A/N: Hey, all! Same disclaimers apply. Not so much West Wing anymore, sorry. But the storylines with the Alias bunch are a little bit more important than Aunt CJ.
I'm sure they'll come back at one point or another. wink
Back to Vaughn's pretty little point of view.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Previously...
Was he lobotomized?
"No, I'm perfectly sane, Irina." He kissed the top of my forehead. "I love you."
I felt my eyes well up. "I love you too, Jack." He smiled for the first time in years and kissed me again.
He gave me a hug, and then turned to Vaughn.
"Nadia and Bill will stay here. The plane is ready. Let's go."
Present time...I have never been so happy to board a plane in my life. Normally, I hate them. The fact that Sydney wasn't there to talk to didn't really help matters much, especially when I was sitting right across from Irina and Jack.
I was kind of hoping that the "meet the parents" dinner would be with her, and not alone on a plane with reheated airplane food. But no dice.
"Vaughn. You okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Jack."
"No problem. It's been a rough 6 months. I'm so glad that I had someone to talk to," he said, looking lovingly at Irina, who blushed in response.
I never pictured Jack as the loving type, but I guess underneath the icy exterior, there is a real human being with real human emotions.
I never pictured Irina as the blushing type either, but I guess she's just like any other human. It's kind of cute, actually, how much she looks like Syd when she blushes. She turns the same shade of pink.
Somewhere between 10 PM and 2 AM, we landed in India. I just remember talking to Sydney when she was in Srinigar.
"You know, some people go miniature golfing with their parents. We go to India to look for nukes."
A smile played on my lips. Jack looked at me curiously, and then smiled. "I remember Sydney talking to you in Srinigar. Something about mini-golf?"
My smile got wider. "She said that some families go mini-golfing, and yet your family goes to India to look for nuclear warheads."
Irina chuckled. "Could be worse. I don't know how, but it could be, I'm sure."
We finally made it to Jack's contact, a jolly Indian man who gave us everything we needed. He also gave us all a reason to laugh.
I had never seen Jack look so ridiculous before. A beard is not a good look for him.
We quickly stole a truck (go Irina) and were on our way to the facility.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an abandoned marketplace. Oddly, I saw two guards guarding something.
A door.
"Irina," I whispered. "They're here."
"Where?"
"THERE!"
"Oh."
We pulled around back and made our way to the guards. Since Irina was good with persuasion (let's face it, Sydney wouldn't be here without that skill), she smiled at the guards and got us in. She then proceeded to knock them both out.
I swear, spying is in their genes or something.
That's when I heard it. His voice.
"Sydney, I'm going to ask you one last time. What do you know about Rambaldi?"
It wasn't Sloane. It was smarmier. It almost sounded like Sark, but it wasn't. Sark's voice was very distinct, and this wasn't that voice.
It was Danny.
God, I wanted to kill him for everything that he did to her.
"I told you, you jackass. I met him in second grade. He was one of my best friends. We painted each other's toenails."
Sydney. The beautiful voice. That sarcasm shining through.
I then heard a loud slap and a moan of pain.
That's it.
We're going in.
Jack bursts down the door. As soon as he does, shots ring out. The first hit is Danny. Thank God. Jack shot Sloane three times, but the bastard still lived. Irina then shot him through the head. "That is for Nadia." Shot him once more. "That's for Bill. And Jack. And Sydney."
As soon as that was taken care of, I finally got to Sydney. Despite all of her bruises, she was still so beautiful.
"Vaughn!" She said, with that gorgeous smile of hers.
"Syd," I said, brushing a kiss on her forehead, "You're safe."
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