Disclaimer: JJ owns all of the characters, I just own the plot.
Again I am sorry about the whole small chapters dilemma but I am a slow writer and have so many stupid plotlines, I don't know what to do next. Keep in mind that it is my first Alias fic so I am fairly inexperienced. The story will be PG or PG-13 in later chapters due to strong language and some suggestive things, like the little nit picks in children's movies that you can only catch if you're really paying attention.
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They sat alone in cold and dark, listening to the raging storm outside. The raggedy blanket given to them was definitely non substantial for a child, much less two grown adults. So they were curled up together in a corner, trying to stay warm, trying to stay alive. They had to keep thinking that someone would come, someone would find them, rescue them.
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"Weiss, Marshall, Jack, I need to see you in my office at 12."
"Okay." They all said in a mellow tone. Sydney and Vaughn had been lost for weeks and they were afraid that they would soon draw attention off the search.
Later in Dixon's office:
"As you all know Agent Sydney Bristow, and Agent Michael Vaughn both have been missing for 5 weeks. At 1300 hours last night we received intel on where they were located. In five hours a team will be sent out to El Salvador to rescue them from Sark's custody. Marshall I need you to download the lock schematics that I sent you and figure out a way to crack them. Weiss and Jack, you two will be on the observation front of this mission. It is your job to make sure that no one goes in, and nobody comes out. A helicopter will be waiting at the local airport to transport you two, Vaughn, and Sydney to a secure CIA hospital facility just of the coast. I want both of you to return here after the mission, you cannot stay with them at the hospital. Good luck gentlemen, we need our two agents to return home alive. Be careful."
After Marshall and Weiss left Dixon's office, Jack approached him.
"Excuse me Dixon, but I am wondering why you didn't put Lauren Reed on this mission."
"Jack, you know as well as I do, the last thing that Sydney wants to see after being tortured for 5 weeks is Vaughn's wife." With that Dixon exited his office and walked toward the team that would be going to El Salvador.
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The days seemed to get longer for Sydney and Vaughn. The torture became rougher. They started using hot metal and coals. Every few days, one of them would come back with a dislocated joint. They had gone without liquid now for two days and they were severely dehydrated.
"Vaughn, one of these days I think one of the CIA agents will come busting through that door, and they'll take us out of here." Sydney said in a slightly slurred speech.
"Do you by any chance have any water."
"No, I don't think I have had any in a few days. I wish I had some though." Just then the door opened and a six bottles of water were rolled into the cell.
"I wish I had a million dollars. Worth the try."
"Here." Vaughn said as he tossed one of the bottles to Sydney.
They drank the first two then saved another two underneath their blanket.
"Vaughn?"
"Yeah Syd?" "Could you do me a favour and rinse out that cut I have on my back, I'm pretty sure that it has started to get infected and its really sore since its going all the way down my back."
"Yeah sure, come here."
Sydney sat right in front of Vaughn, like she did when she dislocated her shoulder. Yet again she felt his cool fingers run up her back as he pulled the bottom of her shirt up to her neck. The cold water ran down the burning gash, cleansing out whatever dirt was in the cut. Vaughn placed a small kiss on her shoulder and lowered her shirt back down. Slowly Sydney turned around and was captured in Vaughn's deep green eyes. Almost as if they knew what each other was thinking, both of them brought their lips together in a kiss like the one they shared in North Korea, only this time, no one was there to pull them apart. When they were together, all time was lost. The world fell out beneath their feet, and all they were aware of were each other. Vaughn put his hands around the small of Sydney's back, and pulled her as close as he could without them being as one person. Sydney's hands were coming through Vaughn's hair that still surprisingly had some gel in it. They pulled away from the kiss and Vaughn placed a chaste kiss on Sydney's forehead and they fell asleep in each other's arms oblivious to the approach CIA agents that had just entered the border of the warehouse property.
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Hiya, there will be a lot more story after this so please review and tell me to keep writing or not!
Again I am sorry about the whole small chapters dilemma but I am a slow writer and have so many stupid plotlines, I don't know what to do next. Keep in mind that it is my first Alias fic so I am fairly inexperienced. The story will be PG or PG-13 in later chapters due to strong language and some suggestive things, like the little nit picks in children's movies that you can only catch if you're really paying attention.
***
They sat alone in cold and dark, listening to the raging storm outside. The raggedy blanket given to them was definitely non substantial for a child, much less two grown adults. So they were curled up together in a corner, trying to stay warm, trying to stay alive. They had to keep thinking that someone would come, someone would find them, rescue them.
***
"Weiss, Marshall, Jack, I need to see you in my office at 12."
"Okay." They all said in a mellow tone. Sydney and Vaughn had been lost for weeks and they were afraid that they would soon draw attention off the search.
Later in Dixon's office:
"As you all know Agent Sydney Bristow, and Agent Michael Vaughn both have been missing for 5 weeks. At 1300 hours last night we received intel on where they were located. In five hours a team will be sent out to El Salvador to rescue them from Sark's custody. Marshall I need you to download the lock schematics that I sent you and figure out a way to crack them. Weiss and Jack, you two will be on the observation front of this mission. It is your job to make sure that no one goes in, and nobody comes out. A helicopter will be waiting at the local airport to transport you two, Vaughn, and Sydney to a secure CIA hospital facility just of the coast. I want both of you to return here after the mission, you cannot stay with them at the hospital. Good luck gentlemen, we need our two agents to return home alive. Be careful."
After Marshall and Weiss left Dixon's office, Jack approached him.
"Excuse me Dixon, but I am wondering why you didn't put Lauren Reed on this mission."
"Jack, you know as well as I do, the last thing that Sydney wants to see after being tortured for 5 weeks is Vaughn's wife." With that Dixon exited his office and walked toward the team that would be going to El Salvador.
***
The days seemed to get longer for Sydney and Vaughn. The torture became rougher. They started using hot metal and coals. Every few days, one of them would come back with a dislocated joint. They had gone without liquid now for two days and they were severely dehydrated.
"Vaughn, one of these days I think one of the CIA agents will come busting through that door, and they'll take us out of here." Sydney said in a slightly slurred speech.
"Do you by any chance have any water."
"No, I don't think I have had any in a few days. I wish I had some though." Just then the door opened and a six bottles of water were rolled into the cell.
"I wish I had a million dollars. Worth the try."
"Here." Vaughn said as he tossed one of the bottles to Sydney.
They drank the first two then saved another two underneath their blanket.
"Vaughn?"
"Yeah Syd?" "Could you do me a favour and rinse out that cut I have on my back, I'm pretty sure that it has started to get infected and its really sore since its going all the way down my back."
"Yeah sure, come here."
Sydney sat right in front of Vaughn, like she did when she dislocated her shoulder. Yet again she felt his cool fingers run up her back as he pulled the bottom of her shirt up to her neck. The cold water ran down the burning gash, cleansing out whatever dirt was in the cut. Vaughn placed a small kiss on her shoulder and lowered her shirt back down. Slowly Sydney turned around and was captured in Vaughn's deep green eyes. Almost as if they knew what each other was thinking, both of them brought their lips together in a kiss like the one they shared in North Korea, only this time, no one was there to pull them apart. When they were together, all time was lost. The world fell out beneath their feet, and all they were aware of were each other. Vaughn put his hands around the small of Sydney's back, and pulled her as close as he could without them being as one person. Sydney's hands were coming through Vaughn's hair that still surprisingly had some gel in it. They pulled away from the kiss and Vaughn placed a chaste kiss on Sydney's forehead and they fell asleep in each other's arms oblivious to the approach CIA agents that had just entered the border of the warehouse property.
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Hiya, there will be a lot more story after this so please review and tell me to keep writing or not!