Chapter Two
Never Forgotten
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Sydney. She must have done some talking to be allowed in here, and his guess was that Jack Bristow had backed her for some twisted reasons of his own. Thanks, Jack.
"Mr. Vaughn...Mr. Vaughn, you need to get up, I have to talk to you." He couldn't help but flinch at the use of his last name.
Something sparked in her eyes, quickly suppressed. She pulled him roughly to his feet, giving him an extra shove to send him off balance, then grabbing his arm to keep him from falling over.
"Now, Mr. Vaughn, I can promise you this will all be over if you just tell us the name of the mole. We'll find you a safe place and you'll never have to worry about anything again. A name is all it takes..."
He shook his head.
"Not a wise choice." She poked and hit and jostled him, obviously with some purpose, moving him to certain spot in the room. It didn't take him long to realize she was trying her best not to hurt him. So he yelped and whined as convincingly as he could whenever she connected with flesh; it wasn't all that hard to pretend it hurt. Finally, she pushed him so his back blocked the camera she knew was there.
She leaned forward so that she could whisper in his ear, placing one hand on the bare skin at the back of his neck to balance herself. With the other she pressed a small object into the palm of his hand.
"You're never forgotten as long as someone's dreaming of you."
Stepping back, she gave him one last shove, and he made his fall as dramatic as he could. He sprawled on the floor and lay there sobbing with pain that was all too real.
"There's nothing I can do for you." And she left him alone. In the dark. With his blood on his hands.
He was still for a long time; simply turning the item Sydney had given him over and over in his hands. A pill, he decided at last. He wondered what it would do. Kill him? Would she really be able to do that? Of course, Sydney would do anything for her country, he'd seen that...But kill him? Was he ready to die?
Trust Sydney.
He clung to the words, making them his mantra.
Trust Sydney. Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust.
He brought his shaking fist to his mouth, and in his fumblings almost lost the pill on the dirty floor. He swallowed it dry and waited. He was ready now.
Je vous salue, Marie...
The world narrowed to two colors: red and gray. Red under his fingernails, gray on the walls.
Blood and darkness.
Two things he would have to learn to live and die with.
A/N: So, do you think Sydney could do it? Read and review and you might just find out...
Never Forgotten
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Sydney. She must have done some talking to be allowed in here, and his guess was that Jack Bristow had backed her for some twisted reasons of his own. Thanks, Jack.
"Mr. Vaughn...Mr. Vaughn, you need to get up, I have to talk to you." He couldn't help but flinch at the use of his last name.
Something sparked in her eyes, quickly suppressed. She pulled him roughly to his feet, giving him an extra shove to send him off balance, then grabbing his arm to keep him from falling over.
"Now, Mr. Vaughn, I can promise you this will all be over if you just tell us the name of the mole. We'll find you a safe place and you'll never have to worry about anything again. A name is all it takes..."
He shook his head.
"Not a wise choice." She poked and hit and jostled him, obviously with some purpose, moving him to certain spot in the room. It didn't take him long to realize she was trying her best not to hurt him. So he yelped and whined as convincingly as he could whenever she connected with flesh; it wasn't all that hard to pretend it hurt. Finally, she pushed him so his back blocked the camera she knew was there.
She leaned forward so that she could whisper in his ear, placing one hand on the bare skin at the back of his neck to balance herself. With the other she pressed a small object into the palm of his hand.
"You're never forgotten as long as someone's dreaming of you."
Stepping back, she gave him one last shove, and he made his fall as dramatic as he could. He sprawled on the floor and lay there sobbing with pain that was all too real.
"There's nothing I can do for you." And she left him alone. In the dark. With his blood on his hands.
He was still for a long time; simply turning the item Sydney had given him over and over in his hands. A pill, he decided at last. He wondered what it would do. Kill him? Would she really be able to do that? Of course, Sydney would do anything for her country, he'd seen that...But kill him? Was he ready to die?
Trust Sydney.
He clung to the words, making them his mantra.
Trust Sydney. Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust.
He brought his shaking fist to his mouth, and in his fumblings almost lost the pill on the dirty floor. He swallowed it dry and waited. He was ready now.
Je vous salue, Marie...
The world narrowed to two colors: red and gray. Red under his fingernails, gray on the walls.
Blood and darkness.
Two things he would have to learn to live and die with.
A/N: So, do you think Sydney could do it? Read and review and you might just find out...