Title: Can You Still Handle Me?
Author: AliasDemon99
Rating: PG- Just for safety.
Feedback: Let me put it this way... The more feedback...the more chapters and frequent updates.
Summary: Vaughn escapes the club in Taipei but only comes home to find that Sydney hadn't come back....And even if she did...could he still handle her...not speaking in the job "handling" but rather in his love for her if she even came back alive......
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic...I hope you guys like it so give me feedback....good or bad..ok? By the way..thanx for all the great reviews...they were so great I decided to post this chapter today.
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CHAPTER TWO
Vaughn drove as fast as he could to the warehouse, he was reckless. All he could think about was what state Sydney might be in. She could be a) unharmed (it wasn't likely but he still had false hope) b) she could be only mentally hurt c) she could be only physically hurt or d) she could be both physically and mentally hurt.
Vaughn was scared. If he was scared though, think of how scared Sydney could be...
He pulled up at the front of the warehouse and ran inside to their old meeting place hoping to find her there.
The warehouse was very dark except for a few dangling lightbulbs...his eyes searched frantically for her. He didn't see her. But he heard something....something rustling in the darkest corner. He called out her name. The only response he got was a slight whimpering.
He moved closer to the corner and he saw her...
She was rocking frantically in a fetal position. Vaughn walked toward her and the dim lightbulbs showed all her scrapes, hundreds of them all over her body, not huge gashing scrapes, but big and deep enough to leave scars...the scrapes weren't just scrapes, they were letters, initials rather, four of them: L B I D He knew whose initials those were..but he couldn't believe a mother could do such a thing to her own child.
Sydney looked up to him sadly. She was crying. She was afraid. So afraid.
This wasn't the woman Vaughn knew...to him Sydney Bristow was a strong, yet sensitive woman. But this woman here before his eyes was scared. Very very scared.
She looked up into his eyes and he walked closer to her. Vaughn knelt down beside the woman he always loved and stroked her hair as gently as he could. She stopped rocking and rested her head onto his shoulder and whispered "I'm sorry".
Vaughn wrapped his arm around her waist and told her gently and worriedly "I love you". "Oh Sydney what have they done to you" he began to get more frantic.
She began speaking softly "My mother cut me...over and over, she just wouldn't stop.... When she got bored she sent in Khasinau and he tied my hands tighter behind me. He...he.. took me to a room and hung me upside down from the ceiling and beat me every few hours for a few days..I...I..I don't know how many, I lost count. I still..... refused to work with them..with HER so they brought me to a room where Sark was waiting. He....he....he..." she couldn't continue.
Vaughn spoke to her soothingly and said "Sydney oh you must..please tell me what he did to you...please!" now he was pleading. He couldn't imagine what Sark had done to her.
"He...he ..oh Vaughn! I was so afraid...so afraid."and that was all she could manage to get out and she knew he saw deep into her eyes where she was showing signs of utter disgust and ashamedness.
Vaughn had no idea what Sark had done to her, but it must of been pretty awful by the way her eyes were so terrified and disgusted and yet ashamed somehow. He continued to wonder but soon spoke.
He spoke softly to her, "We need to get you to a hospital Syd.... and quick. I ...I...Idon't know how bad you're... hurt."
" Ok" was all she said as she fell fast asleep. She must not have slept in weeks. Poor Sydney, poor,..poor...Sydney.
But Vaughn was determined to get her through this.
He picked her up in his arms so easily that it scared him. She was so light. She must have weighed only 70 or 80 pounds. This frightened him even more. He carried her to his car and drove her to the closest CIA hospital ignoring all of the traffic laws. He didn't care about laws right now...he only cared that Sydney lived.
Author: AliasDemon99
Rating: PG- Just for safety.
Feedback: Let me put it this way... The more feedback...the more chapters and frequent updates.
Summary: Vaughn escapes the club in Taipei but only comes home to find that Sydney hadn't come back....And even if she did...could he still handle her...not speaking in the job "handling" but rather in his love for her if she even came back alive......
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic...I hope you guys like it so give me feedback....good or bad..ok? By the way..thanx for all the great reviews...they were so great I decided to post this chapter today.
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CHAPTER TWO
Vaughn drove as fast as he could to the warehouse, he was reckless. All he could think about was what state Sydney might be in. She could be a) unharmed (it wasn't likely but he still had false hope) b) she could be only mentally hurt c) she could be only physically hurt or d) she could be both physically and mentally hurt.
Vaughn was scared. If he was scared though, think of how scared Sydney could be...
He pulled up at the front of the warehouse and ran inside to their old meeting place hoping to find her there.
The warehouse was very dark except for a few dangling lightbulbs...his eyes searched frantically for her. He didn't see her. But he heard something....something rustling in the darkest corner. He called out her name. The only response he got was a slight whimpering.
He moved closer to the corner and he saw her...
She was rocking frantically in a fetal position. Vaughn walked toward her and the dim lightbulbs showed all her scrapes, hundreds of them all over her body, not huge gashing scrapes, but big and deep enough to leave scars...the scrapes weren't just scrapes, they were letters, initials rather, four of them: L B I D He knew whose initials those were..but he couldn't believe a mother could do such a thing to her own child.
Sydney looked up to him sadly. She was crying. She was afraid. So afraid.
This wasn't the woman Vaughn knew...to him Sydney Bristow was a strong, yet sensitive woman. But this woman here before his eyes was scared. Very very scared.
She looked up into his eyes and he walked closer to her. Vaughn knelt down beside the woman he always loved and stroked her hair as gently as he could. She stopped rocking and rested her head onto his shoulder and whispered "I'm sorry".
Vaughn wrapped his arm around her waist and told her gently and worriedly "I love you". "Oh Sydney what have they done to you" he began to get more frantic.
She began speaking softly "My mother cut me...over and over, she just wouldn't stop.... When she got bored she sent in Khasinau and he tied my hands tighter behind me. He...he.. took me to a room and hung me upside down from the ceiling and beat me every few hours for a few days..I...I..I don't know how many, I lost count. I still..... refused to work with them..with HER so they brought me to a room where Sark was waiting. He....he....he..." she couldn't continue.
Vaughn spoke to her soothingly and said "Sydney oh you must..please tell me what he did to you...please!" now he was pleading. He couldn't imagine what Sark had done to her.
"He...he ..oh Vaughn! I was so afraid...so afraid."and that was all she could manage to get out and she knew he saw deep into her eyes where she was showing signs of utter disgust and ashamedness.
Vaughn had no idea what Sark had done to her, but it must of been pretty awful by the way her eyes were so terrified and disgusted and yet ashamed somehow. He continued to wonder but soon spoke.
He spoke softly to her, "We need to get you to a hospital Syd.... and quick. I ...I...Idon't know how bad you're... hurt."
" Ok" was all she said as she fell fast asleep. She must not have slept in weeks. Poor Sydney, poor,..poor...Sydney.
But Vaughn was determined to get her through this.
He picked her up in his arms so easily that it scared him. She was so light. She must have weighed only 70 or 80 pounds. This frightened him even more. He carried her to his car and drove her to the closest CIA hospital ignoring all of the traffic laws. He didn't care about laws right now...he only cared that Sydney lived.