AN: Okay- here goes the sixth chapter! This is a little shorter than the
other ones, mainly because I found a good stopping point and decided to
stop. Please review this, and I took a different angle with this chapter
(I'll explain more at the end of the chapter) and I hope that it's an okay
angle. Thanks for reading!
Chapter Six
Great. I'm working under Sloane, again. I thought that destroying SD- 6 would have meant no more Sloane. I guess I was wrong.
I sat silently next to Sark as we were taken to Sloane. I could only hope that the assassin worked quickly and that I could get out of here.
Sloane was. . .surprised, to say the least, to find me alive. Somehow though, I wished that I had ignored the voice in my head when it told me to defy Kendall and do this. Had I ignored it, and decided not to prove myself, I could be safe, in LA, with Vaughn. Life would be good.
The car stopped and Sark helped me out of the car. I didn't want to see Sloane, or my mother, for that matter, but it was one of those things that had to be done.
My mother met us at the entrance and I stared coldly at her. Right now, I hated her. I hated her for putting both me, and my father in this position.
"Mr. Sark," she nodded. "Mr. Sloane would like to see you privately. Sydney, come with me."
I looked at Sark, questioning whether to do this or not. He nodded, and so I turned to follow my mother. Somehow I was more trusting of Sark now. Had this been a week ago, I wouldn't have cared what he told me to do.
"Sydney," she said as we entered an empty room. I looked for cameras, but there were none.
"What?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"There aren't any cameras. You can stop your charade."
"And what if this isn't a "charade" as you put it?"
"Sydney, what are you doing? The CIA thinks you're dead and you're working with Sark."
"I should ask you the same thing, Mom. You betrayed Dad. He fought to get you out on that mission, and what did you do? You got away- you ran away, again."
"I'm only trying to do the same as you- bring down Sloane. That's it, I promise."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You have to."
"No I don't."
"All right. Then how can you trust Sark?"
A loud knock came at the door and I jumped.
"It's soundproof," she mouthed. "Yeah?" she asked as she opened the door. Sark.
"Mr. Sloane would like to see all of us," he said simply.
I sat down across from Sloane and my mother, and next to Sark- ugh.
"Miss Bristow," he started. "Welcome- again."
***
Vaughn's POV
Another day, another day with Kendall- oh joy.
"Uh, Vaughn?" Weiss asked. "Whoo-hoo, earth to Agent Mike!" he said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry. Just thinking."
"Yeah, I know. About Sydney."
"No, actually just about life in general."
"Fascinating," he said sarcastically. "Uh, Emily Sloane's here."
"Wait- didn't she die of cancer or something?"
"Yeah. Syd spoke at her funeral. She wants to talk about her husband, but she'll only talk to Sydney."
"She doesn't know?"
"No."
"Let me guess. I have to talk to Arvin Sloane's wife."
"Either you or Jack- at least that's what Kendall said, and Jack already said no."
"And since he's a senior officer."
"You get the honor of doing it."
"What am I supposed to say, "Oh yeah, hi. I'm Agent Vaughn. Sydney was killed a week ago by your husband's accomplice, or in her words, his "dog," but I'm her boyfriend and you can talk to me." Is that what Kendall wants me to say?"
"You can't do this," said Weiss. "Mike, you can't even think- let alone talk about her without going nuts. I'll get Jack to do it."
"No," my voice softened. "Jack's her father. He shouldn't have to do it. I'll do it."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
***
"Emily Sloane?" I asked as I opened the door.
"Who are you?" she asked. "I told Mr. Kendall that I would only speak to Sydney."
I sat down across from her. "I know. Emily, Sydney was killed about a week ago, on assignment in Italy." I left out her husband's role in all of this. "Mr. Kendall wants me to talk to you instead."
"Jack. I want to see Jack, then."
"Agent Bristow.is out of the country," I lied. Hopefully Jack would stay out of sight until she left.
"All right," she sighed. "I want to turn my husband in. I'll help the CIA find him, and Irina, on one condition."
"What?"
"That he doesn't get the death penalty."
"I'll talk to Kendall. I'll see what I can do," I said.
Of course he said no after I asked. Finally, with a little push from Jack, he said yes. Emily signed the papers and we hooked up the wire. We could finally find Sloane and Derevko.
***
Sydney's POV
"Here's the basic plan," said Sloane. "Irina will escort the two of you to my house. We will discuss the Rambaldi document there." Sloane stood to leave and Sark and I stood as well.
"Don't turn traitor on me, Sydney," he said quietly as I exited the room. Yeah right, as if I was going to. Like I had anywhere to go.
"I'd love to say that I was falling back into my old routine as a double- agent, but I'd be lying. The CIA thinks I'm dead. I'm no threat to you now," I said coldly.
Later, my mother took us to Sloane's new. . .house. I'd call it a mansion, but everyone referred to it as a house, so I did too. Sloane had apparently told her something, because she immediately went to Sloane's study and opened a safe and took out a key and a disk. I knew the key was for something, I just couldn't figure out what.
Sark and I watched as my mother took out both items and he smiled. Apparently, he knew exactly what was going on, and I was the only one left out of the loop. I looked around as I heard an explosion and glass shattering.
"Sloane!" it was Vaughn, and more than likely, the CIA.
Sark shot me a look, like this was my fault. "You checked. I'm not bugged. I'm dead, remember?"
"Let's go," my mother said. "Sydney, you first. Stay out of sight. Sark, get to the extraction point. Meet us there," she tossed him a headset and he took off one way while my mother and I followed Sloane and Emily into the passageway, hiding in the shadows. After all, Emily thought I was dead, and I wanted to keep it that way.
"Go," I head my mother say. "I got the disk," she said into the headset.
"Good," Sark said. He had given me an earpiece earlier. "Both of you, meet me at the extraction point."
"Sydney?" asked my mother. She hadn't known.
"Yeah. Where is it?"
"Take the passageway to a ladder, climb out, look for the chopper," my mother said.
I heard Sloane and Emily start running again and I did too. My mother was close behind, I could hear her footsteps. I kept running, even though my heart was telling me to stop. Stop, wait for Vaughn to find you, confess everything. . .but I couldn't. It was too late to turn back now.
***
Vaughn's POV
I slowly turned the corner, my gun in front of me. No one. I turned another corner. Nothing.
"They're in some kind of tunnel. It starts to the east. Check it from the outside to see where it leads," I radioed over to my mission partner, Agent Mason.
*Flashback*
"Agent Vaughn, you are being assigned a new asset," the look on Kendall's face clearly said, "Don't screw it up with this one too." "Unfortunately, she is still finishing up her training as a field agent. Your partner for this mission is Agent Abigail Mason," said Kendall.
"Abbie," she said, shaking my hand with a smile. "I've heard great things about you, Agent Vaughn, and I'm looking forward to working with you."
"Same," I said. I had been over her file. She had passed her final training tests with flying colors. In fact, she was almost as good an agent as Sydney, Kendall had put it, and with a little more experience, she would be.
"I have a feeling that you two will make a great team," said Kendall.
*End Flashback*
"Will do," she radioed back. "Meet you at the exit."
I followed the tunnel and ducked behind a wall as a bullet whizzed by me. I returned the shot and saw a figure climbing out of the tunnel. It was a figure that I knew all too well. Sydney?
Another shot was fired and then the figure climbed up the ladder as well. Derevko?
"Freeze!" I called. "Don't move!"
She looked down and smirked, but continued climbing, so I fired. I shot her in the arm, hoping she'd drop the disk. She did, and finished climbing, then fell to the ground outside.
***
Sydney's POV
"Mom!" I tried to yell as I saw her fall, but Sark covered my mouth with his hand. "Your cover will be blown! She'll be fine." She pulled herself to her feet and rant toward the helicopter and Sark pushed me behind him and out of sight as Vaughn's head popped out of the tunnel. My heart raced, as it usually did whenever I saw him, and I all of a sudden was filled with a crazy idea to fling myself from the helicopter and hope he'd catch me before I hit the ground.
Sark fired at Vaughn, and Vaughn ducked back inside, narrowly avoiding being hit.
Sloane and Emily dashed across the open field and I saw Dixon carefully take aim. This could be it- the end of Sloane. Emily and Sloane fell to the ground as Dixon looked up. Sloane moved to sit up, but Emily didn't. That's when it hit me; Emily was dead.
My mother pulled Sloane to his feet and they made it to the chopper. Her arm was bleeding, but as I looked at it, it didn't look too bad. Sloane was silent- just staring down at Emily.
"Go, go, go!" Sark's British accent cut through the whirring of the chopper and the helicopter took off. "Do you have the disk?" he asked my mother.
She just shook her head and leaned back into the seat, breathing heavily. As the chopper took off, we watched Emily's still form, and a blonde figure beside it, get smaller and smaller. I couldn't help but wonder though, just who, exactly, was she? Had they replaced me that quickly? I asked myself as I looked toward Vaughn. His green eyes met mine and I knew he understood, if only for a moment, the moment that green met brown, that I was alive.
AN: Okay- so now you've read it. Please click the little purple button at the bottom- pretty please? Also tell me how you liked the format of this chapter. I know that it's the same as Truth Takes Time, or at least some of the lines from it (and I know that Emily's weren't the exact, but it got the point across, right?) and I intentionally did that, because up until I find a point where I want to go completely AU because something has happened in the show that I don't like, I'd like to keep up with what's happening. Thanks for reading!
Chapter Six
Great. I'm working under Sloane, again. I thought that destroying SD- 6 would have meant no more Sloane. I guess I was wrong.
I sat silently next to Sark as we were taken to Sloane. I could only hope that the assassin worked quickly and that I could get out of here.
Sloane was. . .surprised, to say the least, to find me alive. Somehow though, I wished that I had ignored the voice in my head when it told me to defy Kendall and do this. Had I ignored it, and decided not to prove myself, I could be safe, in LA, with Vaughn. Life would be good.
The car stopped and Sark helped me out of the car. I didn't want to see Sloane, or my mother, for that matter, but it was one of those things that had to be done.
My mother met us at the entrance and I stared coldly at her. Right now, I hated her. I hated her for putting both me, and my father in this position.
"Mr. Sark," she nodded. "Mr. Sloane would like to see you privately. Sydney, come with me."
I looked at Sark, questioning whether to do this or not. He nodded, and so I turned to follow my mother. Somehow I was more trusting of Sark now. Had this been a week ago, I wouldn't have cared what he told me to do.
"Sydney," she said as we entered an empty room. I looked for cameras, but there were none.
"What?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"There aren't any cameras. You can stop your charade."
"And what if this isn't a "charade" as you put it?"
"Sydney, what are you doing? The CIA thinks you're dead and you're working with Sark."
"I should ask you the same thing, Mom. You betrayed Dad. He fought to get you out on that mission, and what did you do? You got away- you ran away, again."
"I'm only trying to do the same as you- bring down Sloane. That's it, I promise."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You have to."
"No I don't."
"All right. Then how can you trust Sark?"
A loud knock came at the door and I jumped.
"It's soundproof," she mouthed. "Yeah?" she asked as she opened the door. Sark.
"Mr. Sloane would like to see all of us," he said simply.
I sat down across from Sloane and my mother, and next to Sark- ugh.
"Miss Bristow," he started. "Welcome- again."
***
Vaughn's POV
Another day, another day with Kendall- oh joy.
"Uh, Vaughn?" Weiss asked. "Whoo-hoo, earth to Agent Mike!" he said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry. Just thinking."
"Yeah, I know. About Sydney."
"No, actually just about life in general."
"Fascinating," he said sarcastically. "Uh, Emily Sloane's here."
"Wait- didn't she die of cancer or something?"
"Yeah. Syd spoke at her funeral. She wants to talk about her husband, but she'll only talk to Sydney."
"She doesn't know?"
"No."
"Let me guess. I have to talk to Arvin Sloane's wife."
"Either you or Jack- at least that's what Kendall said, and Jack already said no."
"And since he's a senior officer."
"You get the honor of doing it."
"What am I supposed to say, "Oh yeah, hi. I'm Agent Vaughn. Sydney was killed a week ago by your husband's accomplice, or in her words, his "dog," but I'm her boyfriend and you can talk to me." Is that what Kendall wants me to say?"
"You can't do this," said Weiss. "Mike, you can't even think- let alone talk about her without going nuts. I'll get Jack to do it."
"No," my voice softened. "Jack's her father. He shouldn't have to do it. I'll do it."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
***
"Emily Sloane?" I asked as I opened the door.
"Who are you?" she asked. "I told Mr. Kendall that I would only speak to Sydney."
I sat down across from her. "I know. Emily, Sydney was killed about a week ago, on assignment in Italy." I left out her husband's role in all of this. "Mr. Kendall wants me to talk to you instead."
"Jack. I want to see Jack, then."
"Agent Bristow.is out of the country," I lied. Hopefully Jack would stay out of sight until she left.
"All right," she sighed. "I want to turn my husband in. I'll help the CIA find him, and Irina, on one condition."
"What?"
"That he doesn't get the death penalty."
"I'll talk to Kendall. I'll see what I can do," I said.
Of course he said no after I asked. Finally, with a little push from Jack, he said yes. Emily signed the papers and we hooked up the wire. We could finally find Sloane and Derevko.
***
Sydney's POV
"Here's the basic plan," said Sloane. "Irina will escort the two of you to my house. We will discuss the Rambaldi document there." Sloane stood to leave and Sark and I stood as well.
"Don't turn traitor on me, Sydney," he said quietly as I exited the room. Yeah right, as if I was going to. Like I had anywhere to go.
"I'd love to say that I was falling back into my old routine as a double- agent, but I'd be lying. The CIA thinks I'm dead. I'm no threat to you now," I said coldly.
Later, my mother took us to Sloane's new. . .house. I'd call it a mansion, but everyone referred to it as a house, so I did too. Sloane had apparently told her something, because she immediately went to Sloane's study and opened a safe and took out a key and a disk. I knew the key was for something, I just couldn't figure out what.
Sark and I watched as my mother took out both items and he smiled. Apparently, he knew exactly what was going on, and I was the only one left out of the loop. I looked around as I heard an explosion and glass shattering.
"Sloane!" it was Vaughn, and more than likely, the CIA.
Sark shot me a look, like this was my fault. "You checked. I'm not bugged. I'm dead, remember?"
"Let's go," my mother said. "Sydney, you first. Stay out of sight. Sark, get to the extraction point. Meet us there," she tossed him a headset and he took off one way while my mother and I followed Sloane and Emily into the passageway, hiding in the shadows. After all, Emily thought I was dead, and I wanted to keep it that way.
"Go," I head my mother say. "I got the disk," she said into the headset.
"Good," Sark said. He had given me an earpiece earlier. "Both of you, meet me at the extraction point."
"Sydney?" asked my mother. She hadn't known.
"Yeah. Where is it?"
"Take the passageway to a ladder, climb out, look for the chopper," my mother said.
I heard Sloane and Emily start running again and I did too. My mother was close behind, I could hear her footsteps. I kept running, even though my heart was telling me to stop. Stop, wait for Vaughn to find you, confess everything. . .but I couldn't. It was too late to turn back now.
***
Vaughn's POV
I slowly turned the corner, my gun in front of me. No one. I turned another corner. Nothing.
"They're in some kind of tunnel. It starts to the east. Check it from the outside to see where it leads," I radioed over to my mission partner, Agent Mason.
*Flashback*
"Agent Vaughn, you are being assigned a new asset," the look on Kendall's face clearly said, "Don't screw it up with this one too." "Unfortunately, she is still finishing up her training as a field agent. Your partner for this mission is Agent Abigail Mason," said Kendall.
"Abbie," she said, shaking my hand with a smile. "I've heard great things about you, Agent Vaughn, and I'm looking forward to working with you."
"Same," I said. I had been over her file. She had passed her final training tests with flying colors. In fact, she was almost as good an agent as Sydney, Kendall had put it, and with a little more experience, she would be.
"I have a feeling that you two will make a great team," said Kendall.
*End Flashback*
"Will do," she radioed back. "Meet you at the exit."
I followed the tunnel and ducked behind a wall as a bullet whizzed by me. I returned the shot and saw a figure climbing out of the tunnel. It was a figure that I knew all too well. Sydney?
Another shot was fired and then the figure climbed up the ladder as well. Derevko?
"Freeze!" I called. "Don't move!"
She looked down and smirked, but continued climbing, so I fired. I shot her in the arm, hoping she'd drop the disk. She did, and finished climbing, then fell to the ground outside.
***
Sydney's POV
"Mom!" I tried to yell as I saw her fall, but Sark covered my mouth with his hand. "Your cover will be blown! She'll be fine." She pulled herself to her feet and rant toward the helicopter and Sark pushed me behind him and out of sight as Vaughn's head popped out of the tunnel. My heart raced, as it usually did whenever I saw him, and I all of a sudden was filled with a crazy idea to fling myself from the helicopter and hope he'd catch me before I hit the ground.
Sark fired at Vaughn, and Vaughn ducked back inside, narrowly avoiding being hit.
Sloane and Emily dashed across the open field and I saw Dixon carefully take aim. This could be it- the end of Sloane. Emily and Sloane fell to the ground as Dixon looked up. Sloane moved to sit up, but Emily didn't. That's when it hit me; Emily was dead.
My mother pulled Sloane to his feet and they made it to the chopper. Her arm was bleeding, but as I looked at it, it didn't look too bad. Sloane was silent- just staring down at Emily.
"Go, go, go!" Sark's British accent cut through the whirring of the chopper and the helicopter took off. "Do you have the disk?" he asked my mother.
She just shook her head and leaned back into the seat, breathing heavily. As the chopper took off, we watched Emily's still form, and a blonde figure beside it, get smaller and smaller. I couldn't help but wonder though, just who, exactly, was she? Had they replaced me that quickly? I asked myself as I looked toward Vaughn. His green eyes met mine and I knew he understood, if only for a moment, the moment that green met brown, that I was alive.
AN: Okay- so now you've read it. Please click the little purple button at the bottom- pretty please? Also tell me how you liked the format of this chapter. I know that it's the same as Truth Takes Time, or at least some of the lines from it (and I know that Emily's weren't the exact, but it got the point across, right?) and I intentionally did that, because up until I find a point where I want to go completely AU because something has happened in the show that I don't like, I'd like to keep up with what's happening. Thanks for reading!