BULLETPROOF
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: I cannot apologize enough for how long this chapter took me! I had major major MAJOR mind block. But, here's chapter three, all nice and spiffy. I really love feedback :D Any suggestions/comments/ideas.
Spoilers: A bit about Sark joining SD-6/Sark-Irina Communications.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (not mine)
Disclaimer: Two words. Not mine!
Category: Refer to Chapter One, Please!
Chapter Three: I know I'll never be the same. When Sydney woke up, she had no idea where she was, how she got there, or how long she had been unconscious for. Moaning slightly, she tried to prop herself up on her elbows. She realized that one arm was in a sling, and let out a cry of pain. His face almost immediately appeared above her, his eyebrows knotted.
"Thank god you're up. I was starting to get worried. You've been passed out for three days." Vaughn explained. Sydney's mouth dropped open slightly, as he helped her sit up.
"What happened? The last thing I remember was an explosion. How did you get here, and where are we?" Sydney asked suddenly, realizing she had no idea what was going on. "Vaughn?"
"I got on a flight over here as soon as I heard the explosion. I found you about eight hours after the explosion. Don't ask me why they didn't help you; it didn't look as though the police had even been there yet. Anyways, as I was trying to find you, these guys in a black van with a SD-6 logo on their back window pulled up and took some woman that looked like you, well, you all looked the same, covered in soot and blood. Anyways, I brought you to a hotel room, and called the emergency. After explaining I was CIA, they didn't take you to the hospital, just fixed you up here. Immediately after you were for the most part fixed, I called Jack, and he got you a safe house in France. That's where we are now."
Sydney nodded, computing all of the information.
"Well, wait. You said that there was a SD-6 vehicle looking for me. Why SD-6, they don't even know I'm-oh shit. Oh shit oh shit." Sydney murmured, reaching for the phone. "Does my father know?"
"He's in a safe house in Arabia. Sloane found out about you both being double agents from Sark. They knew when they sent you here, that's why they sent you into a building set to be detonated. Weiss told me last night that Sloane is not happy, and is scouring the world for you with the best correspondents. He wants you two found dead, or alive."
"Sark, who told him." Sydney commanded, forgetting about her ankle and trying to stand up. She winced, and immediately sat back down. Vaughn started at the floor tentatively, trying to ignore her question. "Who told Sark, Vaughn?"
Vaughn looked at her carefully, studying the light lines in her forehead. Sighing, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Your mother."
Sydney looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
She should have known that this would have happened. Trying to hold back sobs, she gave in, and collapsed into the side of Vaughn's body. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying to soothe her.
Jack sat by the fireplace in his safe house, watching the fire carefully. He had been right all along. Just as you rely on her, she stabs a knife in your back. Groaning softly, he picked up his cell phone, uncapped a silencer, and phoned CIA headquarters.
"Weiss here."
"Weiss. Have you gotten anything yet?" he asked quickly, looking around the room. He knew safe houses in general, were safe, but there always was that one time.
"Yeah Agent Bristow. Seems that during the escapade last month with you, Sydney, and Irina defusing those bombs, she was slipping Intel to Sark during the minutes you were apart. She must have told him about you and Syd being double agents, because Sloane received the report on his desk three mornings ago. He immediately sent Syd on a mission that would get her killed, no matter how good she is. He had an assassinator coming after you, but it looks as though we got to you before they did."
"Where's Derevenko, Sark, and Sloane?"
"Derevenko is still in CIA custody, under complete lockdown. Sark was caught posing as a head op for a graphics company in Rome, and is under lockdown, too."
"Sloane?"
"Sloane is better at hiding. He's fled the states, we're sending agents out worldwide to try and find him. We'll take whatever measures, Jack. Don't worry."
"What about all the SD-6 agents sent out to find my daughter and I?"
"They'll be taken care of if they get within a ten mile radius of either of you. We have over fifty CIA officers stationed around the locations of the safe houses. Nothing can go wrong."
Sydney wiped her tears away, sitting up as best as she could. Just as she did so, Vaughn's cell phone rang. She forced a smile, trying to stay as calm as possible. How could her mother do that to her?
"Superman and Freelancer here. Yeah, alright. Perfect. Thank you, okay. Goodbye." Vaughn hung up the phone, and turned back to Sydney.
"Since Sloane and almost half of the field correspondents are not at SD-6 premises, we've started hacking into their system files. Once we download all of their files and records, we'll delete them, and send in some CIA officers for infiltration of SD-6."
Sydney's mouth dropped open.
"Oh my god."
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: I cannot apologize enough for how long this chapter took me! I had major major MAJOR mind block. But, here's chapter three, all nice and spiffy. I really love feedback :D Any suggestions/comments/ideas.
Spoilers: A bit about Sark joining SD-6/Sark-Irina Communications.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (not mine)
Disclaimer: Two words. Not mine!
Category: Refer to Chapter One, Please!
Chapter Three: I know I'll never be the same. When Sydney woke up, she had no idea where she was, how she got there, or how long she had been unconscious for. Moaning slightly, she tried to prop herself up on her elbows. She realized that one arm was in a sling, and let out a cry of pain. His face almost immediately appeared above her, his eyebrows knotted.
"Thank god you're up. I was starting to get worried. You've been passed out for three days." Vaughn explained. Sydney's mouth dropped open slightly, as he helped her sit up.
"What happened? The last thing I remember was an explosion. How did you get here, and where are we?" Sydney asked suddenly, realizing she had no idea what was going on. "Vaughn?"
"I got on a flight over here as soon as I heard the explosion. I found you about eight hours after the explosion. Don't ask me why they didn't help you; it didn't look as though the police had even been there yet. Anyways, as I was trying to find you, these guys in a black van with a SD-6 logo on their back window pulled up and took some woman that looked like you, well, you all looked the same, covered in soot and blood. Anyways, I brought you to a hotel room, and called the emergency. After explaining I was CIA, they didn't take you to the hospital, just fixed you up here. Immediately after you were for the most part fixed, I called Jack, and he got you a safe house in France. That's where we are now."
Sydney nodded, computing all of the information.
"Well, wait. You said that there was a SD-6 vehicle looking for me. Why SD-6, they don't even know I'm-oh shit. Oh shit oh shit." Sydney murmured, reaching for the phone. "Does my father know?"
"He's in a safe house in Arabia. Sloane found out about you both being double agents from Sark. They knew when they sent you here, that's why they sent you into a building set to be detonated. Weiss told me last night that Sloane is not happy, and is scouring the world for you with the best correspondents. He wants you two found dead, or alive."
"Sark, who told him." Sydney commanded, forgetting about her ankle and trying to stand up. She winced, and immediately sat back down. Vaughn started at the floor tentatively, trying to ignore her question. "Who told Sark, Vaughn?"
Vaughn looked at her carefully, studying the light lines in her forehead. Sighing, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Your mother."
Sydney looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
She should have known that this would have happened. Trying to hold back sobs, she gave in, and collapsed into the side of Vaughn's body. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying to soothe her.
Jack sat by the fireplace in his safe house, watching the fire carefully. He had been right all along. Just as you rely on her, she stabs a knife in your back. Groaning softly, he picked up his cell phone, uncapped a silencer, and phoned CIA headquarters.
"Weiss here."
"Weiss. Have you gotten anything yet?" he asked quickly, looking around the room. He knew safe houses in general, were safe, but there always was that one time.
"Yeah Agent Bristow. Seems that during the escapade last month with you, Sydney, and Irina defusing those bombs, she was slipping Intel to Sark during the minutes you were apart. She must have told him about you and Syd being double agents, because Sloane received the report on his desk three mornings ago. He immediately sent Syd on a mission that would get her killed, no matter how good she is. He had an assassinator coming after you, but it looks as though we got to you before they did."
"Where's Derevenko, Sark, and Sloane?"
"Derevenko is still in CIA custody, under complete lockdown. Sark was caught posing as a head op for a graphics company in Rome, and is under lockdown, too."
"Sloane?"
"Sloane is better at hiding. He's fled the states, we're sending agents out worldwide to try and find him. We'll take whatever measures, Jack. Don't worry."
"What about all the SD-6 agents sent out to find my daughter and I?"
"They'll be taken care of if they get within a ten mile radius of either of you. We have over fifty CIA officers stationed around the locations of the safe houses. Nothing can go wrong."
Sydney wiped her tears away, sitting up as best as she could. Just as she did so, Vaughn's cell phone rang. She forced a smile, trying to stay as calm as possible. How could her mother do that to her?
"Superman and Freelancer here. Yeah, alright. Perfect. Thank you, okay. Goodbye." Vaughn hung up the phone, and turned back to Sydney.
"Since Sloane and almost half of the field correspondents are not at SD-6 premises, we've started hacking into their system files. Once we download all of their files and records, we'll delete them, and send in some CIA officers for infiltration of SD-6."
Sydney's mouth dropped open.
"Oh my god."