Yep, it's me again, and yes I am here with another update, and this one is
super-special because it wasn't supposed to be posted tonight, but once OSE
and Bella found out I had more, well it wasn't pretty, so this one goes out
to them, wouldn't want those llamas of doom-ed to come after me, now would
I? And I agree, updating is a great way to distract myself from spoilers.
So with all that said, here's the next chapter, thanks to Screech for
beta'ing. And let me know what you think of it!
[23]
The next day...
The last 24 hours had been the longest in his life -- his girlfriend was missing, they suspected that whomever 'Steve' was had taken her, and her father was eternally pissed off at him for not protecting his daughter.
Now, he stood in a briefing room in the Langley division of the Central Intelligence Agency, having flown out the night before to be able to be there if any information came in.
In this room, stood agents for the CIA, FBI, the NSC -- linked over the phone with various groups including the MI-5 -- all working for one purpose -- to find Sydney Bristow.
"Has there been anything yet?" Vaughn asked Director Devlin.
Director Devlin knew everything about Sydney and Vaughn's relationship -- he had been told from the beginning the night before, and he felt for the young man, it wasn't easy to know that your girlfriend was in trouble.
Devlin shook his head, patting Vaughn on the back, "No son, I'm sorry, as soon as we hear anything, we'll let you know."
Vaughn nodded defeatedly, posture slumped, and walked away to go scowl in the corner until something was found.
He didn't realize what a big affect Sydney had on his life until she was gone and he missed her terribly.
~&~&~
Ten hours later...
Vaughn had fallen asleep, he figured it was the best way to get Sydney off his mind, but even in his dreams, she was there.
She smiled brightly, she always smiled when he was around, he made her smile, and she made him smile.
Delia and Francie looked knowingly at each other, as Sydney and Vaughn got lost in each other's eyes, and they knew that soon enough, this was going to turn into a full-fledged make-out session, it had happened that way for the last two nights.
So, they excused themselves, Sydney and Vaughn not even noticing as their heads got closer, and closer, and closer.
His head snapped up as he woke up, her smile was intoxicating, he could almost feel her lips on his, the taste of her, and now he missed her even more.
Someone ran by him, and he looked around, it seemed as if everyone was in a rush, 'What's going on?'
And then, someone knelt down in front of him, "Debrief in five minutes."
And his heart soared, maybe they had gotten some information about where Syd was.
~&~&~
"Approximately twenty-five minutes ago, we received some intel from MI-5. It appears that Butdhu's headquarters are in London, the MI-5 has the address. We will be leaving for London in four hours, and upon arriving at the military airfield, the CIA in conjunction with the FBI, the NSC, and the MI-5 will take over their headquarters, bring these men in, and rescue Sydney Bristow from their clutches."
~&~&~
Four hours seemed like four years to Michael Vaughn as he waited to go save his girlfriend who had been taken by a terrorist organization.
How had his life gotten so messed up?
3 hours to go...
~&~&~
He was going insane, literally. Everywhere he turned he swore he could see Sydney standing there, smiling at him. He could smell her shampoo, her perfume, he could smell her, taste her, feel her presence.
It wasn't helping him pass the time.
No, not at all.
In fact, it was making the time go by slower.
Much slower.
2 hours to go...
~&~&~
He wanted to rip his hair out, close his eyes, plug his ears, and do everything in his power not to think about Sydney for the remainder of the time.
But it was so hard.
The way her chestnut hair fell over her shoulders, or the way she would tuck it behind her ears when she was nervous, or excited, or a million different emotions in the spectrum, the way she smiled at him, or frowned, or looked when she was upset, angry, scared, frustrated.
His head fell to the table in front of him, he really needed to stop torturing himself with all the memories of her.
1 hour to go...
~&~&~
Devlin placed a hand on his shoulder, "Are you ready for this, are you ready to go?"
"I've been ready for the last two days."
He nodded, "The plane is leaving from Dover."
~&~&~
The plane had only been in air for about an hour, and already he was up and pacing, back and forth, back and forth, down the aisle.
"For God's sake!" Jack exclaimed, "Sit down already! You're not helping Sydney any by doing this, you should be concentrating on the mission ahead of you."
He sat down, if only London would come a little sooner.
TBC...
~&~&~
[23]
The next day...
The last 24 hours had been the longest in his life -- his girlfriend was missing, they suspected that whomever 'Steve' was had taken her, and her father was eternally pissed off at him for not protecting his daughter.
Now, he stood in a briefing room in the Langley division of the Central Intelligence Agency, having flown out the night before to be able to be there if any information came in.
In this room, stood agents for the CIA, FBI, the NSC -- linked over the phone with various groups including the MI-5 -- all working for one purpose -- to find Sydney Bristow.
"Has there been anything yet?" Vaughn asked Director Devlin.
Director Devlin knew everything about Sydney and Vaughn's relationship -- he had been told from the beginning the night before, and he felt for the young man, it wasn't easy to know that your girlfriend was in trouble.
Devlin shook his head, patting Vaughn on the back, "No son, I'm sorry, as soon as we hear anything, we'll let you know."
Vaughn nodded defeatedly, posture slumped, and walked away to go scowl in the corner until something was found.
He didn't realize what a big affect Sydney had on his life until she was gone and he missed her terribly.
~&~&~
Ten hours later...
Vaughn had fallen asleep, he figured it was the best way to get Sydney off his mind, but even in his dreams, she was there.
She smiled brightly, she always smiled when he was around, he made her smile, and she made him smile.
Delia and Francie looked knowingly at each other, as Sydney and Vaughn got lost in each other's eyes, and they knew that soon enough, this was going to turn into a full-fledged make-out session, it had happened that way for the last two nights.
So, they excused themselves, Sydney and Vaughn not even noticing as their heads got closer, and closer, and closer.
His head snapped up as he woke up, her smile was intoxicating, he could almost feel her lips on his, the taste of her, and now he missed her even more.
Someone ran by him, and he looked around, it seemed as if everyone was in a rush, 'What's going on?'
And then, someone knelt down in front of him, "Debrief in five minutes."
And his heart soared, maybe they had gotten some information about where Syd was.
~&~&~
"Approximately twenty-five minutes ago, we received some intel from MI-5. It appears that Butdhu's headquarters are in London, the MI-5 has the address. We will be leaving for London in four hours, and upon arriving at the military airfield, the CIA in conjunction with the FBI, the NSC, and the MI-5 will take over their headquarters, bring these men in, and rescue Sydney Bristow from their clutches."
~&~&~
Four hours seemed like four years to Michael Vaughn as he waited to go save his girlfriend who had been taken by a terrorist organization.
How had his life gotten so messed up?
3 hours to go...
~&~&~
He was going insane, literally. Everywhere he turned he swore he could see Sydney standing there, smiling at him. He could smell her shampoo, her perfume, he could smell her, taste her, feel her presence.
It wasn't helping him pass the time.
No, not at all.
In fact, it was making the time go by slower.
Much slower.
2 hours to go...
~&~&~
He wanted to rip his hair out, close his eyes, plug his ears, and do everything in his power not to think about Sydney for the remainder of the time.
But it was so hard.
The way her chestnut hair fell over her shoulders, or the way she would tuck it behind her ears when she was nervous, or excited, or a million different emotions in the spectrum, the way she smiled at him, or frowned, or looked when she was upset, angry, scared, frustrated.
His head fell to the table in front of him, he really needed to stop torturing himself with all the memories of her.
1 hour to go...
~&~&~
Devlin placed a hand on his shoulder, "Are you ready for this, are you ready to go?"
"I've been ready for the last two days."
He nodded, "The plane is leaving from Dover."
~&~&~
The plane had only been in air for about an hour, and already he was up and pacing, back and forth, back and forth, down the aisle.
"For God's sake!" Jack exclaimed, "Sit down already! You're not helping Sydney any by doing this, you should be concentrating on the mission ahead of you."
He sat down, if only London would come a little sooner.
TBC...
~&~&~