DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alias, my God, JJ does. Congrats on the Emmies too by the way JJ!
A/N: I wasn't sure what to do with this chapter, I could've done it a lot of different ways but I decided on this. Sark does bring out the worst in Sydney anyway.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sydney Bristow had a flighting suspicion she had done the wrong thing. By the look on his face, and the look on hers reflected in the mirror. Horror. That was it.
He gasped, holding his hands to the wound. A red twinge of blood escaped from his chest. Sydney stood, grounded. His face twisted in pain.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she realised she had no idea what exactly you do say in a situation like this. Doctors, that's what she needed. That's what he needed.
She couldn't call Sloane, and she definitely couldn't call Vaughn. Who was left? No one. She was alone, and it always seemed to hit her at the worst times.
Again, he looked at her. She saw his eyes blink faintly as he slowly began to slide down the wall. He collapsed in a heap on the floor, the blood lying in a puddle around him.
A knock sounded at the door. Marshall.
She turned her back on him and walked to the door, pulling it open she entered her spy mode. She smiled at Marshall.
"Hey Sid."
"Hi. You know what, I feel like going out. Is that ok?"
"Out? Oh, ok sure."
She smiled at him, "Great. Just let me get my coat."
She turned on Marshall and headed back to the bathroom, picking up her coat off the hanger. As she turned back in the direction of the door, she saw him staring at her, his eyes glazed every so slightly with death.
Sydney Bristow took one deep breath, and walked back to Marshall. She hated the person she had become, but it needed to happen.
He would be dead by the time she got back. And if he wasn't, he would be when she was done with him.
A/N: Don't like the new Sydney? I agree. Scary stuff.
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