TITLE: To Throw Yourself Away
AUTHOR: AliasDemon99
A/N: I had kinda forgotton about my stories, but I was reminded by a certain reviewer.
This chapter is dedicated to that kind reviewer, SoccaSweetie17.
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Chapter Eight: Falling Forward
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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let him hurt me." Sydney whimpered, falling into her unconscious world once again. ~
Sydney awoke to find herself in a large bed with brightly decorated sheets. Surveying her unfamiliar surroundings, Sydney found she was in a room not like a hospital, but greatly resembling a house.
The last few days were all a blur, details confused in her mind.
Her broken arm was in a sling, wrapped with cream-colored bandages. Her legs, arms, and forehead stung from the antiseptic she remembered from her childhood injuries. Her neck throbbed with a hot ache caused, no doubt, by the severe burns she now sported unwillingly.
Sydney winced briefly, causing herself even more pain from the bruising on her cheeks. Sark had really battered her this time around. But the most important question was, where on earth was she now?
Slowly and unsteadily, Sydney used her abdominal muscles to raise herself into a sitting position. Looking around the room, she felt like Little Red Riding hood in Grandma's old house.
Looking down at herself, Sydney saw fresh clothes, a loose pair of cotton shorts that failed to veil her wounds, and an equally loose T-shirt.
Getting to her feet, Sydney opened the only door in the room, and old wooden one, revealing a long hallway.
Sydney faintly remembered being in some sort of plane, but the rest remained hazy.
The hallway opened into a spacious living room, completely furnished with two large couches and a grand fireplace. On one of the couches sat two people, of which Sydney could only see the backs of.
Suddenly feeling lightheaded, Sydney leaned carefully against a wall for support as the room spun around her. Just as she was about to fall, Sydney saw Vaughn enter on the opposite side of the living room.
"Sydney!" Vaughn rushed to her as she began to slip, catching her gently in his arms.
Sydney closed her eyes, willing the room to stop it's rotation. When she opened them, she saw her mother and father had turned to look from their places on the couch, both occupying a distressed expression.
Realizing Vaughn was still holding her up, Sydney tried to free herself and stand up on her own, not wanting to seem weak to them.
When Vaughn offered, Sydney put her arm over his shoulders for aid on the way to the couch.
Vaughn sat her down next to her parents, taking an empty seat for himself across from them.
"Where are we?" Sydney squeaked, eyeing the room more closely.
"We're in a safehouse in New York," Jack answered carefully, "Our plane was having engine trouble so we had to stop until repairs could be made. It should be fixed in a few hours and we can return home to LA."
"Oh." Sydney attempted to smile, but again upset her bruised face, making her smile turn itself into an inevitable wince.
The four sat silently, not sure if the subject of her stay at Sark's base was needed to be brought up.
Irina grasped Sydney's hand with her own, "Sydney....do you think, ..do you want to talk about what happened?" Irina asked shakily.
Sydney, unsure if they knew about what she did in return for the cure, looked away, formulating a response. Instead of finding a plausible one though, Sydney felt heavy tears spring to her eyes. Afraid that if she opened her mouth to answer, tears would only come, she remained placid.
Jack left the room abruptly, returning with a glass of water and pain pills that Sydney excepted gratefully.
A few more minutes passed before Irina spoke again, "Sydney. Did...did Sark...rape you?" Her eyes welled with tears.
Sydney looked away, shaking her head. "No..." She choked out. "I let him...in exchange for the antidote." She looked away, feeling the awful sensation of everyone's eyes baring into her.
Jack closed his eyes, as did Vaughn as the men shared a silent prayer. Even through his thick shell, Jack felt stubborn tears behind his eyes and ended up wiping a few away.
Vaughn was more than heartbroken. The woman he loved, yes, LOVED, had sacrificed so much for him.
Irina was shaking, her own tears succumbing to sobs.
Everyone sat, for several more minutes, silently crying.
And just when they all thought the worst was over, the safehouse door burst open, setting off uncountable alarms, and revealing a stormy Sark in the doorway.
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TBC! REvieW!!!
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AUTHOR: AliasDemon99
A/N: I had kinda forgotton about my stories, but I was reminded by a certain reviewer.
This chapter is dedicated to that kind reviewer, SoccaSweetie17.
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Chapter Eight: Falling Forward
~
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let him hurt me." Sydney whimpered, falling into her unconscious world once again. ~
Sydney awoke to find herself in a large bed with brightly decorated sheets. Surveying her unfamiliar surroundings, Sydney found she was in a room not like a hospital, but greatly resembling a house.
The last few days were all a blur, details confused in her mind.
Her broken arm was in a sling, wrapped with cream-colored bandages. Her legs, arms, and forehead stung from the antiseptic she remembered from her childhood injuries. Her neck throbbed with a hot ache caused, no doubt, by the severe burns she now sported unwillingly.
Sydney winced briefly, causing herself even more pain from the bruising on her cheeks. Sark had really battered her this time around. But the most important question was, where on earth was she now?
Slowly and unsteadily, Sydney used her abdominal muscles to raise herself into a sitting position. Looking around the room, she felt like Little Red Riding hood in Grandma's old house.
Looking down at herself, Sydney saw fresh clothes, a loose pair of cotton shorts that failed to veil her wounds, and an equally loose T-shirt.
Getting to her feet, Sydney opened the only door in the room, and old wooden one, revealing a long hallway.
Sydney faintly remembered being in some sort of plane, but the rest remained hazy.
The hallway opened into a spacious living room, completely furnished with two large couches and a grand fireplace. On one of the couches sat two people, of which Sydney could only see the backs of.
Suddenly feeling lightheaded, Sydney leaned carefully against a wall for support as the room spun around her. Just as she was about to fall, Sydney saw Vaughn enter on the opposite side of the living room.
"Sydney!" Vaughn rushed to her as she began to slip, catching her gently in his arms.
Sydney closed her eyes, willing the room to stop it's rotation. When she opened them, she saw her mother and father had turned to look from their places on the couch, both occupying a distressed expression.
Realizing Vaughn was still holding her up, Sydney tried to free herself and stand up on her own, not wanting to seem weak to them.
When Vaughn offered, Sydney put her arm over his shoulders for aid on the way to the couch.
Vaughn sat her down next to her parents, taking an empty seat for himself across from them.
"Where are we?" Sydney squeaked, eyeing the room more closely.
"We're in a safehouse in New York," Jack answered carefully, "Our plane was having engine trouble so we had to stop until repairs could be made. It should be fixed in a few hours and we can return home to LA."
"Oh." Sydney attempted to smile, but again upset her bruised face, making her smile turn itself into an inevitable wince.
The four sat silently, not sure if the subject of her stay at Sark's base was needed to be brought up.
Irina grasped Sydney's hand with her own, "Sydney....do you think, ..do you want to talk about what happened?" Irina asked shakily.
Sydney, unsure if they knew about what she did in return for the cure, looked away, formulating a response. Instead of finding a plausible one though, Sydney felt heavy tears spring to her eyes. Afraid that if she opened her mouth to answer, tears would only come, she remained placid.
Jack left the room abruptly, returning with a glass of water and pain pills that Sydney excepted gratefully.
A few more minutes passed before Irina spoke again, "Sydney. Did...did Sark...rape you?" Her eyes welled with tears.
Sydney looked away, shaking her head. "No..." She choked out. "I let him...in exchange for the antidote." She looked away, feeling the awful sensation of everyone's eyes baring into her.
Jack closed his eyes, as did Vaughn as the men shared a silent prayer. Even through his thick shell, Jack felt stubborn tears behind his eyes and ended up wiping a few away.
Vaughn was more than heartbroken. The woman he loved, yes, LOVED, had sacrificed so much for him.
Irina was shaking, her own tears succumbing to sobs.
Everyone sat, for several more minutes, silently crying.
And just when they all thought the worst was over, the safehouse door burst open, setting off uncountable alarms, and revealing a stormy Sark in the doorway.
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TBC! REvieW!!!
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