Title: Reaper
Author: Egyptian Kat
Rating: PG
Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.
Chapter 2: Save Me
RECAP:
Hearing the click of the phone he looked back into the ocean. The bubbles of her breath were still rising.
He did the last thing he could think of. Removing his jacket and kicking off his shoes, he stood on the rail, and jumped.
There was a second splash, but no one was there to hear it.
Hitting the water was like hitting cement. The temperature of the water didn't help either. Michael Vaughn ignored all these factors, ignored all the pain that was coursing it's was through his now freezing body. There was only one thing he had to do. One thing that would define everything he had become; define the man that his father had once been; a hero.
Taking a deep breath he dived down into the water to look for Sydney. He waved his hands around, hoping to find hair, a limb, something, anything to grab onto. But he didn't. He only found void, an eerie, ironic, mocking void. Forced for a breathe of air, he kicked his way back up to the surface. Taking a deep breath and dove back into the inky blackness that entombed his beloved.
He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let her die while he watched. Her life was in his hands now. It was up to him to save her. He was her only hope, and he wasn't going to let her down. He wasn't going to loose her again, not for a second time.
He was just about to go back up for air when his fingers brush against hair; the silky strands slowly passing by his outstretched digits. Frantically he moved around trying to find it again. His hands where met with more hair, and then, her arm. Grabbing hold, he put all his strength into swimming up to the surface.
Gasping for air he turned to Sydney. Her face was pale and she wasn't breathing. Looking around he saw the rise and fall of the ocean reveal the pier posts, noticing he was a close, he began kicking with all his might in the direction of his one and only chance of safety. Reaching the post, he wrapped his left arm around the post, pulled his knees up to his chest, he rested Sydney on his knees and began to give her mouth to mouth.
"Sydney, come on baby!" he said in between gasps of air.
Suddenly, Sydney coughed and began flailing around. "No.no.she moaned."
"Shhh...It's ok. It's ok, you're going to be alright." He hushed over the sounds of the waves.
Sydney, noticing it was Vaughn, looked at him sadly, the tears suddenly coming to her eyes before passing out, her head lolling back into the water. Vaughn quickly pulled her head out of the water and pulled her body to his, attempting to keep both of them from the grips of hypothermia.
He didn't know how long it has been when they finally arrived. He had lost track of time. His watch had stopped with the coming of water to its mechanics and the rhythmic rise and fall of the waves which left him all but drunkenly mesmerized. Vaughn was robotically attached to the pier post when a search light landed on him.
"U.S. Coast Guard! Just hold on, we're coming to get you!" a bodiless voice suddenly yelled over the waves.
Suddenly his numb body was plucked from the water. Vaughn didn't allow himself to pass out until he knew Sydney was safely on the boat.
A/N: Sorry its so short. At least it tells the story.
R&R if you want more.
Author: Egyptian Kat
Rating: PG
Summary: It would take me two years of amnesia to realize that no matter what I did, I was the reaper.
Chapter 2: Save Me
RECAP:
Hearing the click of the phone he looked back into the ocean. The bubbles of her breath were still rising.
He did the last thing he could think of. Removing his jacket and kicking off his shoes, he stood on the rail, and jumped.
There was a second splash, but no one was there to hear it.
Hitting the water was like hitting cement. The temperature of the water didn't help either. Michael Vaughn ignored all these factors, ignored all the pain that was coursing it's was through his now freezing body. There was only one thing he had to do. One thing that would define everything he had become; define the man that his father had once been; a hero.
Taking a deep breath he dived down into the water to look for Sydney. He waved his hands around, hoping to find hair, a limb, something, anything to grab onto. But he didn't. He only found void, an eerie, ironic, mocking void. Forced for a breathe of air, he kicked his way back up to the surface. Taking a deep breath and dove back into the inky blackness that entombed his beloved.
He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let her die while he watched. Her life was in his hands now. It was up to him to save her. He was her only hope, and he wasn't going to let her down. He wasn't going to loose her again, not for a second time.
He was just about to go back up for air when his fingers brush against hair; the silky strands slowly passing by his outstretched digits. Frantically he moved around trying to find it again. His hands where met with more hair, and then, her arm. Grabbing hold, he put all his strength into swimming up to the surface.
Gasping for air he turned to Sydney. Her face was pale and she wasn't breathing. Looking around he saw the rise and fall of the ocean reveal the pier posts, noticing he was a close, he began kicking with all his might in the direction of his one and only chance of safety. Reaching the post, he wrapped his left arm around the post, pulled his knees up to his chest, he rested Sydney on his knees and began to give her mouth to mouth.
"Sydney, come on baby!" he said in between gasps of air.
Suddenly, Sydney coughed and began flailing around. "No.no.she moaned."
"Shhh...It's ok. It's ok, you're going to be alright." He hushed over the sounds of the waves.
Sydney, noticing it was Vaughn, looked at him sadly, the tears suddenly coming to her eyes before passing out, her head lolling back into the water. Vaughn quickly pulled her head out of the water and pulled her body to his, attempting to keep both of them from the grips of hypothermia.
He didn't know how long it has been when they finally arrived. He had lost track of time. His watch had stopped with the coming of water to its mechanics and the rhythmic rise and fall of the waves which left him all but drunkenly mesmerized. Vaughn was robotically attached to the pier post when a search light landed on him.
"U.S. Coast Guard! Just hold on, we're coming to get you!" a bodiless voice suddenly yelled over the waves.
Suddenly his numb body was plucked from the water. Vaughn didn't allow himself to pass out until he knew Sydney was safely on the boat.
A/N: Sorry its so short. At least it tells the story.
R&R if you want more.
