Title: Three Little Words
Author: Chickiee-Dee
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or its characters.
Summary: Sequel to Secrets and Lies. "Vaughn, I'm pregnant." The three words that changed their lives. S/V.
Authors Notes: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I appreciate it. This next chapter is for you guys. I'm gonna keep updating this, whether people review it or not.
So I got my life somewhat sorted out…it's still a mess, but shit happens. I wanted to update earlier, but I was in hospital on the holidays and I couldn't sit at the computer for too long, and then I just had no inspiration for this…
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And here's the chapter…
Chapter 13Sydney looked over and saw Vaughn's battered body leaning against the far wall. "Vaughn," she whispered, her voice crackly from non-use. She shuffled closer, he was lying deadly still…
"Vaughn," she repeated, trying to find a pulse. It was faint. Not knowing the full extent of his injuries, Sydney carefully lay him down on the floor, and monitored his breathing a little, forgetting the near unbearable pain that she was feeling at the moment. "Vaughn," she said again, after watching him for a few moments. He still didn't reply, but the slow rising and falling of his chest indicated to her that he was still alive. Checking his pulse again, she was relieved to find that it was stronger, if only a little.
The hours passed and Vaughn breathing seemed to improve little by little. His pulse was becoming stronger as the hours passed, leading Sydney to come to the conclusion that the position he was now lying in was better for his airways. Her time spent monitoring his breathing gave her the opportunity to survey the rest of his injuries. She felt along his body, trying to locate any broken bones, relieved when she didn't find any. There was a lot of dried blood around his temple and without making it bleed again, she found a large gash underneath. She tore at the tattered sleeves of her shirt, making the strip of fabric into a temporary bandage, even though the wound wasn't bleeding, she wanted it there in case it did. Tears welled in her eyes, as she watched Vaughn's unconscious form his face bathed in the soft light that had since begun shinning through the small dirty window above them. Sydney tensed as she heard footsteps on the concrete floors outside the room where they were. Hearing a key in the lock, she held Vaughn's limp hand tighter, praying that they weren't going to be separated again.
A burly man came into the room, speaking in a heavily accented voice, "Take her," he signalled as two smaller men came into the room, tearing her away from her fiancé. "I love you Vaughn," she whispered before managing to leave a small kiss on the back of his hand. She struggled against the two men, and was rewarded with an elbow to the stomach for her efforts. The few seconds of blinding pain was enough to stop her struggle and she allowed herself to be dragged down the hall, her severely injured legs trailing behind.
Sydney was dragged into a white room and thrown roughly into a cold steel chair. Her hands and feet were immediately bound to it's frame while the larger of the three men watched, his eyes challenging her to struggle. She didn't attempt to escape knowing that he could kill her before she was out the door. Instead of injuring her upper body, Sark had focused most attention on her lower body, more specifically her legs, knowing that she wouldn't be able to run. The door opened and Sark came into the room, her young daughter held securely in his arms. A sadistic smile spread across his face as he paraded the infant in front of her mother. Sydney struggled against the restraints as she tried to reach the young child. The larger man pulled out his pocket knife, running the blade across Sydney's forearm, leaving a trail of blood in it's wake. Sydney couldn't hold back a scream as he repeated the action on the other arm. The second time however she merely whimpered. "Please," she whispered, "Let me hold her…please."
"Not a chance," Sark told her, once again parading Amanda in front of her mother, watching as Sydney's eyes filled with tears. Amanda started to cry and Sark rocked her back and forth, "It's alright Amanda, Daddy's here…it's alright."
"You sick barstid, you're not her father…" Sydney was cut off by a fist connecting with her jaw. She was about to speak again but stopped when she felt the cold knife blade press against her throat.
Weiss was sitting at his desk in the Ops Centre, rubbing his temples, trying to dull the ache in his head, which had been present since he found out that his friends were now missing along with their daughter. It'd been a week since the last time he'd seen his friends, and he found himself looking over at their desks, trying to convince himself that this whole debacle was just a dream, the red marks on his arms disagreed with him however, and he'd given up pinching himself earlier that day, finally accepting the reality that he may never see Sydney, Vaughn and Amanda again. Lauren approached him quietly, sliding a steaming mug of coffee across his desk, "Eric?" he didn't reply, continuing to stare at the blank computer screen. "Eric?" she repeated, grabbing his chin and forcing him to face her, "We'll find them." He still didn't say anything, and Lauren pushed herself up from the desk, leaving him to brood alone.
Jack slammed the telephone down, startling many of the younger agents, who were already deathly afraid of him. Not bothering to pick the phone up from where it was hanging over the side of the desk, he strode off towards the parking garage. Baxter cheerfully went over to place the phone back in its place on the desk, happily whistling to himself as he passed Weiss's desk. Hearing Baxter's cheerful whistling was all it took to drag Weiss out of his semi-comatose state. He grabbed the unassuming agent by the collar of his shirt, slamming him into a nearby wall, "What the hell have you go to be so happy about?" Weiss waited for a response, "Huh?" Weiss could feel the other man quivering in his grasp and he slowly let him go, shoving him into the wall one more time before striding off in the same direction as Jack.
Hours later Sydney was thrown back into her cell, not even registering the blinding pain of her new injuries. She tried to drag herself over to the scrappy blanket but her arms were numb and she found herself unable to lift her body up even a little. Her lower lip was swollen and her jaw ached from the several different occasions on which it had been unlucky enough to meet with the Burly man's fist. Her stomach burned as she tried to reach the scrap of fabric and when she finally gave up she curled herself into a ball, trying to keep herself as warm as possible, praying that her fiancé was still alive.
A/N: What did ya think? I'll try and update again soon, but no promises. Thanks for reading…:heart: Alyce :D