A/N: Sorry I havn't updated in a while, I was busy. I know the Syd parts
are kinda weird, and they get weirder... anyway here's part 6.
Sydney was falling, falling into a deep, dark pit of despair. She couldn't get out. At the bottom, she could see a knife, but she wasn't there yet, she couldn't reach it. The top, so very far above, seemed unreachable.
But then she felt hands catch her, soft hands, and she looked up into a caring face.
"Sydney?" the face asked. It sounded worried.
"Vaughn?" she whispered back. "Vaughn, help me! Get me out of here!" But he was fading, falling back, and she was alone again. She reached out, trying to find him, and caught his hand.
"Don't leave me!" she sobbed. "Please, don't leave me alone. Help me, Vaughn, help me get out. I'm trapped! I can't get out! Vaughn, please, help me!" But he couldn't seem to hear her. And she saw his mouth move, but she couldn't hear him.
Vaughn felt hopeless, useless. Sydney was dying, dying of despair, and he could do nothing. Then suddenly she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Don't leave me!" she cried. Her grip, normally so strong, was weak. And her hands were cold, so cold.
"Syd, I'm here, I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. I'd never leave you!" He stroked her hair with his free hand, trying to reassure her. But she didn't seem to notice him, she didn't seem to hear anything he said. Slowly she let go of his hand.
On a sudden impulse, Vaughn let go of her and grabbed both her hands in his. He held them tight, whispering "I'm right here, Syd. I'm right here."
Sydney felt herself slipping, falling farther and farther away from happiness. Then suddenly, out of the dark came two hands, two hands that held onto her tight, pulled her up and out of the darkness. She felt something hard under her, and realized she was on a ledge. She looked up, and saw the rim of the hole she was in, but she couldn't reach it. And down, far, far down, was the bottom of this awful hole. She was on a ledge, safe for the moment, and for the first time she felt a glimmer of hope. Her thoughts began to clear a little, and she began to look for a way out.
At first Vaughn thought that he had done nothing, that there was no way to help her. But then she stopped shaking so hard, her sobs lessened. She raised her head and looked at him, actually seeing him.
"Vaughn?" she whispered. Vaughn felt his heart burst with relief. Maybe he could help her.
"Yes, Syd, it's me."
"You came," she said in awe, like she hadn't expected help. "It was you who saved me!" Vaughn stared at her, confused.
"Saved you from what, Syd?"
"The darkness, the awful darkness, that deep, dark hole that was pulling me down." Her eyes were filled with fear. He squeezed her hands a little tighter. "I was falling, falling, and I couldn't stop! I couldn't get out!" Her breathing was harsh, her eyes cast down, fixed on the floor. Vaughn could tell she was terrified. He wanted to hold her again, to protect her from everything trying to hurt her, but he had to let her finish. "But then you came and pulled me out."
"So are you free?" he asked softly, beginning to make sense of this horrible nightmare she was trapped in.
"No," she whispered. "No, I'm not out. Only safe for the moment." She began to shake again, and leaned against him, trying to find comfort. He let go of one of her hands and put his arm around her.
"You want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked gently, hoping she would. He looked down at her, so pale, and had a sudden urge to kill the person who had done this to her.
She drew a shaky breath. "I..." she put her hand over her face, struggling to maintain control. Vaughn rubbed her shoulder, gently encouraging her.
"It's... it's this life, Vaughn. It's killing me. I lie to everyone, about everything..." her voice failed her, and she took a few breaths, trying to calm herself, failing miserably.
"Sydney, that's not true," Vaughn said softly. "You don't have to lie to me."
"That's not true! There are some things I can't even tell you, things I have to keep secret, only to myself. It's driving me mad!" She was shaking again, Vaughn realized. He was surprised she didn't just break apart. "I need someone, someone who I can tell everything to, someone I don't have to lie to every other word. I need..." her voice trailed off.
"Try me," Vaughn whispered. He felt her go still, so still he wondered if she was even breathing. Then she let go of his hand and covered her face, crying silently. Vaughn pulled her to him, holding her, rocking her back and forth. That couldn't be all. She was far too upset for that to be the only thing. Vaughn was terrified. Something was wrong, seriously wrong. She was trapped, trapped in some horrible nightmare. And she couldn't get out.
"Syd, what's really wrong? You've told me all of this before. What is it?" Vaughn looked down at her vulnerable figure. He couldn't believe this was happening. Sydney Bristow was so strong. "Syd, I can't help you unless you tell me."
He wasn't dealing with Special Agent Sydney Bristow, Vaughn realized. He was dealing with Sydney, a lost, defenseless girl who had no one to turn to. That was why all the crap about her job seemed wrong. There was something more personal to this that she wasn't telling him. But why not?
"Syd, please, tell me. I'm trying to help you." Sydney sat up a little and tried to speak, but she couldn't stop crying. She tried again, but couldn't get anything out. Vaughn felt his blood run cold.
"Shh, Syd, calm down. Everything's gonna be ok. Just calm down, calm down and talk to me." He rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her down. But she couldn't stop crying and shaking, couldn't make any sound come out.
"Sydney!" Vaughn was getting scared. "Sydney! Talk to me! Sydney!" He brushed her hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. They were wild, wild with fear.
"...alone..." she whispered.
"Sydney, I won't leave you alone. I'll never leave you alone!" Vaughn was desperate, desperate to get any sort of answer. But there was none.
TBC... please R/R
Sydney was falling, falling into a deep, dark pit of despair. She couldn't get out. At the bottom, she could see a knife, but she wasn't there yet, she couldn't reach it. The top, so very far above, seemed unreachable.
But then she felt hands catch her, soft hands, and she looked up into a caring face.
"Sydney?" the face asked. It sounded worried.
"Vaughn?" she whispered back. "Vaughn, help me! Get me out of here!" But he was fading, falling back, and she was alone again. She reached out, trying to find him, and caught his hand.
"Don't leave me!" she sobbed. "Please, don't leave me alone. Help me, Vaughn, help me get out. I'm trapped! I can't get out! Vaughn, please, help me!" But he couldn't seem to hear her. And she saw his mouth move, but she couldn't hear him.
Vaughn felt hopeless, useless. Sydney was dying, dying of despair, and he could do nothing. Then suddenly she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Don't leave me!" she cried. Her grip, normally so strong, was weak. And her hands were cold, so cold.
"Syd, I'm here, I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. I'd never leave you!" He stroked her hair with his free hand, trying to reassure her. But she didn't seem to notice him, she didn't seem to hear anything he said. Slowly she let go of his hand.
On a sudden impulse, Vaughn let go of her and grabbed both her hands in his. He held them tight, whispering "I'm right here, Syd. I'm right here."
Sydney felt herself slipping, falling farther and farther away from happiness. Then suddenly, out of the dark came two hands, two hands that held onto her tight, pulled her up and out of the darkness. She felt something hard under her, and realized she was on a ledge. She looked up, and saw the rim of the hole she was in, but she couldn't reach it. And down, far, far down, was the bottom of this awful hole. She was on a ledge, safe for the moment, and for the first time she felt a glimmer of hope. Her thoughts began to clear a little, and she began to look for a way out.
At first Vaughn thought that he had done nothing, that there was no way to help her. But then she stopped shaking so hard, her sobs lessened. She raised her head and looked at him, actually seeing him.
"Vaughn?" she whispered. Vaughn felt his heart burst with relief. Maybe he could help her.
"Yes, Syd, it's me."
"You came," she said in awe, like she hadn't expected help. "It was you who saved me!" Vaughn stared at her, confused.
"Saved you from what, Syd?"
"The darkness, the awful darkness, that deep, dark hole that was pulling me down." Her eyes were filled with fear. He squeezed her hands a little tighter. "I was falling, falling, and I couldn't stop! I couldn't get out!" Her breathing was harsh, her eyes cast down, fixed on the floor. Vaughn could tell she was terrified. He wanted to hold her again, to protect her from everything trying to hurt her, but he had to let her finish. "But then you came and pulled me out."
"So are you free?" he asked softly, beginning to make sense of this horrible nightmare she was trapped in.
"No," she whispered. "No, I'm not out. Only safe for the moment." She began to shake again, and leaned against him, trying to find comfort. He let go of one of her hands and put his arm around her.
"You want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked gently, hoping she would. He looked down at her, so pale, and had a sudden urge to kill the person who had done this to her.
She drew a shaky breath. "I..." she put her hand over her face, struggling to maintain control. Vaughn rubbed her shoulder, gently encouraging her.
"It's... it's this life, Vaughn. It's killing me. I lie to everyone, about everything..." her voice failed her, and she took a few breaths, trying to calm herself, failing miserably.
"Sydney, that's not true," Vaughn said softly. "You don't have to lie to me."
"That's not true! There are some things I can't even tell you, things I have to keep secret, only to myself. It's driving me mad!" She was shaking again, Vaughn realized. He was surprised she didn't just break apart. "I need someone, someone who I can tell everything to, someone I don't have to lie to every other word. I need..." her voice trailed off.
"Try me," Vaughn whispered. He felt her go still, so still he wondered if she was even breathing. Then she let go of his hand and covered her face, crying silently. Vaughn pulled her to him, holding her, rocking her back and forth. That couldn't be all. She was far too upset for that to be the only thing. Vaughn was terrified. Something was wrong, seriously wrong. She was trapped, trapped in some horrible nightmare. And she couldn't get out.
"Syd, what's really wrong? You've told me all of this before. What is it?" Vaughn looked down at her vulnerable figure. He couldn't believe this was happening. Sydney Bristow was so strong. "Syd, I can't help you unless you tell me."
He wasn't dealing with Special Agent Sydney Bristow, Vaughn realized. He was dealing with Sydney, a lost, defenseless girl who had no one to turn to. That was why all the crap about her job seemed wrong. There was something more personal to this that she wasn't telling him. But why not?
"Syd, please, tell me. I'm trying to help you." Sydney sat up a little and tried to speak, but she couldn't stop crying. She tried again, but couldn't get anything out. Vaughn felt his blood run cold.
"Shh, Syd, calm down. Everything's gonna be ok. Just calm down, calm down and talk to me." He rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her down. But she couldn't stop crying and shaking, couldn't make any sound come out.
"Sydney!" Vaughn was getting scared. "Sydney! Talk to me! Sydney!" He brushed her hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. They were wild, wild with fear.
"...alone..." she whispered.
"Sydney, I won't leave you alone. I'll never leave you alone!" Vaughn was desperate, desperate to get any sort of answer. But there was none.
TBC... please R/R