Sydney was falling into unconsciousness in the dark gloomy cell. As she disappeared into the land of the dark she heard a noise that startled her awake again. Someone was outside. There was a thump a scream and then a dead body fell in front of her cell. She looked on frowned as to who had killed the guard. As she looked up she saw a face she recognised and watched thankful as he unlocked the cell door. It was her night in shining armour.
"Vaughn!" she tried to say but it sounded less than a cry.
Vaughn rushed to Sydney's side.
"Oh god, Sydney what have they done to you!?"
He noticed she was shivering with cold so he took of his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, pulling her towards himself to keep in the heat.
"I should never have left you. I'm so sorry" admitted Vaughn.
He looked Sydney over noticing the wound that had re-opened on her forehead. The blood was oozing out and dripping down her face. He hugged Sydney tight.
All around them gun were to be heard. The team had arrived with Jack in tow and were taking down the men one by one. Sydney suddenly groaned in pain and her eyes closed. Vaughn shook her.
"Stay awake. Do you know where the painting is?" he asked.
"I….I….I think its inside a door named private." she muttered.
"That's good. Thanks"
Suddenly Sydney's body went limp and she passed out. Vaughn laid her carefully down, making sure the jacket covered most of her body.
He spoke into his headset.
"Jack this is Bluebird I have found Sydney"
"Good Work. How is she?" asked Jack from his dark tinted car.
"Not good. I need a medical team down here immediately" he said
"Where is your location" Jack asked
"A cell block. The main door is marked 'Staff only'"
"Copy that. I will send a medical team as soon as I can. Bluebird we are winning the fight!" Jack shouted.
"Thanks. I am going to find the painting. Over and out."
He took one more look at Sydney before leaving the cell block. Vaughn hoped the medical team were there to save her soon. He feared the worse amongst the hope he had left of saving the one he loved.
+++++++++
Vaughn snuck out of the door and creped slowly along the side of the wall. He could hear in the other part of the warehouse the guns being fired and the screams being sounded. He was glad his side was winning. Mr Kensington deserved to be locked up or dead especially after he tortured Sydney. As he rounded the corner he noticed two guards standing by a door. Suddenly they saw him. Vaughn had no weapons and tried to scan the floor for any items he could use. They began firing. Bullets from the guns were flying everywhere and Vaughn leaped about missing them just barely. Suddenly he noticed a piece of metal pipe laying just in his reach. He grabbed it and using it managed to knock one of the guards unconscious leaving the other guard standing alone. Vaughn seized the opportunity to grab the guard's gun and fired at the other standing guard, killing him. Vaughn dusted himself down and headed to the door. He found that it was locked and used the metal pipe again to bash the lock of the door. This metal pipe was useful he thought. Making his way inside he began to scan the area for the painting.
+++++++++
Sydney was still lying on the floor, the jacket still laid over herself. She heard a noise and opened her eyes slightly. She caught the site of two medical officers.
"Jack do you read" spoke one of them into his headpiece.
"copy that"
"We have found your daughter. I'm afraid she looks in a bad shape. We'll do everything we can"
"Thank you" Jack replied, his face marked with worry.
Medical equipment was laid out upon the floor and the other medical officer, a female began to check Sydney over. After about 10 minutes they came to a conclusion that she had hypothermia and concussion. There were probably other wounds yet to be uncovered which they had agreed to look further into at the hospital. For now they tried to make her as comfortable until the ambulance arrived.
++++++++
Vaughn was inside the room looking for the painting. He spotted it. There was a safe with a lock on it and a problem too he had no key. He cursed under his breathe and suddenly heard footsteps. Coming, closer and closer. He turned round to be faced by a tall female guard.
"Missing something, hey?" she asked in a cruel tone.
Vaughn glared at her. He scanned her body for any sign of a gun. He found none. She was she without weapons. He remembered he was still holding the meal pipe. It was like a old western film where two cowboys stood face to face. Vaughn suddenly saw a crane with a big metal hook hanging from it. Maybe he could use that he thought. The woman glared.
"So, devising a plan are we? I don't think that pipe will do any good on me. One strike and I'll get you. Have you ever done martial arts?" I can twist your neck in any direction I please!" she said.
Vaughn didn't answer. He knew the room was a stock cupboard and it so happened that the woman was under a crane with a big heavy hook hanging from it. He suddenly moved pulling a leaver behind him and sending it crashing onto the woman's head.
"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, falling to a blanket of blood.
Vaughn grabbed the keys.
"Thanks, girl!" he said smiling before unlocking the door and retrieving the real painting.
He had got the paining back but now it was Sydney he was worried about. He took the painting back to Jack's car and then went back to the building to see where Sydney was.
+++++++++
The two medical officers were still by Sydney's side as the blaring of headlights, and siren of the ambulance was to be seen and heard. Vaughn ran into the room, stopping to get his breathe back before looking at Sydney. She lay in the recovery position with a insulating blanket over her and a heated IV in her arm. She looked like she had been in the washing machine going round and round or been through a lawn mower a couple of times. He cringed at the thought. Vaughn bent down, stroking her cheek.
"If you can hear me. Its going to be okay, Syd. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere"
He looked to the two medics.
"How is she?" he asked, worried.
The woman spoke "From what we can tell she has hypothermia and concussion. A cut to the head and possibly unseen injuries. Well have a better picture when she's in the hospital. May I ask who you are?"
"I am Vaughn, Michael Vaughn. I'm her girlfriend"
"I see. Well Michael the ambulance has arrived so if you want to come with us to the hospital you may"
"I would like that. I will need to contact her Father Jack. She'll want to see him when she waked up.
"No problem" the woman said.
Sydney was placed on a gurney and rushed off to hospital in the red and white ambulance
+++++++++
It was late that day that Sydney woke up. She looked around the room confused but was relived when she saw Vaughn and he Dad's faces looking down at her, smiling.
"Did you get the painting?" she asked quietly.
"Yes thanks to Vaughn we managed to retrieve it" replied her Dad, thankfully.
Sydney smiled slightly.
"So how do I look? Have the doctors told you of my injuries?"
"Yes. The doctor you had last time, Doctor Raybird informs me that you have hypothermia which is going due to the heated IV, concussion, a wound to the head and a few bruises here and there. She said that the cast on your arm can come off in the next week or two. I am so glad that you didn't die. You're the only daughter I have and I wouldn't want to loose you for the word. I love you"
"I love you too, Daddy. Always" She smiled showing off her dimples.
Sydney and Jack shared a moment of happiness staring into each other's eyes smiling happily.
"So I want to know. What's happened to Mr Kensington?" she asked Sydney finally, braking the silence.
"He's been integrated by the C.I.A and will be sentenced to a life behind bars" replied Vaughn smiling.
"That's good to here" said Sydney "I don't think I want to be in his bath ever again!"
+++++++++
It was a couple of weeks until Sydney was almost back to normal. She was back home with Francie, having girly chats, watching films and laughing. It was great to see Will also and to be back at work and see her colleges. She remembered every single one of them and her nightmares seemed to have subsided.
One bright afternoon Vaughn dropped by Sydney's house. He rang the door bell and out came Sydney dressed in a blue top and grey sweat pants.
"Vaughn. What brings you here?" she asked.
"Your beautiful face, your smile and well everything. Sydney you're one in a million. Absolutely amazing"
Sydney eyes filled with tears.
"What brought this on?" she questioned.
"Every since you walked in to the headquarters wearing the red wig I have had feelings for you. When we went on the mission I realised how much I cared for you, hoping you wouldn't die. Sydney, I love you"
"Oh Vaughn. I love you to. More that anything in the world"
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the lips.
"Vaughn?" she asked
"umm"
"When Sd-6 is gone, when there are no enemies to look out for. Do you think you would marry me?"
His eyes filled with tears also.
"Of course I would. You are the angel that brightens up my day"
Sydney and Vaughn smiled at each other and fell once more into a passionate kiss. A life that was erased was downloaded and saved.
Hi Guys. That was the last chapter! I have loved reading every one of your reviews. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope to see you reading and reviewing my new work soon. I really enjoyed writing this fanfic. It was a lot of Fun! Thanks to all my reviews and Special thanks for Kiki for being such a patient reader and Loopylou for all the encouraging reviews. I hope you enjoyed this guys!
