Alias - Stalking the Truth
by theONLYone -|therealonlyone@yahoo.com|-
(key:) = - scene change, [xy:] - voiceover by xy, /*/*\*\ - flashback, \*\*/*/ - end flashback
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Vaughn stirred, the desert sun finally getting to him. He took his sunglasses off and for a split second forgot ever putting them on. He looked to his right, expecting to see Sydney, but all he saw was an empty seat.
Panic rushed through his body as he looked around frantically. He turned around and looked through the back window of the car, but his eyes traveled down to the back seat. There laid Sydney, bent kind of oddly, with Vaughn's jacked shielding her face from the sun. Ah, Vaughn thought, so she escaped. He smiled and faced forward, wishing he had thought of that. Of course, seeing Sydney forced between the two doors caused him to wonder if he would fit. The back seat folded down, he remembered, so the trunk would have given them all the shade they wanted.
He put the key in the ignition, wondering if he should continue driving or look for some shade. He twisted it and nothing happened. He sat there like an idiot for almost a minute before realizing that the engine had quit on him. Vaughn looked at his left wrist, checking the time on his watch. Ten-thirteen, it read. He sighed and sat back, waiting for Sydney to wake because there was nothing else to do.
Sydney woke just a few minutes later. She sat up, her hair and clothes in disarray, and neatly folded the black coat in her hands before placing it on the seat beside her. Leaning forward, she placed a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. He turned, and despite the situation they were in, they smiled at each other. Sydney felt like she was in a movie; she could see herself watching the large screen, the image of the female lead touching the male lead's shoulder before he turned and they kissed.
What a weird—thing, she thought. Not a daydream, or even a fantasy. Or was it? What surprised her more than that was her actions; she actually leaned forward and kissed Vaughn lightly on the lips. No momentary shock, no uncomfort. It just was.
Vaughn spoke and broke her train of thought. "We're stuck here." He had been pondering his phrasing for the last ten minutes, but when he finally spoke it came out completely different than he had expected. Her kiss must have thrown him off by a few thoughts.
"Stuck? As in we can push the car or there's no sign of civilization around here?"
"As in the engine died and without a mechanic the vultures will be outside any minute now."
Sydney looked down and laughed at the joke he'd stuck in his words. "Well, I'm trained in a lot of things, but fixing cars is not one of my specialities."
"Same here."
There was a little silence, as if they were trying to figure out if this was a good or bad situation.
"So, what do we do now?" Sydney asked, making eye contact.
"I have no idea," Vaughn responded. "We can call back for someone to pick us up, but Devlin and so many other people would get on our backs faster than you can say 'sorry I called'."
"And I'm not really for my dad coming and shouting at both of us."
"Well, on the plus side, you know Haladki would spread rumors."
Sydney grinned. "Let's call him and pretend we're in some motel in the middle of Arkansas."
"Arkansas? I'm not sure we could have driven that far."
"Who cares? We'll say everyone else's phone has a busy signal because they're probably out looking for us. Make sure he doesn't tell anyone."
"That guarantees the opposite."
"Exactly." She was really excited. This would be fun. "And we can use him to take the government notices off the car's records so in the off chance that we do find a mechanic, we can get the car fixed painlessly."
Knowing Sydney could never resist a bit of mischief, Vaughn flipped open his phone and dialed the generic CIA phone number. Her logic made sense as well, but the reason he'd hit Send wasn't that. "I'd like to speak to Agent Haladki, please."
"Who should I say is calling?"
"It's his brother."
"His brother..."
"John," Sydney mouthed and Vaughn said aloud.
"Okay, John, one moment please."
About a minute of silence passed until Vaughn heard Haladki say, "Hey, John. You're not cancelling football on Monday, are you?"
"You watch football?" Vaughn said, out of complete surprise. Here he was thinking Haladki shot squirrels for fun.
"What—who is this?"
"It's Agent Vaughn. Listen, I've been trying to reach someone at the agency for about an hour, but everyone's phone is coming busy."
"That's because they're looking for you and Sydney. Have you seen her?"
"Actually, she's with me." Vaughn could practically hear the excitement covering Haladki's face. "My car broke down in Arkansas, so we stayed overnight at some motel thinking I'd get it back today."
After a moment (no doubt Haladki was registering what he had just heard): "Well, didn't you?"
"No. I guess out here in hicksville they don't take cars with government stamps on their records very seriously. Can you get it off?"
"Sure, no problem. How long do you think it'll take?"
"What, the car? A couple days, hopefully."
"The stamp should be off in half an hour. I'll get on right away."
"Hey, thanks. I owe you."
"Oh, it's no problem."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Don't tell anybody where we are, okay? Devlin will get on our case when we get back."
"My lips are—" Vaughn hung up before he finished. He looked at Sydney, who was this close to giggling. Even he had a huge grin on his face.
"You have to admit it," Sydney said, "that was fun."
"It was definitely fun."
a/n hee hee, had to do some haladki bashing, even though he's dead. wow, this story is set a long time ago. scary.
okay, was this not hilarious? i know it was pointless but i had fun writing it and i hope you had fun reading it. review!
by theONLYone -|therealonlyone@yahoo.com|-
(key:) = - scene change, [xy:] - voiceover by xy, /*/*\*\ - flashback, \*\*/*/ - end flashback
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Vaughn stirred, the desert sun finally getting to him. He took his sunglasses off and for a split second forgot ever putting them on. He looked to his right, expecting to see Sydney, but all he saw was an empty seat.
Panic rushed through his body as he looked around frantically. He turned around and looked through the back window of the car, but his eyes traveled down to the back seat. There laid Sydney, bent kind of oddly, with Vaughn's jacked shielding her face from the sun. Ah, Vaughn thought, so she escaped. He smiled and faced forward, wishing he had thought of that. Of course, seeing Sydney forced between the two doors caused him to wonder if he would fit. The back seat folded down, he remembered, so the trunk would have given them all the shade they wanted.
He put the key in the ignition, wondering if he should continue driving or look for some shade. He twisted it and nothing happened. He sat there like an idiot for almost a minute before realizing that the engine had quit on him. Vaughn looked at his left wrist, checking the time on his watch. Ten-thirteen, it read. He sighed and sat back, waiting for Sydney to wake because there was nothing else to do.
Sydney woke just a few minutes later. She sat up, her hair and clothes in disarray, and neatly folded the black coat in her hands before placing it on the seat beside her. Leaning forward, she placed a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. He turned, and despite the situation they were in, they smiled at each other. Sydney felt like she was in a movie; she could see herself watching the large screen, the image of the female lead touching the male lead's shoulder before he turned and they kissed.
What a weird—thing, she thought. Not a daydream, or even a fantasy. Or was it? What surprised her more than that was her actions; she actually leaned forward and kissed Vaughn lightly on the lips. No momentary shock, no uncomfort. It just was.
Vaughn spoke and broke her train of thought. "We're stuck here." He had been pondering his phrasing for the last ten minutes, but when he finally spoke it came out completely different than he had expected. Her kiss must have thrown him off by a few thoughts.
"Stuck? As in we can push the car or there's no sign of civilization around here?"
"As in the engine died and without a mechanic the vultures will be outside any minute now."
Sydney looked down and laughed at the joke he'd stuck in his words. "Well, I'm trained in a lot of things, but fixing cars is not one of my specialities."
"Same here."
There was a little silence, as if they were trying to figure out if this was a good or bad situation.
"So, what do we do now?" Sydney asked, making eye contact.
"I have no idea," Vaughn responded. "We can call back for someone to pick us up, but Devlin and so many other people would get on our backs faster than you can say 'sorry I called'."
"And I'm not really for my dad coming and shouting at both of us."
"Well, on the plus side, you know Haladki would spread rumors."
Sydney grinned. "Let's call him and pretend we're in some motel in the middle of Arkansas."
"Arkansas? I'm not sure we could have driven that far."
"Who cares? We'll say everyone else's phone has a busy signal because they're probably out looking for us. Make sure he doesn't tell anyone."
"That guarantees the opposite."
"Exactly." She was really excited. This would be fun. "And we can use him to take the government notices off the car's records so in the off chance that we do find a mechanic, we can get the car fixed painlessly."
Knowing Sydney could never resist a bit of mischief, Vaughn flipped open his phone and dialed the generic CIA phone number. Her logic made sense as well, but the reason he'd hit Send wasn't that. "I'd like to speak to Agent Haladki, please."
"Who should I say is calling?"
"It's his brother."
"His brother..."
"John," Sydney mouthed and Vaughn said aloud.
"Okay, John, one moment please."
About a minute of silence passed until Vaughn heard Haladki say, "Hey, John. You're not cancelling football on Monday, are you?"
"You watch football?" Vaughn said, out of complete surprise. Here he was thinking Haladki shot squirrels for fun.
"What—who is this?"
"It's Agent Vaughn. Listen, I've been trying to reach someone at the agency for about an hour, but everyone's phone is coming busy."
"That's because they're looking for you and Sydney. Have you seen her?"
"Actually, she's with me." Vaughn could practically hear the excitement covering Haladki's face. "My car broke down in Arkansas, so we stayed overnight at some motel thinking I'd get it back today."
After a moment (no doubt Haladki was registering what he had just heard): "Well, didn't you?"
"No. I guess out here in hicksville they don't take cars with government stamps on their records very seriously. Can you get it off?"
"Sure, no problem. How long do you think it'll take?"
"What, the car? A couple days, hopefully."
"The stamp should be off in half an hour. I'll get on right away."
"Hey, thanks. I owe you."
"Oh, it's no problem."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Don't tell anybody where we are, okay? Devlin will get on our case when we get back."
"My lips are—" Vaughn hung up before he finished. He looked at Sydney, who was this close to giggling. Even he had a huge grin on his face.
"You have to admit it," Sydney said, "that was fun."
"It was definitely fun."
a/n hee hee, had to do some haladki bashing, even though he's dead. wow, this story is set a long time ago. scary.
okay, was this not hilarious? i know it was pointless but i had fun writing it and i hope you had fun reading it. review!