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Blue Coincidences

Chapter 3 Awaking
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~At LA's local hospital~
"He's coming around."

"Shh. . . . Everyone quiet down!"

"Excuse me, I need to check his blood-pressure!"

Vaughn couldn't recognize any of the voices. They all seemed to roll into a painful pounding in his ears. He slowly opened his heavy eyelids and surveyed the brightly lit room. The walls were white, and had an ugly, cheap border running along the ceiling.

It had to be a hospital room.

Everything came back then.

Everything came into focus.

Sydney's voice wasn't in the room.

"Where's Sydney!?"

Vaughn's panicked voice broke through the concerned whispers in the room, and he pushed the nurse's inspecting hands away. The dead silence that followed gave him the answer.

"She's gone isn't she?" His voice could barely be heard.

Jack Bristow stepped forward.

"We need to know what happened Vaughn. I've got to find my daughter."
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"We've got a long journey Miss Bristow. Please drink this."

Sydney stared at the mug of steaming coffee in Sark's hands.

"No thank you."

"I'm not giving you a choice."

"I don't care."

Sark sighed deeply and frowned.

"You can be quite difficult Sydney."

"I would prefer that you not use my first name." Sydney replied coldly.

"I don't ever remember giving you authority to tell me what to do." Sark replied, meeting her cold tone.

"Now drink this, or I'll find other ways of knocking you out."

Sydney looked at the drink in surprise. It made since now. He wanted her to drink the coffee, which now, obviously, had some drugs in it to make her unconscious.

"It's only for your own safety. And my precaution." Sark said, as though it were the easiest thing in the world. "Plus, we don't need you seeing our facility, if you were to get out, which," He leaned forward again, and in a jovial manner finished, "Won't happen, we don't want you to have seen our nice little hide-away."

Sydney glared with a vengeance, and tore the cup away from him. She would rather be asleep than awake right now anyway. She couldn't stop thinking about her mother, and the last conversation they had.

"I want you to know that I love you." Her mother had said.

How could a loving mother leave a Rambaldi artifact with her only daughter, knowing one day that her daughter could be killed for it?

Sydney drank with relish.
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~Back at CIA Headquarters~
Vaughn was now sitting in a comfortable chair in Kendall's office. He had refused to stay at the hospital, much to the doctor's dismay.

"I was dressed and had just left my apartment, when two men came from behind me, stuck a gun to my head, and forced me into Sark's limo."

Vaughn spaced his words apart, making sure he said everything correctly, and hoping that his mind would be back to full order again soon. He just had to help in finding Sydney.

Kendall and Jack listened intently. Jack Bristow was looking extremely worried. They had sent out a team over an hour ago to search for the Sydney, the limo, and Sark. There had been no good news.

"They bound my wrists and ankles." Vaughn continued. "And then we arrived at Sydney's house."

Vaughn looked down, so the other men couldn't see his watering eyes.

"I yelled things of all sorts at Sark. I told him if he touched Sydney I would kill him myself. All I got in return for my threats were blows to the stomach."

Jack winced and Kendall nodded.

"Then they forced me out of the limo, and Sark pointed a gun at Sydney as she came out of the house. I think she had been expecting only me. Then Sark walked her to the limo, and I brushed her hand, and gave her the only weapon I could."

Jack looked up in surprise. "You had a weapon?"

"No." Vaughn responded. "It was my apartment key. I still had it in my hands when the guys got me. I don't think Sark ever saw Sydney tuck it away."

He sighed in anguish. "Then they knocked me out and Sydney was gone."

"Are there any other details you can remember? Any little clue that might help us? Did Sark say anything to you or the other men after they took you?"

"No, he was silent the whole way there. I was the only one who said anything. And that was to tell him exactly how I felt about him and Sloane."

Jack sighed and spoke at last.

"Keep thinking Vaughn."

Tears were running down his face.
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When Sydney came to, and her eyes adjusted, she found that she was in an utterly depressing room. She was also handcuffed, her arms twisted around to her back and behind the chair she was in.

The walls were concrete, as was the floor. There was a jail-like bed that looked to be screwed down to the ground. Upon inspection, Sydney found that the chair she was sitting in was also screwed down to the floor. There was a large, dull green divider, standing upright in the corner, and Sydney supposed there was a toilet and sink back there. There was a window opposite where Sydney was sitting. It was a few feet long, and more narrow than most. A table about the size of an office desk rested under the window, and a chute led from a small opening above the table. It was probably a chute to put food through.

She couldn't see anyone on the other side of the window. And the door was made of steel.

This made it look like Sydney was going to be staying here for a long time. Sark had his precious necklace now, so why didn't he just dispose of Sydney? It didn't make any since.

"Crap." Sydney said aloud to herself.

Just then the door banged open, and the person she least wanted to see walked in.

"I hope you've found your new accommodations satisfying."

Sark said this with a smile, as if she were staying in one of the ritziest hotels in Los Angeles.

"It's just extravagant." Sydney replied, sarcasm dripping off every word.

"You know me," He said with a smirk. "I like to impress my women." He sat down in the chair in front of Sydney. "Especially you darling."

Sydney scowled.

"Now, down to business." Sark began.

"Whatever you want, Sark, you're not getting. I'm not cooperating at all." Sydney interrupted.

"We'll see about that." His smirk broadened.

He folded his hands behind his head, and leaned back, a strange seriousness in his eyes.

"How old where you when your mother gave you that necklace?"

Sydney refused to answer his question. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and stared intently at Sark. It was her way of being stubborn.

After a moments silence, Sydney adjusted her wrists, for the handcuffs were beginning to cut into them. An idea came to her then. She would use Sark to get what she needed.

"Are you afraid of me Sark?" She asked, acting like she had never heard his question.

Sark narrowed his eyes as well, and his smirk dropped.

"Answer my question Miss Bristow."

"Only if you answer mine."

Sark hesitated only long enough before replying. "No, I am not."

"Then," Sydney replied, spacing her words apart determinedly. "Why do you have me handcuffed, unless you're afraid for your own safety?"

To her surprise Sark burst out in laughter.

"I keep forgetting, Sydney," Sark said expressing his amusement. "How very clever you are."

It'll be your downfall, Sydney thought silently.

"Quite clever indeed. No, I am not afraid of you agent Bristow, yet I don't need any unwanted and pointless hostility from you, and therefore I think it would be easiest to talk to you like this. Please answer my question now."

Sydney gritted her teeth, and withheld her rage. He had guessed her intentions correctly. But still she would not reply with his sought information.

"Sydney." She hated the soothing way he said her name, the way it rolled easily out of his mouth, the pureness of it. "I will get that information. Don't make me force it out of you."

Despite herself, Sydney felt her pulse quicken. Silence followed in the room, and Sark never moved.

She could feel the perspiration beginning to form on her forehead. It was hot, but not enough to make her sweat. He would know that she was nervous. Sydney wanted nothing more than to be home again. With her father, even with Kendall, and Marshall with his vain attempts at humor, and Dixon with his steadily increasing trust. . . . and Vaughn, and the wonderful friendship the two of them share.

Sydney was surprised to only be thinking of her and Vaughn's relationship as a friendship. Before it had meant everything to her. But sitting here, in front of Sark, everything that had happened before seemed so trivial.

"I'm going to count backwards from five," Sark's voice broke into her thoughts. "When I get to one, you will be in a memory, when your mother gave you the necklace. . . .

"NO!" Sydney screamed. He couldn't do this to her! He couldn't force information out of her by way of hypnotism!

"Don't you dare Sark, I swear I'll kill you!" Her voice was rushed and panicked, she could feel the blood rushing to her face.

Sark whipped forward, grabbed her chin in his hands and tilted her head back. "Then tell me Sydney." He said, his voice a menacing whisper. "How old where you when your mother gave you that necklace!?"

Sydney clinched her jaw tight, and ripped her chin away from his hand. She couldn't stand the thumping she got in her heart, or the flopping of her stomach when he touched her.

"I was maybe five or six."
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A/N: I am so enjoying writing this fic that I will probably continue it even after the next Alias episode, because I won't get it finished most likely before then. Thank you all for the awesome reviews! They mean the world to me!

Thanks to:

Brittany, meg, Sarkie47, IntriKate, Essie, april, screen names are tacky (thanks for the grammar correction. My mind must not have been working right . . .) , jade_symphony, Mnemosyne, fly, and Masquerade.