AN: Hi again. I hope you enjoy this chapter- I tried to make it more unusual. You know the rules- read and review. Again, thanks to my Alias Twin ChocolateChipCookies. I'm glad you are setting into your new house well!
The room was like ice. Ice on a January morning. Ice that dripped menacingly, but never melted. Her whole body convulsed with shivers, but the restraints on the sturdy wooden chair kept her from moving too much. Besides being dangerously cold, she couldn't see a thing due to the lack of light in the chamber. Somewhere, far away she head footsteps. Footsteps that sounded like dress shoes clicking against a concrete floor. Back and forth, back and forth. Never ending. Suddenly, a new pair of footsteps approached- getting closer and closer. A different sound. More soft and stealthy than the first. A door creaked open on the opposite side of the room and a silhouette entered, approaching her form in the chair slowly. A low voice.
"We have him, Miss Bristow. You can't save him now. You ran and now you pay. No one gets away from Arvin Sloane. He is practically dead already. One injection of cyanide should suffice to bring him to his death. I'll admit, you were sneaky, and quite good at it. But fate still prevails. Do you love him? This man that lays freezing on an examination table in the next room? He is quite charming, yes? And also of CIA fame and glory. He certainly loves you. In fact, if I recall correctly, the last thing he said was "Don't touch her, you asshole." Yes, a charming gentleman. Too bad he was never recruited for SD-6."
"He would never work for you, you scum!" she spat.
"Ah, defensive now are we? Perhaps a little scared? Don't worry, Sydney. He won't suffer. One quick and easy shot is all it takes. He'll be finished. Only the best for my Sydney."
"I've never been "your Sydney" you bastard!" a tear ran down her cheek, defying her efforts to control her emotions.
"No need for spite, Syd. I'll let you say goodbye. As long as you are good."
The mere thought of him calling her by her beloved's special nickname made her sick at the stomach.
"Take me to him," she glared at Sloane.
"As you wish," he smirked and cut her bindings with a knife. Grabbing her arm forcefully, he led her out of the room and down the corridor to a red door. Turning the handle, he pushed it open slowly. The room had a small amount of light generated from two candles in the corners. Letting her eyes drift, they landed on Vaughn's shape lying on an elevated platform. Sloane slammed the door behind him, leaving Sydney alone with the only person who brought meaning to her life.
Rushing to his side, she shrugged off her jacked and laid it over him, as he was clothed only in a tee shirt and jeans. The air was freezing, as it had been in her cell. Stroking his cool cheek softly and bending her head, she murmured his name.
'Vaughn! Michael, please wake up. Please. We can't give up now. Michael!"
The second repetition of his name caused his eyes to flutter open slowly.
"Syd?" he questioned.
"Yes, baby, it's me. Michael, you had me so scared. I'm so sorry this happened. Sloane is gone, at least for now. Are you cold?" she placed a hand on his cheek.
Pulling her jacket closer and sitting up, he managed a weak smile. "I'm fine," he lied. Before she had entered they had tortured him in every way possible, injecting liquid fire into his veins.
Sitting down next to him, she scooted closer to him until she was flush with his body. He crooked his neck, leaned down and kissed her hair.
"Syd? You have to get out of here. I know you can do it if you put your mind to it. Go back to LA and get in contact with Devlin."
"NO! I am not leaving without you! Vaughn, we started this together and we're going to end it together, no matter what that ending is. I am never leaving you again. Ever. No one gets left behind, remember? Besides, if I went back to LA without you how would I live? My whole future was based on the plan that you would be there with me every step of the way. I wouldn't be able to handle my life if you weren't an active part of it. Now, if we both get out of here, great. If we don't, then we die together. And that is the way it is going to be."
"Syd-" he opened his mouth to argue, but instead of a barrage of words, his lips met hers instead. Their kiss was sweet, tender, romantic, but not without passion. He tasted like cherries and springtime, the best taste she had ever experienced.
"Vaughn- Michael- I love you. I love you and when you love someone as much as I love you, you don't leave them. I am going to spend the rest of my life with you by my side and it doesn't matter to me how long that is."
"I love you too, Syd," he whispered as he pulled her close. The door opened and Arvin Sloane walked in smiling.
"How sweet-confessions before death." Ripping Sydney from Vaughn's side, he held the syringe in his hands.
'Vaughn!" she screamed shrilly reaching her hand out to try and reach him. "Vaughn don't listen to him- listen to me. I love you, angel. No matter what happens, I love you. Always and forever. I admire your strong persistence, your patriotism, your kindness, and your beautiful eyes. Please don't close them, baby. Keep looking at me!" she thrashed and kicked in the grip of Sloane's right hand as his left held a needle that got closer and closer to Vaughn's neck every second.
"Say goodbye, Miss Bristow," Sloane's needle grazed Vaughn's throat and then the needle plunged into her beloved's skin. She felt herself faint in his grip and fall to the cool cement floor.
"Syd! Sydney! Wake up! Syd!" Vaughn awoke with a start and saw Sydney's body convulsing with screams and sobs in the bed next to him. Scrambling out of the warmpth of his own bed, he hurried to her side. Still asleep, Sydney's face was covered in a coat of shiny, moist sweat. She had kicked all of the covers off of her bed, and she was left sprawled on the bed in her light blue PJ pants and blue tank top. Grabbing her shoulders gently, Vaughn tried to stop her violent motions. Taking one cool hand and placing it on her cheek, he blew on her face softly. "Syd. Syd, come on, hon, wake up. You're having a bad dream," he stroked her cheek with his thumb, whispering to her. Again he blew on her face.
She opened her eyes and sat up with a start.
"Vaughn!? Vaughn!" she collapsed gently into his embrace, nestling her nose into the crook of his neck.
"Yes, Syd. You must have had an awful dream, huh? Are you okay?" he looked at her, concern mirrored in his eyes.
"Mmmhmm, I am now," she muttered against his embrace. "It was awful...he was killing you and couldn't do anything."
"Who, Syd?"
"Sloane. He had found us. He killed you!"
"Shhhh...it'll be okay. It was just a dream. No one is going to find us, I promise. Everything will be okay," he soothed her and pulled her closer.
"Now, Syd, why don't you go take a shower and then we can go shopping! Would that make you feel better? All we have are our clothes from yesterday and pajamas- I think we could stand to blow some money- don't you?" he grinned as she pulled away from him and smiled, dimples showing.
"Yes, I do think that would be fun. We can go to Harrod's! And every other store in London! And SHOP!" her eyes lit up, wide and chestnut colored and he laughed. Pulling her up off the bed and guiding her towards the bathroom he smiled.
"Now go get ready! We have a lot to buy!" laughing to himself, he closed the bathroom door behind her and went to make up the beds in the hotel room.
*SO...What do you think? Next chapter will be tons of fun- Syd and Vaughn go shopping! Hehe...also coming soon- they move into their London flat! There will be some evil surprises along the way, though, that is, if you think I should continue! SO REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Thanx for reading!
The room was like ice. Ice on a January morning. Ice that dripped menacingly, but never melted. Her whole body convulsed with shivers, but the restraints on the sturdy wooden chair kept her from moving too much. Besides being dangerously cold, she couldn't see a thing due to the lack of light in the chamber. Somewhere, far away she head footsteps. Footsteps that sounded like dress shoes clicking against a concrete floor. Back and forth, back and forth. Never ending. Suddenly, a new pair of footsteps approached- getting closer and closer. A different sound. More soft and stealthy than the first. A door creaked open on the opposite side of the room and a silhouette entered, approaching her form in the chair slowly. A low voice.
"We have him, Miss Bristow. You can't save him now. You ran and now you pay. No one gets away from Arvin Sloane. He is practically dead already. One injection of cyanide should suffice to bring him to his death. I'll admit, you were sneaky, and quite good at it. But fate still prevails. Do you love him? This man that lays freezing on an examination table in the next room? He is quite charming, yes? And also of CIA fame and glory. He certainly loves you. In fact, if I recall correctly, the last thing he said was "Don't touch her, you asshole." Yes, a charming gentleman. Too bad he was never recruited for SD-6."
"He would never work for you, you scum!" she spat.
"Ah, defensive now are we? Perhaps a little scared? Don't worry, Sydney. He won't suffer. One quick and easy shot is all it takes. He'll be finished. Only the best for my Sydney."
"I've never been "your Sydney" you bastard!" a tear ran down her cheek, defying her efforts to control her emotions.
"No need for spite, Syd. I'll let you say goodbye. As long as you are good."
The mere thought of him calling her by her beloved's special nickname made her sick at the stomach.
"Take me to him," she glared at Sloane.
"As you wish," he smirked and cut her bindings with a knife. Grabbing her arm forcefully, he led her out of the room and down the corridor to a red door. Turning the handle, he pushed it open slowly. The room had a small amount of light generated from two candles in the corners. Letting her eyes drift, they landed on Vaughn's shape lying on an elevated platform. Sloane slammed the door behind him, leaving Sydney alone with the only person who brought meaning to her life.
Rushing to his side, she shrugged off her jacked and laid it over him, as he was clothed only in a tee shirt and jeans. The air was freezing, as it had been in her cell. Stroking his cool cheek softly and bending her head, she murmured his name.
'Vaughn! Michael, please wake up. Please. We can't give up now. Michael!"
The second repetition of his name caused his eyes to flutter open slowly.
"Syd?" he questioned.
"Yes, baby, it's me. Michael, you had me so scared. I'm so sorry this happened. Sloane is gone, at least for now. Are you cold?" she placed a hand on his cheek.
Pulling her jacket closer and sitting up, he managed a weak smile. "I'm fine," he lied. Before she had entered they had tortured him in every way possible, injecting liquid fire into his veins.
Sitting down next to him, she scooted closer to him until she was flush with his body. He crooked his neck, leaned down and kissed her hair.
"Syd? You have to get out of here. I know you can do it if you put your mind to it. Go back to LA and get in contact with Devlin."
"NO! I am not leaving without you! Vaughn, we started this together and we're going to end it together, no matter what that ending is. I am never leaving you again. Ever. No one gets left behind, remember? Besides, if I went back to LA without you how would I live? My whole future was based on the plan that you would be there with me every step of the way. I wouldn't be able to handle my life if you weren't an active part of it. Now, if we both get out of here, great. If we don't, then we die together. And that is the way it is going to be."
"Syd-" he opened his mouth to argue, but instead of a barrage of words, his lips met hers instead. Their kiss was sweet, tender, romantic, but not without passion. He tasted like cherries and springtime, the best taste she had ever experienced.
"Vaughn- Michael- I love you. I love you and when you love someone as much as I love you, you don't leave them. I am going to spend the rest of my life with you by my side and it doesn't matter to me how long that is."
"I love you too, Syd," he whispered as he pulled her close. The door opened and Arvin Sloane walked in smiling.
"How sweet-confessions before death." Ripping Sydney from Vaughn's side, he held the syringe in his hands.
'Vaughn!" she screamed shrilly reaching her hand out to try and reach him. "Vaughn don't listen to him- listen to me. I love you, angel. No matter what happens, I love you. Always and forever. I admire your strong persistence, your patriotism, your kindness, and your beautiful eyes. Please don't close them, baby. Keep looking at me!" she thrashed and kicked in the grip of Sloane's right hand as his left held a needle that got closer and closer to Vaughn's neck every second.
"Say goodbye, Miss Bristow," Sloane's needle grazed Vaughn's throat and then the needle plunged into her beloved's skin. She felt herself faint in his grip and fall to the cool cement floor.
"Syd! Sydney! Wake up! Syd!" Vaughn awoke with a start and saw Sydney's body convulsing with screams and sobs in the bed next to him. Scrambling out of the warmpth of his own bed, he hurried to her side. Still asleep, Sydney's face was covered in a coat of shiny, moist sweat. She had kicked all of the covers off of her bed, and she was left sprawled on the bed in her light blue PJ pants and blue tank top. Grabbing her shoulders gently, Vaughn tried to stop her violent motions. Taking one cool hand and placing it on her cheek, he blew on her face softly. "Syd. Syd, come on, hon, wake up. You're having a bad dream," he stroked her cheek with his thumb, whispering to her. Again he blew on her face.
She opened her eyes and sat up with a start.
"Vaughn!? Vaughn!" she collapsed gently into his embrace, nestling her nose into the crook of his neck.
"Yes, Syd. You must have had an awful dream, huh? Are you okay?" he looked at her, concern mirrored in his eyes.
"Mmmhmm, I am now," she muttered against his embrace. "It was awful...he was killing you and couldn't do anything."
"Who, Syd?"
"Sloane. He had found us. He killed you!"
"Shhhh...it'll be okay. It was just a dream. No one is going to find us, I promise. Everything will be okay," he soothed her and pulled her closer.
"Now, Syd, why don't you go take a shower and then we can go shopping! Would that make you feel better? All we have are our clothes from yesterday and pajamas- I think we could stand to blow some money- don't you?" he grinned as she pulled away from him and smiled, dimples showing.
"Yes, I do think that would be fun. We can go to Harrod's! And every other store in London! And SHOP!" her eyes lit up, wide and chestnut colored and he laughed. Pulling her up off the bed and guiding her towards the bathroom he smiled.
"Now go get ready! We have a lot to buy!" laughing to himself, he closed the bathroom door behind her and went to make up the beds in the hotel room.
*SO...What do you think? Next chapter will be tons of fun- Syd and Vaughn go shopping! Hehe...also coming soon- they move into their London flat! There will be some evil surprises along the way, though, that is, if you think I should continue! SO REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Thanx for reading!