Title: Palpable Tension
Author: Saorla
Summary: The fallout following "Resurrection," what the file at the bank in
Wittenbuerg really said. S/V Disclaimer: I own nothing, and probably never will. Don't sue, it's not worth it.
PLEASE Read and Review I PROMISE the other chapters get way better, but the boring stuff has to come first.
After literally returning from the dead to find the love of your life married and all your friends gone, Sydney had full rights to say that her life sucked. And although most of her troubles had changed, and she had found out a little about her missing time, Agent Weiss had NEVER seen her as upset as she was at the present moment.
After Vaughn had used him as a hostage to break out of the hospital, Weiss figured that the big Syd/Vaughn reunion would have taken place and all would have resumed as it was prior to Sydney's disappearing act almost three years ago.
But when Vaughn returned alone and was taken into custody for his latest "rogue adventure," Weiss was slightly confused, to say the least.
Two days later, Vaughn was still locked up, and there was not a sign of Sydney. He finally decide to go and check her apartment to make sure she wasn't hatching a plan to get Vaughn out of lockup or something else crazy like that. What he found instead was a sad and broken woman sobbing on her couch. Wearing what he assumed to be clothes for an alias, Sydney sat in virtual silence except for the occasion gasp for air throughout her sobs.
"Syd?" Weiss questioned quietly.
No response followed his question, and he tried again only this time adding a tap on her shoulder.
"Weiss! What are you doing here? Where's Vaughn? Is he okay? His lung! Eric, how is his lung?" Sydney shot out the questions in a rapid-fire motion, and even as she asked them she was flying into motion. Taking off her wig, digging for her keys, Sydney was in constant motion, already impatiently awaiting Weiss's answers before he heard the questions.
"Weiss! Oh God, you're stalling, what the hell happened? Where is he?!? I need to see him. He was so stupid to come after me like that, he could have been killed!"
By this point Weiss wasn't even following Sydney's obviously one-sided conversation, but instead tried to steer her towards the door, hoping to get her to the car without any injury towards himself due to her erratic, quick, motions in an effort to get herself to Vaughn.
"Whoa, hold it, Syd, I'll get to all that, but first you've got to tell me what had you in tears a minute ago?" Weiss knew that it wasn't every day that you saw Sydney Bristow cry, and when you did; you knew something was terribly wrong.
"I...I...I need Vaughn, he needs to know before anyone else, he'll know what to do. Let's go, I have to talk to him." Eric followed, realizing that even if he told Sydney that she wouldn't be allowed to see Vaughn, she would go anyway.
They arrived at the Ops center in less than ten minutes, although with anyone besides Sydney driving it would have taken a good twenty-five. As soon as Sydney entered the building, all eyes were on her. Had everyone already heard about Lauren? That Vaughn had killed her for Sydney?
Whatever the case, she didn't stick around to find out. She needed to get to Vaughn.
Fifteen minutes later, after screaming at Dixon and most of the agents at the Ops Center, Sydney made her way to Medical Services. What she found was Vaughn in a solitary room, hooked up to an enormous amount of machines. All of them beeping and whirring, helping to keep Vaughn alive. Also, much to Sydney's dismay, Vaughn was handcuffed to the railing of his bed, and his beautiful green eyes were tightly shut.
Sydney sat down on the edge of the bed and swept her hand over his forehead where she placed a light kiss and whispered, "It's just me; you can open your eyes now." Much to her dismay, Vaughn was not faking his slumber and the beautiful jade eyes she wished would greet her remained closed and his body motionless.
She took his hand and prepared to wait as long as she had to so she could tell him what she had found in the vault in Wittenberg.