Okay, this is inspired by this song which I love and it's called 'Like the Rose' by B*Witched. Peach Out.
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Every little word
With every lesson learned
I think I know why hearts are made of stone
Every little pain
Fans a bitter flame
Nothing stops me loving you
Sydney Bristow smiled as she disconnected the server.
"Okay, Dixon, I'm online. I'll talk to you at the extraction point," she said, switching off his comm link and turning on the CIA link.
"Base Ops, this is Freelancer, do you copy?" She whispered in her comm link. She looked at herself and laughed.
She was in Scotland, switching the phone line so that they could get a voice identification on someone. Sydney was decked out in a long black skirt, a black crop top with a black blazer, and a long black wig. Will had called her Morticia when she described it.
"Read you loud and clear," came Vaughn's response. Sydney smiled at the sound of his voice and instantly felt more secure about the mission.
She heard the download of the phone software finish and she unplugged the phone line, stuffing the modem in her bag.
"Base Ops, this is Freelancer. I won't turn off my link until I'm at the extraction site, but the mission is complete. See you at the airport," she said in her link.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She pulled her skirt off, revealing tight black pants. She pulled the guns from her pockets and began shooting
Can't you see that we belong
Oh how I want it to be
So tell me do you feel the way I feel
The guns weren't loaded.
"Damn!" Sydney swore loudly and ran down the hall.
"My guns aren't loaded!" Sydney exclaimed in her link.
"What? Oh, no. Syd, get the hell out of there," Vaughn said, frantic with worry.
"One step ahead of you," she said, running.
Five steps ahead, Sydney tripped and fell against a wall in the corridor. Pain ran through her, but she got up, guards ten feet away.
Sydney ran like wildfire but three seconds later, a gunshot was heard.
Sydney groaned in agony. The bullet hit her stomach.
She forced herself to keep running, opening a door to a room and locking it behind her.
The door was metal and she turned against it, seeing a man sitting at a desk.
"Aye, you can't be here!" He exclaimed. Sydney walked out and forced him unconscious with a roundhouse to the head.
He fell over in his desk and Sydney collapsed on the floor. Vaughn's voice had been ringing in Sydney's ear for a while, but she hadn't the time to answer him.
"SYDNEY? Are you there? Freelancer, copy me, damnit!" He ordered, sounding horrified. Sydney felt her eyes fill with tears; he was safe across the street and she was laying on the floor, a bullet in her side.
"I'm here. I'm hit. I'll climb out the window and have Dixon drive me to the airport and get on the airplane; Dix is headed for Hawaii, taking a vacation," Sydney forced out. Vaughn sighed with relief.
"Thank God you're okay. Okay, copy that," he said. Sydney switched off and turned on Dixon's comm link.
"Dix, a bullet grazed me. I'm on the ninth floor outside window 7A. I'll get to the parking lot and meet you there," she said, opening the window. She hopped out the window, sliding down a rope she hooked to the man's desk.
When she got to the parking lot, she got in the getaway car and they drove to the airport in silence for fear of a sighting.
Dixon was late for his flight and ran off quickly. Sydney got on the CIA jet and fell into a chair, closing her eyes, groaning in pain.
Baby, like the rose
Oh darling, you put color in my life
Baby, take my heart forever
'Cause I don't wanna be afraid
No, no
She heard Vaughn's hurried footsteps rush up to where she lay, breathing shallowly. He gasped and kneeled on the floor by her.
"Oh, gosh, Syd. Can you stand?" He asked her. She nodded and he put his arm around her and under her left arm, hoisting her up, letting her lean on him.
They walked (limping, in Sydney's case) to the back of the plane to a private room with a bed. Vaughn helped her get on the bed then let go of her.
"There's a doctor on board; I'll go let him know you're hurt," he said, rushing away.
He came back very soon after and sat by her, lifting up her shirt slowly, gasping when he saw the wound.
The bullet had hit her left side, an inch above her hip and an inch inside the skin. It wasn't lodged in, and it would be easy to get out.
He touched it and she flinched. "It hurts like hell," she complained. He nodded.
"Don't worry. It'll be over soon," he said. She nodded and the doctor walked in the room, not talking, examining the wound.
"That bullet needs out. Out now," he said. Vaughn looked at him, concerned.
"Can't you put her to sleep and remove the bullet on land?" He asked him. The doctor shook his head.
"She'll die of blood loss," he said. Vaughn looked at Sydney and she nodded. She put her hand in the air and he took it in his, her eyes filling with tears.
The doctor took a scalpel and large tweezers from his bag, walking to Sydney's bedside. Vaughn looked at him quickly.
"Whoa, wait a minute! Doesn't she get something for the pain?" He asked him. The doctor shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not. The sedative would take too long to work. And I think a tough agent will be able to take it," he said. Sydney nodded and strengthened her grip on Vaughn's hand, closing her eyes.
The doctor made the first cut and Sydney screamed, immediately falling into sobs. She felt Vaughn's hands wrap around her head, still holding on her hand.
He stroked her hair and kissed her head every so often, trying to quiet her. The doctor looked at them quizzically and Vaughn sighed.
Turn another page
The story will never fade
Sleep with thoughts of you until daylight
And when you're far away
Forever love will stay
Keep this loving feeling deep inside
"If you were painfully getting a bullet taken out of your side, you'd want someone by you, too," he said. The doctor thought for a moment and nodded, getting back to work.
Sydney screamed again and Vaughn turned his attention back to her, kissing her full on the lips. She closed her eyes and the doctor pulled out the bullet, putting it in the garbage. He stitched Sydney up and wrapped her stomach and waist with bandage.
"Finished," he said, walking out. Sydney was silently crying now, her eyes still closed. Vaughn wiped the tears away and sat by her head on the bed.
She smiled lightly. "Thank you so much for being here. I don't know what the hell I would have done without you," she said. He stroked her hair.
"Sydney, not only is it my job to protect you, but it's become a sort of obsession. It's like…I feel obliged to. Not because I have to, because I want to. You're important to me and if this would have happened and I wasn't there, I would have beaten myself up for it. Don't say thank you," he said. She smiled softly and kissed him twice, falling asleep under his stroking fingers.
Can't you see that we belong
Oh how I want it to be
So tell me do you feel the way I feel
Cause you're the color in my life
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