The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! Not to many reviews to make me happy, but I've
finished everything and have the weekend free to study for finals next week since all my
friends are going to NYC, so here I sit, typing fan fiction and watching it snow (It hasn't
stopped yet and it was snowing this morning when I got up at 6:30. We've got a good six
inches I'd say. YEA!!!!!)
And STILL- To all my friends out there reading this: You are in college and
therefore you should be capable of clicking a button. If not, seek me out for further
instructions.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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The ringing of the phone jolted Sydney out of her concentration of what red
shapes were being formed on the floor.
"Have to answer the phone."
Sydney stood up and walked out of the bathroom and into the living room to
answer the phone.
She didn't even take notice of the trail of blood that followed her.
"Hello?"
"Joey's pizza?"
Sydney's heart broke again. It sounded just like Vaughn. "Wrong-"
"That's funny. I don't want any pizza." Giggling could be heard on the other end
of the phone.
"Vaughn?
"What?"
"Vaughn?!"
"What?!"
"You're alive?"
"Um...Yeah? At least I think so. Why?"
"They said you were dead."
"They did?"
"Yeah."
"Bummer. I don't want to be dead."
"Yeah. I don't want you to be dead either."
There was a pause as each were lost in contemplation.
"Red's a really cool color."
Sydney sat down on the floor. "Yeah. There's all kinds of cool stuff that's red."
"Blood's cool."
"I suppose so."
"There's blood on my leg."
"There's blood on my arms."
"What did you do?"
"What did you do?"
"I think I was shot."
"I slit my wrists."
"Shouldn't it hurt?"
"I seem to be bleeding a lot."
"I mean, bullets right, they generally hurt?"
"I think I'll probably die eventually."
"Then we'll both be dead."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I'm really dead?"
"That's what they said."
"Do I have to be?"
"Have to be what?"
"Dead. I mean, do I have to be just because they say so?"
Sydney pondered that for a moment. "Hey. Yeah. Why should they be able to
make you dead if you don't want to be?"
"Yeah. Ok. Then I decide NOT to be dead."
"Yea! I'm glad you're not dead. I miss you."
"I miss you too," he paused, "Wait! Didn't you say you were going to be dead?"
"Most likely. There seems to be a lot of blood all over."
"But if you're dead and I'm alive then we can't see each other."
"Oh. Then I don't want to be dead either."
"OK......Who are you again?"
"Sydney."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Sydney who?"
Sydney found this hysterically funny and fell to the floor, unable to stop laughing.
And that was where her father found her five minutes later. Laying on the red-
stained carpet, tears running down her face from laughing, the phone clutched in her
hand, sticky with gore.
"Sydney!"
Jack flung himself onto the floor, pulling her into his lap. "Sydney! Sydney, God,
not again."
There was so much blood. Her stomach was coated in it, her arms covered in red
streaks reaching to her elbows. He reached to take the phone from her.
"NO! My Vaughn."
"What?"
"My Vaughn. You can't have him."
She closed her eyes. "Kinda tired now. Wanna sleep with Vaughn."
Jack ripped the phone away from her, ignoring her protests.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"The girl with the blood...what did she say her name was again? Sydney! That's
it. But that's not right. I think she's a little confused. She's Syd. She has bozo hair. And
the most amazing-"
"Mr. Vaughn! Where are you?"
"I'm right here."
"Where are you located? What city are you in? What country?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I dunno. A dark one?"
"How did you call this number?"
"Well there was this like, phone, but it was in my pocket. And I hit the button that
makes it dial real fast, and there she was. My goddess. The love of my life. The woman
with the amazing-"
"Mr. Vaughn. I want you to look around and tell me what you see."
"Okey Dokey. Um...There's some lights, and some of 'em are like flashing.
Wow. That's so cool."
"What else do you see?"
"Woah! That is one huge fucking eagle! And it's changing colors! How can
something change color and yet always be gold at the same time?"
"Is the eagle on a building?"
"Yeperdeedoodles."
"Are there any signs on the building?"
"Yeperdeedoodles with smiley faces and candy buttons and some fudge that I
would love to eat and I'm kinda hungry-"
"What does the sign say?"
"Er...Ar...Em...Am...Amero...Ohhhhhhhhhh....American Embassy," he paused,
"Embassy is a funny word. Hehehe. It has a Y at the end."
"Listen to me carefully."
"OK."
Jack struggled to keep his temper in check. "I want you to walk into that
building."
"Ok." There was a moment of silence. "Hey! Somebody tell the building to quit
changing size. 's making me dizzy." More silence. "Hey guys! Whaz up? Hey....Hey! Get
your hands offa me!" There was the sound of the phone hitting the ground and more,
softer protests from Vaughn.
"Hello? Hello?!" Jack screamed into the phone. Someone came onto the other
end. "Who is this?!"
"Agent Robertson, CIA. I don't know who your friend is but-"
"He's CIA."
There was a moment of silence then she came back on, menace in her voice.
"What?"
"He was undercover with another agent when they were both captured. The other
agent was recovered, but he was thought dead. A body was found, it was identified as
him."
"Then are you sure this is your man?"
"Yes. Positive."
"What office?"
"Los Angeles. Under Director Devlin."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "He's pretty messed up."
"So was the other agent." He looked down at Sydney and saw her eyed repeatedly
fluttering closed. "Shit! Speaking of which she slit her wrists and is still bleeding. I have
to go! Don't let him out of your sight! He's drugged. Has no idea what's going on. He
knows to much classified information to be left on his own."
"Understood."
Jack hung up the phone and threw it, not seeing it as it skidded across the kitchen
floor and under the stove.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me Sydney!"
"Tired Daddy," she whispered.
He ran into the bathroom, blanching at the amount of blood. He tore apart the
medicine cabinet, grabbing all the bandages he could find.
He rushed back, throwing everything on the floor next to her and easing her head
into his lap.
"It's ok. Everything's gonna be ok."
He started wrapping her wrists, not stopping until he ran out of bandages.
He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket.
"Hello? Yes. I need an ambulance at Sydney Bristow's house immediately. She
cut herself, she's lost a lot of blood....Yes, I think the bleeding has slowed down, but it
hasn't stopped. And I need a cleanup crew too. Her roommates can't come back to this....
Why? It's a lot of blood. The amount you'd find if, for instance, you came home and
found your roommate lying dead with a bullet through her heart....Yes. Thank you."
He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, looking down at Sydney. She
had a big stupid grin on her face.
"Vaughn's not dead."
He sighed. "It looks that way."
"Good. No want Vaughn dead."
"Yes. It's wonderful. And it would have been even more wonderful if no one had
told you that he was dead in the first place."
"Yeah. That was mean. He made me all sad."
Jack looked down at Sydney's wrists. "This is never going to end, is it?"
Sydney smiled and crossed her arms across her chest. "My Vaughn. Love my
Vaughn."
The door opened and Jack looked up.
"Oh shit." Weiss just stood there staring at Sydney. "I didn't...I mean...Oh
God...I didn't-"
"It's ok. She'll be fine. She just needs some blood."
"Yep." Sydney was giggling. Then she looked at her father with a strangely
comical serious face. "Vaughn get blood too, right? Needs blood. Something 'bout gettin'
shot."
"What?"
But he said it didn't hurt. That's silly. Bullets hurt."
"She's delirious."
Jack looked up at Weiss. "No. Just very, very high." He started to tell Weiss about
Vaughn and then thought better of it. "You'd better sit down."
"Why?"
"Sit!"
Weiss quickly sat down on the couch.
Jack breathed a quick sigh, hoping Weiss wouldn't pass out. "Vaughn's in the
custody of CIA agents at an American embassy."
Weiss jumped up. "What?!"
"He called here. He was still on the phone when I arrived. He was pretty messed
up," he looked down at Sydney, "and may have been shot, but he's ok. The agents there
are going to contact Devlin. After that he'll probably be sent home."
Weiss sank onto the couch. "But the body. It was identified."
"Obviously they didn't check closely enough."
"They told his mother. She couldn't stop crying."
"At least she'll be getting her son back."
Weiss nodded, head in his hands.
Jack looked at the clock. Too long. "Come on."
"What?"
"Help me get her to your car."
"Why?"
"She has to get to a hospital now. She needs blood."
"Oh."
Weiss rushed over and helped him get her outside and into the car, not easily
accomplished when all she wanted to do was sing and proclaim her love for Vaughn.
Weiss cleared his throat. "It's amazing," Jack looked at him, "I can't seem to
remember a word she uttered the entire trip."
Jack sighed. "Probably for the best."
They finally maneuvered her into the car and headed to the hospital.
A different hospital, a different name.
Same as always.
So what do YOU think? Is she going to be ok? And what's up with Vaughn? Will I
EVER get to the point where Vaughn actually is present in all his yummy goodness?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! Not to many reviews to make me happy, but I've
finished everything and have the weekend free to study for finals next week since all my
friends are going to NYC, so here I sit, typing fan fiction and watching it snow (It hasn't
stopped yet and it was snowing this morning when I got up at 6:30. We've got a good six
inches I'd say. YEA!!!!!)
And STILL- To all my friends out there reading this: You are in college and
therefore you should be capable of clicking a button. If not, seek me out for further
instructions.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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The ringing of the phone jolted Sydney out of her concentration of what red
shapes were being formed on the floor.
"Have to answer the phone."
Sydney stood up and walked out of the bathroom and into the living room to
answer the phone.
She didn't even take notice of the trail of blood that followed her.
"Hello?"
"Joey's pizza?"
Sydney's heart broke again. It sounded just like Vaughn. "Wrong-"
"That's funny. I don't want any pizza." Giggling could be heard on the other end
of the phone.
"Vaughn?
"What?"
"Vaughn?!"
"What?!"
"You're alive?"
"Um...Yeah? At least I think so. Why?"
"They said you were dead."
"They did?"
"Yeah."
"Bummer. I don't want to be dead."
"Yeah. I don't want you to be dead either."
There was a pause as each were lost in contemplation.
"Red's a really cool color."
Sydney sat down on the floor. "Yeah. There's all kinds of cool stuff that's red."
"Blood's cool."
"I suppose so."
"There's blood on my leg."
"There's blood on my arms."
"What did you do?"
"What did you do?"
"I think I was shot."
"I slit my wrists."
"Shouldn't it hurt?"
"I seem to be bleeding a lot."
"I mean, bullets right, they generally hurt?"
"I think I'll probably die eventually."
"Then we'll both be dead."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I'm really dead?"
"That's what they said."
"Do I have to be?"
"Have to be what?"
"Dead. I mean, do I have to be just because they say so?"
Sydney pondered that for a moment. "Hey. Yeah. Why should they be able to
make you dead if you don't want to be?"
"Yeah. Ok. Then I decide NOT to be dead."
"Yea! I'm glad you're not dead. I miss you."
"I miss you too," he paused, "Wait! Didn't you say you were going to be dead?"
"Most likely. There seems to be a lot of blood all over."
"But if you're dead and I'm alive then we can't see each other."
"Oh. Then I don't want to be dead either."
"OK......Who are you again?"
"Sydney."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Sydney who?"
Sydney found this hysterically funny and fell to the floor, unable to stop laughing.
And that was where her father found her five minutes later. Laying on the red-
stained carpet, tears running down her face from laughing, the phone clutched in her
hand, sticky with gore.
"Sydney!"
Jack flung himself onto the floor, pulling her into his lap. "Sydney! Sydney, God,
not again."
There was so much blood. Her stomach was coated in it, her arms covered in red
streaks reaching to her elbows. He reached to take the phone from her.
"NO! My Vaughn."
"What?"
"My Vaughn. You can't have him."
She closed her eyes. "Kinda tired now. Wanna sleep with Vaughn."
Jack ripped the phone away from her, ignoring her protests.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"The girl with the blood...what did she say her name was again? Sydney! That's
it. But that's not right. I think she's a little confused. She's Syd. She has bozo hair. And
the most amazing-"
"Mr. Vaughn! Where are you?"
"I'm right here."
"Where are you located? What city are you in? What country?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I dunno. A dark one?"
"How did you call this number?"
"Well there was this like, phone, but it was in my pocket. And I hit the button that
makes it dial real fast, and there she was. My goddess. The love of my life. The woman
with the amazing-"
"Mr. Vaughn. I want you to look around and tell me what you see."
"Okey Dokey. Um...There's some lights, and some of 'em are like flashing.
Wow. That's so cool."
"What else do you see?"
"Woah! That is one huge fucking eagle! And it's changing colors! How can
something change color and yet always be gold at the same time?"
"Is the eagle on a building?"
"Yeperdeedoodles."
"Are there any signs on the building?"
"Yeperdeedoodles with smiley faces and candy buttons and some fudge that I
would love to eat and I'm kinda hungry-"
"What does the sign say?"
"Er...Ar...Em...Am...Amero...Ohhhhhhhhhh....American Embassy," he paused,
"Embassy is a funny word. Hehehe. It has a Y at the end."
"Listen to me carefully."
"OK."
Jack struggled to keep his temper in check. "I want you to walk into that
building."
"Ok." There was a moment of silence. "Hey! Somebody tell the building to quit
changing size. 's making me dizzy." More silence. "Hey guys! Whaz up? Hey....Hey! Get
your hands offa me!" There was the sound of the phone hitting the ground and more,
softer protests from Vaughn.
"Hello? Hello?!" Jack screamed into the phone. Someone came onto the other
end. "Who is this?!"
"Agent Robertson, CIA. I don't know who your friend is but-"
"He's CIA."
There was a moment of silence then she came back on, menace in her voice.
"What?"
"He was undercover with another agent when they were both captured. The other
agent was recovered, but he was thought dead. A body was found, it was identified as
him."
"Then are you sure this is your man?"
"Yes. Positive."
"What office?"
"Los Angeles. Under Director Devlin."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "He's pretty messed up."
"So was the other agent." He looked down at Sydney and saw her eyed repeatedly
fluttering closed. "Shit! Speaking of which she slit her wrists and is still bleeding. I have
to go! Don't let him out of your sight! He's drugged. Has no idea what's going on. He
knows to much classified information to be left on his own."
"Understood."
Jack hung up the phone and threw it, not seeing it as it skidded across the kitchen
floor and under the stove.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me Sydney!"
"Tired Daddy," she whispered.
He ran into the bathroom, blanching at the amount of blood. He tore apart the
medicine cabinet, grabbing all the bandages he could find.
He rushed back, throwing everything on the floor next to her and easing her head
into his lap.
"It's ok. Everything's gonna be ok."
He started wrapping her wrists, not stopping until he ran out of bandages.
He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket.
"Hello? Yes. I need an ambulance at Sydney Bristow's house immediately. She
cut herself, she's lost a lot of blood....Yes, I think the bleeding has slowed down, but it
hasn't stopped. And I need a cleanup crew too. Her roommates can't come back to this....
Why? It's a lot of blood. The amount you'd find if, for instance, you came home and
found your roommate lying dead with a bullet through her heart....Yes. Thank you."
He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, looking down at Sydney. She
had a big stupid grin on her face.
"Vaughn's not dead."
He sighed. "It looks that way."
"Good. No want Vaughn dead."
"Yes. It's wonderful. And it would have been even more wonderful if no one had
told you that he was dead in the first place."
"Yeah. That was mean. He made me all sad."
Jack looked down at Sydney's wrists. "This is never going to end, is it?"
Sydney smiled and crossed her arms across her chest. "My Vaughn. Love my
Vaughn."
The door opened and Jack looked up.
"Oh shit." Weiss just stood there staring at Sydney. "I didn't...I mean...Oh
God...I didn't-"
"It's ok. She'll be fine. She just needs some blood."
"Yep." Sydney was giggling. Then she looked at her father with a strangely
comical serious face. "Vaughn get blood too, right? Needs blood. Something 'bout gettin'
shot."
"What?"
But he said it didn't hurt. That's silly. Bullets hurt."
"She's delirious."
Jack looked up at Weiss. "No. Just very, very high." He started to tell Weiss about
Vaughn and then thought better of it. "You'd better sit down."
"Why?"
"Sit!"
Weiss quickly sat down on the couch.
Jack breathed a quick sigh, hoping Weiss wouldn't pass out. "Vaughn's in the
custody of CIA agents at an American embassy."
Weiss jumped up. "What?!"
"He called here. He was still on the phone when I arrived. He was pretty messed
up," he looked down at Sydney, "and may have been shot, but he's ok. The agents there
are going to contact Devlin. After that he'll probably be sent home."
Weiss sank onto the couch. "But the body. It was identified."
"Obviously they didn't check closely enough."
"They told his mother. She couldn't stop crying."
"At least she'll be getting her son back."
Weiss nodded, head in his hands.
Jack looked at the clock. Too long. "Come on."
"What?"
"Help me get her to your car."
"Why?"
"She has to get to a hospital now. She needs blood."
"Oh."
Weiss rushed over and helped him get her outside and into the car, not easily
accomplished when all she wanted to do was sing and proclaim her love for Vaughn.
Weiss cleared his throat. "It's amazing," Jack looked at him, "I can't seem to
remember a word she uttered the entire trip."
Jack sighed. "Probably for the best."
They finally maneuvered her into the car and headed to the hospital.
A different hospital, a different name.
Same as always.
So what do YOU think? Is she going to be ok? And what's up with Vaughn? Will I
EVER get to the point where Vaughn actually is present in all his yummy goodness?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!