Chapter Three
No Place Like Home
It was dark when he woke, and he struggled instinctively against the constraints on him.
"Stop that!" the harsh voice of Jack Bristow hissed. "You're supposed to be dead!"
When Jack gave you a command you listened, so he stopped, lying quietly but unable to help the feeling of slowly suffocating.
A couple of minutes passed in silence before he thought he heard a door open and people come clamoring in. The world, as limited as it was at the moment, lurched sickeningly as he was lifted none too gently by unkind hands. The body bag he was in swung in a slow rhythm as he was carried to some unknown location, occasionally banging against someone's hip. And all the while he was still.
When they dropped him, he almost screamed as feeling swamped his numb limbs and old injuries. But he muffled his cries and tears in the black plastic.
"Leave him here with me. I'll take care of the rest."
More time passed, but he had gotten used to waiting in his time with Sydney. He was patient.
The sky peeled back to reveal late twilight and Jack Bristow.
"Gently, now." Jack's hands came out to help his attempts at a sitting position. "They'll be here soon for you, we won't have to wait long."
"Why-"he voice broke off in a croak, so he tried again. "Why'd you do it? It would have been easier, less dangerous just to kill me..."
"Mr. Vaughn, I may be a trained killer, but I also believe firmly in life. There was a chance to keep you alive, and it was worth it to take it." He pauses, and finally decides to go on. "Besides, you've seen her cry."
A twig snaps, and they both turned in the direction of the sound, Vaughn at a much slower speed.
"Eric," he breathes in relief, while Jack cusses him in a low voice for his clumsiness.
Weiss gave him a drained smile and raised one limp hand in greeting. "How ya doin', Mike?"
"I want to go home," he answers, feeling suddenly like a small, frightened child.
Weiss regards him wearily, with a look that makes his stomach sink.
"Mike, I'm so sorry...You can't. This isn't home anymore."
A/N: So where is home? You know the drill: read, review, and find out.
No Place Like Home
It was dark when he woke, and he struggled instinctively against the constraints on him.
"Stop that!" the harsh voice of Jack Bristow hissed. "You're supposed to be dead!"
When Jack gave you a command you listened, so he stopped, lying quietly but unable to help the feeling of slowly suffocating.
A couple of minutes passed in silence before he thought he heard a door open and people come clamoring in. The world, as limited as it was at the moment, lurched sickeningly as he was lifted none too gently by unkind hands. The body bag he was in swung in a slow rhythm as he was carried to some unknown location, occasionally banging against someone's hip. And all the while he was still.
When they dropped him, he almost screamed as feeling swamped his numb limbs and old injuries. But he muffled his cries and tears in the black plastic.
"Leave him here with me. I'll take care of the rest."
More time passed, but he had gotten used to waiting in his time with Sydney. He was patient.
The sky peeled back to reveal late twilight and Jack Bristow.
"Gently, now." Jack's hands came out to help his attempts at a sitting position. "They'll be here soon for you, we won't have to wait long."
"Why-"he voice broke off in a croak, so he tried again. "Why'd you do it? It would have been easier, less dangerous just to kill me..."
"Mr. Vaughn, I may be a trained killer, but I also believe firmly in life. There was a chance to keep you alive, and it was worth it to take it." He pauses, and finally decides to go on. "Besides, you've seen her cry."
A twig snaps, and they both turned in the direction of the sound, Vaughn at a much slower speed.
"Eric," he breathes in relief, while Jack cusses him in a low voice for his clumsiness.
Weiss gave him a drained smile and raised one limp hand in greeting. "How ya doin', Mike?"
"I want to go home," he answers, feeling suddenly like a small, frightened child.
Weiss regards him wearily, with a look that makes his stomach sink.
"Mike, I'm so sorry...You can't. This isn't home anymore."
A/N: So where is home? You know the drill: read, review, and find out.