(A/N: Wow. You guys feel really strongly about Vaughn being kept alive.
Like, very strongly. But thanks for the reviews. This chapter should give
you a lot more to think about than the previous two did. I promise. And
please don't kill me. I know a lot of you will want to stop reading this
story forever after this chapter but I promise it'll get better. You just
gotta hang with me. I'm trying to give it some twists. Anyway, as always, I
do not own Alias, I do not own Vaughn, Sydney, and the few other characters
who appear in this chapter who shall remain nameless at the moment for the
sake of the story. J.J. owns them. So don't sue me. Happy reading!!)
Sydney POV
"Hello, Julia."
I froze. I had hoped that I would never gain hear that voice, have to deal with that kind of malice. But no.
"Sark. What the Hell have you done to him?!" Vaughn was my first priority, and at the moment he was laying motionless on the ground, his head pillowed by my lap.
"Don't worry. It's merely a very strong tranq. He'll be up in about 10 minutes. But if you don't want anything worse to happen to your precious Vaughn, I would advise that you come with me." I hate that damn smirk of his.
"Where?"
"Zurich. Mr. Sloane wishes to have a word with you and Agent Vaughn. Get him up." He motioned to Vaughn with his last words.
"Vaughn! You've got to get up!" Still no signs of life. I gently bent down and kissed him, waiting for a response. As soon as it came, I eased away and stood up, pulling his body upright with mine.
"Holy sh-"My finger silenced his lips and he looked at me imploringly.
"We're going to Zurich with Sark. Evidently, Sloane needs to talk to us."
"Are you serious, Syd? You're willingly going to talk to Sloane. The man who virtually stole your life from you?" He stared at me incredulously, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"He threatened to kill you. I wasn't about to let that happen." I smiled and kissed his cheek lightly.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the Guardian Angel." He smiled back and kissed me again.
As we began to walk back towards the plane, I noticed a limp in his step. The after affects of the tranq, no doubt, but he looked like he was in pain.
"Sark!" He turned to face me. "Wait. Vaughn and I need to ask you some questions." To my amazement, he not only waited, but he came back to where we stood. He slipped his arm under Vaughn'' other arm, supporting Vaughn's bad leg.
Vaughn POV
"You'd think I'd be the last person on the face of the Earth to accept help from Julian Sark, but here I was with his arm under mine which was slung over his shoulders. And the worst part is, it doesn't feel wrong. There's something in his eyes that has changed. But it should feel wrong. Especially when he is the man responsible for taking two years out of my girlfriend's LIFE. I couldn't help but question exactly what I was thinking when I accepted his help. But a split-second later, it dawned on me. I trust Sydney more than any other person in the world. She keeps my heart beating. And if Sydney can have faith in this bizarre gesture, so can I.
"Sydney-"
"Agent Bristow," I interrupted him, my jaw set and my teeth clenched. But Sydney softly stroked my arm and that calmed me down a bit.
"Agent Bristow, you mentioned asking me some questions. I'm curious. What are they?" Sark said, mocking me with his first words.
"Yeah, I do. Why does Sloane want to talk to us?"
"He needs to speak with you about the Passenger and the prophecies concerning it."
"There are more prophecies?!"
"Right. I knew I forgot something. I'll explain it all on the plane." I put on my best guilty-as-charged-but-please-don't-press-the-issue-right-now look. And she didn't. Almost.
"But how did you know about it if you weren't CIA anymore?" The one question I was hoping she wouldn't ask.
"Syd, I really don't want to get into this right now..."
"Tough. Explain."
"Alright. While you were—dead your father and I were working together to try to find you. You already knew that. And I told you we didn't get any leads. That's partly true. We didn't get any leads on you. But we did find more prophecies on said Passenger. And we found them because we were working with your mom......" My voice got quieter and quieter with the last four words, hoping desperately that she wouldn't hate me for what I had done.
"ARE YOU NUTS?! MY MOM?! SHE KILLED YOUR FATHER, VAUGHN!! Not to mention she abandoned and betrayed me. She betrayed this country. You could've been killed for working with her!!" Yeah. That's about what I expected. By this point we had stopped walking and she had turned to face me, still supporting me.
"Syd, I know all that. I know the consequences. I know it was stupid and unexpected. Especially from me and your dad. But we were desperate, Syd. You were gone." I searched her eyes for any emotion. And it came. Slowly her eyes fogged over with sadness and caring. They started to pool up with water and she leaned into my body, looking for comfort from a familiar touch. "I am so sorry this had to happen to you, Sydney. So sorry."
"Don't blame yourself, Vaughn. It wasn't your fault," she mumbled into my jacket.
"Yes it was. If I had gotten there sooner, if I hadn't left you...There are so many Ifs. I could have saved you."
"Not your fault." She emphasized her words and leaned up to softly kiss me.
"Well, I hate to break this up, but we really should be getting to the plane." Sark's voice broke into our thoughts and we pulled apart and started walking again.
We got to the plane and boarded it. It was surprisingly nice. I didn't think Sloane would go to that much trouble for us.
Sark came out with a laptop and a couple pads of paper and pens. Obviously he knew more than he had let on about the Passenger and Sydney's disappearance. He gave us the paper and pens, turned the laptop on, and began.
"As you know, your house was lit on fire by Covenant agents after you and Miss Doren fought. But before lighting the house, we came in to pull two bodies out. One of the three was irrelevant, but the other two were very important to us. You were one of the bodies."
"I was one but who was the other. Alison was dead. I killed her myself. So the other must have been..." As Sydney trailed off, Sark pulled off a mask I hadn't known he was wearing and revealed a face I never thought I'd see again. I just stared in disbelief. But Sydney was able to choke out one word.
"Will?..."
(A/N: Betcha didn't see that one coming, huh? Okay, don't kill me. Just review!! Feed back is good...)
Sydney POV
"Hello, Julia."
I froze. I had hoped that I would never gain hear that voice, have to deal with that kind of malice. But no.
"Sark. What the Hell have you done to him?!" Vaughn was my first priority, and at the moment he was laying motionless on the ground, his head pillowed by my lap.
"Don't worry. It's merely a very strong tranq. He'll be up in about 10 minutes. But if you don't want anything worse to happen to your precious Vaughn, I would advise that you come with me." I hate that damn smirk of his.
"Where?"
"Zurich. Mr. Sloane wishes to have a word with you and Agent Vaughn. Get him up." He motioned to Vaughn with his last words.
"Vaughn! You've got to get up!" Still no signs of life. I gently bent down and kissed him, waiting for a response. As soon as it came, I eased away and stood up, pulling his body upright with mine.
"Holy sh-"My finger silenced his lips and he looked at me imploringly.
"We're going to Zurich with Sark. Evidently, Sloane needs to talk to us."
"Are you serious, Syd? You're willingly going to talk to Sloane. The man who virtually stole your life from you?" He stared at me incredulously, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"He threatened to kill you. I wasn't about to let that happen." I smiled and kissed his cheek lightly.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the Guardian Angel." He smiled back and kissed me again.
As we began to walk back towards the plane, I noticed a limp in his step. The after affects of the tranq, no doubt, but he looked like he was in pain.
"Sark!" He turned to face me. "Wait. Vaughn and I need to ask you some questions." To my amazement, he not only waited, but he came back to where we stood. He slipped his arm under Vaughn'' other arm, supporting Vaughn's bad leg.
Vaughn POV
"You'd think I'd be the last person on the face of the Earth to accept help from Julian Sark, but here I was with his arm under mine which was slung over his shoulders. And the worst part is, it doesn't feel wrong. There's something in his eyes that has changed. But it should feel wrong. Especially when he is the man responsible for taking two years out of my girlfriend's LIFE. I couldn't help but question exactly what I was thinking when I accepted his help. But a split-second later, it dawned on me. I trust Sydney more than any other person in the world. She keeps my heart beating. And if Sydney can have faith in this bizarre gesture, so can I.
"Sydney-"
"Agent Bristow," I interrupted him, my jaw set and my teeth clenched. But Sydney softly stroked my arm and that calmed me down a bit.
"Agent Bristow, you mentioned asking me some questions. I'm curious. What are they?" Sark said, mocking me with his first words.
"Yeah, I do. Why does Sloane want to talk to us?"
"He needs to speak with you about the Passenger and the prophecies concerning it."
"There are more prophecies?!"
"Right. I knew I forgot something. I'll explain it all on the plane." I put on my best guilty-as-charged-but-please-don't-press-the-issue-right-now look. And she didn't. Almost.
"But how did you know about it if you weren't CIA anymore?" The one question I was hoping she wouldn't ask.
"Syd, I really don't want to get into this right now..."
"Tough. Explain."
"Alright. While you were—dead your father and I were working together to try to find you. You already knew that. And I told you we didn't get any leads. That's partly true. We didn't get any leads on you. But we did find more prophecies on said Passenger. And we found them because we were working with your mom......" My voice got quieter and quieter with the last four words, hoping desperately that she wouldn't hate me for what I had done.
"ARE YOU NUTS?! MY MOM?! SHE KILLED YOUR FATHER, VAUGHN!! Not to mention she abandoned and betrayed me. She betrayed this country. You could've been killed for working with her!!" Yeah. That's about what I expected. By this point we had stopped walking and she had turned to face me, still supporting me.
"Syd, I know all that. I know the consequences. I know it was stupid and unexpected. Especially from me and your dad. But we were desperate, Syd. You were gone." I searched her eyes for any emotion. And it came. Slowly her eyes fogged over with sadness and caring. They started to pool up with water and she leaned into my body, looking for comfort from a familiar touch. "I am so sorry this had to happen to you, Sydney. So sorry."
"Don't blame yourself, Vaughn. It wasn't your fault," she mumbled into my jacket.
"Yes it was. If I had gotten there sooner, if I hadn't left you...There are so many Ifs. I could have saved you."
"Not your fault." She emphasized her words and leaned up to softly kiss me.
"Well, I hate to break this up, but we really should be getting to the plane." Sark's voice broke into our thoughts and we pulled apart and started walking again.
We got to the plane and boarded it. It was surprisingly nice. I didn't think Sloane would go to that much trouble for us.
Sark came out with a laptop and a couple pads of paper and pens. Obviously he knew more than he had let on about the Passenger and Sydney's disappearance. He gave us the paper and pens, turned the laptop on, and began.
"As you know, your house was lit on fire by Covenant agents after you and Miss Doren fought. But before lighting the house, we came in to pull two bodies out. One of the three was irrelevant, but the other two were very important to us. You were one of the bodies."
"I was one but who was the other. Alison was dead. I killed her myself. So the other must have been..." As Sydney trailed off, Sark pulled off a mask I hadn't known he was wearing and revealed a face I never thought I'd see again. I just stared in disbelief. But Sydney was able to choke out one word.
"Will?..."
(A/N: Betcha didn't see that one coming, huh? Okay, don't kill me. Just review!! Feed back is good...)