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Summary- Syd and Vaughn ride home in Vaughns car (sorry it's so vague) and Syd finds Will in a VERY instable mood.
She asked him again, walking up to the table he was sitting at and sat across him, "What's wrong?"
For a moment, he just looked at her which killed Sydney inside from the suspense he was holding back.
"Francie's…she's…" Will stumbled out, folding and tearing the corners off of the napkin he was strangling a few minutes earlier.
"She's what, Will?" Sydney couldn't help the strain in her voice as her stomach started to drop.
Will finally looked at Sydney directly into her eyes and finished him sentence, "she's in the hospital."
Sydney didn't move, breath, or comprehend anything for what seemed to last a lifetime. Tears were welling up in her but she tried her best to hold them back, for Will's sake.
"Well, is she OK? What happened?" Sydney was starting to get scared.
"She was driving home from the restaurant. We were talking to each other about our plans for the weekend. But she had to go because the traffic was getting heavy. So we hung up and about a half hour later, I got a call from the hospital." Will strained to explain, Sydney opened her mouth to stop him, but he continued.
"Some ass hole ran a red light and crashed into the driver side of her car. She was pinned between the driver and passenger seat. Her car was mangled, it was really hard for firefighters to finally get her out. She has a concussion."
"Oh, Will…" was all she got out, getting up and pulling him up into a hug. She found that he was limp, almost like he had lost every bone in his body. He slowly raised his arms to hug her back, and they stayed that way for a minute or so before Will backed away.
They both stood there for a few moments before the phone rang, Will had sat back down right before, so Sydney decided to pick it up.
"Hello?" her voice cracked.
"Hey, Sydney? You alright?" Vaughn sounded very concerned.
"Yeah, I'll just meet you at the airport."
"Ok, just makin' sure you were ready."
"Yeah. See you soon." Sydney's voice trailed off as she finished.
By now, Vaughn was more than concerned. He knew Sydney well and could tell when something was wrong. And now, he was positive something was very, very, wrong.
He hesitated to hang up, but heard a click on the other line followed by the steady beep telling him that she had hung up already. Slowly, he got his things together and headed to the airport.
Sydney sat the phone back on the receiver, turning back to Will. He was just the same as a few minutes ago, starring into space.
"Will? I got one trip to go on tonight. Just one. I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Please, take care of yourself, be strong. For me…and Francie."
At the last word she said, his head slowly shot up and looked her into the face. "Promise?" he struggled to ask. Sydney could tell that he was terribly serious. "Yes Will. I promise you." she squeezed his hand a bit and got up to pack. Her body was packing, while her mind was wondering around somewhere else. This mission was going to be hard. She knew that for sure. Adding a few more things in her black carry-on bag, she headed out of her room. Will had gotten up and grabbed his keys. Reaching for his coat, he stated, "I'm going to the hospital to see her. Just make sure you get back here fast. Unbelievably fast. I don't care what you have to do to get here. Your stupid job can wait. Francie needs you now."
Sydney just stood there, understandingly nodding her head slowly. "I'll do all I can Will, you know that."
"Yeah, I know, just reassure me of it." he said flatly, "Bye." And with that, he closed the door, leaving Sydney in the empty house. She was angry at everything right now, but mostly herself. Doing this to her friends, lying to them constantly, had wore her down to where she couldn't stand it anymore. Heading towards the door slowly, she remembered her car situation. This day was just awful and Sydney couldn't wait until morning came. She decided to call the cab service, praying that she could get to the airport in time. With a quick glance at her watch, she figured she had about 45 minutes to get to the airport, and get on the plane. Determined to make it in time, she got into the cab which, had came in the 20 minutes, as promised.
Reaching the airport, she paid the driver, and quickly walked in. Keeping an eye out for Vaughn, she dodged the bustling groups of people walking opposite of her. Vaughn saw her first and rushed over to her as fast as the crowd allowed him too.
"Hey." he said, slightly out of breath from dodging and being pushed back countless times.
"Hi."
"So you mind telling me why your so uptight?"
"Yeah, I will. Let's just get on the plane first." Sydney glanced at her watch again and saw that they have 10 minutes.
"Ok, lets go." his voice sounded slightly disappointed, but he covered it up with looking down at his feet and then the passing crowds.
She followed him into the plane and found their seats. Her eyes got a bit bigger when she realized that their seats were next to each others. The CIA never wanted them to be noticed together, and this certainly aroused her curiosity.
Sitting down, she sighed. Pushing the bag beneath her, next to her feet, she looked at him with sad eyes.
He looked back in silence as she started slowly, "Francie was in a pretty bad car crash. I'm really worried about her. And Will is mad at me because I couldn't go to the hospital with him and see if she's alright." She surprised herself in how much she told him in so little time. He looked at her again, not knowing what to say next. Finally, he just said, but really meant it, "I'm so sorry…"
~~~Sorry it's so depressing!! I'll try to make it a bit more upbeat and optimistic next chapter! Hope you liked it, so now just press that perdy little purple button riiiiiight down there….YUP! That's it! Thanks a bunch!~~~
Summary- Syd and Vaughn ride home in Vaughns car (sorry it's so vague) and Syd finds Will in a VERY instable mood.
She asked him again, walking up to the table he was sitting at and sat across him, "What's wrong?"
For a moment, he just looked at her which killed Sydney inside from the suspense he was holding back.
"Francie's…she's…" Will stumbled out, folding and tearing the corners off of the napkin he was strangling a few minutes earlier.
"She's what, Will?" Sydney couldn't help the strain in her voice as her stomach started to drop.
Will finally looked at Sydney directly into her eyes and finished him sentence, "she's in the hospital."
Sydney didn't move, breath, or comprehend anything for what seemed to last a lifetime. Tears were welling up in her but she tried her best to hold them back, for Will's sake.
"Well, is she OK? What happened?" Sydney was starting to get scared.
"She was driving home from the restaurant. We were talking to each other about our plans for the weekend. But she had to go because the traffic was getting heavy. So we hung up and about a half hour later, I got a call from the hospital." Will strained to explain, Sydney opened her mouth to stop him, but he continued.
"Some ass hole ran a red light and crashed into the driver side of her car. She was pinned between the driver and passenger seat. Her car was mangled, it was really hard for firefighters to finally get her out. She has a concussion."
"Oh, Will…" was all she got out, getting up and pulling him up into a hug. She found that he was limp, almost like he had lost every bone in his body. He slowly raised his arms to hug her back, and they stayed that way for a minute or so before Will backed away.
They both stood there for a few moments before the phone rang, Will had sat back down right before, so Sydney decided to pick it up.
"Hello?" her voice cracked.
"Hey, Sydney? You alright?" Vaughn sounded very concerned.
"Yeah, I'll just meet you at the airport."
"Ok, just makin' sure you were ready."
"Yeah. See you soon." Sydney's voice trailed off as she finished.
By now, Vaughn was more than concerned. He knew Sydney well and could tell when something was wrong. And now, he was positive something was very, very, wrong.
He hesitated to hang up, but heard a click on the other line followed by the steady beep telling him that she had hung up already. Slowly, he got his things together and headed to the airport.
Sydney sat the phone back on the receiver, turning back to Will. He was just the same as a few minutes ago, starring into space.
"Will? I got one trip to go on tonight. Just one. I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Please, take care of yourself, be strong. For me…and Francie."
At the last word she said, his head slowly shot up and looked her into the face. "Promise?" he struggled to ask. Sydney could tell that he was terribly serious. "Yes Will. I promise you." she squeezed his hand a bit and got up to pack. Her body was packing, while her mind was wondering around somewhere else. This mission was going to be hard. She knew that for sure. Adding a few more things in her black carry-on bag, she headed out of her room. Will had gotten up and grabbed his keys. Reaching for his coat, he stated, "I'm going to the hospital to see her. Just make sure you get back here fast. Unbelievably fast. I don't care what you have to do to get here. Your stupid job can wait. Francie needs you now."
Sydney just stood there, understandingly nodding her head slowly. "I'll do all I can Will, you know that."
"Yeah, I know, just reassure me of it." he said flatly, "Bye." And with that, he closed the door, leaving Sydney in the empty house. She was angry at everything right now, but mostly herself. Doing this to her friends, lying to them constantly, had wore her down to where she couldn't stand it anymore. Heading towards the door slowly, she remembered her car situation. This day was just awful and Sydney couldn't wait until morning came. She decided to call the cab service, praying that she could get to the airport in time. With a quick glance at her watch, she figured she had about 45 minutes to get to the airport, and get on the plane. Determined to make it in time, she got into the cab which, had came in the 20 minutes, as promised.
Reaching the airport, she paid the driver, and quickly walked in. Keeping an eye out for Vaughn, she dodged the bustling groups of people walking opposite of her. Vaughn saw her first and rushed over to her as fast as the crowd allowed him too.
"Hey." he said, slightly out of breath from dodging and being pushed back countless times.
"Hi."
"So you mind telling me why your so uptight?"
"Yeah, I will. Let's just get on the plane first." Sydney glanced at her watch again and saw that they have 10 minutes.
"Ok, lets go." his voice sounded slightly disappointed, but he covered it up with looking down at his feet and then the passing crowds.
She followed him into the plane and found their seats. Her eyes got a bit bigger when she realized that their seats were next to each others. The CIA never wanted them to be noticed together, and this certainly aroused her curiosity.
Sitting down, she sighed. Pushing the bag beneath her, next to her feet, she looked at him with sad eyes.
He looked back in silence as she started slowly, "Francie was in a pretty bad car crash. I'm really worried about her. And Will is mad at me because I couldn't go to the hospital with him and see if she's alright." She surprised herself in how much she told him in so little time. He looked at her again, not knowing what to say next. Finally, he just said, but really meant it, "I'm so sorry…"
~~~Sorry it's so depressing!! I'll try to make it a bit more upbeat and optimistic next chapter! Hope you liked it, so now just press that perdy little purple button riiiiiight down there….YUP! That's it! Thanks a bunch!~~~