Fandom: Alias
Title: Identity Theft
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: T
Summary: She glanced his way with watery eyes, silently begging for consolation. He turned and walked away.
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A/N: Major spoilers for Season 4 of Alias! If you haven't seen the first ep, don't read this fic.
Cold Comfort:
All Sydney Bristow could hear was the frantic shouts and orders flying from the doctor's mouths. They were indistinct, meshed together with the beeping of the machines. The squabbling lasted for a half an hour until Michael Vaughn, her fiancee, was proclaimed dead. They just couldn't save him. He'd been shot multiple times in the torso and legs so there wasn't much they could have done for him anyway. If he had survived he would have needed extensive physical therapy and she was sure he would rather have died than have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
She wished that Vaughn could have seen their baby before he died. Her stomach was slightly round and she was sure that the baby sometimes moved inside her. Isabelle would be its name if it was a girl, and she thought of naming it Michael if it was a boy. Sydney watched with a pale face as her father walked into the waiting room. She got up to fall into his awaiting arms. Jack's expression was tight and controlled. He had to be strong for Sydney.
No tears fell from Sydney's eyes because she had none left to cry. She'd had her share of tragedies in life already. Michael's– no– Andre's death was just another one added to the list.
"Patient Michael Vaughn proclaimed dead at 10:32 pm."
TBC...
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