Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, is the creation of JJ Abrams
and Bad Robot Productions.
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 14
Sydney was surrounded by darkness but her training gave her ample abilities to navigate through the maze of ventilation ducts. She had memorized Sark's instructions and followed them exactly. Sure enough, she made her way out of the building without being spotted. She remained vigilant but encountered no trouble.
She really had no idea where she was, but this was nothing new to Sydney. Using whatever resources she could get her hands on, she eventually made her way back home. She still couldn't believe how she had spent her last few days. Even for her, it was almost incomprehensible.
The first thing she did when she entered her house was to take a much- needed shower. Luckily, Francie wasn't home so she managed to freshen herself before launching into her well-rehearsed alibi.
The relaxation that greeted her with the hot shower did little to relax her mind, however. She had too much to think about. First, she still had no idea of Will's whereabouts. Sark's comment about Will and Francie being in danger was deeply disturbing. She also wondered what to say to Vaughn when she saw him. That kiss she planted on Sark before she escaped sent conflicting signals to her. On the one hand, she felt horribly guilty because she felt like she had betrayed Vaughn. On the other hand, though, it felt so right. She wasn't sure why, but her attraction to Sark was growing with increasing intensity.
Sydney felt torn. She was so sure that she loved Vaughn. Actually, she was sure she still loves Vaughn. But then Sark came along and now everything is so much more complicated. She wasn't sure if what she felt for Sark could be called love. But there were definitely very strong feelings that she has developed towards her supposed archenemy.
She thought back to the final moments that she spent with Sark. She still struggled to understand why Sark did what he did. And despite of everything that has happened so far, a part of her was still expecting Sark to betray her. A part of her still refused to trust him, to believe that he really wasn't a heartless monster.
* * * * * * * * * * * * It had been a few days since Sydney escaped from Sloane. Strangely, no one from SD-6 had come after her since. She even went back to work at SD-6 and nothing seemed to have changed, with the exception of Sloane's empty office. During this time, she had tried many times to locate Will's whereabouts, but with little success. She was becoming worried because Will seemed to have disappeared without a trace. She didn't want to tell Vaughn about this because it would only have made matters even more complicated. She wanted to avoid talking about Sark with Vaughn at all costs.
She was about to give up on searching for Will when she received an anonymous phone call. After meeting with this mysterious person, she was told that Will was being kept at an abandoned warehouse outside the city.
After making some quick preparations, Sydney headed out to the warehouse - alone. She scanned the area to make sure that it wasn't a trap before quietly making her way into the building. She was prepared for the worst but that wasn't enough to keep her from crying out in horror when she entered the warehouse. There in the middle of the warehouse was Will, hands cuffed to a hanging bar, body limp and lifeless. It took her several minutes to regain her composure before she made her way towards Will. He looked even worse up close than from afar. His body was battered with cuts and bruises and was bloodied.
"Will?" Sydney called out softly, her voice trembling. When she received no answer, she tried to release him from the cuffs. She cried out in anguish as the cuffs refused to break. Sydney began to scan the warehouse in search for tools that might help her break the cuffs.
Nearly an hour later, Sydney finally succeeded in freeing Will. During this time, he had been drifting in an out of consciousness.
"Can you hear me, Will?" she whispered, hoping that he was not as badly injured as he looked.
Will uttered a sound that resembled a pained groan. Sydney knew that she needed to get him medical help as soon as possible, but the horror of finding Will like this made her legs feel like they were made of lead.
"Who did this to you?" she cried, as tears streamed down her face.
Will's eyes fluttered open slightly. He seemed like he was having trouble breathing. As he gasped for air, he uttered, "Sark." before drifting into unconsciousness again.
All this time, Sydney had been unaware that they were not in the warehouse alone. When she did find out, it was too late because someone had struck her in the head with something hard. She crashed to the floor, her vision blurring.
She did manage to see someone dragging Will's limp body off of the floor but that was about all she could see.
"Well, it was nice meeting you again, Miss Bristow," an eerily familiar British-accented voice taunted before Sydney blacked out.
She woke up hours later in the now-abandoned warehouse. She looked around and noticed that Will was no longer there. However, there were three dead CIA agents sprawled on the floor, all with one single bullet to their forehead. That's when she remembered what had happened before she blacked out.
Sydney curled up and began to cry. Her cries became more pained and more intense. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself. "Why did I trust him??"
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 14
Sydney was surrounded by darkness but her training gave her ample abilities to navigate through the maze of ventilation ducts. She had memorized Sark's instructions and followed them exactly. Sure enough, she made her way out of the building without being spotted. She remained vigilant but encountered no trouble.
She really had no idea where she was, but this was nothing new to Sydney. Using whatever resources she could get her hands on, she eventually made her way back home. She still couldn't believe how she had spent her last few days. Even for her, it was almost incomprehensible.
The first thing she did when she entered her house was to take a much- needed shower. Luckily, Francie wasn't home so she managed to freshen herself before launching into her well-rehearsed alibi.
The relaxation that greeted her with the hot shower did little to relax her mind, however. She had too much to think about. First, she still had no idea of Will's whereabouts. Sark's comment about Will and Francie being in danger was deeply disturbing. She also wondered what to say to Vaughn when she saw him. That kiss she planted on Sark before she escaped sent conflicting signals to her. On the one hand, she felt horribly guilty because she felt like she had betrayed Vaughn. On the other hand, though, it felt so right. She wasn't sure why, but her attraction to Sark was growing with increasing intensity.
Sydney felt torn. She was so sure that she loved Vaughn. Actually, she was sure she still loves Vaughn. But then Sark came along and now everything is so much more complicated. She wasn't sure if what she felt for Sark could be called love. But there were definitely very strong feelings that she has developed towards her supposed archenemy.
She thought back to the final moments that she spent with Sark. She still struggled to understand why Sark did what he did. And despite of everything that has happened so far, a part of her was still expecting Sark to betray her. A part of her still refused to trust him, to believe that he really wasn't a heartless monster.
* * * * * * * * * * * * It had been a few days since Sydney escaped from Sloane. Strangely, no one from SD-6 had come after her since. She even went back to work at SD-6 and nothing seemed to have changed, with the exception of Sloane's empty office. During this time, she had tried many times to locate Will's whereabouts, but with little success. She was becoming worried because Will seemed to have disappeared without a trace. She didn't want to tell Vaughn about this because it would only have made matters even more complicated. She wanted to avoid talking about Sark with Vaughn at all costs.
She was about to give up on searching for Will when she received an anonymous phone call. After meeting with this mysterious person, she was told that Will was being kept at an abandoned warehouse outside the city.
After making some quick preparations, Sydney headed out to the warehouse - alone. She scanned the area to make sure that it wasn't a trap before quietly making her way into the building. She was prepared for the worst but that wasn't enough to keep her from crying out in horror when she entered the warehouse. There in the middle of the warehouse was Will, hands cuffed to a hanging bar, body limp and lifeless. It took her several minutes to regain her composure before she made her way towards Will. He looked even worse up close than from afar. His body was battered with cuts and bruises and was bloodied.
"Will?" Sydney called out softly, her voice trembling. When she received no answer, she tried to release him from the cuffs. She cried out in anguish as the cuffs refused to break. Sydney began to scan the warehouse in search for tools that might help her break the cuffs.
Nearly an hour later, Sydney finally succeeded in freeing Will. During this time, he had been drifting in an out of consciousness.
"Can you hear me, Will?" she whispered, hoping that he was not as badly injured as he looked.
Will uttered a sound that resembled a pained groan. Sydney knew that she needed to get him medical help as soon as possible, but the horror of finding Will like this made her legs feel like they were made of lead.
"Who did this to you?" she cried, as tears streamed down her face.
Will's eyes fluttered open slightly. He seemed like he was having trouble breathing. As he gasped for air, he uttered, "Sark." before drifting into unconsciousness again.
All this time, Sydney had been unaware that they were not in the warehouse alone. When she did find out, it was too late because someone had struck her in the head with something hard. She crashed to the floor, her vision blurring.
She did manage to see someone dragging Will's limp body off of the floor but that was about all she could see.
"Well, it was nice meeting you again, Miss Bristow," an eerily familiar British-accented voice taunted before Sydney blacked out.
She woke up hours later in the now-abandoned warehouse. She looked around and noticed that Will was no longer there. However, there were three dead CIA agents sprawled on the floor, all with one single bullet to their forehead. That's when she remembered what had happened before she blacked out.
Sydney curled up and began to cry. Her cries became more pained and more intense. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself. "Why did I trust him??"
~ to be continued ~
