Sydney ran to the door and desperately jiggled the handle. It wouldn't
budge, so she tried the window. Spinning around wildly to search for
anything that she could use to break it, she was faced with nothing but
white walls. Taking in a deep breath, Sydney used every ounce of energy she
had to kick in the window. With a large crash, she watched the shards of
glass fall to the floor, and she climbed inside.
"Vaughn!" Sydney yelled out as she saw him. She was aware that the guards might hear her, but she didn't care. He lay strapped to a chair, unconscious. There were already burn marks and bruises all over his body. With a sick feeling in her stomach, she was reminded of when she rescued him in France.
"Vaughn, Vaughn, you have to wake up," she said quietly. He moaned a bit, but his eyes remained closed. "Vaughn, please," she pleaded with him. She slapped him, harder than she meant to, but it didn't matter. His eyes remained shut, and Sydney sighed in frustration as she glanced around for anything to help her in her attempt to wake him. The room was empty except for her and Vaughn.
Hesitantly, Sydney decided to use her last resort to wake him up. She bent her head down and her lips met his. Her hand found a place in his hair, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. After a few seconds, he started to respond, and his lips opened up slightly. Sydney smiled in his mouth and pulled back.
"Good morning," she whispered, unable to contain her smile, despite the grimness of the situation. He grinned back at her, and groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He was strapped to the chair, and the marks on his body looked even angrier than they had when she had first seen them]. Quickly, Sydney undid the leather straps that bound him. Much more aware now of the risk of getting caught, she frequently shot glances toward the door.
Sydney was pulling on the last strap when she heard footsteps coming close. In her anxiousness, she fumbled and had to start again. She noticed that Vaughn, who had been watching the door for her, went pale. She whirled around and gasped.
"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn," Kendall said. He was standing in the doorframe, dressed in a black suit. The smirk on his lips lit up his face, making his features look more evil than Sydney had remembered.
"Kendall," she replied as strongly as she could.
The grin on his face faltered, but only for a moment. He reached into his jacket pocket and revealed a small pistol. She jumped, still unnerved by his presence, as he pulled the trigger. A bullet sailed past her, and she immediately turned her attention to her Vaughn.
"Oh God, Vaughn," she said, her stomach turning. Blood was pouring from the wound, leaving crimson stains on his chest. Sydney's hand shook as she placed it on his neck, feeling for a pulse. She breathed a small sigh of relief. It was faint, but it was there. She kept her hand there for fear that the worst would happen, blinking back tears as she worked to keep Vaughn alive. Sydney refused to cry in front of Kendall. She had lost so much already because of Kendall, she refused to lose Vaughn to him, too.
Then her worst fears were confirmed. "Vaughn!" she cried out, feeling around frantically for a pulse. She felt nothing at his neck, and her hands flew down to his wrist. It was still.
It's not fair, she thought, not even caring that she was showing her weakness as the tears finally spilled down her face. She didn't even care anymore if Kendall saw her. Sydney sobbed almost uncontrollably and she laid her head down on Vaughn's chest. The last thing she had left, the only thing she had worth living for, was being taken away from her.
She heard Kendall laugh.
She felt sick to her stomach before the rush of anger almost blinded her. She took in a slow, deep breath to calm herself, stop herself from doing something stupid, but the anger couldn't be dulled. She wondered if she had ever felt so full of rage in her life.
She began to turn around, but felt the cool metal of a pistol on the back of her neck. She felt disgusted with herself for knowing that it was a M19- 11. For being trained for nothing else, for having nothing left in her life but gun models and missions.
Those were her last thoughts.
Vaughn-centric: Don't run outta air, there, Holly. ;=) And yes, fanfiction.net it stupid.
AnnaSun: Aw, thanks! Sorry it took so long to update!
WannabeSyd47: How was vacation? I like her hair, too, but I think it's better long (IMHO). And don't worry, you're not impatient. I'm slow.
Jennifer: Thanks! Keep reading and reviewing! :=)
Sydney: Four rights and seven lefts later? I'm confused. And you're the second person to review this chapter to include that in the review. Which makes me more confused. Did I miss something? Ah, good old wishful thinking. If only. Maybe I'll write a fic about your thoughts just for you :=)
Okay, so please don't kill me everyone! I am SO sorry for killing the Vaughnster, but don't worry, I love him too much to not bring him back (or do I?). Hehehe. If I get 10 reviews on the next chapter, he won't stay dead. Ah, bribery. :=D I love you guys, keep on reading and letting me know what you think!
"Vaughn!" Sydney yelled out as she saw him. She was aware that the guards might hear her, but she didn't care. He lay strapped to a chair, unconscious. There were already burn marks and bruises all over his body. With a sick feeling in her stomach, she was reminded of when she rescued him in France.
"Vaughn, Vaughn, you have to wake up," she said quietly. He moaned a bit, but his eyes remained closed. "Vaughn, please," she pleaded with him. She slapped him, harder than she meant to, but it didn't matter. His eyes remained shut, and Sydney sighed in frustration as she glanced around for anything to help her in her attempt to wake him. The room was empty except for her and Vaughn.
Hesitantly, Sydney decided to use her last resort to wake him up. She bent her head down and her lips met his. Her hand found a place in his hair, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. After a few seconds, he started to respond, and his lips opened up slightly. Sydney smiled in his mouth and pulled back.
"Good morning," she whispered, unable to contain her smile, despite the grimness of the situation. He grinned back at her, and groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He was strapped to the chair, and the marks on his body looked even angrier than they had when she had first seen them]. Quickly, Sydney undid the leather straps that bound him. Much more aware now of the risk of getting caught, she frequently shot glances toward the door.
Sydney was pulling on the last strap when she heard footsteps coming close. In her anxiousness, she fumbled and had to start again. She noticed that Vaughn, who had been watching the door for her, went pale. She whirled around and gasped.
"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn," Kendall said. He was standing in the doorframe, dressed in a black suit. The smirk on his lips lit up his face, making his features look more evil than Sydney had remembered.
"Kendall," she replied as strongly as she could.
The grin on his face faltered, but only for a moment. He reached into his jacket pocket and revealed a small pistol. She jumped, still unnerved by his presence, as he pulled the trigger. A bullet sailed past her, and she immediately turned her attention to her Vaughn.
"Oh God, Vaughn," she said, her stomach turning. Blood was pouring from the wound, leaving crimson stains on his chest. Sydney's hand shook as she placed it on his neck, feeling for a pulse. She breathed a small sigh of relief. It was faint, but it was there. She kept her hand there for fear that the worst would happen, blinking back tears as she worked to keep Vaughn alive. Sydney refused to cry in front of Kendall. She had lost so much already because of Kendall, she refused to lose Vaughn to him, too.
Then her worst fears were confirmed. "Vaughn!" she cried out, feeling around frantically for a pulse. She felt nothing at his neck, and her hands flew down to his wrist. It was still.
It's not fair, she thought, not even caring that she was showing her weakness as the tears finally spilled down her face. She didn't even care anymore if Kendall saw her. Sydney sobbed almost uncontrollably and she laid her head down on Vaughn's chest. The last thing she had left, the only thing she had worth living for, was being taken away from her.
She heard Kendall laugh.
She felt sick to her stomach before the rush of anger almost blinded her. She took in a slow, deep breath to calm herself, stop herself from doing something stupid, but the anger couldn't be dulled. She wondered if she had ever felt so full of rage in her life.
She began to turn around, but felt the cool metal of a pistol on the back of her neck. She felt disgusted with herself for knowing that it was a M19- 11. For being trained for nothing else, for having nothing left in her life but gun models and missions.
Those were her last thoughts.
Vaughn-centric: Don't run outta air, there, Holly. ;=) And yes, fanfiction.net it stupid.
AnnaSun: Aw, thanks! Sorry it took so long to update!
WannabeSyd47: How was vacation? I like her hair, too, but I think it's better long (IMHO). And don't worry, you're not impatient. I'm slow.
Jennifer: Thanks! Keep reading and reviewing! :=)
Sydney: Four rights and seven lefts later? I'm confused. And you're the second person to review this chapter to include that in the review. Which makes me more confused. Did I miss something? Ah, good old wishful thinking. If only. Maybe I'll write a fic about your thoughts just for you :=)
Okay, so please don't kill me everyone! I am SO sorry for killing the Vaughnster, but don't worry, I love him too much to not bring him back (or do I?). Hehehe. If I get 10 reviews on the next chapter, he won't stay dead. Ah, bribery. :=D I love you guys, keep on reading and letting me know what you think!