Disclaimer: Alias is not mine
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Chapter 2: Hold on to me
Sydney woke slowly on what she thought must have been the hardest bed she had ever slept on. As she looked around she found herself lying in the closed in bed of a truck with just a blanket and her own arm for a pillow. Luckily it was warm though. She looked through the back window of the truck and saw familiar sandy brown hair of the man driving the pick up truck. She blinked back tears as she remembered what had happened over the last few days. She and Vaughn had already flown a discreet plane to Florida and there they were supplied with a pick up truck, they were to drive to LA from there on out in case there were people surveying the flights for her in LA. They still didn't know what exactly Sloane and his associates had in mind for her or if she had escaped or been released. But with Sydney's strength and cunning she could have finally out maneuvered them and gotten away for all they knew. There could be people trying to get her back. She got up and knocked on the back window of the truck, as she did she saw Vaughn jump a little and look back, wink, and slowly pull over, he reached back and opened the window wide so she could crawl into the passenger seat. She climbed in and sat beside him in the truck fastening her seat belt she leaned her head against the window.
"Hi," they both said at the same time. And then there was silence. They didn't talk for about 10 minutes as she sat quietly trying to remember the past, and trying not to be terrified of the future.
"You want a banana or chips or something?" Vaughn asked awkwardly, obviously troubled by the quiet.
"Oh...no thanks, I'm okay," Sydney said, and then she turned back to the window and looked at the open space of Texas, a few minutes later Vaughn made another attempt. He reached out and let his free hand on her knee and squeezed it gently with his forefinger and thumb.
"Your not okay Syd, I know that, that's ok, that's not unexpected or unreasonable, you have lost so much, just know that through all this when your scared, or tired, or just sad, take my hand. You can hold on to me. I'll hold you till the tears stop." He grabbed her hand and held it tight then brought it to his lips and kissed it so softly it gave Sydney chills. Sydney scooted over on the front, bench style seat and leaned into him. She kissed his neck and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"Then hold onto me Vaughn, please hold on tight because I feel like I'm losing a battle here."
Sloane walked into the so called "operations room" of his new base. He called to Sark who was sitting at his laptop in the adjacent room.
"How did this happen Sark?" Sloane said with contempt in his voice. Sark obviously shocked that his boss had heard of the escape of the recent captive just moved his mouth in voiceless words that would not come out. "I SAID HOW IS IT THAT YOU LET HER ESCAPE AND NEVER FELT THE NEED TO RELAY IT TO ME" Sloane shouted it this time.
"I...I had hoped to retrieve her before you had to be burdened by this," Sark said in his heavy British accent.
"Mr. Sark this is my operation, I am your employer, Sydney was my captive, I'm the one who's been working with her for the past two years and you tell me you didn't want to BURDEN ME?"
"Well sir with your condition..."
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO MENTION THAT, you know very well that this plan was meant not only to do Rambaldi's bidding but to cure me as well. But how can we continue when you let the key to the whole thing walk out the door?!?!? Mr. Sark everything was beginning to go into motion, the explosions, the broadcast."
"I know Sir I..."
"You will get her back Mr. Sark or we will use you as the sacrifice in our next step." A chill ran down Sark's back at the mere suggestion of this.
"Of course sir, plans have already been made ...I'll go personally."
As Sydney leaned against Vaughn she dreamt, and she dreamt horrible things, she dreamt of the ocean. She was standing in front of it, there was an explosion in the distance, and she looked over to the beach where children had been playing just seconds before, but there were no longer children there just human shaped fireballs slowly turning to dust and ash. Sydney stood right in the middle of it all but showed no signs that she would suffer the same fate. She didn't feel emotionally affected by the event, this scared her more than anything she had ever encountered. And as she woke up and cried in Vaughn's arms, with him thinking the whole time it was about the two years she had lost she couldn't help but remember that just before she had awoke the sky had turned from bright blue to....black.
