Gone and Back Again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Alias. They belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams. I own only the characters that have not appeared on Alias and none of my storylines will be used in upcoming episodes.
Spoilers: Maybe.
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"Can this wait, Weiss? I'm just about to leave. The luau starts in like, 10 minutes."
"Uh, well...wait, I thought it started at seven?"
"It does, but I found out that Kahihikolo is going to be there at 6:30, and it's better to get him early."
"Oh...Sydney, I...."
"Seriously, Weiss, can't you tell me later?"
"This is pretty important."
She sighed. "Fine, but can you go quickly? Dixon's going to wonder why I'm taking so long."
"It's about Michael."
"Vaughn? What about him?"
"He's in trouble."
As Weiss had expected, Sydney immediately went into full alarm mode.
"Trouble? What? How? When? I mean, I just talked to him forty-five minutes ago!"
"Well, technically, he's not in trouble yet," Weiss said.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Sydney, this...this is going to be hard for you to hear..."
"Just get to the damn point!" she exclaimed.
Weiss gulped. "Uh...it's your mother."
He heard a faint intake of breath from her side of the phone.
"My mother?"
"She's on the island. And she wants Vaughn."
"On...on the...this island? Are...are you sure?"
"Yes. Vaughn got a call from her in L.A. That's why we're here. Your mother needs him for information."
"I...I don't understand. He just decided to go back to her? So she could hurt him again?"
Weiss winced as her words reflected his thoughts. "She threatened him, Sydney. With us."
She stayed quiet for a moment before raging, "Why didn't anybody tell me?"
"Listen, it's a long story, okay? And if we don't do something about this, Vaughn's going to end up dead."
That woke her up.
"What about the switch?" she asked.
"Vaughn doesn't have to go anywhere until seven. You have time. Just go fast."
"And what am I supposed to say to Dixon when I leave?"
Weiss paused. "I don't know. Make something up. I'm going to try and stall Vaughn."
He hung up on her before she could say anything. He jumped out of his bed, grabbed his wallet, and ran out of his room. His clothes were completely wrinkled, but what did he care? He barbarically pounded on Vaughn's door.
"Vaughn?" he yelled, still pounding. "Vaughn, open up!"
There was no answer.
A door opened. It was across the hall. An elderly man poked his head out of the door. "Will you stop making that racket? I'm trying to take a nap!"
"Get back in your room, sir, this is federal business," Weiss told him. It wasn't a lie. Not really.
The man raised his eyebrows and quickly shut the door. Satisfied, Weiss turned back to Vaughn's door.
"Michael, open this door before I kick it in!"
There was still no reply.
"Damn it," he cursed to himself. He ran to the elevators and pushed the down button. After waiting for about 30 seconds, he got fed up and slammed open the door to the stairwell. He ran furiously down the flights and flights of stairs until he reached the lobby. He entered through the door and ran to the front area of the hotel. He looked around for a moment, looking to catch a glimpse of anyone who even remotely looked like Vaughn before rushing to the front desk.
"Have you...seen a guy...about 6 feet...blonde hair...green eyes?" Weiss asked a desk clerk, struggling to catch his breath.
"Is he a guest in the hotel, sir?" she asked sweetly. Her nametag said Kellie. She looked like a Kellie.
"Yes....yes, he is," Weiss replied.
"What is his name?" she asked, positioning her fingers over her keyboard.
"Vaughn. Michael Vaughn."
She typed in the name and hit enter. "Would you like me to call him for you, sir?"
He stared at her. "No! I want to know if you've seen him!"
"No, sir, I haven't, but would you like me to check if he's in his room?"
"No, I know he's not in his room! Damn it, what the hell is wrong with..."
"Excuse me," he heard another woman say. It was Kellie's next-door clerk neighbor. Her name was Monica. She looked like a Monica. "Is there a problem here, sir?"
"I don't want to stir up any trouble. I'm just looking for my friend. It's extremely important that I find him as soon as possible."
"And what's his name?"
Weiss hung his head and let out a disgruntled sigh.
"Michael Vaughn," Kellie answered for him.
"And you're looking for a room number?"
"Look," Weiss started, rubbing his forehead, "I just want t know if you've seen him within the hour, okay?"
"What does he look like?"
"He about six feet tall. Dark blonde hair, green eyes..."
"Handsome?"
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "I guess."
Monica pondered for a moment. Weiss silently willed her to hurry.
"I think I might recall seeing someone who matches that description. If the person I'm thinking of is your friend, then he left just a few minutes or so before you came down."
Weiss looked at her, eyes wide.
"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"
He blinked. "I...yes, I'm fine. Thank you for your help. And ma'am," he said, turning to Kellie, "I'm sorry if I was rude."
She gave him a smile and shrugged it off. She looked at her watch. "You know, you seem as if you need to relax. The luau has gotten an early start, if you want to go out back and join the party."
Weiss nodded mindlessly. "Thanks."
He made his way out back to the luau. He needed to tell Sydney. She was not going to be happy. As he walked outside, he heard loud, ukulele music playing. People were already dancing. All around him were young couples laughing and feeding each other.
It only took him a few minutes to find Sydney. She wasn't exactly hard to pick out of a crowed. She was standing a few feet away from where Dixon was seated. Her hair was flowing freely about her face, with a white flower tucked daintily behind her right ear. She was wearing a light blue, flower print bikini top and a long, purple sarong, which just touched the straps of her black flojos. She saw him, too, and made eye contact with him, if only for a second. She slowly made her way over to him and stopped when she reached the table he was standing at. Funny. He hadn't even realized there was a table there. She reached for a glass and poured herself a glass of punch.
"Did you get him?" she asked.
He kept his head down as he spoke. "No."
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"He left before I could even get to him. He must have gone while we were talking on the phone."
He felted her heated glare on him and didn't dare to look up at her.
"What are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know where he went?"
"Not a clue."
They stood in silence.
"Did you make the switch yet?"
"I'm just about to," she replied, turning to face Dixon. She sighed and turned her comm. Link on. "Dixon, I'm ready to make the switch. Cough if you are, too."
She kept her eyes on him while Dixon turned his head slightly off to the side, put his hand to his mouth, and let out a single, fake cough.
"Copy. I'm going over." She turned back to Weiss, giving him a pointed look, before grabbing a few disks lying on the table and walking into the growing crowd. Weiss laughed to himself. He hadn't even noticed them.
He watched as she gracefully glided toward Dixon's table. She pretended to trip, and in the process, managed to "accidentally" fall into Dixon's lap. She immediately stood up, apologized, giving Dixon and Kahihikolo an embarrassed smile, and walked away. Weiss furrowed his brow. He hadn't even seen the exchange take place. Damn, this girl was sly. No wonder Vaughn was always so preoccupied with her. Vaughn.
Weiss groaned. He had to bring him up again, didn't he? He left the luau and traveled up the elevator, back to his room. He only thing that he could do now was wait. This was going to be hell.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Alias. They belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams. I own only the characters that have not appeared on Alias and none of my storylines will be used in upcoming episodes.
Spoilers: Maybe.
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"Can this wait, Weiss? I'm just about to leave. The luau starts in like, 10 minutes."
"Uh, well...wait, I thought it started at seven?"
"It does, but I found out that Kahihikolo is going to be there at 6:30, and it's better to get him early."
"Oh...Sydney, I...."
"Seriously, Weiss, can't you tell me later?"
"This is pretty important."
She sighed. "Fine, but can you go quickly? Dixon's going to wonder why I'm taking so long."
"It's about Michael."
"Vaughn? What about him?"
"He's in trouble."
As Weiss had expected, Sydney immediately went into full alarm mode.
"Trouble? What? How? When? I mean, I just talked to him forty-five minutes ago!"
"Well, technically, he's not in trouble yet," Weiss said.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Sydney, this...this is going to be hard for you to hear..."
"Just get to the damn point!" she exclaimed.
Weiss gulped. "Uh...it's your mother."
He heard a faint intake of breath from her side of the phone.
"My mother?"
"She's on the island. And she wants Vaughn."
"On...on the...this island? Are...are you sure?"
"Yes. Vaughn got a call from her in L.A. That's why we're here. Your mother needs him for information."
"I...I don't understand. He just decided to go back to her? So she could hurt him again?"
Weiss winced as her words reflected his thoughts. "She threatened him, Sydney. With us."
She stayed quiet for a moment before raging, "Why didn't anybody tell me?"
"Listen, it's a long story, okay? And if we don't do something about this, Vaughn's going to end up dead."
That woke her up.
"What about the switch?" she asked.
"Vaughn doesn't have to go anywhere until seven. You have time. Just go fast."
"And what am I supposed to say to Dixon when I leave?"
Weiss paused. "I don't know. Make something up. I'm going to try and stall Vaughn."
He hung up on her before she could say anything. He jumped out of his bed, grabbed his wallet, and ran out of his room. His clothes were completely wrinkled, but what did he care? He barbarically pounded on Vaughn's door.
"Vaughn?" he yelled, still pounding. "Vaughn, open up!"
There was no answer.
A door opened. It was across the hall. An elderly man poked his head out of the door. "Will you stop making that racket? I'm trying to take a nap!"
"Get back in your room, sir, this is federal business," Weiss told him. It wasn't a lie. Not really.
The man raised his eyebrows and quickly shut the door. Satisfied, Weiss turned back to Vaughn's door.
"Michael, open this door before I kick it in!"
There was still no reply.
"Damn it," he cursed to himself. He ran to the elevators and pushed the down button. After waiting for about 30 seconds, he got fed up and slammed open the door to the stairwell. He ran furiously down the flights and flights of stairs until he reached the lobby. He entered through the door and ran to the front area of the hotel. He looked around for a moment, looking to catch a glimpse of anyone who even remotely looked like Vaughn before rushing to the front desk.
"Have you...seen a guy...about 6 feet...blonde hair...green eyes?" Weiss asked a desk clerk, struggling to catch his breath.
"Is he a guest in the hotel, sir?" she asked sweetly. Her nametag said Kellie. She looked like a Kellie.
"Yes....yes, he is," Weiss replied.
"What is his name?" she asked, positioning her fingers over her keyboard.
"Vaughn. Michael Vaughn."
She typed in the name and hit enter. "Would you like me to call him for you, sir?"
He stared at her. "No! I want to know if you've seen him!"
"No, sir, I haven't, but would you like me to check if he's in his room?"
"No, I know he's not in his room! Damn it, what the hell is wrong with..."
"Excuse me," he heard another woman say. It was Kellie's next-door clerk neighbor. Her name was Monica. She looked like a Monica. "Is there a problem here, sir?"
"I don't want to stir up any trouble. I'm just looking for my friend. It's extremely important that I find him as soon as possible."
"And what's his name?"
Weiss hung his head and let out a disgruntled sigh.
"Michael Vaughn," Kellie answered for him.
"And you're looking for a room number?"
"Look," Weiss started, rubbing his forehead, "I just want t know if you've seen him within the hour, okay?"
"What does he look like?"
"He about six feet tall. Dark blonde hair, green eyes..."
"Handsome?"
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "I guess."
Monica pondered for a moment. Weiss silently willed her to hurry.
"I think I might recall seeing someone who matches that description. If the person I'm thinking of is your friend, then he left just a few minutes or so before you came down."
Weiss looked at her, eyes wide.
"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"
He blinked. "I...yes, I'm fine. Thank you for your help. And ma'am," he said, turning to Kellie, "I'm sorry if I was rude."
She gave him a smile and shrugged it off. She looked at her watch. "You know, you seem as if you need to relax. The luau has gotten an early start, if you want to go out back and join the party."
Weiss nodded mindlessly. "Thanks."
He made his way out back to the luau. He needed to tell Sydney. She was not going to be happy. As he walked outside, he heard loud, ukulele music playing. People were already dancing. All around him were young couples laughing and feeding each other.
It only took him a few minutes to find Sydney. She wasn't exactly hard to pick out of a crowed. She was standing a few feet away from where Dixon was seated. Her hair was flowing freely about her face, with a white flower tucked daintily behind her right ear. She was wearing a light blue, flower print bikini top and a long, purple sarong, which just touched the straps of her black flojos. She saw him, too, and made eye contact with him, if only for a second. She slowly made her way over to him and stopped when she reached the table he was standing at. Funny. He hadn't even realized there was a table there. She reached for a glass and poured herself a glass of punch.
"Did you get him?" she asked.
He kept his head down as he spoke. "No."
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"He left before I could even get to him. He must have gone while we were talking on the phone."
He felted her heated glare on him and didn't dare to look up at her.
"What are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know where he went?"
"Not a clue."
They stood in silence.
"Did you make the switch yet?"
"I'm just about to," she replied, turning to face Dixon. She sighed and turned her comm. Link on. "Dixon, I'm ready to make the switch. Cough if you are, too."
She kept her eyes on him while Dixon turned his head slightly off to the side, put his hand to his mouth, and let out a single, fake cough.
"Copy. I'm going over." She turned back to Weiss, giving him a pointed look, before grabbing a few disks lying on the table and walking into the growing crowd. Weiss laughed to himself. He hadn't even noticed them.
He watched as she gracefully glided toward Dixon's table. She pretended to trip, and in the process, managed to "accidentally" fall into Dixon's lap. She immediately stood up, apologized, giving Dixon and Kahihikolo an embarrassed smile, and walked away. Weiss furrowed his brow. He hadn't even seen the exchange take place. Damn, this girl was sly. No wonder Vaughn was always so preoccupied with her. Vaughn.
Weiss groaned. He had to bring him up again, didn't he? He left the luau and traveled up the elevator, back to his room. He only thing that he could do now was wait. This was going to be hell.