A/N: Due to popular demand, I've added another chapter and decided to make
it into a story. It was originally only going to be one chapter but I
didn't like the part where Vaughn died and I managed to save it from that.
Then I added chapter two to establish Vaughn was not dead, but people
wanted me to write the other chapter that I was offering.
This is the result. I want to resolve the Vaughn voicemail issue and added a sub-plot or main-plot, whichever you are taking as your main-plot. It isn't planned at all so there may be infrequent updates where I don't know where to take it next so if you have any suggestions please e-mail me!
~*~*~*Chapter 3*~*~*~
Sydney walked down the corridor, donning yet another SD-6 creation. A silver PVC catsuit and a cropped black wig with silver highlights through it. The corridor seemed to be never ending and it became obvious to Sydney that she was lost.
"Dixon?" she said through her earpiece, "Dixon, can you hear me?" she asked more urgently when she got no answer. There was nothing. 'Not good,' Sydney thought as she looked behind her. For the last twenty minutes she had noticed that there were no guards in pursuit, no cameras anywhere and no way out.
Finally she came to a door. A door that said 'KEEP OUT' on it. 'This is a little more normal' she thought to herself. Anything with KEEP OUT written on it is most probably where they were supposed to find the document, vial, weapon or files that they were to obtain. Wait a minute! Were they supposed to obtain anything? Sydney frowned. She couldn't remember anything.
She tried opening the door, which opened too easily. 'Shouldn't a door that says KEEP OUT on it be locked?' she asked herself. She shrugged and looked inside.
Empty.
Dark.
Nauseating.
These were some of the few words that came to mind when Sydney looked at the room. She hesitated but relented and carefully walked in. When the door slammed shut behind her, she knew she was in deep trouble. Her heart thumped as she realised to her horror, it was sealed shut. The darkness became a bright white lights and Sydney found herself squinting after the bright flash.
"You killed me Sydney," a voice said. Sydney looked around the room. There was no one else in the room.
"Who said that?" she asked.
"You and your secret. That's what killed me," the voice echoed, getting eerier and eerier. She gulped, looking for the origin of the voice. Sydney didn't know who, or what, it was but she didn't want to stay and find out. She looked for the door, determined to try and break through it, but it seemed to have disappeared.
"It's all you fault Sydney," the voice continued, seeming closer to her, "You killed us. Me, Danny, the guys in Badenweiler, Noah, and now…"
Sydney backed into a wall and her hand hit a wet substance, she looked at her and came away from it. Her eyes widened as she saw blood seeping through the walls, staining the once white walls into a deep red colour.
"I'm going to kill you," the voice whispered in her ear, she turned around. Even though his face was disfigured and covered in blood, she recognised him.
"Will," she gasped in disbelief. He didn't say anything but raised a bloody knife directly above her. She looked at its blade as some of the blood dripped down on her.
"Say bye bye," Will's said as he pushed the knife into her.
*
Sydney woke up screaming. She looked around her. Bed. House. Safe. Alive. Her hair was matted in sweat and her duvet was falling off the bed due to her frequent tossing and turning. She panted heavily after the effects of a dream. A dream. That's all it was. She glanced at her alarm clock; 10:30 in the morning. She was late, but that didn't matter, she was alive and well - and hopefully, so was Will.
She got up and stretched with a smile on her face. She left her bedroom to find a deserted house. 'Francie must be at school already,' she thought. Francie had an early class every Thursday. Sydney poured out some orange juice, expecting Will to arrive any minute. She picked up her mail, some were bills and some were envelopes with no address, just their names. 'Funny' Sydney thought as she ripped one open. It had a card with 'Deepest Sympathies' written on it. She frowned as she read it.
"'Dear Sydney and Francie, we are sorry to hear about your loss…'" she read aloud. Panic hit her. It wasn't just a dream. Will was dead. It was only then when she noticed the many flowers and cards arranged. She gulped and re-read the card, just as Francie walked in.
"Hey, sweetie. You're up," Francie said putting down the groceries. Sydney looked at her, tears welling up.
"Will's dead," Sydney told her. Sydney remembered the meeting with Vaughn where she told him she was going to tell Francie. Had she told her?
"Yeah, honey, I know," Francie said solemnly holding Sydney's hand. Sydney looked at her. She couldn't remember telling her. The hours after Will's death had been a blur and all she could remember was her meeting with Vaughn.
"How did you know?" Sydney asked.
"You told me, remember? A few hours after his accident. You came home all wet and upset," Francie looked at her friend. "Yesterday morning," Francie said. Sydney looked at her puzzled. Francie caught her stare.
"Syd, you've been asleep for so long. After you told me, we were up until ten thirty in the morning crying. Then you went to sleep yesterday and never woke up until now. You must have been tired," Francie said quietly, trying to push back her own tears.
"He really is dead?" She asked. Francie nodded.
"You okay?" she asked. Sydney looked at Francie. Her day didn't seem so bright anymore. "I need to get to work," Sydney said quietly, she needed to keep her mind off things. Francie stopped her.
"You boss gave you two weeks off, remember? Your Dad told him and Slone called telling you not to come in for the next two weeks. Which isn't much by the way," Francie added. Sydney nodded, pretending to remember.
"I…need to…I need some air," Sydney said disappearing into her room. Francie chased after her.
"We got a lot of flowers, one was for you," Sydney looked at the bunch Francie had put in her room on the bedside. She hadn't noticed it before. Sydney read the note, 'To Sydney, sorry for your loss. I'm always here, MV,'.
"Looks like you have a secret admirer," Francie smiled as she left. Sydney shook her head.
Vaughn.
He called to see if she was okay.
She picked up her cell phone and dialled his office number. After two rings she heard his voice. "Vaughn"
"Meet me at the warehouse. Fifteen minutes,"
"Sydney, are you okay. I sent…" Vaughn said.
"I know, thank you," she said as she prepared to go into the bathroom.
Vaughn didn't say anything, but Sydney knew he was smiling on the other end.
"I'll see you there," he said as he hung up. Sydney hung up and quickly bounded into the bathroom.
~*~*~*Warehouse*~*~*~
Vaughn was already in the warehouse when she arrived - like usual, but Sydney was glad she didn't have to wait. She needed to get this freakish dream off her chest.
"Hey," Vaughn gave her a smile as she came in. She smiled slightly back. "Are you okay?" he asked. Sydney shrugged.
"I guess. It's just a daze really…" Vaughn sat on a crate and Sydney sat on the opposite one, "I can't even remember telling Francie about it. She told me we were up for, like, four hours just crying and then I went to sleep. I don't remember that. I woke up this morning and…I had been asleep for a whole day!" She said. Vaughn didn't say anything, only listened.
"I didn't realise how tired I was. I bet I would have slept forever if it wasn't for that dream," Vaughn looked up.
"Dream?" he asked. Sydney nodded and shuffled uncomfortably.
"I had such a *horrible* dream. I was on a mission, but I had no objective. There were no guards, cameras or anything. I didn't have a partner it was just me in this never ending corridor. I finally find a door, which I open even though it says 'keep out' and…" Sydney sighed.
"Syd, if you don't want to tell me-"
"I do. That's why I came here," She said. Vaughn felt a little disappointed. He thought that she was here to finish what they had started yesterday, "You're the only one I can tell this to. The only one I can trust," Vaughn felt a little better and he smirked.
"The room was dark at first but then it was filled with this light. This voice, Will's voice, he kept on taunting me. He told me it was entirely my fault that he was dead. T-t-that I killed him, Danny and Noah. He knew about Badenweiler!" Sydney's eyes were brimming with tears, even though after all the crying that she apparently did, it didn't seem as if she had any left.
"The walls started…to pour out *blood* and…and…" Sydney looked up at Vaughn, who was listening intently to her. He held her hands to comfort her. "Then he killed me," she said quietly. Vaughn was speechless. "That's when I woke up,"
"It was only a dream," he told her. Sydney nodded.
"I know, but it felt so real, like I *was* responsible for all those deaths,"
"Sydney! Will died in an accident! So did the guys in Badenweiler," he reminded her. She looked up at him, like a child.
"What about Danny and Noah?" she asked, Vaughn looked down
"Noah was an assassin, you did the right thing, and Danny…that wasn't your fault," he said. She had heard it ten thousand times before, but it always made her feel a bit better. Sydney was afraid one day someone may change their mind.
"I know. But the stuff he said, I actually believe him,"
"What? You think Will knew about you being a double agent?" Vaughn asked. Sydney nodded.
"Yeah. That or SD-6. I mean Emily found out,"
"But she was around an SD-6 environment. Will wasn't,"
"What if somebody told him? What if he didn't drop the story with Danny?" Sydney said. Vaughn looked around, "It's possible, isn't it?"
"I guess you want to find out?" he said. She nodded.
"I need to know. I don't want another dream like that,"
"But that's all it was…a dream,"
"And all Page 47 was, was a blank page! The forensics are going to go through the stuff in his car. The office will clear out his stuff. Francie is going to clear out his apartment for his parents! What if information about SD-6 and me is there? It could get me killed, that's what he was saying in my dream,"
"Sydney, you are reading too much into this! Even if he is writing a story on SD-6, he may not know you are affiliated in this,"
"He's my friend. They're going to think I blabbed again," Sydney justified. Vaughn sighed, frowning.
"Ok. If it means that much to you, I'll help you. But I'm telling you that there is no need to panic," Sydney smiled at him and hugged him.
"Thank you. I'm going to the coroners to pick up his stuff. His parents' flight was delayed. I'll call you," she promised. Vaughn smiled.
"Okay," Sydney started to leave, "Syd?" she turned back. Vaughn could feel the cell phone in his pocket burning a hole in his jacket. "I'm sure it's nothing," he said. She smiled again and left.
TBC....
This is the result. I want to resolve the Vaughn voicemail issue and added a sub-plot or main-plot, whichever you are taking as your main-plot. It isn't planned at all so there may be infrequent updates where I don't know where to take it next so if you have any suggestions please e-mail me!
~*~*~*Chapter 3*~*~*~
Sydney walked down the corridor, donning yet another SD-6 creation. A silver PVC catsuit and a cropped black wig with silver highlights through it. The corridor seemed to be never ending and it became obvious to Sydney that she was lost.
"Dixon?" she said through her earpiece, "Dixon, can you hear me?" she asked more urgently when she got no answer. There was nothing. 'Not good,' Sydney thought as she looked behind her. For the last twenty minutes she had noticed that there were no guards in pursuit, no cameras anywhere and no way out.
Finally she came to a door. A door that said 'KEEP OUT' on it. 'This is a little more normal' she thought to herself. Anything with KEEP OUT written on it is most probably where they were supposed to find the document, vial, weapon or files that they were to obtain. Wait a minute! Were they supposed to obtain anything? Sydney frowned. She couldn't remember anything.
She tried opening the door, which opened too easily. 'Shouldn't a door that says KEEP OUT on it be locked?' she asked herself. She shrugged and looked inside.
Empty.
Dark.
Nauseating.
These were some of the few words that came to mind when Sydney looked at the room. She hesitated but relented and carefully walked in. When the door slammed shut behind her, she knew she was in deep trouble. Her heart thumped as she realised to her horror, it was sealed shut. The darkness became a bright white lights and Sydney found herself squinting after the bright flash.
"You killed me Sydney," a voice said. Sydney looked around the room. There was no one else in the room.
"Who said that?" she asked.
"You and your secret. That's what killed me," the voice echoed, getting eerier and eerier. She gulped, looking for the origin of the voice. Sydney didn't know who, or what, it was but she didn't want to stay and find out. She looked for the door, determined to try and break through it, but it seemed to have disappeared.
"It's all you fault Sydney," the voice continued, seeming closer to her, "You killed us. Me, Danny, the guys in Badenweiler, Noah, and now…"
Sydney backed into a wall and her hand hit a wet substance, she looked at her and came away from it. Her eyes widened as she saw blood seeping through the walls, staining the once white walls into a deep red colour.
"I'm going to kill you," the voice whispered in her ear, she turned around. Even though his face was disfigured and covered in blood, she recognised him.
"Will," she gasped in disbelief. He didn't say anything but raised a bloody knife directly above her. She looked at its blade as some of the blood dripped down on her.
"Say bye bye," Will's said as he pushed the knife into her.
*
Sydney woke up screaming. She looked around her. Bed. House. Safe. Alive. Her hair was matted in sweat and her duvet was falling off the bed due to her frequent tossing and turning. She panted heavily after the effects of a dream. A dream. That's all it was. She glanced at her alarm clock; 10:30 in the morning. She was late, but that didn't matter, she was alive and well - and hopefully, so was Will.
She got up and stretched with a smile on her face. She left her bedroom to find a deserted house. 'Francie must be at school already,' she thought. Francie had an early class every Thursday. Sydney poured out some orange juice, expecting Will to arrive any minute. She picked up her mail, some were bills and some were envelopes with no address, just their names. 'Funny' Sydney thought as she ripped one open. It had a card with 'Deepest Sympathies' written on it. She frowned as she read it.
"'Dear Sydney and Francie, we are sorry to hear about your loss…'" she read aloud. Panic hit her. It wasn't just a dream. Will was dead. It was only then when she noticed the many flowers and cards arranged. She gulped and re-read the card, just as Francie walked in.
"Hey, sweetie. You're up," Francie said putting down the groceries. Sydney looked at her, tears welling up.
"Will's dead," Sydney told her. Sydney remembered the meeting with Vaughn where she told him she was going to tell Francie. Had she told her?
"Yeah, honey, I know," Francie said solemnly holding Sydney's hand. Sydney looked at her. She couldn't remember telling her. The hours after Will's death had been a blur and all she could remember was her meeting with Vaughn.
"How did you know?" Sydney asked.
"You told me, remember? A few hours after his accident. You came home all wet and upset," Francie looked at her friend. "Yesterday morning," Francie said. Sydney looked at her puzzled. Francie caught her stare.
"Syd, you've been asleep for so long. After you told me, we were up until ten thirty in the morning crying. Then you went to sleep yesterday and never woke up until now. You must have been tired," Francie said quietly, trying to push back her own tears.
"He really is dead?" She asked. Francie nodded.
"You okay?" she asked. Sydney looked at Francie. Her day didn't seem so bright anymore. "I need to get to work," Sydney said quietly, she needed to keep her mind off things. Francie stopped her.
"You boss gave you two weeks off, remember? Your Dad told him and Slone called telling you not to come in for the next two weeks. Which isn't much by the way," Francie added. Sydney nodded, pretending to remember.
"I…need to…I need some air," Sydney said disappearing into her room. Francie chased after her.
"We got a lot of flowers, one was for you," Sydney looked at the bunch Francie had put in her room on the bedside. She hadn't noticed it before. Sydney read the note, 'To Sydney, sorry for your loss. I'm always here, MV,'.
"Looks like you have a secret admirer," Francie smiled as she left. Sydney shook her head.
Vaughn.
He called to see if she was okay.
She picked up her cell phone and dialled his office number. After two rings she heard his voice. "Vaughn"
"Meet me at the warehouse. Fifteen minutes,"
"Sydney, are you okay. I sent…" Vaughn said.
"I know, thank you," she said as she prepared to go into the bathroom.
Vaughn didn't say anything, but Sydney knew he was smiling on the other end.
"I'll see you there," he said as he hung up. Sydney hung up and quickly bounded into the bathroom.
~*~*~*Warehouse*~*~*~
Vaughn was already in the warehouse when she arrived - like usual, but Sydney was glad she didn't have to wait. She needed to get this freakish dream off her chest.
"Hey," Vaughn gave her a smile as she came in. She smiled slightly back. "Are you okay?" he asked. Sydney shrugged.
"I guess. It's just a daze really…" Vaughn sat on a crate and Sydney sat on the opposite one, "I can't even remember telling Francie about it. She told me we were up for, like, four hours just crying and then I went to sleep. I don't remember that. I woke up this morning and…I had been asleep for a whole day!" She said. Vaughn didn't say anything, only listened.
"I didn't realise how tired I was. I bet I would have slept forever if it wasn't for that dream," Vaughn looked up.
"Dream?" he asked. Sydney nodded and shuffled uncomfortably.
"I had such a *horrible* dream. I was on a mission, but I had no objective. There were no guards, cameras or anything. I didn't have a partner it was just me in this never ending corridor. I finally find a door, which I open even though it says 'keep out' and…" Sydney sighed.
"Syd, if you don't want to tell me-"
"I do. That's why I came here," She said. Vaughn felt a little disappointed. He thought that she was here to finish what they had started yesterday, "You're the only one I can tell this to. The only one I can trust," Vaughn felt a little better and he smirked.
"The room was dark at first but then it was filled with this light. This voice, Will's voice, he kept on taunting me. He told me it was entirely my fault that he was dead. T-t-that I killed him, Danny and Noah. He knew about Badenweiler!" Sydney's eyes were brimming with tears, even though after all the crying that she apparently did, it didn't seem as if she had any left.
"The walls started…to pour out *blood* and…and…" Sydney looked up at Vaughn, who was listening intently to her. He held her hands to comfort her. "Then he killed me," she said quietly. Vaughn was speechless. "That's when I woke up,"
"It was only a dream," he told her. Sydney nodded.
"I know, but it felt so real, like I *was* responsible for all those deaths,"
"Sydney! Will died in an accident! So did the guys in Badenweiler," he reminded her. She looked up at him, like a child.
"What about Danny and Noah?" she asked, Vaughn looked down
"Noah was an assassin, you did the right thing, and Danny…that wasn't your fault," he said. She had heard it ten thousand times before, but it always made her feel a bit better. Sydney was afraid one day someone may change their mind.
"I know. But the stuff he said, I actually believe him,"
"What? You think Will knew about you being a double agent?" Vaughn asked. Sydney nodded.
"Yeah. That or SD-6. I mean Emily found out,"
"But she was around an SD-6 environment. Will wasn't,"
"What if somebody told him? What if he didn't drop the story with Danny?" Sydney said. Vaughn looked around, "It's possible, isn't it?"
"I guess you want to find out?" he said. She nodded.
"I need to know. I don't want another dream like that,"
"But that's all it was…a dream,"
"And all Page 47 was, was a blank page! The forensics are going to go through the stuff in his car. The office will clear out his stuff. Francie is going to clear out his apartment for his parents! What if information about SD-6 and me is there? It could get me killed, that's what he was saying in my dream,"
"Sydney, you are reading too much into this! Even if he is writing a story on SD-6, he may not know you are affiliated in this,"
"He's my friend. They're going to think I blabbed again," Sydney justified. Vaughn sighed, frowning.
"Ok. If it means that much to you, I'll help you. But I'm telling you that there is no need to panic," Sydney smiled at him and hugged him.
"Thank you. I'm going to the coroners to pick up his stuff. His parents' flight was delayed. I'll call you," she promised. Vaughn smiled.
"Okay," Sydney started to leave, "Syd?" she turned back. Vaughn could feel the cell phone in his pocket burning a hole in his jacket. "I'm sure it's nothing," he said. She smiled again and left.
TBC....