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A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Thesheeplover, Crystal Raven, Abbie, Sarkie47, Valoriahn and Maea; you guys rock!!! Don't worry I wasn't planning at any point of just doing one chapter. So here's the next. R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
' Get away from me, Get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, Believe me. Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, I don't need anyone, These days I feel like I'm fading away.' ~ Counting Crows - Have You Seen Me Lately.
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Sydney Bristow - Enemy of The United States of America.
He reread the words he'd seen a thousand times. Why had she refused to talk to anyone but him? Why? Did she think that she could use their past relationship to her advantage? Did she think she could manipulate his heart? Manipulate his now cold heart, the one she'd destroyed? If she thought that, then she'd better think again. Any feelings he had once felt for her were dead and buried. Just like the real Sydney Bristow.
She had made him this way. She had ended every relationship he'd had after her. She made him trust no one. Weiss once commented that he was turning into Jack Bristow. But Vaughn was not going to repeat Jack's mistake. He wasn't going to let the feelings he'd once had for a women blind him, allowing her the opportunity to shot him in the back of the head. He was not going to share his fate.
Vaughn thought back seven years. Seven long years to the time when she went missing on her mission. When his world stopped. How he had franticly searched for her for two years, knowing that Irina Derevko had her.
Then she turned up. Captured on the CCTV cameras in the terrorist group, 'New Right's' building. The group that they had destroyed. Captured along with the passionate kiss she shared with Sark. The one that made him sick to his stomach and his heart snapped in two. Captured on the tape they found on their arrival, along with the bodies, the chaos and the note. The note with four simple words written on it; 'I'll be seeing you'. That was the day Sydney Bristow had died, along with the person Michael Vaughn had once been.
'And you must remember that when you see her,' A voice reminded, 'Remember that you're not looking Sydney Bristow, just the person who killed her.'
Why him? Why had she demanded to see him?
He stopped for a moment to compose himself. To lock up his emotions. A part of him was not sure if the cold person he'd become had any emotions left to show. He told himself that revealing no emotions made him strong. But the truth was it made him lost and cold. Then he marched up to the 'Hannibal Lector' cell.
He watched her through the glass, as she sat meditating in the middle of the cell. And as if sensing his presence, her eyes shot opened and bored back into his. Cold brown mixing with cold green. Her face was a perfect emotionless mask. He wondered if she even knew how to feel anything anymore. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him, not once breaking eye contact. She placed a hand on the glass, the only thing which separated them.
"Hello Michael," She greeted evenly.
Her voice made his skin crawl. He didn't know if it would have been worse if she'd called him Vaughn like she always used to. No, not her. Sydney Bristow always called him Vaughn, not her.
"You will address me as Agent Vaughn, nothing else," He ordered coldly.
"Alright...Agent Vaughn," She repeated innocently, an amused smile playing on her lips.
At this very moment she was a perfect reflection of her mother. Even how he felt towards her was a reflection of his loathing for her mother. How he wanted to wipe that smile off her face. But he couldn't speak. Somehow, being so close to her had frozen his tongue. All he could do was stair at her icily.
"Aren't you going to ask what happen to me Agent Vaughn? Don't you want to know what happened to the girl you once knew?" She asked in a singsong voice, running her hand against the glass as she walked along it.
"I don't need you to tell me. I know what happened. Sydney Bristow died and you went to work for her murderers," He stated, letting his hatred and bitterness seep into his voice.
"No, you're wrong Agent Vaughn," Her head snapped back to face him, any traces of a smile had vanished. "They never killed me. The CIA did. They killed me when they refused to hand over Page 47."
Vaughn's face revealed his shock. Her raged look was replaced by a curious smile.
"They didn't tell you, did they?'
He said nothing. Her smile widened and she nodded knowingly. Then her smile vanished again.
"I was tortured contently for 6 months. Forced to go for days without sleep or food. But I didn't give up. I kept going for my country. They tried everything to break me. Sark used to take care of me, as much as he could. He used to beg me just to give in. But I refused," Her voice grew as she remembered the memory. "Then my mother offered me in return for Page 47. The CIA had gotten all the information they could from the document, my mother only wanted for 'sentimental' value, but they refused. The country I was devoted to betrayed me. They as good as ordered my death."
Vaughn didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. No one had ever told him about that Irina had offered a deal. He began to pity her. But his hatred forced it back. Instead he decided to regain control.
"So why did you turn yourself in? Come back to the country that betrayed you?" He asked emotionless.
"Because my mother wants me dead," She stated simply.
"And why would she want that?'
Sydney remained silent.
'Not so cocky now are we,' He thought smugly. 'Good.'
"What about Sark."
She looked away. Her face covered by a look he couldn't see. Was it pain? Did she know what that was anymore?
"He's dead," She answered using the same emotionless tone he gave her.
Her head snapped up. Their eyes locked again.
"Look, I'm willing to exchange all the information I know for protection from my mother. Even if it means staying in here," She offered, strength in her posture and voice.
"Is that all?"
"Well, I was going to make a list, but I thought that would be pushing it," She quipped cockily.
He began to walk away.
"Wait!" She called after him. "There is one other condition. I want asylum for two people. I want them to become American citizens and to live normal and safe lives here."
He turned back; "And who are they?"
"My children."
A/N: What do you think? You know the drill people, please hit that button and review NOW!!! Lol :o)
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Thesheeplover, Crystal Raven, Abbie, Sarkie47, Valoriahn and Maea; you guys rock!!! Don't worry I wasn't planning at any point of just doing one chapter. So here's the next. R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
' Get away from me, Get away from me, This isn't gonna be easy, But I don't need you, Believe me. Yeah, you got a piece of me, But it's just a little piece of me, I don't need anyone, These days I feel like I'm fading away.' ~ Counting Crows - Have You Seen Me Lately.
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Sydney Bristow - Enemy of The United States of America.
He reread the words he'd seen a thousand times. Why had she refused to talk to anyone but him? Why? Did she think that she could use their past relationship to her advantage? Did she think she could manipulate his heart? Manipulate his now cold heart, the one she'd destroyed? If she thought that, then she'd better think again. Any feelings he had once felt for her were dead and buried. Just like the real Sydney Bristow.
She had made him this way. She had ended every relationship he'd had after her. She made him trust no one. Weiss once commented that he was turning into Jack Bristow. But Vaughn was not going to repeat Jack's mistake. He wasn't going to let the feelings he'd once had for a women blind him, allowing her the opportunity to shot him in the back of the head. He was not going to share his fate.
Vaughn thought back seven years. Seven long years to the time when she went missing on her mission. When his world stopped. How he had franticly searched for her for two years, knowing that Irina Derevko had her.
Then she turned up. Captured on the CCTV cameras in the terrorist group, 'New Right's' building. The group that they had destroyed. Captured along with the passionate kiss she shared with Sark. The one that made him sick to his stomach and his heart snapped in two. Captured on the tape they found on their arrival, along with the bodies, the chaos and the note. The note with four simple words written on it; 'I'll be seeing you'. That was the day Sydney Bristow had died, along with the person Michael Vaughn had once been.
'And you must remember that when you see her,' A voice reminded, 'Remember that you're not looking Sydney Bristow, just the person who killed her.'
Why him? Why had she demanded to see him?
He stopped for a moment to compose himself. To lock up his emotions. A part of him was not sure if the cold person he'd become had any emotions left to show. He told himself that revealing no emotions made him strong. But the truth was it made him lost and cold. Then he marched up to the 'Hannibal Lector' cell.
He watched her through the glass, as she sat meditating in the middle of the cell. And as if sensing his presence, her eyes shot opened and bored back into his. Cold brown mixing with cold green. Her face was a perfect emotionless mask. He wondered if she even knew how to feel anything anymore. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him, not once breaking eye contact. She placed a hand on the glass, the only thing which separated them.
"Hello Michael," She greeted evenly.
Her voice made his skin crawl. He didn't know if it would have been worse if she'd called him Vaughn like she always used to. No, not her. Sydney Bristow always called him Vaughn, not her.
"You will address me as Agent Vaughn, nothing else," He ordered coldly.
"Alright...Agent Vaughn," She repeated innocently, an amused smile playing on her lips.
At this very moment she was a perfect reflection of her mother. Even how he felt towards her was a reflection of his loathing for her mother. How he wanted to wipe that smile off her face. But he couldn't speak. Somehow, being so close to her had frozen his tongue. All he could do was stair at her icily.
"Aren't you going to ask what happen to me Agent Vaughn? Don't you want to know what happened to the girl you once knew?" She asked in a singsong voice, running her hand against the glass as she walked along it.
"I don't need you to tell me. I know what happened. Sydney Bristow died and you went to work for her murderers," He stated, letting his hatred and bitterness seep into his voice.
"No, you're wrong Agent Vaughn," Her head snapped back to face him, any traces of a smile had vanished. "They never killed me. The CIA did. They killed me when they refused to hand over Page 47."
Vaughn's face revealed his shock. Her raged look was replaced by a curious smile.
"They didn't tell you, did they?'
He said nothing. Her smile widened and she nodded knowingly. Then her smile vanished again.
"I was tortured contently for 6 months. Forced to go for days without sleep or food. But I didn't give up. I kept going for my country. They tried everything to break me. Sark used to take care of me, as much as he could. He used to beg me just to give in. But I refused," Her voice grew as she remembered the memory. "Then my mother offered me in return for Page 47. The CIA had gotten all the information they could from the document, my mother only wanted for 'sentimental' value, but they refused. The country I was devoted to betrayed me. They as good as ordered my death."
Vaughn didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. No one had ever told him about that Irina had offered a deal. He began to pity her. But his hatred forced it back. Instead he decided to regain control.
"So why did you turn yourself in? Come back to the country that betrayed you?" He asked emotionless.
"Because my mother wants me dead," She stated simply.
"And why would she want that?'
Sydney remained silent.
'Not so cocky now are we,' He thought smugly. 'Good.'
"What about Sark."
She looked away. Her face covered by a look he couldn't see. Was it pain? Did she know what that was anymore?
"He's dead," She answered using the same emotionless tone he gave her.
Her head snapped up. Their eyes locked again.
"Look, I'm willing to exchange all the information I know for protection from my mother. Even if it means staying in here," She offered, strength in her posture and voice.
"Is that all?"
"Well, I was going to make a list, but I thought that would be pushing it," She quipped cockily.
He began to walk away.
"Wait!" She called after him. "There is one other condition. I want asylum for two people. I want them to become American citizens and to live normal and safe lives here."
He turned back; "And who are they?"
"My children."
A/N: What do you think? You know the drill people, please hit that button and review NOW!!! Lol :o)
