A/N: Lotsa Vaughn, lotsa angst... I suppose you could call it S/V maybe. :)
Here's part 5!
Vaughn drove like a maniac, trying to get to Sydney's as fast as he could. He didn't know why he was so worried. It had only been a phone call. But something in her voice had scared him. She had sounded so. detached, like she didn't care about life anymore.
Although he had never been in her house before, he had driven by so many times that he could probably get there in his sleep. Parking in front of her house, he jumped out of the car and ran up to the door.
Will opened it.
"Listen to me, Mr. Vaughn, I don't know what you think you're doing but Sydney is in no state to see anyone."
"That's why I have to see her. Where is she?"
"Vaughn, what's going on?"
"You seem to know a hell of a lot more than me. What happened?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! Stop playing games with me. Something's wrong with Sydney, and I need to know what it is."
"No, you want to know why. There's a difference." Vaughn stared. Sydney had told him that was what her mother had said.
"What?"
"Oh, just one of Syd's favorite sayings."
"Mr. Tippin, what happened?"
Will sighed. "I don't know exactly. I wasn't there. Francie said that she came home, really out of it, and just collapsed on the couch and started crying. She said the Syd was screaming about wanting to die."
"Oh, God."
"We both tried to help but she keeps saying she's fine, she's just tired."
"Please, Will, just let me see her."
"Why are you here anyway?"
"She called me."
"What? When?"
"Like, ten minutes ago. Will, I need to see her! Now!"
Will stared at him. "She's in the room at the end of the hall. But she locked herself in."
"Not a problem." Vaughn practically ran to her room. He had been about ready to just knock Will out. He reached her room and knocked softly.
"Syd? Syd, it's me." No answer. He took out a paper clip and picked the lock quickly. He could feel Will's eyes watching him. Opening the door slowly, he gasped slightly, and closed the door behind him, relocking it.
Sydney sat on the ground, leaning against the bed, knees pulled up to her chin. Her shirt was ripped, and there were small bloodstains on it. A knife lay on the ground beside her, and she was clutching her cell in her hand. She was dead white.
"Syd? Oh my God, Syd, answer me! Sydney!" She turned her head slowly toward him. Her dark eyes stood out brilliantly against her skin. There were tears running down her cheeks, and her hair was falling into her eyes. Vaughn felt his heart break.
"Vaughn?" she whispered, her voice rough. "Vaughn?" She reached a hand out toward him, dropping her phone.
Vaughn walked toward her slowly, afraid of scaring her. The knife next to her was still far too close for comfort. He reached her and took her hand. It was so cold. She closed her eyes and leaned back, and a sob ripped its way out of her throat.
"Sydney? God, Syd, what's wrong?" He slipped his other arm around her shoulders. She was so thin, almost skeletal. She didn't answer him. He rubbed her shoulder, pulling her close against him. She didn't seem to know he was there. Her eyes had a glazed look. She didn't seem to see him. Vaughn felt a cold feeling of despair. She was letting go. Letting go of life.
"Sydney, please! What's wrong, Syd, what's wrong?" He let go of her hand and slowly reached out, grabbed the knife, and slid it away from her. He wasn't taking any chances. Suddenly she sat up, reaching out for him, eyes still seeing nothing.
"Vaughn, help me, please! Help me!" She sounded so distressed, so hopeless. But she still didn't respond. Vaughn felt desperate. He hadn't been there long, but he could see she was in deep trouble. Something was seriously wrong. But what could he do? He didn't know what was wrong with her, but whatever it was was killing her.
She pulled her knees up closer to her, pressing her face down into their bony faces. She let out a little moan, shaking. Vaughn put his hand on her back. But she still didn't respond.
"Sydney, please, tell me what's wrong! How can I help you if I don't know?!" The despair in his own voice shook him. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, burying her face. He was afraid her sobs would tear her apart. He pulled her tight against him, stroking her hair, trying to do something, anything, to help her.
"Vaughn, I can't get out! I can't." she couldn't say anymore. Vaughn rubbed her back, holding her tighter still. He felt tears running down his own cheeks. There was nothing he could do.
"Sydney, what's wrong?" he whispered hoarsely. "What's wrong, Syd, God, what's wrong?" She began shaking violently, and he felt like he was the only thing holding her together. He stroked her hair, his own tears mixing with hers.
TBC... please R/R!
Vaughn drove like a maniac, trying to get to Sydney's as fast as he could. He didn't know why he was so worried. It had only been a phone call. But something in her voice had scared him. She had sounded so. detached, like she didn't care about life anymore.
Although he had never been in her house before, he had driven by so many times that he could probably get there in his sleep. Parking in front of her house, he jumped out of the car and ran up to the door.
Will opened it.
"Listen to me, Mr. Vaughn, I don't know what you think you're doing but Sydney is in no state to see anyone."
"That's why I have to see her. Where is she?"
"Vaughn, what's going on?"
"You seem to know a hell of a lot more than me. What happened?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! Stop playing games with me. Something's wrong with Sydney, and I need to know what it is."
"No, you want to know why. There's a difference." Vaughn stared. Sydney had told him that was what her mother had said.
"What?"
"Oh, just one of Syd's favorite sayings."
"Mr. Tippin, what happened?"
Will sighed. "I don't know exactly. I wasn't there. Francie said that she came home, really out of it, and just collapsed on the couch and started crying. She said the Syd was screaming about wanting to die."
"Oh, God."
"We both tried to help but she keeps saying she's fine, she's just tired."
"Please, Will, just let me see her."
"Why are you here anyway?"
"She called me."
"What? When?"
"Like, ten minutes ago. Will, I need to see her! Now!"
Will stared at him. "She's in the room at the end of the hall. But she locked herself in."
"Not a problem." Vaughn practically ran to her room. He had been about ready to just knock Will out. He reached her room and knocked softly.
"Syd? Syd, it's me." No answer. He took out a paper clip and picked the lock quickly. He could feel Will's eyes watching him. Opening the door slowly, he gasped slightly, and closed the door behind him, relocking it.
Sydney sat on the ground, leaning against the bed, knees pulled up to her chin. Her shirt was ripped, and there were small bloodstains on it. A knife lay on the ground beside her, and she was clutching her cell in her hand. She was dead white.
"Syd? Oh my God, Syd, answer me! Sydney!" She turned her head slowly toward him. Her dark eyes stood out brilliantly against her skin. There were tears running down her cheeks, and her hair was falling into her eyes. Vaughn felt his heart break.
"Vaughn?" she whispered, her voice rough. "Vaughn?" She reached a hand out toward him, dropping her phone.
Vaughn walked toward her slowly, afraid of scaring her. The knife next to her was still far too close for comfort. He reached her and took her hand. It was so cold. She closed her eyes and leaned back, and a sob ripped its way out of her throat.
"Sydney? God, Syd, what's wrong?" He slipped his other arm around her shoulders. She was so thin, almost skeletal. She didn't answer him. He rubbed her shoulder, pulling her close against him. She didn't seem to know he was there. Her eyes had a glazed look. She didn't seem to see him. Vaughn felt a cold feeling of despair. She was letting go. Letting go of life.
"Sydney, please! What's wrong, Syd, what's wrong?" He let go of her hand and slowly reached out, grabbed the knife, and slid it away from her. He wasn't taking any chances. Suddenly she sat up, reaching out for him, eyes still seeing nothing.
"Vaughn, help me, please! Help me!" She sounded so distressed, so hopeless. But she still didn't respond. Vaughn felt desperate. He hadn't been there long, but he could see she was in deep trouble. Something was seriously wrong. But what could he do? He didn't know what was wrong with her, but whatever it was was killing her.
She pulled her knees up closer to her, pressing her face down into their bony faces. She let out a little moan, shaking. Vaughn put his hand on her back. But she still didn't respond.
"Sydney, please, tell me what's wrong! How can I help you if I don't know?!" The despair in his own voice shook him. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, burying her face. He was afraid her sobs would tear her apart. He pulled her tight against him, stroking her hair, trying to do something, anything, to help her.
"Vaughn, I can't get out! I can't." she couldn't say anymore. Vaughn rubbed her back, holding her tighter still. He felt tears running down his own cheeks. There was nothing he could do.
"Sydney, what's wrong?" he whispered hoarsely. "What's wrong, Syd, God, what's wrong?" She began shaking violently, and he felt like he was the only thing holding her together. He stroked her hair, his own tears mixing with hers.
TBC... please R/R!