AN: Okay, here we are at chapter 7. It's short and sweet because
there is a lot more that I want to get to in the next few chapters. Please
R&R!
The cell was dark. The lights were off, and with there being no windows, there was no natural light. I blinked a couple times and let my eyes adjust to the light. Once I could see, to an extent, I moved my arm around Vaughn. No, Vaughn wasn't there. In fact, he wasn't anywhere.
"Vaughn?" I called to him, but there was no answer. I began to get anxious. Where was he? Why were the lights off? "Vaughn!" Nothing. There was no sound. I paced across the floor. After pacing for a while I went to the water spigot and washed my face. Still not here. I sat back down and leaned against the wall, just waiting. Waiting for an answer.
About ten minutes later the door clanked open. The lights turned on and I saw Vaughn shoved in by the masked figure. There were cuts on his face and one across his arm.
"Vaughn!" I ran to his side as the door slammed shut. His right eye would not open because it was swollen. "What happened?"
"They...they wanted to know what I saw when I was downloading the specs. When I told them I only saw a little bit, just that you were the target of the poison, they didn't believe me." I went to the water spigot and soaked my sweater in water again. When I returned to him I rinsed his wounds and then set it on his eye. After he protested many times, I got him to lie down. Before continuing to clean his wounds, I lightly kissed his forehead. "What was that for?"
"You scared me." There was no more speaking until I had cleaned his face of all blood. "What did they do to you?"
"Just a couple of slaps to the face. I've had worse." I laughed.
"Haven't we both?"
"Well, I seem to remember a few months ago having a lamp cord wrapped around my neck..."
"Vaughn! I had just woken up and found it was two years later and that you were married! You can't blame me!"
"Oh, Syd, you know I'm just trying to be annoying."
"You're succeeding." I smiled. "Okay, now the arm."
"I'm fine."
"I'm serious! Pardon the innuendo, but take off your shirt."
"Really..."
"Now!" He recoiled in false fear.
"Okay, you win." He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his sleeve down. The gash was deep.
"I suppose this was from a slap from Sark's little friend."
"No, that was what happened after Sark threatened to kill you and I punched him in the face." I was speechless. All I could do is continue to clean him off. Once the gash was wiped off, I wrapped my sweater tightly around it.
"Well, the good news is you're going to live."
"What's the bad news?"
"We're still here."
"I'm here with you, so it's not bad at all."
"Aw, Vaughn, stop making me blush." We shared a laugh, but it was quickly cut off. The cell door flew open and banged against the wall. Sark entered and did not look pleased.
"Well you two, we're going on a little road trip. I'll let you two each use a bathroom upstairs to freshen up and then we'll get on our way. Mr. Vaughn, stay here. I'll bring Sydney up first." Vaughn gave a silent nod and I stood to follow Sark. He led me up three flights of stairs and into a large bathroom. "I believe you will find everything you need in here. Just come out when you're done." I nodded and waited until he left the room. Once he was gone, I walked over to the shower and looked inside. There were about 20 kinds of shampoo and conditioner. Instead of looking around more, I decided it would be better to just shower and get a move on. I turned the water on and instantly it was warm. Nice service. I then proceeded to wash my hair quickly with one of the multiple shampoos. Once I was done, I grabbed one of the many towels from a rack and dried off.
I went to grab my black mission clothes, only to find that they were gone. In their place was a pair of jeans, a green sweater, and a pair of black boots. They were all my size, too. This day just kept getting more and more interesting. I stepped into my new clothes and then decided to snoop around the cabinets. There was a whole variety of hair products and clips to use. If this weren't Sark's house, I would have called it paradise. I grabbed a black hair clip and pulled my hair up instead of drying it. I took one last look in the mirror and decided that I looked fine.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Sark's masked friend was waiting there. She said nothing; just nodded her head and I understood to follow her. She led me down a different stairway to a living room of sorts. It had a few couches and chairs and artwork on the walls. When she closed the door behind me, I figured I would be waiting here until Vaughn was done.
It was about twenty minutes later that Vaughn and Sark entered the room. Vaughn had new clothes as well. Wherever Sark was taking us, he apparently wanted us to look nice.
"I believe you have somewhere to be, my love." Sark said to the masked woman. "I'll contact you when the plan is decided." She nodded and headed out the door. "Now, you two, let's go." I stood and walked to Vaughn's side, and then we both followed Sark out the door we had entered. One right turn later, we walked out a door and into a garage. There were 6 different cars in there, including a van, a mustang, and a truck. The car he led us to, though, was a simple four-door Sedan. "Better to be inconspicuous, don't you think?" Sark attempted humor, but it didn't work well. Once he noticed we weren't laughing, he had us get in the back and he got in the front. After we sat, he pressed a button and a glass screen began to rise. "I have some business to attend to." Once the screen was up Vaughn turned towards me.
"This place is amazing." He said.
"Yes, a gilded cage."
"But why is Sark doing this for us?" The car started and the garage door opened.
"I have no idea. He seems to want us to be comfortable. You think he wants something from us?"
"He should know that we would never betray the CIA. You would think it was common knowledge."
"Who knows what may be going through his mind? All I know is that we shouldn't try anything until we're sure we can get away."
"I agree." The car was now out on the streets. They were almost deserted, with the exception of a beggar or two. "What did you have in mind?"
"I haven't really thought about it. Give me time." And at that moment I began to get an idea. The door to the right of Vaughn had a lock that you could switch by hand. If it comes down to his life or mine, there will be no question about it. His well-being comes before mine. What I had thought the other day came to my mind again. I knew what I had to do. I scooted close to Vaughn and took his hand. "I love you, Vaughn. Stay safe for me." He looked at me, puzzled by what I was saying. It was then that Sark stopped for a red light.
"Syd..." In a flash I leaned across Vaughn, popped the lock, and opened the door. Then, I pushed him out onto the street. I watched as he hit the pavement and rolled a few times. The door slammed shut a second later. I looked back a final time and saw that Vaughn had stood up and was watching me drive away. I nodded my head to him, and then turned foreword. I couldn't stand to look back with the mounting sadness in my heart. When I looked back up front, I saw Sark was bringing the screen back down.
"That took you long enough. I thought you would have done that a while ago." He said, mockingly.
"As long as he's safe, I don't care what happens to me."
"That's good, because we've got a long way ahead of us."
"What do you want me for?"
"I'm sure when Mr. Vaughn gets to a phone, he will contact the CIA and tell them to come rescue you. By the time they get here, I will have it set up that, unless they bring a specific Rambaldi artifact I am looking for, you will be killed."
"So why did you capture Vaughn?"
"Simple, he was along for the mission." He turned left at the next light and then left again when we got about two blocks up.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to the house. I only set this whole expedition is so you could find some way to dispose of him. I knew it was on your mind."
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
"I tell myself that every morning. It keeps me in my good mood."
AN: Ok, I know it was a short and not really detailed chapter, but Vaughn leaving is essential to the plot coming up. You remember plan B, don't you? The next chapter is going to be what happens after Vaughn gets pushed out of the car in his POV. Let me give you a little preview, Lauren gets quite despicable. Hey, anyone upset that there was no Alias on Sunday? I was very sad. Well, I hope this helps you get through the week! Please review!!
The cell was dark. The lights were off, and with there being no windows, there was no natural light. I blinked a couple times and let my eyes adjust to the light. Once I could see, to an extent, I moved my arm around Vaughn. No, Vaughn wasn't there. In fact, he wasn't anywhere.
"Vaughn?" I called to him, but there was no answer. I began to get anxious. Where was he? Why were the lights off? "Vaughn!" Nothing. There was no sound. I paced across the floor. After pacing for a while I went to the water spigot and washed my face. Still not here. I sat back down and leaned against the wall, just waiting. Waiting for an answer.
About ten minutes later the door clanked open. The lights turned on and I saw Vaughn shoved in by the masked figure. There were cuts on his face and one across his arm.
"Vaughn!" I ran to his side as the door slammed shut. His right eye would not open because it was swollen. "What happened?"
"They...they wanted to know what I saw when I was downloading the specs. When I told them I only saw a little bit, just that you were the target of the poison, they didn't believe me." I went to the water spigot and soaked my sweater in water again. When I returned to him I rinsed his wounds and then set it on his eye. After he protested many times, I got him to lie down. Before continuing to clean his wounds, I lightly kissed his forehead. "What was that for?"
"You scared me." There was no more speaking until I had cleaned his face of all blood. "What did they do to you?"
"Just a couple of slaps to the face. I've had worse." I laughed.
"Haven't we both?"
"Well, I seem to remember a few months ago having a lamp cord wrapped around my neck..."
"Vaughn! I had just woken up and found it was two years later and that you were married! You can't blame me!"
"Oh, Syd, you know I'm just trying to be annoying."
"You're succeeding." I smiled. "Okay, now the arm."
"I'm fine."
"I'm serious! Pardon the innuendo, but take off your shirt."
"Really..."
"Now!" He recoiled in false fear.
"Okay, you win." He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his sleeve down. The gash was deep.
"I suppose this was from a slap from Sark's little friend."
"No, that was what happened after Sark threatened to kill you and I punched him in the face." I was speechless. All I could do is continue to clean him off. Once the gash was wiped off, I wrapped my sweater tightly around it.
"Well, the good news is you're going to live."
"What's the bad news?"
"We're still here."
"I'm here with you, so it's not bad at all."
"Aw, Vaughn, stop making me blush." We shared a laugh, but it was quickly cut off. The cell door flew open and banged against the wall. Sark entered and did not look pleased.
"Well you two, we're going on a little road trip. I'll let you two each use a bathroom upstairs to freshen up and then we'll get on our way. Mr. Vaughn, stay here. I'll bring Sydney up first." Vaughn gave a silent nod and I stood to follow Sark. He led me up three flights of stairs and into a large bathroom. "I believe you will find everything you need in here. Just come out when you're done." I nodded and waited until he left the room. Once he was gone, I walked over to the shower and looked inside. There were about 20 kinds of shampoo and conditioner. Instead of looking around more, I decided it would be better to just shower and get a move on. I turned the water on and instantly it was warm. Nice service. I then proceeded to wash my hair quickly with one of the multiple shampoos. Once I was done, I grabbed one of the many towels from a rack and dried off.
I went to grab my black mission clothes, only to find that they were gone. In their place was a pair of jeans, a green sweater, and a pair of black boots. They were all my size, too. This day just kept getting more and more interesting. I stepped into my new clothes and then decided to snoop around the cabinets. There was a whole variety of hair products and clips to use. If this weren't Sark's house, I would have called it paradise. I grabbed a black hair clip and pulled my hair up instead of drying it. I took one last look in the mirror and decided that I looked fine.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Sark's masked friend was waiting there. She said nothing; just nodded her head and I understood to follow her. She led me down a different stairway to a living room of sorts. It had a few couches and chairs and artwork on the walls. When she closed the door behind me, I figured I would be waiting here until Vaughn was done.
It was about twenty minutes later that Vaughn and Sark entered the room. Vaughn had new clothes as well. Wherever Sark was taking us, he apparently wanted us to look nice.
"I believe you have somewhere to be, my love." Sark said to the masked woman. "I'll contact you when the plan is decided." She nodded and headed out the door. "Now, you two, let's go." I stood and walked to Vaughn's side, and then we both followed Sark out the door we had entered. One right turn later, we walked out a door and into a garage. There were 6 different cars in there, including a van, a mustang, and a truck. The car he led us to, though, was a simple four-door Sedan. "Better to be inconspicuous, don't you think?" Sark attempted humor, but it didn't work well. Once he noticed we weren't laughing, he had us get in the back and he got in the front. After we sat, he pressed a button and a glass screen began to rise. "I have some business to attend to." Once the screen was up Vaughn turned towards me.
"This place is amazing." He said.
"Yes, a gilded cage."
"But why is Sark doing this for us?" The car started and the garage door opened.
"I have no idea. He seems to want us to be comfortable. You think he wants something from us?"
"He should know that we would never betray the CIA. You would think it was common knowledge."
"Who knows what may be going through his mind? All I know is that we shouldn't try anything until we're sure we can get away."
"I agree." The car was now out on the streets. They were almost deserted, with the exception of a beggar or two. "What did you have in mind?"
"I haven't really thought about it. Give me time." And at that moment I began to get an idea. The door to the right of Vaughn had a lock that you could switch by hand. If it comes down to his life or mine, there will be no question about it. His well-being comes before mine. What I had thought the other day came to my mind again. I knew what I had to do. I scooted close to Vaughn and took his hand. "I love you, Vaughn. Stay safe for me." He looked at me, puzzled by what I was saying. It was then that Sark stopped for a red light.
"Syd..." In a flash I leaned across Vaughn, popped the lock, and opened the door. Then, I pushed him out onto the street. I watched as he hit the pavement and rolled a few times. The door slammed shut a second later. I looked back a final time and saw that Vaughn had stood up and was watching me drive away. I nodded my head to him, and then turned foreword. I couldn't stand to look back with the mounting sadness in my heart. When I looked back up front, I saw Sark was bringing the screen back down.
"That took you long enough. I thought you would have done that a while ago." He said, mockingly.
"As long as he's safe, I don't care what happens to me."
"That's good, because we've got a long way ahead of us."
"What do you want me for?"
"I'm sure when Mr. Vaughn gets to a phone, he will contact the CIA and tell them to come rescue you. By the time they get here, I will have it set up that, unless they bring a specific Rambaldi artifact I am looking for, you will be killed."
"So why did you capture Vaughn?"
"Simple, he was along for the mission." He turned left at the next light and then left again when we got about two blocks up.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to the house. I only set this whole expedition is so you could find some way to dispose of him. I knew it was on your mind."
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
"I tell myself that every morning. It keeps me in my good mood."
AN: Ok, I know it was a short and not really detailed chapter, but Vaughn leaving is essential to the plot coming up. You remember plan B, don't you? The next chapter is going to be what happens after Vaughn gets pushed out of the car in his POV. Let me give you a little preview, Lauren gets quite despicable. Hey, anyone upset that there was no Alias on Sunday? I was very sad. Well, I hope this helps you get through the week! Please review!!