankle is snapped. I'm about to black out from the pa-"
The last thing Sydney remembered was the feeling of cold cement colliding with the side of her head.
---
Vaughn stared at the tiny microphone, unable to speak. Sydney......what had happened to her? Immediately jumping back to life, he called the private jet he was able to use on emergancy occasions such as this. And hell, this was an emergancy. Sydney was blacked out, in danger of her life, in the middle of Japan.
He had to do something.
---
The same black car drove back down the street, surveying the damage his boss had done. His face contorted slightly, looking at all the innocent people who's lives were lost.
" That's it, boss. I think that's her." the husky man broke the silence, pointing to a woman with blonde hair among the dirtied floor.
" Yeah, let's see that photo again." the husky man handed him a color photo.
" That her, boss?"
" Bingo. Call Slone, tell her she's as good as dead."
" Yes sir."
---
The instant Vaughn's plane landed, he had been on his way to Sydney. Jack had stayed back at the offices, making sure anything else didn't corrupt.
The whole way there, all Vaughn could think was 'why'?
Why had Slone wanted to kill Sydney?
Why had Slone killed hundreds of innocent people?
Why was Sydney hurt, because she was just doing her job?
Why did Sydney have a life such as this?
Why did his stomach knot up every time he saw her?
Snapping out of his trance, Vaughn pulled up infront of the wreckage. He couldn't very well jump out of the car and grab a secret agent from among the debris of risk of being caught. That's where a disguise came in handy. Pulling a ski mask over his face, he quickly surveyed the situation. There was a shiny black car sitting among all of the dust and blood. That meant something, he was sure of it.
His eyebrows knotted when he saw the legs of a woman being thrown into the backseat of the car. Looking out of the car window feebily, he spotted Sydney about three feet away, a chunk of glass coming from her sholder. Cursing softly, he jumped out of the car, and took her limp body from the floor. How long had she been laying there now? Several hours? In the dark? Why hand't the police come yet? 'This is Japan. Who gives a damn, Sydney needs some help."
He noticed the small sticker on the back window, and the image immediately registered in his mind.
Vaughn watched the black car race off. Had they been looking for........?
They had taken the wrong body.
Of course anything was possible, expessially to mix up two bodies among all of this bloody mess.
Placing Sydney as carefully as possible inside the car, he took one last look, before telling the driver to go.
Slone had it in for Sydney, but why?
I played the same game too.
I know it's hard to stop,
Even when you want to.
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: Here's chapter two! Feedback is really appreciated! This one is much longer then number one, hopefully they can stay this way :) Thank you SOOOO much for the reviews! I never expected that many! Please ready and review, though :) Enjoy!
P.S. Check out http://alias.fan-atic.org for my Alias website, including fan fiction!
Spoilers: None, as of yet.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (Two words....not mine)
Disclaimer: Two more words. Not mine!
Category: It's not really set after anything...just a alternate I guess, Sydney/Vaughn side-series, really.
Chapter Two : Japan.
After five long hours in the back of a Japanese airplane, three on-flight movies, four plastic meals, and enough memories to last a lifetime, Sydney touched ground. Slone needed a disc that contained information he needed to keep SD-6 on top. Sydney was to retrieve that by going to Japan, sneaking into a party, and getting upto the owner's room to steal that disc. Sydney didn't know how he would read it, anyways. She knew very well Sloane didn't understand Japanese. To tell the whole truth, he didn't have a very good ear for languages.
The counter-mission was simply to copy the disc on her way back to the United States. Simple enough. Vaughn hadn't even had to accompany her this time, as he normally did on counter-missions.
Sydney stepped onto the pavement, and immediately fell into a deep red car for her to use. She was already dressed in her disguise, a gold mini-skirt, black bra and see through shirt, blonde wig, and pounds of makeup. And of course the boots. The knee-high, lace up boots she couldn't walk one foot in.
Slipping the key into the ignition, Sydney sped off. 'Now or never!' she thought to herself, turning on the street the party was located at. The headset she could talk to both SD-6 and Vaughn with, crackled. Looking down, she saw it was Vaughn's office number on the caller i.d attached to her belt. Quickly pulling the car across the street, she pulled the window up, hoping the black window coating would do it's work. This mic was bugged so that Vaughn could hear everything, but Sloane's messages were delayed several seconds and Vaughn okay-ed them.
" Hello?" she whispered, knowing the car wasn't bugged. She didn't feel too well, however.
" Sydney! Sydney, can you hear me?!" Vaughn yelled over the earpiece. Static cut him up, but Sydney could hear the most part. She jumped when his voice echoed into his ear.
" Yeah Vaughn! What's the matter?" Sydney asked, unbuckling her seatbelt. She looked across the street, her eyebrows knotting when she saw the host (or in other words, the man with the disc) of the party jump into a car and jump away. Something wasn't right, she knew it.
" Sydney I need you to get out of the house, get off of the block, get the farthest you can away from the house!" he yelled. Sydney jumped, not knowing this would come out of his mouth. Sydney panicked for a moment, her hands shaking so fast she couldn't get the keys into the ignition. When she did, the car didn't start. It moaned and groaned, but the engine refused to start. " Sydney!"
" Vaughn the car won't start!"
" Get out of the car! Get out of the car and run!" he yelled. Sydney breathed quickly, jumping out of the car and trying her best to run down the street block. Her heals were thinking otherwise, though. Her ankle snapped sideways, and she dropped to the ground. Sydney knew something was wrong when her ankle felt as though it were on fire.
---
(Fifteen Minutes Before.......)
" Agent Vaughn, I have Jack Bristow on the phone." Vaughn immediately picked up the phone, never tearing his eyes away from his computer screen. Sydney checked in with him every few moments. She would keep doing this until she was out of the house, disc in hand.
" Hello?" Vaughn said into the reciever, immediately Jack's voice seemed panicked.
" Is Sydney still looking for that disc?"
" Yeah, she just got there. Why?"
" Get her out! Get her out of the area as soon as possible! Sloan is blowing up the building in twenty-three minutes, Vaughn! There is no disc. Sydney has been set up."
---
BOOOM.
Sydney felt something hit her rib cage. Something blew up. And she was stuck in the middle of it.
As soon as she had heard her ankle snap, something had exploded. Sydney used her arms to pull herself as far away as possible, but it didn't work. She was only fifty-or-so feet from where the explosion was. Her car was, without a doubt, totalled. Sydney felt another piece of the wreckage smash her head.
" Vaughn? Are you there?" she whispered, feeling the dust coat her throat. She didn't know if her mic still worked or not. All she could hear was his innocent party guests screaming from inside the house, and out. 'Wait a minute...' Sydney realized there was no house. It had been blown up.
" SYDNEY! SYDNEY! SHIT! ARE YOU THERE?" Vaughn's screams echoed down her ear canals, initially making her jump. Even though hell was literally happening all around her, she couldn't help but smile. 'Always the worrier.'
" Yeah Vaughn, I'm here. I'm hurt. I snapped my ankle, and got hit by debris."
" How bad are you hurt? Can you walk at all? Sydney, I need you out of that area, NOW."
" I can't walk Vaughn, I can't. My ankle is snapped. I'm about to black out from the pa-"
The last thing Sydney remembered was the feeling of cold cement colliding with the side of her head.
---
Vaughn stared at the tiny microphone, unable to speak. Sydney......what had happened to her? Immediately jumping back to life, he called the private jet he was able to use on emergancy occasions such as this. And hell, this was an emergancy. Sydney was blacked out, in danger of her life, in the middle of Japan.
He had to do something.
---
The same black car drove back down the street, surveying the damage his boss had done. His face contorted slightly, looking at all the innocent people who's lives were lost.
" That's it, boss. I think that's her." the husky man broke the silence, pointing to a woman with blonde hair among the dirtied floor.
" Yeah, let's see that photo again." the husky man handed him a color photo.
" That her, boss?"
" Bingo. Call Slone, tell her she's as good as dead."
" Yes sir."
---
The instant Vaughn's plane landed, he had been on his way to Sydney. Jack had stayed back at the offices, making sure anything else didn't corrupt.
The whole way there, all Vaughn could think was 'why'?
Why had Slone wanted to kill Sydney?
Why had Slone killed hundreds of innocent people?
Why was Sydney hurt, because she was just doing her job?
Why did Sydney have a life such as this?
Why did his stomach knot up every time he saw her?
Snapping out of his trance, Vaughn pulled up infront of the wreckage. He couldn't very well jump out of the car and grab a secret agent from among the debris of risk of being caught. That's where a disguise came in handy. Pulling a ski mask over his face, he quickly surveyed the situation. There was a shiny black car sitting among all of the dust and blood. That meant something, he was sure of it.
His eyebrows knotted when he saw the legs of a woman being thrown into the backseat of the car. Looking out of the car window feebily, he spotted Sydney about three feet away, a chunk of glass coming from her sholder. Cursing softly, he jumped out of the car, and took her limp body from the floor. How long had she been laying there now? Several hours? In the dark? Why hand't the police come yet? 'This is Japan. Who gives a damn, Sydney needs some help."
He noticed the small sticker on the back window, and the image immediately registered in his mind.
Vaughn watched the black car race off. Had they been looking for........?
They had taken the wrong body.
Of course anything was possible, expessially to mix up two bodies among all of this bloody mess.
Placing Sydney as carefully as possible inside the car, he took one last look, before telling the driver to go.
Slone had it in for Sydney, but why?
I played the same game too.
I know it's hard to stop,
Even when you want to.