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28 May 2007 @ 03:23 pm
Vaughn sat atop the building, binoculars pressed to his eyes. The Middle Eastern marketplace was bustling with activity and sounds, a godsend for them. He carefully trained his binoculars on Syd's carrier. He had seen her earlier, and if it weren't for her eyes, he would have never recognized her. But hopefully that was because he spent too much time staring at them, which Sark had not done.

The fine hairs on his neck bristled with apprehension. How old was this kid anyway? And how volatile? He had shot down the heads of the KGB in Hong Kong without a second thought. Where did he get off wielding so much power. The reprecussions of such a brash act would be immense, how could Khausinau even afford them?

Syd's voice crackled to life in his ear. "What have you got?"

"Sark's already in place. One man inside, and one at the gate next to one of ours. He stuck to the plan so far. If anything changes, we're ready." Vaughn informed her, his thoughts back on the mission. He didn't know what was worse, sitting at home at 3 AM nursing a cup of coffee or beer and waiting to hear she was dead or sitting here atop a roof, knowing exactly how much danger she was in. He was inclined to think the former, but occasionally, realities even shocked him.

"After you both test the merchandise, and make the switch, you'll go your separate ways." He said as she walked inside, his breath hitching in his throat.
30 April 2007 @ 11:02 am
What a day.

After unexpectedly extracting Noah Hicks, her ex from the past, Sydney was bombarded with tons of feelings that she doesn't know what to make of. It had been so long since she'd seen him, and they hadn't exactly ended on a good note, either.

Sighing, Sydney walked into the warehouse, already able to see Vaughn there waiting for her.

She knew that he'd probably ask about Noah, and honestly, Sydney wasn't sure how she would answer. They had a history together, yes, but Vaughn was the man Sydney was hoping she'd ALSO have a history with.

Why does it have to be so complicated? She only wished she knew the answer.

((go ahead love))
13 April 2007 @ 06:27 pm
Michael Vaughn pulled up to their now familiar self-storage, his emotions pulled in a thousand different directions. Relief, pain, regret, love (he still had no idea what to do with that one), concern; generally, all the reactions inspired whenever he saw Sydney Bristow, with varying degrees of intensity.

On top of his entirely conflicted feelings about Syd since the heartwrenching afternoon and evening of the day before yesterday, Alice's father has passed during the Syd crisis. The funeral was in three days. And Alice was an emotional wreck, and he automatically felt compelled to help her. You self-destructive idiot. You have just decided that you love Syd, and yet you're spending your time with Alice in your arms. One voice argued. Her father just died! You needed someone to be there for you, and there was no one! To abandon her would be far worse, as it would be completely and horrifically selfish. His thoughts were broken as he cut the ignition, looked around, and stepped out.

The moon was cloaked by a thin cloud cover as he walked in. He had been asleep, or at least trying to sleep when she called. 12:45. The minute he heard her voice, he was wide awake. He had wanted to contact her, but he figured she needed time, she had driven her car into the fucking ocean, not to mention the cloud of suspicion surrounding them. That didn't mean that she had left his thoughts, not in the least. In fact, the exact opposite, she was all he could think about. In less than five minutes, he was driving down the road.

He caught a glimpse of her as he approached their cage, and took a deep breath. Opening the door, he suddenly couldn't control his response. Wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace, he buried his head in her shoulder and neck. Exhaling slowly, he whispered with a soft reverence, "Sydney." He took a beat, before swallowing the lump in his throat, "Thank god. You have no idea."

Hearing her gasp slightly, he suddenly took notice of how tightly he was holding her. Dear god, he practically assaulted her. But he had to know she was real. That she was here with him, and wasn't going to die or leave him any second. Loosening his grip quickly, he took a step back. He had been so scared, so devastated, a shock and pain he couldn't surpress even though he knew that she perfectly fine, at least physically, standing right in front of him. He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment, and willing his very creased forehead to relax.

"Sorry. I was..." he trailed off, searching for the words. "I don't know." He finished. "Just promise me you will never, in a million years, do that again." His eyes found hers as he gripped her shoulder lightly, still convincing him that yes, she was there, she was real.
05 April 2007 @ 03:03 pm
Oh yay. More interrogating.

Those were Sydney's only thoughts as she was led into an empty, white room. Yes, she had told them that they could do all the tests they wanted, but she had an even weirder feeling about this.

Sitting down in a chair, annoyingly handcuffed, she sighed as a tall man came into the room.

Ms. Bristow, I'm special officer Kendall, FBI. Ms. Baker, Mr. Dunn. You're being held under national security directive 81A. Per the directive, we can legally file formal charges against you based on current evidence. We would appreciate your cooperation in answering a series of questions. If you choose legal counsel, then this meeting is canceled and we'll determine the charges based on current evidence. It's your decision.

"I've got nothing to hide."

And with that, the questions started coming. And coming. And coming.

After a very lengthy period of time, Sydney still sat in the same chair, eyes looking tired and bored.

"What happens if I have to go to the bathroom?" she asked aloud, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I think we can arrange that.

Sighing again, she put her heads in her hands, as the questions continued.

I just have one more question. Do you believe Rambaldi was a prophet?

Sitting up in her chair, as much as she could anyway, Sydney sighed, looking at him.

"Do you? You're not going to let me go..are you?"

The discouraging tone of her voice was overpowering.

We're done for today.

"Wait! Mr. Kendall!"

Her words seemed unheard as she was led out of the building by two FBI agents.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires and brakes were heard and Sydney was being aimed at by two armed men wearing masks.

You--come with us! Let's go! GO, GO!

Immediately doing what they instructed, she was pushed into their van, falling down onto the floor as the two men removed their masks.

What the fuck?

"Vaughn? Weiss? What the hell are you guys doing??!"

((hope that's okay..your turn now heh.))
04 April 2007 @ 10:38 pm
Michael Vaughn stood in front of the counter of their favorite Chinese place, suddenly worried and anxious. Now the scare with Syd had passed (Jack said she was at home), he just realized that his ex was breaking and he had to be there to keep her together. Did he mention that said ex and he did not end their relationship on great terms? With his job, her sudden insecurities, and of course, Syd (which considering he could never a functioning relationship with her until they took down one of the world's most formidable crim syndacites, played a much bigger role than it should have) they had agreed that space was the best thing. Lots and lots of space. As in, he hadn't seen her since.

Beef lo mein, kung-pao chicken, crab rangoon was scrawled on the piece of paper stapled to his take out bag. He smiled ruefully, some things you never forget. He knew her favorite foods, it could have been his job, hell, he knew what kind of wine Syd liked and he only saw her in a deserted warehouse and in a CIA ops center.

Driving to her place, a myriad of thoughts swirled. What would she say about him showing up like this? God, that was preemptive and stupid to promise her on the phone. But she sounded so sad and heartbroken that he couldn't help it. As he pulled up, he straightened his shirt and briefly checked over his appearance. He was still uncertain. He had ended things so badly with Alice, and Syd was a fantasy. He refused to delude himself into thinking that SD-6 and especially the Alliance would be taken down anytime soon, he could only hope that it would be while they were both still alive. He was pondering. Undoubtedly, he had fallen for Syd. But maybe it was the idea of her. Maybe he should have tried harder at his relationship with Alice. He wasn't the kind of man who through away relationships for a woman that was way out of his league.

After heaving a sigh, he rang the doorbell. Several moments later, he heard the padding of feet and the sound of locks being undone. Putting a small smile on his face, he was greeted with the relieved and brave smile of Alice.

"Oh god, Michael, you came. I didn't think you would, I'm sorry to-" She started, as he looked her over. She hadn't changed much since he had left her, same lovely body, the same face, although he thought her hair changed slightly. Taking inventory of the black smudges under her eyes and the tissue clasped lightly in her hand, he knew she had been crying.

"Shhh. It's okay. I knew your dad too, remember?" He searched her with his eyes. All thoughts of romantic relationships flew out of his mind. At this moment, she was the sister who needed comfort.

"Yeah. It's you. Of course you came." She looked down with an embarassed smile. "Oh, come in, of course, sorry. Can I take your coat?"

Stepping into the hallway, Michael looked down at her small frame. "Alice. It's fine. You're not hosting a dinner party, honey. I brought your favorite from that Chinese place."

Finally looking up at him, she smiled. "Thank you. so much. I really appreciate you coming, I know how busy you are." She said as they walked into the kitchen. Still the same apartment, but the furniture had been rearranged. The Lifetime Movie Network was on mute in the background. Michael raised his eyebrows slightly, he never understood females, but refrained from comment. Sitting down across from each other, the silence stretched to uncomfortable as she retrieved the plates.

"So..." He began, "How have you been?"

"Uh, good, yeah, good. Well aside from Dad, and well- yeah." She trailed off. For the next few minutes the only sound thyat could be heard was the clang of silverware and chewing.

"God. Michael, it's just been so hard." Alice sniffed slightly. "He's- he's so pale and he barely has the stregnth to talk."

"C'mon." He took her hand gently and led her over to the couch, both sitting down, his arms around her shoulders as she leaned against his chest. "Don't think about him like that. Think about the time we went over for that fourth of july barbeque." He soothed.

"Yeah." She smield slightly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I remember. And you burned the steak." She settled into the crook of his neck, old habits coming back easily.

"I did not. It was well -one." Michael mock-protested.

"You couldn't chew it." Alice raised her eyebrows and he smiled back. Teh silence turned comfortable as he rubbed her arm soothingly. "I missed you." She said softly.

"Alice..." Michael trailed off, knowing she was trying to divert the conversation.

"Yeah, yeah, face your problems." Alice gave him a rueful glance. "I know what you're gonna say, Michael." He simply looked back at her. "And yeah, you're right, per usual." She conceded. Suddenly, her voice cracked. "I'm gonna miss him so much." She sobbed.

Wrapping his arms around her, he whispered placating nothings until her tears abated as he rubbed them away with his thumbs. The rest of the night was spent on the couch watching a rather insipid made for TV movie broken by soft cries and passing of tissues. Finally, checking his watch, he realized that he had to get home.

"Alice, Alice, darling. I have to get home." He shook her slowly awake as her eyelids fluttered.

"What? Oh yeah, Michael, I'm so sorry to have kept you so long." She got up and led him to the doorway, "but you really helped. Thank you so so so much. This means alot to me."

"Losing a father is never easy." He hugged her softly before opening the door. "Call me if you need anything. And if I don't answer, I'm probably on business, but if anything about your dad, please call."

She stood in the doorway, looking at his retreating form with an odd look in her eyes. "You haven't changed, Michael." He looked back at her for a moment before wishing her a good night and going back in his car.
29 March 2007 @ 03:11 pm
His urgent message was heard loud and clear, and she responded immediately.

Coming into the warehouse, Sydney could see that he was already standing in their usual spot, but this time.. something was wrong.

With a breath held inside, she walked up to him, forcing herself to not smile too soon.

"I came as fast as I could. Vaughn, what's going on?"

Her words echoed throughout the building, none of his yet said.

She could see the worry and fear in his eyes, but she couldn't understand why. Something was majorly wrong. Looking at him, she thought that she had never seen him look like this.. ever.

He still didn't speak, and her concern began to rise.

"Vaughn.. what is it?" she asked, moving closer to him.

((go ahead love))
26 March 2007 @ 06:29 pm
Vaughn pulled his car up to their notorious self-storage cage. His mind flashed back to the comfortable Chinese restaurant that Jack and his handler met at. He sighed petulantly. One could hardly sit down here without getting splinters up their ass.

Or do you think it's the meetings that she has with you? Jack Bristow's contemptuous, condescending voice ran in his mind. He quickly shook it out. No, he would not let Jack Bristow intimidate him when the man wasn't even there. He had a rock solid reason for wanting to meet Syd. Maybe. Okay, not really, but he could bullshit it. Hopefully.

He fixed the shirt cuffs on his blue oxford as he waited for her to arrive, mentally making something up as he waited for her to arrive. And then she did. Dressed up, looking absolutely stunning and gorgeous. The words flew out of his mouth. He visibly gulped.

"Hi." He managed as he pulled the door open for her. It was his small gesture of unnecessary chivalry that he performed automatically, since his actual wits had flown away the moment she stepped into his view. "Erm...wow."

Wow. That was intelligent. He scratched his neck and looked away before remembering to move aside to allow her in.
18 March 2007 @ 12:16 pm
Looking like she's walking into SD-6 like any normal day, Sydney ignores Jack's protests being thrown at her.

Sydney! This is suicide! You can't do this!

Still ignoring him, she walks into the elevator.

"Dad, you can't stop me." was all she said to him, her face remaining the same as before.

Suddenly, the elevator stops and the emergency lights flip on.

"What the--"

Jack tries the phone hanging on the opposite wall.

Dead. But a blackout wouldn't shut down security.

Sydney looks at him.

Catching them both off guard, the elevator starts back up again.

Emergency lockdown procedures. The elevators are returning to SD-6. The doors will automatically open.

Sydney nods to him.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, they were nowhere to be seen.

After coming into a control room, Sydney and Jack hook up camera screens, frantically flipping through them to find the others.

There are six hundred cameras hidden throughout SD-6.

Finally finding the others, Sydney gasps.

"Latest military specs. I see four. Wait. Five. There's most likely more."

Still flipping through the feeds, Jack stops on one that appears to be the vault room.

"What are they trying to get in the vault?" Sydney asked, confused.

We should be in the vault in 10 minutes.

"Ten minutes!? Dad?"

Sydney looks to him for an answer, anything.

Sloane must have activated the emergency failsafe. There are five hundred pounds of C-4 strategically placed within the substructure of this building. Opening the vault will trigger that C-4. All underground levels will collapse, burying any evidence that the Los Angeles cell of SD-6 ever existed.

"Greeaat." Sydney's voice was filled with anything but enthusiasm.

After trying to scramble the vault code, Sydney gets herself back to the control room, but Jack wasn't so lucky.

She sees a note on the camera screen for her.

Follow this map to the three locations where the C-4 explosives are set. You must deactivate all three C-4 packages before the vault door opens. Each set of C-4 charges are located behind the steel plate at the end of the corridor marked on the map. Good luck.

Here we go.

Underground, Sydney finally comes to the end of the hallway, a steel plate visible just like Jack had said.

Going up to it, she sees that it's bolted into place. A fire estinguisher should do the trick. After spraying the bolts a few times, she runs out of juice.

"No no no no no!!!"

In another second, she is using pliers that she made herself from a few things that were around her. Clever spy thinking.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the panel, finally revealing the C-4.

"Oh god."


After taking out a necessary opponent, Sydney is about to return to the C-4 through a nearby door when she sees someone opening it from the other side.

Her gun at the ready, she grabs the persons arm, twisting it around, causing them to flip over, but their gun still pointed.

Sydney hits the back wall, her gun pointed at the person, until she turns around. Her eyes wide, she pants for breath.

What the hell?!

17 March 2007 @ 11:40 pm
Vaughn's annoyance with Haladcki had mildly abated over his pizza with Weiss, though his concern for Sydney was still there full-force. Weiss tried to convince him that Syd would never be so stupid to quit here and now, despite Irina, but he hadn't been there. Michael knew that when Sydney Bristow set out to do something, she saw it through. Not a single person would be able to refute that. As much as he wanted to go that hockey game with ehr, he was quite sure that Sloane would not hesitate to put a bullet through her head if she decided to get "out". Wasn't he real enough for her? He sighed, he had long resigned himself to the fact he would never have a white picket fence, especially since he had met Sydney Bristow.

And the entire situation with Syd's mom and his dad that Haladki just had to comment on, he wondered when his life suddenly took a turn for the dramatic. Sucks was putting it lightly. Couple it with Syd's latest attitude about leaving SD-6 and their attraction that he was now so desperately trying to ignore, he just wanted to curl up under the papers on his desk until it all blew over. No such luck. He got to see Barnett. Goddamn. Meetings with Barnett could be soothing, but they usually meant that your superiors were a psychopath and needed to see what the hell was up with you fast.

The usual pleasentries went by nicely, after all, she was a shrink and he was determined to stay out of trouble for Syd's sake. Hwoever, his time was being wasted, time that could be used to mull over his situation further until he came to a conclusion.

"But, I-I think this might be a waste of time. You wanted to see me because we've learned that Sydney Bristow's mother was a KGB operative who killed my father, among others." He stated, his voice as even as possible.

"Yes" Barnett replied, in the psychiatrist voice that revealed absolutely nothing.

"Which is not ideal news, obviously, and yes, it's emotional, but I already knew he was killed and it happened almost twenty years ago. You know? So I really don't think I require crisis management. There's-there's no crisis." Vaughn became vaguely annoyed, he could deal with this. Some alcohol, some deep thinking, then talking to Syd. He was not on the verge of breaking, it had been 20 years and he was a grown man for heaven's sake.

"Everything you say to me I will keep confidential." Vaughn relaxed slightly. Well, as long as his exact words didn't get back to Devlin, he wasn't in too much shit. Better than a debrief. He forced a smile to his face.

"I wanted to talk to you about your relationship with Ms. Bristow. How often do you meet with Sydney?" Vaughn's guard immedietly went up and his emotional walls came crashing down. This was none of Barnett's business. Who the hell told her to look into this?

"Uh, a couple of times a week. Three or four sometimes." Vaughn tried to keep his voice, casual, yet he had the feeling that she was seeing through him.

"Only about operations?"

"Uh... we have met on occasion when Sydney wanted to talk to me about what was happening within SD-6 or regarding her father, when she believed he was a KGB agent and not her mother." Vaughn replied, cautiously, unwilling to let on that those meetings meant so much to both of them. He was her confidant, to say the least.

"You and Sydney... have a friendship?" Barnett said, in a way that suggested something else.

Vaughn became immedietly defensive, his prior resolution for calm fading, "She needs someone to talk to. I think you'd appreciate that. I'm the only person she can confide in." Did this lady not understand the fact that Syd practically ate trauma for breakfast?

"So you feel that your relationship with Ms. Bristow is fully appropriate, that it falls within the guidelines of agent and handler?"

That was it. This was way beyond the lines of appropriate. "What are you asking me?" Vaughn furrowed his brows, thinly veiling his anger.

"I have gotten some reports about your behavior recently."

"Reports from who?" Vaughn demanded, someone was going to get his ass kicked. Who the hell reported him? Syd had an amazing track record, if a colorful one.

"After the incident in Tuscany when you sent in an extraction team-"

"Hey, hey, SD-6 issued an order to have Sydney killed!" Vaughn protested, irate. they couldn't criticize him for trying to protect Syd's life! That was his job, for heaven's sake!

"-to protect Sydney, I've been following your work. Mostly very good."

Well, he had stuck his foot in his mouth. He backed down slowly, "Thank you. That's very nice." It had came out a bit snippier than intended.

"Did you purchase a Christmas gift for Agent Bristow?"

Vaughn was speechless as he glanced around the room. HOW THE HELL HAD THEY FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT? And who the hell was she to ask?

"Uh, I'm not familiar, Dr. Barnett, with the regulations preventing officers from celebrating with their co-workers, a fairly widely recognized holiday such as Christmas." His voice was tense, as he silently demanded the explanation.

"May I ask you what the gift was?" Barnett inquired, Vaughn silently answered, 'not a chance in hell!'

"I'd like you to tell me who's been reporting me." Whoever the hell had the insolence to question him was going to get it, and whoever it was better have the balls to fess up so he could kick their ass.

"I can't tell you that." Vaughn was beginning to hate her infernal calm. Fuck protocal!

"Then I'm just going to have to guess." His voice was deathly low. He had no doubt who it was now. Haladki was dead rotting meat on the LA asphalt.
Walking into the abandoned storage facility, Sydney smeared already fallen tears across her face. She hadn't slept at all the night before, her night being filled with endless tears and punches thrown against her pillow.

A weak smile was cast as she approached Vaughn; no words could possibly explain or cover how she was feeling or what she even wanted to say to him. Nothing at all.

Beginning to cry once again, she immediately tried stopping, although it didn't work too well. Covering her face with her hands, she just stood there, a total mess.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Vaughn. I shouldn't be the one crying." She tried to manage the words, but all that came out were drowned sobs.

She couldn't even think. Betrayal. That was the only thing she felt right now. Her mother. Her perfect, good hearted, innocent school teacher mother.. was a murderer. A KGB agent who killed Vaughn's father. Those thoughts were almost too hard for her to hold onto, her cries winning over them once again. Nothing she had believed of her was real. Nothing at all. Her life was an 'assignment' she was to complete, to fabricate a marriage together with a CIA agent. To have a child.

Was that planned too? Was she just some means to an end?

She didn't know, and honestly, she never wanted to find out. Sometimes believing a lie is better than knowing the truth.

After several minutes of silence, finally, she tried her hardest to speak.

"There's this woman, her personality like a collage I've put tlogether from the photographs, the few memories I have, scraps of stories I've heard, the clothes of hers I've got... her books. And none of it's real. She wasn't that woman at all. She was..." She paused, trying desperately to hold herself together.

"She was a horrible person... who killed your father."

Another deep breath sufficed for the long pause between them.

"I'm so sorry Vaughn. Really I am."

Looking up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, she just stood there, not knowing what else to say.