"Let me in!" he demanded.
"No! You aren't even supposed to be here if I recall correctly! Isn't it against the rules of the CIA?" he hissed at him.
"Look, Sydney called me a few minutes ago and asked me to come."
"She called you?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, now let me in!" Vaughn was getting impatient.
Reluctantly Will opened the door and he slipped through.
"Francie is in the back, so try not to alert her that you are here."
"I am not here for Francie," he firmly reminded him.
"Down the hall- last door. It's locked though- good luck getting in." he sighed.
Vaughn pushed passed him, through the living room and down the narrow hallway to the door at the end and tried the handle. Locked- just as Will had said. Dammit. He knocked gently. "Syd- it's me, will you open the door for me," his voice was calm and persuasive. "Please, Syd, I'm worried."
He saw the doorknob jiggle and the door open a tiny bit. He saw her eye looking through the crack hesitantly.
"Vaughn?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and desperation.
"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in?" he asked quietly.
She didn't respond vocally, but instead opened the door wide enough for Michael to slip through. Once he was in the room, she pushed it closed and locked it once again. He gazed around, letting his eyes float over everything that was Sydney Bristow. This was her room with her things, and he felt a sudden warmth flow through him. Concentrating on the current problem, he turned back around to face her. She stood blankly looking at him with ghost eyes.
"Syd, what's wrong?"
A silent tear rolled down her smooth cheek. She didn't respond, but instead looked deeply into Vaughn's eyes.
"You can tell me anything, Syd," he whispered and stepped closer to her.
"I know," she suddenly responded, her eyes never leaving his.
"Please tell me. If you don't tell me, I'll worry." He rested his hand on her shoulder lightly.
"They know," she whispered, looking down at her feet which were clothed with black socks.
"Who knows what, Syd?"
"SD-6. They know. About me. Sloane found out about an hour ago. They're going to hunt me down and have me killed."
"What?! How did they find out?"
"I don't know, Vaughn, but they did. That's all that matters."
"Oh, Syd," he enveloped her in his arms and she shook slightly. He felt how cold her body was compared to his, and pulled her tighter. She didn't cry. Just shook. A silent shudder. He felt his heart break. Michael had to do something. If all of this was true, which he was almost positive it was, seeing that it came from the mouth of Sydney Bristow, SD-6 would kill her as soon as they could find her.
He pulled her limp body down to the floor next to her bed with him,, and she clung to him, her arms clutching the back of his neck. "At least it's over. No more lying. It's through. I'm through." She whispered in his ear. He could feel her hot breathe against my neck, and he felt his eyes well with tears.
"You are NOT through, Syd."
"Yes, I am. They are trying to hunt me down, I'm sure. You have to leave. Now. I just wanted to be able to tell you what happen myself and have the chance to say goodbye," she pulled away from him slightly so that she could look at his face. Taking her hand, she ran her fingers lightly over his cheek. "I'm sorry, Vaughn. I'm sorry I failed you."
"Syd, you didn't fail me. And if I leave here, you are coming with me."
"No! I will not put you in danger because of this! I am going to tell Will to take Francie to that back room in the post office and let them wait to be picked up and taken into protective custody. My dad has arranged for them to be taken care of."
"Does Will know what happened?" he asked her gently.
"No. There's no time to explain, and besides, he would go ballistic and not have enough sense to get Francie to safety. It will be explained to them later, I'm sure." She sighed and dropped her head, an expression of defeat. He never believed this would happen to the invincible Sydney Bristow.
"Sydney, I'm taking you with me. I have no idea where we'll go, but we'll figure it out. I am not leaving you here- and don't argue."
"No, Vaughn," she looked up at him, begging him silently with her beautiful brown eyes.
"Yes," he said firmly. "No one gets left behind." He looked at her seriously and pulled her to her feet. She hugged him tightly, pressing her cheek against his. "Thank you," she said. "Anytime, Syd," he replied.
"Now go tell Will to take Francie to the post office right after we leave."
She nodded and pulled away from him, walking out the door.
"Will, I have to leave. Something has happened, and I'm sorry I can't explain right now. You have to listen to me. Once I leave with Vaughn, you have to tell Francie that you want her to go to a movie with you. Get her out of the house as quickly as possible and take her to the same post office where you took your CIA psych test and take her to the same back room. Stay there until the CIA agent meets you. Okay? I'm sorry I have to do this, Will, I really am. Promise you'll do what I said?" she looked at him seriously.
"Of course, Syd. Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I might not see you for a while, though. I have to be leaving, Will, and so do you and Francie."
Will looked at her. "So, bye?" She smiled and hugged him.
"Bye. Take care of yourself. I'll miss you."
"Me, too. Now, go!"
Sydney smiled and went in the bedroom to retrieve Vaughn and say a casual goodbye to Francie.
Once Vaughn was out the front door and sitting in his car, Sydney kncked on Francie's door.
"Come in," she heard from behind the door.
Entering the room, Sydney approached her best friend. "Hey France," she offered.
Looking up from her Cosmo, Francie smiled. "Hey sweetie. Oh my gosh- there is this black dress in here that would look so good on you!" Sydney smiled as Francie giggled. "Listen, France, I have to go to work. It's an emergency. But I think Will wants to go to a movie with you in a few minutes."
"Gosh, Syd! One day I'm gonna get my hands on those stupid Nazis that make you slave away at that bank! But, if you have to go...I understand."
"Thanks, Francie. You'll have to show me that dress later." Suddenly, Sydney rushed to her friend's side and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry I am always at work and never here to do stuff with you," she whispered in Francie's ear. She pulled away. Francie smiled sadly. Sydney backed towards the door. "Bye," she said quietly.
"Bye, Syd," Francie replied.
Flying out of her front door, Sydney ran to Vaughn's sleek black Audi and opened the passenger side door. Getting in, Vaughn offered her an encouraging smile and backed out of the driveway as she buckled her seatbelt. The car was nice and warm and smelled lightly of Vaughn's aftershave, cologne, and cinnamon all rolled into one. She found the scent comforting and lay back against the seat as he sped down the road and onto the expressway as fast as he could. "Are you okay?" he questioned, taking his eyes from the road and looking at her worriedly.
"Fine, thanks to you," she smiled. He blushed slightly and turned his eyes back to the road.
'You know, Syd, if we manage to make it out of here in one piece, it really will be the end. Not in the same way as you thought a few minutes ago, but a better kind of free."
"Will you be free, too?" she questioned.
"I don't know," he replied honestly. Reaching over the seat, she took his right hand in her own. "I want you to be free with me." She said quietly. He squeezed her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.
"I want that, too, Syd, but one doesn't always get what they want," he sighed.
Three hours later, Sydney and Vaughn were at a CIA based airport north of LA. Will and Francie were in protective custody in Los Angeles. Her father was on standby with SD-6. He would have to work to convince them that he knew nothing about Sydney's double agent status. Sydney and Vaughn were being flown to a secure safe-house in London where they would be living for a long while.
Sitting in a leather chair with Vaughn beside her, his hand in hers, she smiled ironically.
"We're kind of free," she pointed out. He chuckled.
"Somewhat."
"What are we going to do? Neither of us had time to pack clothes or anything. We're poor now," she laughed.
"Not exactly. The Devlin gave us a generous amount of money for clothes and other things. Plus, our bank accounts are being transferred to the Bank of London. We still get salaries from the CIA and get to keep our stock options."
"Really? That means we'll get to go on a shopping spree when we get to London!" she said excitedly.
"Oh goody!" he feigned excitement and mocked her giddy expression.
Swatting his arm, she grinned.
"Despite everything, I'm glad we're here. We'll actually be able to be seen in public together. It's like we're going on a vacation," Sydney gushed.
Vaughn smiled. A vacation with Sydney Bristow could definitely not be a bad thing.
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"No! You aren't even supposed to be here if I recall correctly! Isn't it against the rules of the CIA?" he hissed at him.
"Look, Sydney called me a few minutes ago and asked me to come."
"She called you?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, now let me in!" Vaughn was getting impatient.
Reluctantly Will opened the door and he slipped through.
"Francie is in the back, so try not to alert her that you are here."
"I am not here for Francie," he firmly reminded him.
"Down the hall- last door. It's locked though- good luck getting in." he sighed.
Vaughn pushed passed him, through the living room and down the narrow hallway to the door at the end and tried the handle. Locked- just as Will had said. Dammit. He knocked gently. "Syd- it's me, will you open the door for me," his voice was calm and persuasive. "Please, Syd, I'm worried."
He saw the doorknob jiggle and the door open a tiny bit. He saw her eye looking through the crack hesitantly.
"Vaughn?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and desperation.
"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in?" he asked quietly.
She didn't respond vocally, but instead opened the door wide enough for Michael to slip through. Once he was in the room, she pushed it closed and locked it once again. He gazed around, letting his eyes float over everything that was Sydney Bristow. This was her room with her things, and he felt a sudden warmth flow through him. Concentrating on the current problem, he turned back around to face her. She stood blankly looking at him with ghost eyes.
"Syd, what's wrong?"
A silent tear rolled down her smooth cheek. She didn't respond, but instead looked deeply into Vaughn's eyes.
"You can tell me anything, Syd," he whispered and stepped closer to her.
"I know," she suddenly responded, her eyes never leaving his.
"Please tell me. If you don't tell me, I'll worry." He rested his hand on her shoulder lightly.
"They know," she whispered, looking down at her feet which were clothed with black socks.
"Who knows what, Syd?"
"SD-6. They know. About me. Sloane found out about an hour ago. They're going to hunt me down and have me killed."
"What?! How did they find out?"
"I don't know, Vaughn, but they did. That's all that matters."
"Oh, Syd," he enveloped her in his arms and she shook slightly. He felt how cold her body was compared to his, and pulled her tighter. She didn't cry. Just shook. A silent shudder. He felt his heart break. Michael had to do something. If all of this was true, which he was almost positive it was, seeing that it came from the mouth of Sydney Bristow, SD-6 would kill her as soon as they could find her.
He pulled her limp body down to the floor next to her bed with him,, and she clung to him, her arms clutching the back of his neck. "At least it's over. No more lying. It's through. I'm through." She whispered in his ear. He could feel her hot breathe against my neck, and he felt his eyes well with tears.
"You are NOT through, Syd."
"Yes, I am. They are trying to hunt me down, I'm sure. You have to leave. Now. I just wanted to be able to tell you what happen myself and have the chance to say goodbye," she pulled away from him slightly so that she could look at his face. Taking her hand, she ran her fingers lightly over his cheek. "I'm sorry, Vaughn. I'm sorry I failed you."
"Syd, you didn't fail me. And if I leave here, you are coming with me."
"No! I will not put you in danger because of this! I am going to tell Will to take Francie to that back room in the post office and let them wait to be picked up and taken into protective custody. My dad has arranged for them to be taken care of."
"Does Will know what happened?" he asked her gently.
"No. There's no time to explain, and besides, he would go ballistic and not have enough sense to get Francie to safety. It will be explained to them later, I'm sure." She sighed and dropped her head, an expression of defeat. He never believed this would happen to the invincible Sydney Bristow.
"Sydney, I'm taking you with me. I have no idea where we'll go, but we'll figure it out. I am not leaving you here- and don't argue."
"No, Vaughn," she looked up at him, begging him silently with her beautiful brown eyes.
"Yes," he said firmly. "No one gets left behind." He looked at her seriously and pulled her to her feet. She hugged him tightly, pressing her cheek against his. "Thank you," she said. "Anytime, Syd," he replied.
"Now go tell Will to take Francie to the post office right after we leave."
She nodded and pulled away from him, walking out the door.
"Will, I have to leave. Something has happened, and I'm sorry I can't explain right now. You have to listen to me. Once I leave with Vaughn, you have to tell Francie that you want her to go to a movie with you. Get her out of the house as quickly as possible and take her to the same post office where you took your CIA psych test and take her to the same back room. Stay there until the CIA agent meets you. Okay? I'm sorry I have to do this, Will, I really am. Promise you'll do what I said?" she looked at him seriously.
"Of course, Syd. Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I might not see you for a while, though. I have to be leaving, Will, and so do you and Francie."
Will looked at her. "So, bye?" She smiled and hugged him.
"Bye. Take care of yourself. I'll miss you."
"Me, too. Now, go!"
Sydney smiled and went in the bedroom to retrieve Vaughn and say a casual goodbye to Francie.
Once Vaughn was out the front door and sitting in his car, Sydney kncked on Francie's door.
"Come in," she heard from behind the door.
Entering the room, Sydney approached her best friend. "Hey France," she offered.
Looking up from her Cosmo, Francie smiled. "Hey sweetie. Oh my gosh- there is this black dress in here that would look so good on you!" Sydney smiled as Francie giggled. "Listen, France, I have to go to work. It's an emergency. But I think Will wants to go to a movie with you in a few minutes."
"Gosh, Syd! One day I'm gonna get my hands on those stupid Nazis that make you slave away at that bank! But, if you have to go...I understand."
"Thanks, Francie. You'll have to show me that dress later." Suddenly, Sydney rushed to her friend's side and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry I am always at work and never here to do stuff with you," she whispered in Francie's ear. She pulled away. Francie smiled sadly. Sydney backed towards the door. "Bye," she said quietly.
"Bye, Syd," Francie replied.
Flying out of her front door, Sydney ran to Vaughn's sleek black Audi and opened the passenger side door. Getting in, Vaughn offered her an encouraging smile and backed out of the driveway as she buckled her seatbelt. The car was nice and warm and smelled lightly of Vaughn's aftershave, cologne, and cinnamon all rolled into one. She found the scent comforting and lay back against the seat as he sped down the road and onto the expressway as fast as he could. "Are you okay?" he questioned, taking his eyes from the road and looking at her worriedly.
"Fine, thanks to you," she smiled. He blushed slightly and turned his eyes back to the road.
'You know, Syd, if we manage to make it out of here in one piece, it really will be the end. Not in the same way as you thought a few minutes ago, but a better kind of free."
"Will you be free, too?" she questioned.
"I don't know," he replied honestly. Reaching over the seat, she took his right hand in her own. "I want you to be free with me." She said quietly. He squeezed her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.
"I want that, too, Syd, but one doesn't always get what they want," he sighed.
Three hours later, Sydney and Vaughn were at a CIA based airport north of LA. Will and Francie were in protective custody in Los Angeles. Her father was on standby with SD-6. He would have to work to convince them that he knew nothing about Sydney's double agent status. Sydney and Vaughn were being flown to a secure safe-house in London where they would be living for a long while.
Sitting in a leather chair with Vaughn beside her, his hand in hers, she smiled ironically.
"We're kind of free," she pointed out. He chuckled.
"Somewhat."
"What are we going to do? Neither of us had time to pack clothes or anything. We're poor now," she laughed.
"Not exactly. The Devlin gave us a generous amount of money for clothes and other things. Plus, our bank accounts are being transferred to the Bank of London. We still get salaries from the CIA and get to keep our stock options."
"Really? That means we'll get to go on a shopping spree when we get to London!" she said excitedly.
"Oh goody!" he feigned excitement and mocked her giddy expression.
Swatting his arm, she grinned.
"Despite everything, I'm glad we're here. We'll actually be able to be seen in public together. It's like we're going on a vacation," Sydney gushed.
Vaughn smiled. A vacation with Sydney Bristow could definitely not be a bad thing.
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