Title: Escape

Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows

Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them

Notes: Enjoy people and Read and review, I hope you all had a great Christmas! I did! Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more. Ahem, Read and review and enjoy, this one is also slowly drawing to a close. Anyways, hmmm, that's all.

Author: If you hadn't guessed, it's me, Aeria, Aeryn, Doona, depending where you know me from.

Chapter Ten

I know he's about to say something, I have a pretty good idea of what, and I want to hear it, God knows why, but I do. Except right now, Sydney might be hurt on the other side of this door and I know he'll regret it if he does say it so I shake my head. I can't believe I wanted him to say it, but I know I did, I wanted to hear him saying something that wasn't spiteful, that wasn't out of hate or trying to manipulate me into something. To say something that he actually meant. He swallows, looking down and I push the door open, I walk through.

This room's bigger than the other interrogation room; all sparkling silver, perfectly clean, three benches, knives everywhere so that the person about to be tortured can see the weapons about to be used on them, it's horrible and I feel a kick in my stomach as I look around, my eyes scanning the area for Sydney but not finding her. Jack pushes past me, still not making eye contact and for a second I feel a pang of sadness that I didn't tell him, that I didn't let him tell me. But then he's around the corner and I can hear him saying, his voice relieved and almost happy, "Sydney."

I run after him, hearing Vaughn's footsteps behind me and the door swinging closed. Vaughn and I are with him in a moment, she'd around the corner, tired to the chair much better than Vaughn and with an ugly scrape to her arm, the material sliced through and blood pooling on the ground slowly. But other than that she appears okay, a little shocked to see Jack and when her eyes come up and meet mine her eyebrows raise even higher.

Jack begins untying her arms from behind while Vaughn tugs the strip of black tape that's covering her mouth. I just watch, feeling happy that we've found them both but at the same time I'm guiltily aware of the fact that now I have to return to my cell, as promised. Her first words make me laugh a little, "Dad? Mom? Sark?" her voice rising in incredulity as she looks from one to the other. I turn around and Sark's just rushed through the door, pulling it shut and grabbed one of the aluminium tables, pushing it as hard as he can.

He can't move it by himself, so a moment later Vaughn and I help to position it in front of the door.

His only answer to Sydney's questioning look; "Hi babe," he looks at me, surprise and adrenaline mixing in his eyes, "We have to hurry."

Jack's finished untying Sydney and she stands up, looking at Vaughn out of the corner of her eye and smiling. Jack asks the question for me, "Why." And we listen to Sark as he hastily goes to the window and drops the suitcase.

"Cuvee woke up, he had time to radio for back up before I shut him up," my brow creases as I wonder.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, nocked him out and came straight in here. We have to go," by this stage he's put the suitcase down again, opened it and clicked a button that appears to have locked it onto the ground via ten titanium spikes. Inside the suitcase there are six clips connected to long plastic ropes, I can guess how we are going to get out and I'm quick to move to the window.

"Should have killed him." Jack just looks at us all, not sure of what's going on so I explain. "Four jump ropes, there should be gloves somewhere," Sark pulls five from his pocket and hands them out, throwing one to me which I slip straight on. "Get a good grip and just jump. It'll stun your ankles when you land, but it's the best we can manage with so little time.

I hear a bullet ricochet off the door and I motion for them to move, Sydney darts forward, Vaughn's hand propelling her to grab the line from Sark's outstretched hand. I still haven't managed to get the window open. "Gun!" Sark throws me his own without missing a beat and I catch it, stepping back, Sydney to my left, line already wrapped around her gloved hand twice. I pull the gun up and fire three shots, watching and waiting for the glass to disintegrate away. A second later it does, no spikes left in the frame and I only have the time to smile at Sydney before she runs through, jumping out and heading straight for the ground.

The suitcase doesn't budge, but I hear three more shots at the door. "Come on gentlemen, let's move." Vaughn and Jack are quick to grab their own lines and they jump out the window, Jack first, in quick succession. I look at Sark who's just grinning at me, an edge of concern to him as more bullets hit the door; I can see tiny dints appearing as it weakens. "You first."

He smiles and grabs his own line, he rushes past me and out, I hear a light thump on the ground and Cuvee's voice from outside, "There's no way they can jump the three stories without broken bones, take your time." I smirk, always so stupid was Cuvee, and grab my own line. I wrap it abound my hand twice and run at the window, I jump the three stories, abseiling once I turn around and landing hard and fast. The usual pain hits my feet and ankles but only for a moment.

I let go of the wire and look to see if everyone's still alright. Sark's smirking, "I had the technician add something to the suitcase," he pulls out a small detonator and I smile. "Shall I?"

I grin and nod, knowing he'd be devastated if I took it from him. He presses the button hard. Seconds later three windows shatter and the wall cracks, I grin at him and ask, "Would it have been enough to get Cuvee?"

He shakes his head and I frown, I'm still not sure why I am so desperate to see him dead. "Only that room; might give him a shock though," he smiles again and the pair of us look at the other three. It's about now that I notice a security guard on his radio, shouting his head off in a foreign language and that I decide that it is time to go.

I can see the Mercedes, still parked, roofless and keys in the ignition out the front of the factory. That's our only means of escape and we're damn lucky a common thief hasn't made off with it. I wonder how long it will take before there are guards pouring out of the building and not long after I'm running, full speed again, everyone else hot on my heels, towards the car.

Jack, somehow, beets me, he's fast, but then I am still wearing the heels, he jumps the door with surprising agility and has the car ready to go by the time I've gotten to the other side, he throws the door open for me, leaning across the two seats and I grin, one side of my mouth twitching up as I slide in and slam it shut, seeing Sark wince as he comes nearer. I hear the remaining three get in the back and, as Jack speeds off, not quite as fast as I would like, I turn to find Sydney stuck between two males who, you'd swear hadn't been laid in a decade.

Thinking about it more carefully, I surmise that there's a good possibility that it's close to the truth. Sark only likes to flirt, he never actually gets anywhere and, well Vaughn, well, he likes Sydney and I know that hasn't happened. I smirk at them, leaving my seatbelt off, far too high to care and ask, "Questions?"

Sydney and Vaughn both open their mouths at once and I get the same questions, though Vaughn adds an interesting word I don't want to remember, "Why are you here?"

I grin and Sark rolls his eyes, but I explain, "Your father broke me out of my cell." Sydney's mouth drops while Vaughn's eyes head accusingly towards Jack's back. I feel the car speed up as Jack obviously hits a main road. I can see a blue van behind us, there's a young child in the front seat of it and I pass it off as traffic and not a tail. "The CIA wasn't interested in saving you, your father was. He knew he couldn't do it without me so he decided to take me with him. Of course, now that you are alright, I'm returning to my cell."

Sark rolls his eyes and sighs, melodramatically, "God knows why." I grin and wait for my next question, the wind attacking my hair and pushing it back to cover my face, whipping at my neck.

"Where are we going now?" Vaughn asks the obvious question which I have no idea how to answer and I soon find myself facing Jack, asking him the same thing. He just looks at me blankly for a second, his mind ticking over as he changes lanes again on the freeway, speeding up to overtake a truck but not slowing down once he's done so.

"We'll head out to the forest." He decides, "Hide the car," I hear a groan from Sark and promise to give him access to enough cash to buy himself another before I return to LA. "And run."

I look at him, it's the most ludicrous plan I've ever heard. "Why?" Harsh tone, almost sardonic and I expect a glare but he turns and, oh my god, he winks. It's a sight to behold and had I looked back I probably would have found my daughter, her handler and her arch nemesis out cold. I just grin at him though and wait for an answer, obviously things have changed since I saved the pair of us from Cuvee.

"I've been looking over Cuvee's files, he's impatient and he has a deal going off in Argentina in thirty two hours. If he isn't there in twenty four, he'll be loosing a very expensive piece of Rambaldi. It's a coincidence, but I figured it might come in useful to know of it." I grin, I know as well as Jack that Cuvee won't even bother to leave men out there over night, especially when he's needed on the other side of the world.

"What if we get a tail? They follow us?" He shrugs, as if saying that he'll deal with it if and when it happens and goes back to concentrating on the road, swerving and changing lanes twice in the blink of an eye. He's speeding, far more than even I would have allowed and the roads are busy, not traffic jam material, but cars are everywhere. Even if we do get a tail, it'll be easy to loose them, especially with this driving. I grin at him again, not letting him see, before turning back to the backseat. Sark's got his arms crossed, still upset about the lost Merc. I smile at him, mocking him for his pet love, "I'll leave you enough money for you to grab yourself a new one."

He looks at me, "How do you plan on doing that with Mr CIA around."

I can see Jack's back tighten from where I sit and I'm inclined to ask him to go against the rules again, I have a weird feeling he would, but I don't, answering simply. "I'll just have to make sure he doesn't hear me. Hmmm?" Sark looks upset but nods anyway and goes back to staring at the cars as we rush past them.

Sydney's eyeing me with something in between suspicion and hope, "Why are you going back to your cell?"

I shrug, not sure she's ready for the real answer, and give her a lie, again, "I had to save you and now we're out numbered."

Jack interrupts me, one hand leaving the wheel as he turns around, forgetting to look at the road. I smile at his daring, "Is that the real reason?"

Ahem, thank you, yes all four tonight, lots of hard work today, been listening to Bond non stop and it keeps me high, along with the coffee, coke, pain killers, morphine, well yeah, anyway. I've noticed that I seem to get just as many reviews if I update two instead of four, so then what would the incentive be for updating al four when I can get the same praise for half, hmmmm? Joking, anyway, please review everything you read, I appreciate it. Thanks again.