Alright...part 2...I'm kinda floating through this fan fiction so I know
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(you know the drill...nothing is mine except the story...yup I do not own Vaughn...I'm still upset about that reality)
Sydney immediately grabbed the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Weiss here"
"Eric! I need your help."
"Sydney! Jesus Christ, you and Mike sure as hell know how to keep a guy worried. A simple 5 second phone call would've satisfied me. But no Eric just isn't.."
Sydney was getting impatient and cut right in, "Stop! Listen I need you to charter me a flight to Wittenberg and I need you to keep it low key."
"How low key we talking? Cause you know you're not supposed to be leaving LA right now never mind the country on an unauthorized op."
"Like so low key that we're the only two people that know about it."
"What is this about? Why doesn't Vaughn do it for you?"
"I can't really explain because I don't even know what it's about. As far as I know it's just recon. And as for Vaughn...he's in custody right now. Two agents came about 20 minutes ago."
"Well can't say I didn't see that coming. You know he'll be fine though. Listen I'll charter the flight and I'll come with you."
"No, I want you to go work on helping Vaughn...make sure he's okay. I have to do this alone."
"Syd, you're not going in there with no back up. It's dangerous and also Mike would kill me if I let you."
"Eric, I didn't call for permission I called for a plane and an alias to get into the bank. Which I can take care of myself it would just take a hell of a lot longer."
"Alright, alright. I should've known better than to fight with a Bristow. I'll call you with the flight information. There will be an alias and some basic equipment set-up on the flight. I'm going to call a contact that I have in Wittenberg, his name is John Derver, he'll be your look- out."
"Damn Eric, you work fast."
"Yeah, yeah. Just wait for my call."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
Sydney clicked the end button and quickly packed a bag...she had a trip to prepare for. While throwing a few things in a bag she debating calling her father or not. He was always good to have as back-up but when she called he didn't answer. That was something that rarely ever happened. So she settled with leaving a message explaining to him that she was going to Wittenberg to check something out and she'd call him when she got back. For some reason she didn't want to leave any more information than that. After Lauren's speech about being controlled Sydney didn't know who to trust anymore except herself. That's why she didn't give her dad, or even Weiss more information than what was necessary. The only person she could talk to this about was Vaughn and he was "unavailable" at the moment. Her mind wandered to if he was okay or not, if he was wondering where she was, if he was worried. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of her cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Be at Dover in 20 minutes. You're flight and everything else will be waiting."
"I owe you."
"Yea, apparently you and Vaughn both. Call me when you get there."
"I will, bye."
Vaughn woke up in yet another hospital bed but this time he wasn't in a hospital. He was in a holding cell hooked up to machines handcuffed to the bed. He remembered fighting with the doctors, kicking and yelling, then feeling the needle penetrate his arm. He replayed his conversation that he had with Sydney. She was going to Wittenberg unprotected and alone. He should be with her but he wasn't and there was nothing he could do about it. Less than 5 minutes later Vaughn's door slowly opened and Weiss walked in.
"Hey man, how you feeling?"
"I'm alright, sorry about the gun to your head thing."
"It's cool. But now to get to the stuff you actually care about, Sydney called me."
Eric immediately had Vaughn's attention, "What she say? Where is she?"
"Slow down," Eric took out a pen and pressed on the back, "That'll give us 5 minutes. She's in Wittenberg."
"Alone??"
"No, I sent one of my contacts with her. Syd can handle herself Mike, you of all people know that. She said she'd call when she got back. But she was more worried about you. Have you talked to anyone yet?"
"No, not yet. Where's Dixon?"
"Dealing with the Lauren situation. The office is crazy with yours and Syd's little adventure. Do you two ever take a vacation?"
"Last time it was planned the whole dying thing got in the way."
"Oh right. Almost forgot.
"You should get back, but as soon as Syd calls.."
"I know man, where else would I go?"
"And Eric, I need to get out of her as soon as possible. I have no idea what Syd will find there and I want to be with her."
"I'll talk to Dixon, don't worry about it. With your situation it should be able to be overlooked. Dixon being the director speaks well for you."
"Yea, thanks."
"I've been hearing that a lot lately. I'll see you soon, rest some...you know if that's possible."
(cut to season finale)
Sydney sat, staring. The papers were in her hand, the papers to the truth...the papers to her past present and future. Nothing was hers anymore...everything belonged to the paper. The names were what surprised her the most, and the date...her birthday...not two years ago...the date was the day she was born. The project had been active all her life. Tears came freely and she didn't even bother to wipe them away...in all honesty she didn't feel them, she didn't feel anything. Then there was the man standing in the doorway, he was no longer her father, her ally, or her friend,...to her he was now her enemy.
"You were never supposed to see that."
Was that all he could say? Nothing better? No explanation? No apology? "I hate you. I hate you! I wasn't supposed to see it? Guess what I just did. How the hell do you explain this?"
"I don't have to explain it Sydney, you just read it. It explains itself"
"Don't speak to me, ever again. You saw all the pain in my life, you saw my suffering, you saw me at my lowest points ever and you were the cause of all of them! You're supposed to be my father! You're supposed to protect me! Instead you hurt me and everyone I ever cared about. I hate you!" By now Sydney was up from her seat and mere inches from her father. She went to walk past him and he grabbed her arm to stop her. She yanked it away and punched him full force in the jaw then turned and ran. She ran and ran until she reached a pay phone ten blocks from the bank. She caught her breath and radioed in that she was fine and was about to catch a flight home. Then she cried. How? Why? She didn't understand any of it. She called Eric...he sounded so worried but she told him she couldn't tell him anything over the phone and she needed to talk to Vaughn first.
"Eric, please just have Vaughn out of custody by the time I get home."
"I'm working on it."
"I'll see you in a few hours."
The flight home all Sydney did was recount things in her life. She drew it all out in a journal just to sort her thoughts. The last thing she came to was that name. That name next to her fathers...the one she couldn't ignore. The one that would need the most explaining...the name that would most likely affect her the most...William Vaughn.
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(you know the drill...nothing is mine except the story...yup I do not own Vaughn...I'm still upset about that reality)
Sydney immediately grabbed the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Weiss here"
"Eric! I need your help."
"Sydney! Jesus Christ, you and Mike sure as hell know how to keep a guy worried. A simple 5 second phone call would've satisfied me. But no Eric just isn't.."
Sydney was getting impatient and cut right in, "Stop! Listen I need you to charter me a flight to Wittenberg and I need you to keep it low key."
"How low key we talking? Cause you know you're not supposed to be leaving LA right now never mind the country on an unauthorized op."
"Like so low key that we're the only two people that know about it."
"What is this about? Why doesn't Vaughn do it for you?"
"I can't really explain because I don't even know what it's about. As far as I know it's just recon. And as for Vaughn...he's in custody right now. Two agents came about 20 minutes ago."
"Well can't say I didn't see that coming. You know he'll be fine though. Listen I'll charter the flight and I'll come with you."
"No, I want you to go work on helping Vaughn...make sure he's okay. I have to do this alone."
"Syd, you're not going in there with no back up. It's dangerous and also Mike would kill me if I let you."
"Eric, I didn't call for permission I called for a plane and an alias to get into the bank. Which I can take care of myself it would just take a hell of a lot longer."
"Alright, alright. I should've known better than to fight with a Bristow. I'll call you with the flight information. There will be an alias and some basic equipment set-up on the flight. I'm going to call a contact that I have in Wittenberg, his name is John Derver, he'll be your look- out."
"Damn Eric, you work fast."
"Yeah, yeah. Just wait for my call."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
Sydney clicked the end button and quickly packed a bag...she had a trip to prepare for. While throwing a few things in a bag she debating calling her father or not. He was always good to have as back-up but when she called he didn't answer. That was something that rarely ever happened. So she settled with leaving a message explaining to him that she was going to Wittenberg to check something out and she'd call him when she got back. For some reason she didn't want to leave any more information than that. After Lauren's speech about being controlled Sydney didn't know who to trust anymore except herself. That's why she didn't give her dad, or even Weiss more information than what was necessary. The only person she could talk to this about was Vaughn and he was "unavailable" at the moment. Her mind wandered to if he was okay or not, if he was wondering where she was, if he was worried. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of her cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Be at Dover in 20 minutes. You're flight and everything else will be waiting."
"I owe you."
"Yea, apparently you and Vaughn both. Call me when you get there."
"I will, bye."
Vaughn woke up in yet another hospital bed but this time he wasn't in a hospital. He was in a holding cell hooked up to machines handcuffed to the bed. He remembered fighting with the doctors, kicking and yelling, then feeling the needle penetrate his arm. He replayed his conversation that he had with Sydney. She was going to Wittenberg unprotected and alone. He should be with her but he wasn't and there was nothing he could do about it. Less than 5 minutes later Vaughn's door slowly opened and Weiss walked in.
"Hey man, how you feeling?"
"I'm alright, sorry about the gun to your head thing."
"It's cool. But now to get to the stuff you actually care about, Sydney called me."
Eric immediately had Vaughn's attention, "What she say? Where is she?"
"Slow down," Eric took out a pen and pressed on the back, "That'll give us 5 minutes. She's in Wittenberg."
"Alone??"
"No, I sent one of my contacts with her. Syd can handle herself Mike, you of all people know that. She said she'd call when she got back. But she was more worried about you. Have you talked to anyone yet?"
"No, not yet. Where's Dixon?"
"Dealing with the Lauren situation. The office is crazy with yours and Syd's little adventure. Do you two ever take a vacation?"
"Last time it was planned the whole dying thing got in the way."
"Oh right. Almost forgot.
"You should get back, but as soon as Syd calls.."
"I know man, where else would I go?"
"And Eric, I need to get out of her as soon as possible. I have no idea what Syd will find there and I want to be with her."
"I'll talk to Dixon, don't worry about it. With your situation it should be able to be overlooked. Dixon being the director speaks well for you."
"Yea, thanks."
"I've been hearing that a lot lately. I'll see you soon, rest some...you know if that's possible."
(cut to season finale)
Sydney sat, staring. The papers were in her hand, the papers to the truth...the papers to her past present and future. Nothing was hers anymore...everything belonged to the paper. The names were what surprised her the most, and the date...her birthday...not two years ago...the date was the day she was born. The project had been active all her life. Tears came freely and she didn't even bother to wipe them away...in all honesty she didn't feel them, she didn't feel anything. Then there was the man standing in the doorway, he was no longer her father, her ally, or her friend,...to her he was now her enemy.
"You were never supposed to see that."
Was that all he could say? Nothing better? No explanation? No apology? "I hate you. I hate you! I wasn't supposed to see it? Guess what I just did. How the hell do you explain this?"
"I don't have to explain it Sydney, you just read it. It explains itself"
"Don't speak to me, ever again. You saw all the pain in my life, you saw my suffering, you saw me at my lowest points ever and you were the cause of all of them! You're supposed to be my father! You're supposed to protect me! Instead you hurt me and everyone I ever cared about. I hate you!" By now Sydney was up from her seat and mere inches from her father. She went to walk past him and he grabbed her arm to stop her. She yanked it away and punched him full force in the jaw then turned and ran. She ran and ran until she reached a pay phone ten blocks from the bank. She caught her breath and radioed in that she was fine and was about to catch a flight home. Then she cried. How? Why? She didn't understand any of it. She called Eric...he sounded so worried but she told him she couldn't tell him anything over the phone and she needed to talk to Vaughn first.
"Eric, please just have Vaughn out of custody by the time I get home."
"I'm working on it."
"I'll see you in a few hours."
The flight home all Sydney did was recount things in her life. She drew it all out in a journal just to sort her thoughts. The last thing she came to was that name. That name next to her fathers...the one she couldn't ignore. The one that would need the most explaining...the name that would most likely affect her the most...William Vaughn.
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