Method to the Madness
A/N: Here's the next chapter
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I love you all, you're so nice to me!!!
Enjoy and please review!!!
Screech: You're so sweet for reviewing thanks :^)
twin*muse: I wanted to do something different than everyone else, I have other post-The Telling fics, I wanted this one to be different
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Chelsea: Hey Chelsea!! I'm glad you reviewed over here too, you're also sweet and thanks for saying this is awesome although you've told me many times!!!!
Chapter 2
The gun held firmly against his temple, Sydney's hand unwavering. Kendall didn't believe she would pull the trigger, but Vaughn knew different.
Sydney was hysterical, she wasn't herself, and she didn't know what she was doing. Not to mention the fact that she had just found out her baby had been taken from her.
"You won't pull the trigger," Kendall spat at her. Jack and Vaughn were standing off to the side watching through wide eyes as were the doctor's.
"Watch me," she muttered and clicked the safety off.
Vaughn watched as Kendall gave the doctors a look, he wanted them to inject her with something that would calm her down.
He also watched as the doctor's prepared the needle and shoved it into Sydney's neck.
When it was in, Sydney swung her gun around and pointed it at the doctor's. "What was that supposed to do?" she asked through clenched teeth, "Well it doesn't matter: it seems like whatever it was isn't working."
Then the gun was back on Kendall's temple.
The doctor's stuck another dose into Sydney's neck, it still didn't help. And another...and another...and another.
In the end, it took 8 doses more to make Sydney calm down than a normal person.
After laying there for a couple minutes, in a serene silence with Vaughn gripping her hand, she passed out into the unconciousness she feared the most.
~Sydney's unconciousness~
After her fight with A.G. Doren, she felt the exhaustion kick in.
Next thing she knew she awoke in a cold warehouse. She heard a baby crying in the background.
She looked down at herself strapped to a bed, a bloody mess. And then it hit her.
She saw Sark walking around the warehouse, bouncing a little baby, her little baby.
There was a calendar next to her, according to it, the date was December 16, 2003. She thought back now, assuming the baby was healthy and it looked healthy, 9 months before that would be April 16, 2003.
Which could only mean one thing: the father was Vaughn, this was her and Vaughn's baby.
The tears started falling, they could have been a family, they finally could have been a family.
"Vaughn!" she screamed, "Come save me! Come save our baby!"
Then Sark stalked over and smacked her across the face, "Shut up! I finally got her to sleep."
"Her?" she asked, "It's a girl? Vaughn and I have a baby girl."
But Sark only ignored her and began to talk to the baby, "You need a name now don't you?" he asked, "Hmm...how about Amanda? Amanda Leigh Sark."
"Amanda Leigh," Sydney murmured, "Vaughn."
"She'll never have that last name Sydney," Sark spat, "And neither will you."
He snapped his fingers and a little Spanish woman came in, "Paloma, take her to the house," he told her, "And get her birth certificate under the name Amanda Leigh Sark."
"And what about the mother sir?" Paloma asked, "Doesn't her name need to be put on it?"
"Just put the name Sydney Ann Bristoe as the mother and my name for the father," he replied, "But be sure to tell them the mother died during birth."
Paloma nodded and took Amanda away. "I'm not dead," Sydney exclaimed, "And Vaughn's the father."
"Not anymore," Sark said. He was coming at her with a gun.
"What do you want with my baby?" she asked, tears choking her up.
"None of your business," he replied, "And she's not your anymore, she'll never know her real mother or father."
"Why are you doing this?" Sydney questioned.
He didn't answer her and she watched as the gun came smashing into her head.
~End~
Sydney awoke back in Medical Services with tears running down her cheeks. She tried to sit up, but was held in place by restraints.
"My baby!" she screamed, "He has Amanda! He took my baby!"
When she saw Vaughn approaching her, she said, "He has our baby!"
Vaughn's eyes bulged out of his head and he just stood there, lost in his own thoughts.
He didn't see Sydney struggling against her restraints, he didn't see her break all of them, and he didn't see her grab his gun from it's holster.
When he finally snapped out of it and blinked his eyes, he took in the whole situation.
Sydney stood with the gun to her head, "I let him take our baby, I'm a terrible mother," she mumbled, "I don't deserve to live."
Vaughn panicked and tackled Sydney to the floor before she could pull the trigger and stayed on top of her writhing form.
The doctors hurried and injected her with a larger dose this time, making sure it worked.
Once she had settled down, Vaughn picked her up and set her back on the portable stretcher and watched as the doctor's restrained her again, this time doubling them to make sure she couldn't get up.
All eyes turned to Kendall, waiting for his judgement. "Have her institutionalized," Kendall muttered.
"But sir!" Vaughn exclaimed.
"She's obviously emotionally unstable," he told them, "We can't take the chance that she'll have another breakdown. Someone could get hurt, she could hurt herself."
"Yes sir!" Vaughn replied. He watched as the doctors wheeled her out on the way to an institution.
"Amanda Leigh Sark," she screamed, "That's what he named her!"
Jack came up behind Vaughn and layed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't listen to what she said, she's obviously out of her mind."
"Yeah," Vaughn agreed, but he was beginning to think she might not be crazy after all.
TBC...
So??? Like it??? Hate it??? Let me know.
~nicole~
A/N: Here's the next chapter
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I love you all, you're so nice to me!!!
Enjoy and please review!!!
Screech: You're so sweet for reviewing thanks :^)
twin*muse: I wanted to do something different than everyone else, I have other post-The Telling fics, I wanted this one to be different
JoAnn13: thanks :)
Chelsea: Hey Chelsea!! I'm glad you reviewed over here too, you're also sweet and thanks for saying this is awesome although you've told me many times!!!!
Chapter 2
The gun held firmly against his temple, Sydney's hand unwavering. Kendall didn't believe she would pull the trigger, but Vaughn knew different.
Sydney was hysterical, she wasn't herself, and she didn't know what she was doing. Not to mention the fact that she had just found out her baby had been taken from her.
"You won't pull the trigger," Kendall spat at her. Jack and Vaughn were standing off to the side watching through wide eyes as were the doctor's.
"Watch me," she muttered and clicked the safety off.
Vaughn watched as Kendall gave the doctors a look, he wanted them to inject her with something that would calm her down.
He also watched as the doctor's prepared the needle and shoved it into Sydney's neck.
When it was in, Sydney swung her gun around and pointed it at the doctor's. "What was that supposed to do?" she asked through clenched teeth, "Well it doesn't matter: it seems like whatever it was isn't working."
Then the gun was back on Kendall's temple.
The doctor's stuck another dose into Sydney's neck, it still didn't help. And another...and another...and another.
In the end, it took 8 doses more to make Sydney calm down than a normal person.
After laying there for a couple minutes, in a serene silence with Vaughn gripping her hand, she passed out into the unconciousness she feared the most.
~Sydney's unconciousness~
After her fight with A.G. Doren, she felt the exhaustion kick in.
Next thing she knew she awoke in a cold warehouse. She heard a baby crying in the background.
She looked down at herself strapped to a bed, a bloody mess. And then it hit her.
She saw Sark walking around the warehouse, bouncing a little baby, her little baby.
There was a calendar next to her, according to it, the date was December 16, 2003. She thought back now, assuming the baby was healthy and it looked healthy, 9 months before that would be April 16, 2003.
Which could only mean one thing: the father was Vaughn, this was her and Vaughn's baby.
The tears started falling, they could have been a family, they finally could have been a family.
"Vaughn!" she screamed, "Come save me! Come save our baby!"
Then Sark stalked over and smacked her across the face, "Shut up! I finally got her to sleep."
"Her?" she asked, "It's a girl? Vaughn and I have a baby girl."
But Sark only ignored her and began to talk to the baby, "You need a name now don't you?" he asked, "Hmm...how about Amanda? Amanda Leigh Sark."
"Amanda Leigh," Sydney murmured, "Vaughn."
"She'll never have that last name Sydney," Sark spat, "And neither will you."
He snapped his fingers and a little Spanish woman came in, "Paloma, take her to the house," he told her, "And get her birth certificate under the name Amanda Leigh Sark."
"And what about the mother sir?" Paloma asked, "Doesn't her name need to be put on it?"
"Just put the name Sydney Ann Bristoe as the mother and my name for the father," he replied, "But be sure to tell them the mother died during birth."
Paloma nodded and took Amanda away. "I'm not dead," Sydney exclaimed, "And Vaughn's the father."
"Not anymore," Sark said. He was coming at her with a gun.
"What do you want with my baby?" she asked, tears choking her up.
"None of your business," he replied, "And she's not your anymore, she'll never know her real mother or father."
"Why are you doing this?" Sydney questioned.
He didn't answer her and she watched as the gun came smashing into her head.
~End~
Sydney awoke back in Medical Services with tears running down her cheeks. She tried to sit up, but was held in place by restraints.
"My baby!" she screamed, "He has Amanda! He took my baby!"
When she saw Vaughn approaching her, she said, "He has our baby!"
Vaughn's eyes bulged out of his head and he just stood there, lost in his own thoughts.
He didn't see Sydney struggling against her restraints, he didn't see her break all of them, and he didn't see her grab his gun from it's holster.
When he finally snapped out of it and blinked his eyes, he took in the whole situation.
Sydney stood with the gun to her head, "I let him take our baby, I'm a terrible mother," she mumbled, "I don't deserve to live."
Vaughn panicked and tackled Sydney to the floor before she could pull the trigger and stayed on top of her writhing form.
The doctors hurried and injected her with a larger dose this time, making sure it worked.
Once she had settled down, Vaughn picked her up and set her back on the portable stretcher and watched as the doctor's restrained her again, this time doubling them to make sure she couldn't get up.
All eyes turned to Kendall, waiting for his judgement. "Have her institutionalized," Kendall muttered.
"But sir!" Vaughn exclaimed.
"She's obviously emotionally unstable," he told them, "We can't take the chance that she'll have another breakdown. Someone could get hurt, she could hurt herself."
"Yes sir!" Vaughn replied. He watched as the doctors wheeled her out on the way to an institution.
"Amanda Leigh Sark," she screamed, "That's what he named her!"
Jack came up behind Vaughn and layed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't listen to what she said, she's obviously out of her mind."
"Yeah," Vaughn agreed, but he was beginning to think she might not be crazy after all.
TBC...
So??? Like it??? Hate it??? Let me know.
~nicole~
