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29 March 2007 @ 03:11 pm
page 47.  
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.

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vaughnincognito on March 30th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
Vaughn was fighting back sheer panic, and he was afraud that he couldn't hold out much longer. What the fuck was Syd's face doing on some 500- year old manuscript of some crackpot that fanatics (and governments) were spending millions to find? It could mean several things- maybe it was an angel or something, he would believe that, it could also mean she was the catalyst of the apocalypse. One thing was for certain, there would be so much inquiry and crap that there was no way this could turn out very good.

Damnit, why couldn't she drive faster? Because she would crash and die and there would be no point to any of this, idiot. Vaughn clenched and unclenched his fingers. How the hell did this Rambaldi guy know what Syd looked like?!

Oh thank god, she wasfinally here. She began to make inquiries, and he formulated his words.

Taking a deep breath, he began, "Remember that vial of liquid Cole was after in the SD-6 vault?" He took a beat for her to get on the same page, no pun intended. "We used it on the blank page to get the ink to show up."

He remained silent for several moments as she scrutinized him, trying to figure out what was going on. Well, there was no way she could guess this one. Best bite the bullet, then. He sighed. He didn't know what her reaction would be, but he really hoped she wouldn't be shooting the messenger, since, in her case, it could be quite literal.

"Look, we're not sure, uh... we don't know what it means. That's sort of the problem. I have the page with me and I'd like you to see it. " Vaughn finished. Might as well let Rambaldi speak from beyond the grave.

He opened up the folder carefully protecting the page. A page he had spent the last hour absolutely freaking out over. The page from which a cruelly beautiful image of Sydney stared back at him, surrounded by writing.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 30th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC)
Sydney could definitely tell that something was wrong now. He was just acting so.. weird.

Nodding, she silently responded to his question.

He pasued, looking down after a deep breath.

Look, we're not sure, uh... we don't know what it means. That's sort of the problem. I have the page with me and I'd like you to see it.

"Okay..Vaughn you're acting really freaky."

A smile came across her face as if it was all some sort of joke, but as soon as her eyes saw what was in front of them, that smile was history in seconds.

What. The. Fuck. Is that ME??!

Looking down at it, this picture of her, her eyes almost didn't believe themselves. But no. It was her. It was HER! It had to be her. But how in HELL did rambaldi know what she looked like? That was FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO?! Holy god. What the fuck was going on?!

Slowing moving her eyes back up to his, she could tell that he didn't know what to say, and neither did she.



vaughnincognito on March 30th, 2007 02:24 am (UTC)
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I have no idea." He answered her unspoken query. "Don't sweat it." Closing the folder, he gave her a rueful smile before excusing himself to freak out some more. Right after he just told her not to sweat it. Great. But it was for the best, it was his job to worry and plan like a maniac, and hers to carry out what all that worrying and planning deemed the best course of action. He sighed.

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Vaughn read the paper bag. Thank god, she was safe. Every mission she went on managed to make him hold his breath, even the more straightforward ones.

Looking in the rest of his inbox, he saw a letter adressed to him from Alice. What did she want? He left it where it was, vowing to read it after this entire page 47 crap was al sorted out.

After going out to find some coffee (he was on his third cup of the morning), he was shocked to find a random woman rooting through his office. What the hell? This was the CIA, nobody ever rooted through offices!

"Who the hell are you?" Vaughn wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Carson Evans, DSR. We have authorization." She replied, showing him a piece of paper. He snatched it from her hands and perused it. Shit. She did. Wait, DSR as in department of special research? Paranormal? You HAD to be kidding.

Marching out of his office, he stormed down to Devlin's office, storming back out a few moments later. The National Security Agency wanted Syd? What. the. hell. Sure, her picture happened to be in some manuscript. She was gorgeous, any painter could have made a woman who looked similar more beautiful until it looked like her. He wondered, and not for the first time, if the entire US government was being run by monkeys on crack. And the loop was closed? HE was the one closest to Syd, not some random DSR guy.

Walking to his phone, he snatched it up and called Syd. "Sydney, this is Michael Vaughn. Meet in the usual spot, we need to talk. Bye."
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 30th, 2007 02:45 am (UTC)
Jesus. Another urgent message. Greeatt.

Coming into their all too familiar storage facility, Sydney walked up to Vaughn... fast.

"Hey, I got your message. If this is about the photos, I encoded them onto jpegs."

She spoke fast, really wanting to know what the hell was going on this time, apart from every other goddamn thing.

vaughnincognito on March 30th, 2007 02:55 am (UTC)
Vaughn had been pacing, only forcing himself to stop when she came into view.

"Forget the surveillance photos." Vaughn cut her off. "You're being investigated by the DSR." He stared at her, wondering if she understood the full implications of this. Judging by her confused look, she didn't. He walked up to her to explain.

"Department of Special Research. And it was created during World War II to investigate Nazi interest in the occult. After the war, an executive order was signed, empowering them to investigate fringe science, uh, parapsychology, remote viewing--" She cut him off, he was rambling. Right, the point.

"They want to know why your picture is in the Rambaldi book." Vaughn interjected before she could say anything, "No, I know it seems ridiculous."

He looked at her processing the information, the look of determination on her face. No. Absolutely not. He was not going to let the DSR use Syd as a lab rat. He breathed deeply, his focus settling in. They would find a way out of this. And seriously, where did thye get off on this? Syd was a great asset to the nation, not a threat!
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 30th, 2007 03:39 am (UTC)
Sydney was so stunned and shocked that she was unable to even say anything.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

No, I know it seems ridiculous.

"No. It IS ridiculous. A picture, not mine, was in the rambaldi book. A five hundred year old manuscript." She said this stressing every single word.

"For all we know, it could be anyone. Millions of women have looked like that. My mother looked like that. Maybe it's a picture of my mother."

Wow. She hadn't even thought of that until now.

This was so INSANE, it was almost incomprehensible.

vaughnincognito on April 4th, 2007 02:07 am (UTC)
Vaughn knew Syd was going to get defensive before she even started and automatically resigned himself. She had every right to be. He just hoped she wasn't going to shoot the messenger.

"Look, they took my files. Everything I have concerning you. Now, at our next scheduled debriefing, they're going to bring you in for questioning. I just wanted to give you a heads-up." Vaughn explained firmly, but gently.

Her mother? Her mother was dead. And he wished she would stay part of his hazy past. Killed his father. Killed. He bit his lip. No, damnit, stop. This was not about him in any way, shape or form. He was there to support Syd, not dump his angst on her. Jesus.

"Well, they don't think so. Your mother is dead and they have reason to believe the woman in this picture is still alive. DSR partially decoded text from that page, and apparently Rambaldi refers to future dates indicating this woman is still alive. The DSR is referring to this text by name. They're calling it 'The Prophecy.'" He looked at her with weary eyes and a rueful smile, searching to see how she was taking it. He was hoping, praying that her fierce determination, stregnth would flare up.

"Syd, listen. The DSR is fucking insane, don't let them hurt you, okay?" He clasped her hand lightly as he searched her with concerned eyes. THey would do things that would definately never make it to the eyes of the American government. Normally, they deserved it through and through, but this was Sydney. Who had never wanted to ever hurt her country. This situation was just generally pissing him off.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 4th, 2007 02:50 am (UTC)
Syd, listen. The DSR is fucking insane, don't let them hurt you, okay?

His voice was gentle but powerful, and for a brief moment, she felt safe. When his hand touched hers, Sydney suddenly felt a tingle shoot up her arm, and it was one of the best feelings she'd ever experienced..at least she thought so.

Looking into his eyes, so filled with concern, a smile came across her face.

"I know Vaughn..I know." she replied, almost in a whisper. Almost as if they were the only two people in the world. Nothing else existed really..when he looked at her. Nothing at all.

"Do you know anything about this so-called questioning that they're going to have me go through?" she asked, concern rising in her voice as well.
vaughnincognito on April 4th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
He became entranced in her eyes, the stregnth combined with the vulnerability was intoxicating. The soft cadence of her voice, she had him-- it was irrefutable. He gave her a soft smile until the moment was broken by the necessity of business.

Dropping his hand, now suddenly feeling cold, he looked away and sighed.

"No, I'm sorry Syd. I tried to find out, they wouldn't tell me. Probably inane questions. think the test you have to take to get into the agency, just ten times worse. But I would advise you to cooperate. Look, I'll be there, okay? You won't see me, but trust me, I won't leave." He reassured her. He was her handler. He had every right to be there. The room was laden with ominious tension, and he tried to lighten the mood.

"You would tell me if you are some alien, right?" He quipped. "Because if everyone on your planet looks like you, I'm moving." He mentally smacked himself, wow, lame at best. He sighed. "Look, I gotta go to fill out some paperwork, but I'll be there. Good luck." He smiled.

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"Agent Vaughn, Alice called. She sounded distraught." His assistant informed him with a reproahcful look. He ran a hand through his hair. God, what did she want? He didn't have time for this. Nonetheless, being the person he was, he promptly called her back.

"Hello?" A broken voice trying to be strong answered. Immedietly, he dropped his previous attitude, what was wrong? Alice wasn't normally this emotional.

"Alice, this is Michael Vaughn." He said, tentatively.

"Oh, ohmygod, Michael. You called back. Did you get my note? I couldn't find your office phone number earlier, and you weren't answering your cell." He picked up the slight quaver in her voice. She still kept his numbers? What? Then, he looked at his PDA. Okay, he still had hers, but only because he had been too busy to delete them.

"No, I'm so sorry, I hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. And I was in a meeting this morning. Alice, darling, what's wrong?" He asked soothingly, slipping back into the past familiarity at her distress.

"It's my, my dad. I know you liked him. He's really sick, Michael, I don't- I don't know what to do. The doctors, they don't," her voice broke, "they don't think he's gonna make it. I wouldn't have called you, but he's only got a couple of weeks."

Michael felt his heartstrings clench. Her father was such a good man, they had shared good times. And he knew all too well what it was like to lose a father. It crushed your world. "God, Alice, I- I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry, honey. Are you holding up okay?"

"Me? I'm f- fine." She tried to reassure him unconvincingly.

"No, you're not. Look, Alice, I'm really busy today, but I'm gonna come over tonight, okay? I'll bring supper. You'll be okay." He soothed, ignoring Weiss' confused look at the door.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Michael, I know how demanding your job is. I- I'll see you tonight. Promise?" Michael closed his eyes, biting his lip. She sounded like a scared child, the scared child he was when he was told daddy wasn't coming back this time.

"I promise." He replied. looking at the door, Weiss was signally. "I gotta go though, Alice, take care of yourself, okay? I-" He cut himself off, he didn't really love her, hadn't loved her for a long time, but it was a habit. "I'll see you tonight, bye."

"What the hell?" Weiss exclaimed.

"Alice's father is dying." Vaughn explained.

"Oh." Weiss said, the silence uncomfortable. "Well, 15 minute til Syd's 'information gathering' session begins."

And in a few minutes, all thoughts of Alice washed out of his head as he was suddenly beside himself with worry for Syd as he paced. He quickly made his way over to the room adjoining the cold interrogation room.

And when she walked in, lithe body moving with perfect grace, head held high, determined set to her jaw, she took his breath away. He wrung his hands. They wouldn't hurt her. She wouldn't let them. He wouldn't let them.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 4th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
Ohh here we go again.

That was the only thought running through Sydney's head as she walked into that interrogation room.

Not being able to see Vaughn, her fist suddenly clenced lightly. God, what the fuck was she doing here.

Sitting there, being as cooperative as possible while still fuming inside, Sydney answered every single question that was thrown at her.

When they seemed like they were finally done, she looked up towards the glass on the other side of the room, knowing that somewhere behind it, Vaughn was watching.

Would you be willing to come with us, please? We have some physical examination we need to do.

Her eyes went wide. Oh no no no.

"Excuse me?" she replied, obviously starting to get pissed off..even more.

General tests. An MRI, lumbar puncture, blood work--


"No no, I don't think so." She said, looking her square in the eyes.

Agent Bristow. It would be better for you to submit now.

Oh this was done.

"No. I have been nothing but cooperative! I have answered every question you've asked, no matter how ridiculous. But that's as far as this goes! You want to touch me, you have to tell me everything starting with what this prophecy says. I'm tired of this shit."

Sydney could see the look of surprise painted on her face, but she really didn't care at this point how 'polite' she was.

I'm sorry. You don't have clearance for that information.

A beat passes.

"Well, then I guess you won't be getting any further in your 'investigation.' I have work to do."

Making a move towards the door, her fists clenched at her sides, Sydney was not about to let anything or anyone stop her from leaving.

She ran her eyes across the guards face, nothing showing in them but rage and determination.

"Move out of my way, or I will make you move out of my way."

Her voice was deathly serious, hinting at no sarcasm whatsoever.

After a few seconds, he finally moved and she walked out, wanting to punch a fucking wall.






vaughnincognito on April 4th, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
Vaughn was six feet, one hundred ninety four pounds of nervous tension. His forehead was in a permenant wrinkled state as he watched the battery of questions. God, she had to be so exhausted by now, why couldn't they just let her go? He was going to march in there himself and rescue her if he didn't know that the guard would probably shoot him and if he got away with it, Syd would probably shoot him herself for doing somehting so stupid without informing her first.

He cradled his head in hands, how much could they possibly have to ask her. He found himself dumbstruck, not for the first time, at her stregnth as he stared at her through the one-way mirror.

His irritation onlt increased when Haladki wlaked in. Of course, his luck, he was so incredibly stressed and his least favorite person had to walk in. And he was treating it as if it were some fucking movie. He sighed wearily as Haladki left.

Taking off his jacket, he switched his position yet again, it was going to be a long, long day. In high school, he despised the moronic Sadie Hawkins dance so much. While, like every other male, his ego hated rejection and usually dismissed it as coquette, he hated waiting like none other. And with Syd, he had to wait and pray she came out of all of this in one piece.

"We need to cut this short." Haladki informed them. Fninally, for once, Haladki was on to something. However, short didn't necessarily mean better when it came to the DSR.

"What is it?" He snapped.

"Sorry. 'Need to know' only." Haladki informed him in a smug tone that Vaughn just wanted to wipe off his face.

Noentheless, in a minute, an agent walked in and showed a file to the interrogators.

PHYSICAL EXAMINATION? What the hell? God no, Syd, don't let them take you anywhere.

"What the hell's going on?" Vaughn growled at Haladki. He received no answers, so instead turned his attention to Syd's action.

He surpressed a smile of pride as Sydney stalked out of there. Smirking at Haladki as he walked out of the door, he tried to catch up with Sydney.

"Syd," He ran and caught her shoulder. However, her still-blazing eyes made him stop for a second, fortunetly. Catching sight of Haladki over her shoulder, he only shot her a meaningful look before squeezing her shoulder and walking toward his office. She could call him any hour of the day, she knew that, but he knew she just had to get away from it all now. Talk to Francie or something. The DSR were a punch of paranoid freakjobs. He sighed as his eyes landed on Alice's note.

He had to reconnect with Alice tonight anyway. Leaning against a wall to regroup, he added the note into his PDA. By nature, he was supportive, but now he was riccocheting between worrying about two women. Admittedly, considering Syd was dealing with the DSR, hers was a bit more perilous, but then again, Vaughn still considered the loss of his father one of the most traumatic events of his life.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 5th, 2007 12:09 am (UTC)
where do you wanna go now? do you wanna make a post when vaughn goes to see alice or something? that could be interesting. ;) haha
vaughnincognito on April 5th, 2007 02:23 am (UTC)
sorry, i was watching TV. Sure, I'll do that. I always did want to explore some fo the Vaughn/Alice relationship. :) And then we can do the vatican. =)
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 5th, 2007 02:45 am (UTC)
haha. okay :)