Title: Erased

Author: Anna Sun

Summery: Sydney forgets after she is involved in an accident and getting her memory back is important if she is to complete her mission……

Rating: PG-13

Her leg struck out followed by a swoop of her hand. The man crashed down the flight of stairs, landing at the bottom, motionless. Another man moved in, this time a guard. He was held off by a blow to the head. Sydney scarpered to the locked door, kicked it open and escaped with a painting tucked under her arm. She though she had made it. She thought her mission was over but someone was on hot pursuit. She could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. She carried on running until she heard the footsteps no-more. She was now near a main road. She stopped to get her breath back, when she heard the sound of a gun firing. She scanned around for anyone but had no luck. Suddenly someone appeared behind her. Hoping it was Vaughn she turned round.

"Hello, Sydney" growled an evil man dressed in a green suit. He held a gun.

"How do you know my name and what do you want?" Sydney asked puzzled.

"I know a lot more than you think. Now give me the painting!" he demanded.

Sydney stepped backwards. Where was Vaughn when you needed him most? thought Sydney.

"Give it to me!" The man ordered, threatening her with the gun.

He moved forward grasping Sydney's arm, trying to prise the painting out of her hand.

"Stop it! Get off!" she cried frantically. She tried to radio Vaughn but the man began pushing her near to the road. What was he going to do?

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The oncoming traffic was moving thick and fast and Sydney could feel the man pushing, forcing her into the road.

"What are you doing? Get your hands off of me! Leave me alone!" She screamed.

The man refused to let her go.

"Who are you?!" questioned Sydney.

"Your worst nightmare!" he held her wrist tighter as she struggled to get free. Without warning he suddenly set off the gun and a lorry driver swerved, smashing it into Sydney who had been tossed into the oncoming traffic. The man had caught the painting out of Sydney's grasp and fled with no turning back.

"Syd, Sydney do you read me….Syd….where are you?" sounded a concerned Vaughn over the radio. Sydney's radio was stuck in a low bush and Sydney was sprawled across the road with an overturned fruit lorry and a feint looking driver. There was fruit splashed across the road and a woman in her car phoning the police.

"Syd…Sydney….do you copy? Its Vaughn. Come on radio me."

He had no idea of the danger Sydney had got into. He had retreated back to the safe house to wait her arrival, which never happened.

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Sydney awoke her eyes flickering open. She groaned as a ray of sunlight streamed through the window hit her eyes. She flinched as a pain shot up her left arm.

"Syd, Sydney can you hear me? Its Vaughn. You're in hospital". The sound of his voice sounded distant and Sydney strained to hear.

"Wait here Syd" said Vaughn as he left the room to find a doctor.

"Doctor?" called Vaughn at the end of the corridor. "She's awake"

The female Doctor turned and followed Vaughn back to the room.

Sydney lay in her bed covered in white sheets. She kept disappearing in and out of consciousness.

"Sydney, can you hear me? Its Doctor Raybird. Do you know where you are?"

Sydney groaned slowly opening her eyes again.

"Hurts….." was all Sydney could make out. She tried pointing to her head and arm but pulled back in pain. Then fell back into unconsciousness.

"Is she going to be alright?" asked an anxious Vaughn.

"I think she should make a full recovery but it will take time. However she seems very disorientated. I suspect that is due to the run in with that lorry. She will need to be monitored regularly for any change. I'll give her some painkillers. Please feel free to stay with her. I am sure she would like the company."

"Thank you Doctor. By the way I haven't been told how this happened. You said she got hit by a lorry."

"Yes that's right. The police found her in the road with an upturned lorry and a man in it. He is talking to the police, lucky his injuries are only minor ."

"Thank you" replied Vaughn as he headed back to room number 32 where Sydney was.

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It was meant to be a routine mission. Get in the building, collect the painting and escape but someone must have got in the way for Syd to end up like she did. Vaughn sighed. Why did it have to happed to Sydney? he thought. Soon he would call her Father, Jack and tell him the news. He had a right to know.

"Hey, Sydney. How you feeling?" questioned Vaughn back in her room.

Her sight was more focussed so she could make out the figure before her.

She muttered "Who are you?"

"Syd, Its me Vaughn. Remember Vaughn, Michael Vaughn your handler?"

Sydney frowned and shook her head.

"I don't know a Vaughn…..I don't know. I don't know!" Sydney began to cry. Vaughn comforted her through a hug trying not to squeeze her wounded areas. She pushed off.

"Look don't cry, Syd. Everything going to be OK. I'll stay with you."

"I don't know who you are!" she shouted "Leave me alone!"

She paused, calming down her anger as she looked at him tears fell down her cheeks.

"I don't….I don't remember." Sydney stopped and looked at Vaughn her mind had gone blank. She couldn't remember him at all. "Look, I don't, I don't remember who I am."

Vaughn stood facing her his face racing through various expressions. He didn't know how to feel right now. He suddenly felt worried. The collision with the lorry must have been bad. With the nasty blow to Sydney's head it must have knocked her memory giving her amnesia. What if she never got her memory back? What If she couldn't remember who she was or who any one else was? Vaughn could only hope.

This is my first attempt of writing an Alias fanfic that will have chapters. As school work is my first priority I won't be updating this story as often but I hope you will still enjoy reading it.