The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All characters belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! MY COMPUTER WORKS NOW!!! Still have to
install some more stuff but I finished the story and just have to type it all up. :)
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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Sydney insisted on skipping to the car. "Hi ho, Hi ho, Its off to Vaughn we go. I
love him now, I'll see him soon, Hi ho, Hi ho, Hi ho, Hi ho." She stopped and turned to
him. "Are we there yet?"
"Come on Sydney, get in the car," she looked about to pout, "We'll get to Vaughn
faster if you cooperate."
With a swiftness that scared him she jumped in the car and shut the door. "Come
on. Let's go already."
This is bad, Jack thought, if anyone in the CIA hears her, Vaughn is going to be
one rescued CIA agent who is out of a job.
It was with some trepidation that he called the CIA offices. "Hello? Did the clean
up crew finish with the house before her roommates got back? Good. No traces left?
Thank you."
He hung up and dialed Weiss. "Is everything ready? Good. Meet us at the airstrip
in twenty minutes with all the gear."
Sydney started giggling in the backseat. "Airstrip's a funny word."
Jack pulled the car over and turned around to look at Sydney. "I need you to listen
to me carefully. We are going to be in an area with many CIA agents. While we are there
you can not proclaim your love for Vaughn, or sing songs about him or, to be safe, talk
about him at all."
"Why?"
"Because if you do they will make sure that the two of you never see each other
again."
"But I love him!"
Jack took a deep breath. This entire situation was revealing more than he ever
wanted to know about their relationship. "Then you have to be quiet."
Sydney nodded seriously. "Ok."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and resumed driving.
When they reached the airstrip entrance Sydney abruptly ended the, semi-normal,
conversation they had been having. "Quiet now," she whispered.
They met Weiss and boarded the plane silently, Sydney never saying a word.
The plane took off with no problems, and soon they were on their way to Taipei.
Jack and Weiss studied the plans of the building and all the other information he
had bright.
Weiss looked on edge. "Can't we just explain things to them? I mean, this is very
illegal. We're going to break a prisoner out of CIA custody."
"Do you want him to be brought up on drug charges? Because if he is he'll be
convicted. You didn't hear him, he was definitely on drugs. When he's convicted he'll be
promptly fired from the CIA. He won't be able to get a job. His life will be ruined. Is that
what you want?"
Weiss shook his head. "How do we do this?"
They went on planning and figured out what op tech they had to work with.
Sydney was asleep, curled into a ball, next to one of the crates.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The plane landed with a thud and Sydney's eyes snapped open.
When she saw no one else looked worried she sat up and stretched her arms over
her head. "Are we THERE yet?"
The two men pointedly ignored this. They finally stood up and each grabbed a
large black backpack as the plane rolled to a stop.
Jack motioned for Weiss to get off the plane then walked over and knelt in front
of Sydney. "Sydney. You have to stay in the plane until we get back."
"No. I don't wanna stay here. Wanna see Vaughn."
"We'll bring him back here. You can see him then."
"N-" for a single moment Sydney's rational side broke free of the confines of her
drug-induced haze. Agree with him, it whispered. "Ok."
"Ok?" Jack asked.
Sydney nodded. "I'll stay here."
Jack nodded. "Good." He grabbed his bag and jogged to catch up with Weiss.
Sydney waited until they were out of sight and then sat down on one of the crates
to think.
She unconsciously rubbed at her still sore ribs. Something was wrong, she knew
it. Her head was all fuzzy, she couldn't think straight. The drugs, she thought right before
they regrouped, the fuzziness once again overtaking her brain.
She sat back on the crate, leaning on her hands and swinging her feet back and
forth.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The two CIA agents that had been assigned the simple task of escorting one
"agent" to his cell were at a loss.
He had freaked out and pulled away from them with super human strength. Then
he had fled, right out the front door.
The agents stood staring at the door. The one on the right hit his comrade on the
arm. "Told ya we should have gone the other way."
"Shut up." They turned from the door and headed back to report to their superior
officer about the six crazy men with guns and knives who had burst in and grabbed their
charge. And despite their valiant efforts to follow them, the men had escaped.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jack and Weiss crouched in a darkened alleyway.
"We'll go in through the sewers. They lead up to the basement offices. Then we'll
break into one of the offices and use the computer to disable the security system. I'll set
off an alarm in another part of the complex. When the guards rush out you'll get into the
cellblock and release Vaughn. We'll meet up back by the sewer entrance and then we're
out."
Weiss was nodding. "Ok. Got it."
"Vaughn!"
"Sydney!"
The faint calls drew their attention and they moved quickly yet silently to the
mouth of the alley.
They stood dumbfounded as Sydney and Vaughn embraced, both giggling like
school children. It was the kiss that finally jolted the two men into action. They tore
across the street and ripped the two apart.
Jack held onto Vaughn tightly as he stumbled. He couldn't seem to get his one leg
steady under him.
Jack looked down, seeing the bandages on his thigh, and slung Vaughn's arm
over his shoulders, holding him up.
Weiss looked panicked, seeing Vaughn stumble and still trying to hold onto an
injured, wiggling Sydney Bristow.
"Is he ok?"
"His leg is bandaged. Looks like he has been shot. We need to get back to the
plane."
Weiss nodded and whispered something in Sydney's ear, wincing as she stopped
wiggling and started nodding empathically.
He let go of her and went over to Vaughn, putting his other arm around his
shoulders. They started walking forward, Sydney following closely behind, skipping.
The trip to the plane took forever and yet no time. The pilot waited only until they
were in the plane and then started off right away.
So what do YOU think? Is Vaughn going to be ok? Will I continue to type after I post
this? Will I EVER get to the point where Vaughn actually is present in all his yummy
goodness?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! 'Cause the absolutely best part comes after this one. :)
I own nothing. All characters belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! MY COMPUTER WORKS NOW!!! Still have to
install some more stuff but I finished the story and just have to type it all up. :)
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Sydney insisted on skipping to the car. "Hi ho, Hi ho, Its off to Vaughn we go. I
love him now, I'll see him soon, Hi ho, Hi ho, Hi ho, Hi ho." She stopped and turned to
him. "Are we there yet?"
"Come on Sydney, get in the car," she looked about to pout, "We'll get to Vaughn
faster if you cooperate."
With a swiftness that scared him she jumped in the car and shut the door. "Come
on. Let's go already."
This is bad, Jack thought, if anyone in the CIA hears her, Vaughn is going to be
one rescued CIA agent who is out of a job.
It was with some trepidation that he called the CIA offices. "Hello? Did the clean
up crew finish with the house before her roommates got back? Good. No traces left?
Thank you."
He hung up and dialed Weiss. "Is everything ready? Good. Meet us at the airstrip
in twenty minutes with all the gear."
Sydney started giggling in the backseat. "Airstrip's a funny word."
Jack pulled the car over and turned around to look at Sydney. "I need you to listen
to me carefully. We are going to be in an area with many CIA agents. While we are there
you can not proclaim your love for Vaughn, or sing songs about him or, to be safe, talk
about him at all."
"Why?"
"Because if you do they will make sure that the two of you never see each other
again."
"But I love him!"
Jack took a deep breath. This entire situation was revealing more than he ever
wanted to know about their relationship. "Then you have to be quiet."
Sydney nodded seriously. "Ok."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and resumed driving.
When they reached the airstrip entrance Sydney abruptly ended the, semi-normal,
conversation they had been having. "Quiet now," she whispered.
They met Weiss and boarded the plane silently, Sydney never saying a word.
The plane took off with no problems, and soon they were on their way to Taipei.
Jack and Weiss studied the plans of the building and all the other information he
had bright.
Weiss looked on edge. "Can't we just explain things to them? I mean, this is very
illegal. We're going to break a prisoner out of CIA custody."
"Do you want him to be brought up on drug charges? Because if he is he'll be
convicted. You didn't hear him, he was definitely on drugs. When he's convicted he'll be
promptly fired from the CIA. He won't be able to get a job. His life will be ruined. Is that
what you want?"
Weiss shook his head. "How do we do this?"
They went on planning and figured out what op tech they had to work with.
Sydney was asleep, curled into a ball, next to one of the crates.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The plane landed with a thud and Sydney's eyes snapped open.
When she saw no one else looked worried she sat up and stretched her arms over
her head. "Are we THERE yet?"
The two men pointedly ignored this. They finally stood up and each grabbed a
large black backpack as the plane rolled to a stop.
Jack motioned for Weiss to get off the plane then walked over and knelt in front
of Sydney. "Sydney. You have to stay in the plane until we get back."
"No. I don't wanna stay here. Wanna see Vaughn."
"We'll bring him back here. You can see him then."
"N-" for a single moment Sydney's rational side broke free of the confines of her
drug-induced haze. Agree with him, it whispered. "Ok."
"Ok?" Jack asked.
Sydney nodded. "I'll stay here."
Jack nodded. "Good." He grabbed his bag and jogged to catch up with Weiss.
Sydney waited until they were out of sight and then sat down on one of the crates
to think.
She unconsciously rubbed at her still sore ribs. Something was wrong, she knew
it. Her head was all fuzzy, she couldn't think straight. The drugs, she thought right before
they regrouped, the fuzziness once again overtaking her brain.
She sat back on the crate, leaning on her hands and swinging her feet back and
forth.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The two CIA agents that had been assigned the simple task of escorting one
"agent" to his cell were at a loss.
He had freaked out and pulled away from them with super human strength. Then
he had fled, right out the front door.
The agents stood staring at the door. The one on the right hit his comrade on the
arm. "Told ya we should have gone the other way."
"Shut up." They turned from the door and headed back to report to their superior
officer about the six crazy men with guns and knives who had burst in and grabbed their
charge. And despite their valiant efforts to follow them, the men had escaped.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jack and Weiss crouched in a darkened alleyway.
"We'll go in through the sewers. They lead up to the basement offices. Then we'll
break into one of the offices and use the computer to disable the security system. I'll set
off an alarm in another part of the complex. When the guards rush out you'll get into the
cellblock and release Vaughn. We'll meet up back by the sewer entrance and then we're
out."
Weiss was nodding. "Ok. Got it."
"Vaughn!"
"Sydney!"
The faint calls drew their attention and they moved quickly yet silently to the
mouth of the alley.
They stood dumbfounded as Sydney and Vaughn embraced, both giggling like
school children. It was the kiss that finally jolted the two men into action. They tore
across the street and ripped the two apart.
Jack held onto Vaughn tightly as he stumbled. He couldn't seem to get his one leg
steady under him.
Jack looked down, seeing the bandages on his thigh, and slung Vaughn's arm
over his shoulders, holding him up.
Weiss looked panicked, seeing Vaughn stumble and still trying to hold onto an
injured, wiggling Sydney Bristow.
"Is he ok?"
"His leg is bandaged. Looks like he has been shot. We need to get back to the
plane."
Weiss nodded and whispered something in Sydney's ear, wincing as she stopped
wiggling and started nodding empathically.
He let go of her and went over to Vaughn, putting his other arm around his
shoulders. They started walking forward, Sydney following closely behind, skipping.
The trip to the plane took forever and yet no time. The pilot waited only until they
were in the plane and then started off right away.
So what do YOU think? Is Vaughn going to be ok? Will I continue to type after I post
this? Will I EVER get to the point where Vaughn actually is present in all his yummy
goodness?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! 'Cause the absolutely best part comes after this one. :)