Chapter 5 - Airplanes
My body slams through the surface of the mirror. I slide to the floor. She advances on me; I'm desperate now. I reach for the only thing I can, the gun. I shoot. I see her stumble backwards. Her face contorts into a mask of pain and surprise. I shoot again. She falls back. I shoot for the final time. She falls to the floor. I let out a deep sob.
"Sydney!" I jump awake. Everyone on the plane is looking at me. Vaughn starts to rub my back, "shhhh . . . it's okay," he whispers in my ear. I still haven't been able to sleep this past month. I know it wasn't Francie, but the pain is still there. It still feels like I killed Francie. Vaughn leans in and kisses my cheek. My body is still lightly shaking, I lean forward and cry into my hands. I have to get over this, I know how to detach from my emotions. I just can't yet. I was the same way after Danny died, and in truth I still haven't fully recovered, why else would I still want to hunt down Sloane.
The people on the plane have settled back into their seats, I hear the sounds of footsteps up the aisle, "Ma'am is there anything I can get you?"
"Sorry about this, she was just having a nightmare." The stewardess nods her head and starts to leave toward the back again.
"Wait, I could use a cold glass of water."
"Okay dear I'll bring that right back." She leaves and then comes back with the water, "Anything else?"
"No I'm fine now, thank you." I take a sip and stare straight forward. Vaughn's arm has now snaked around me and he pulls me into his chest.
"I think it's good that Jack called us back. I don't think you are ready to be back in the field yet. You still need to grieve." I turn away from Vaughn. He doesn't understand that this is how I grieve. This is how I heal, I can't just sit and mope when I know what I need to do to right the wrongs. I'm not in the mood to fight this out again, so I just sip my water. Vaughn pulls his arm back, he knows he crossed the line again. I stare out the window; there's LAX. I look over at Vaughn, his forehead is bunched up, he always does that when he's worried.
"Where almost there."
"Syd, you can't keep shutting me out, I'm just" I cut him off with a kiss. He starts to pull away to finish his sentence and then gives up. I've won for now.
My body slams through the surface of the mirror. I slide to the floor. She advances on me; I'm desperate now. I reach for the only thing I can, the gun. I shoot. I see her stumble backwards. Her face contorts into a mask of pain and surprise. I shoot again. She falls back. I shoot for the final time. She falls to the floor. I let out a deep sob.
"Sydney!" I jump awake. Everyone on the plane is looking at me. Vaughn starts to rub my back, "shhhh . . . it's okay," he whispers in my ear. I still haven't been able to sleep this past month. I know it wasn't Francie, but the pain is still there. It still feels like I killed Francie. Vaughn leans in and kisses my cheek. My body is still lightly shaking, I lean forward and cry into my hands. I have to get over this, I know how to detach from my emotions. I just can't yet. I was the same way after Danny died, and in truth I still haven't fully recovered, why else would I still want to hunt down Sloane.
The people on the plane have settled back into their seats, I hear the sounds of footsteps up the aisle, "Ma'am is there anything I can get you?"
"Sorry about this, she was just having a nightmare." The stewardess nods her head and starts to leave toward the back again.
"Wait, I could use a cold glass of water."
"Okay dear I'll bring that right back." She leaves and then comes back with the water, "Anything else?"
"No I'm fine now, thank you." I take a sip and stare straight forward. Vaughn's arm has now snaked around me and he pulls me into his chest.
"I think it's good that Jack called us back. I don't think you are ready to be back in the field yet. You still need to grieve." I turn away from Vaughn. He doesn't understand that this is how I grieve. This is how I heal, I can't just sit and mope when I know what I need to do to right the wrongs. I'm not in the mood to fight this out again, so I just sip my water. Vaughn pulls his arm back, he knows he crossed the line again. I stare out the window; there's LAX. I look over at Vaughn, his forehead is bunched up, he always does that when he's worried.
"Where almost there."
"Syd, you can't keep shutting me out, I'm just" I cut him off with a kiss. He starts to pull away to finish his sentence and then gives up. I've won for now.