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 comes back alive......
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic...I hope you guys like it so give me feedback....good or bad..ok?
Disclaimer: I kinda forgot to put this in the other chapters...sorry..
Alias is not mine. I do not own it. I wish I did but I don't.
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CHAPTER 3
I was quite agitated as I waited in the dull white waiting room at the Angel Of Hope CIA hospital I had sped Sydney to in all of my fright.
She was being examined by Dr. Harrison, a close friend of mine. He had heard I was at the hospital and kindly offered to tend to Sydney. For this I was grateful because I didn't think I could trust anyone else with Sydney.
I was nervous. Anxious. Afraid. Every feeling that is possible to feel. Hopeful.
Finally Dr. Harrisons nurse arrived in the waiting room after I felt I had waited in forever.
She calmly walked up to me carrying a large manila folder tightly in her hands.
She looked me in the eyes sadly and handed me the folder she was holding which was obviously Sydney's.
I couldn't get over how sorrowful she looked.
I carefully opened the folder afraid of what might be inside.
I read over it:
Patient: Sydney A. Bristow
Room 512
Condition: Stable
Injuries: Several mild cuts and bruises.
Left/Right fractured wrists.
Maternal State: Two months pregnant.
Father: Unspecified.
Reasoning: Brutal Rape
At this sight my eyes felt heavy. It was as if they were sinking. Then I realized it. I was crying. This was what Sydney was trying to tell me about Sark. Now I knew why she was so afraid....So...so...afraid.
The nurse say my tears and gently pointed in the direction of Sydney's room.
I dried my tears knowing that I would have to be strong... I had to be strong for Sydney.
I gently opened the door to her room and cautiously walked in, kneeling by her bedside.
I was glad to see that she was awake from the anistetic. But she looked pained...so pained.
All she could manage to get out was "I'm sorry...so...so sorry."
Why was she sorry? It wasn't her fault. Goodness...maybe she thought that I would hate her after finding out she was pregnant with Sarks child. But I dont. I don't hate her. I love her. Unconditionally.
So I told her just this.
She sighed heavily, "What am I going to do?"
"What do you mean Sydney?"
"I mean am I really going to have this baby? Or...or should I.....abort?"
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 comes back alive......
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic...I hope you guys like it so give me feedback....good or bad..ok?
Disclaimer: I kinda forgot to put this in the other chapters...sorry..
Alias is not mine. I do not own it. I wish I did but I don't.
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CHAPTER 3
I was quite agitated as I waited in the dull white waiting room at the Angel Of Hope CIA hospital I had sped Sydney to in all of my fright.
She was being examined by Dr. Harrison, a close friend of mine. He had heard I was at the hospital and kindly offered to tend to Sydney. For this I was grateful because I didn't think I could trust anyone else with Sydney.
I was nervous. Anxious. Afraid. Every feeling that is possible to feel. Hopeful.
Finally Dr. Harrisons nurse arrived in the waiting room after I felt I had waited in forever.
She calmly walked up to me carrying a large manila folder tightly in her hands.
She looked me in the eyes sadly and handed me the folder she was holding which was obviously Sydney's.
I couldn't get over how sorrowful she looked.
I carefully opened the folder afraid of what might be inside.
I read over it:
Patient: Sydney A. Bristow
Room 512
Condition: Stable
Injuries: Several mild cuts and bruises.
Left/Right fractured wrists.
Maternal State: Two months pregnant.
Father: Unspecified.
Reasoning: Brutal Rape
At this sight my eyes felt heavy. It was as if they were sinking. Then I realized it. I was crying. This was what Sydney was trying to tell me about Sark. Now I knew why she was so afraid....So...so...afraid.
The nurse say my tears and gently pointed in the direction of Sydney's room.
I dried my tears knowing that I would have to be strong... I had to be strong for Sydney.
I gently opened the door to her room and cautiously walked in, kneeling by her bedside.
I was glad to see that she was awake from the anistetic. But she looked pained...so pained.
All she could manage to get out was "I'm sorry...so...so sorry."
Why was she sorry? It wasn't her fault. Goodness...maybe she thought that I would hate her after finding out she was pregnant with Sarks child. But I dont. I don't hate her. I love her. Unconditionally.
So I told her just this.
She sighed heavily, "What am I going to do?"
"What do you mean Sydney?"
"I mean am I really going to have this baby? Or...or should I.....abort?"