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05 April 2007 @ 03:03 pm
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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.

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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.))
 
 
 
vaughnincognito on April 6th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Michael Vaughn was a man who believed in trust and loyalty. The entire plane ride back, he replayed the Vatican scenario. For the record, the Vatican Secret Archives are most definately not a good place to attempt to ask a woman out. Armed guards will freak out and try to kill and said woman will beat them up. Well, at least they got out unharmed. And they had gotten the pictures of the code key. Which was what mattered, Syd was going to be okay- the truth would exonerate her. He had sent her home, god knows she needed some rest and relaxation after what she had been through. His consolation was that it would all be over soon. And even better yet, in an odd too-emotional-to-work-in-espionage way, she said that she would like to go out with him. Admittedly, they'd have to fly across the alantic for that date, but it was better than nothing. Despite the chaos, he would smile every so often. They had trust- and a date at Trattoria de Nardi.

And then his panic levelrose as he surpressed it for Syd's sake. Three agents apprehending her now, a correct decryption!? That couldn't be good.

Clenching his fists, he willed himself not to shout at the agents chaining Syd's ankles, instead concentrating his efforts on supporting Syd and explaining the situation. His expression had gone from hopeful to irate, hers from carefree to worried. And such was the world they lived in...

"This woman here depicted will possess unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works. Bind them with fury, a burning anger unless prevented at vulgar cost this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation."

The words haunted them both, he refused to even look at the meaning. He did not have fucking time for 500 year old crackjobs, even if they did happen to be spot on in physical anomalies!
vaughnincognito on April 6th, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
{Ctd. i ran over the character limit}


And after learning that she could be held without charges or trial for her entire life, he knew he couldn't betray the trust she put in him. So he had talked to weiss, who he trusted the most. And Jack, who he didn't trust in anything besides keeping Syd safe. Because if she missed that meeting with Sloane, there would be definate hell to pay.

Vaughn vowed to accidentally-on purpose forget how to properly aim a gun and shoot Haladki and his smarmy attitude, most importantly, his unwillingness to help Syd. He had tried nice, he had tried threatening. Neither worked. Dryly, he considered setting Jack Bristow on Haladki, there was a man who struck terror into hearts.

When he finally reasoned out the Mt. Sebacio situation, that dry thought became a reality when Jack and he discussed it on the rooftop. And when Jack insisted that he would talk, Vaughn was strongly inclined to believe him. And he delivered.

Taking a deep breath, he fought away his conscience, his instinct for self-preservation, and his nervousness. Somewhere, he registered that he had truly fallen for her if he was about to break about a billion federal laws to bust her out of the hands of the fucking FBI.

Pulling down his mask, he glanced at Weiss. They were ready to go. All systems go. His anger flaring at the sight of a handcuffed Sydney and the agents, he jumped out, gun pointed. For a moment, he wasn't sure what the agents would do, but they managed it and he sighed in relief. Syd was safe, for now, with them in the van.

"Vaughn? Weiss? What the hell are you guys doing??!" She gasped in confusion.

"Proving this prophecy is not about you." Vaughn stated briskly, tugging her into the van further, but careful to keep his hands well off of her, after all, he was in a van with two men who deeply disapproved of their relationship. If one could call it that.

His attention was diverted from her to schematics as he whispered with Jack until they pulled into the garage.

"If the FBI takes this prophecy seriously, the key to your innocence will be the second paragraph." Vaughn explained, his brows furrowing as he studied her.

"Rambaldi wrote that the woman in that picture will never have seen Mt. Sebacio." Jack continued.

"That's where you're going." He flashed her an uncertain smile. And then the arguing started. Sydney vs. Jack. Jack won, thankfully, but Syd was angry. And had called up the voice of conscience in him. She was right. She had become a fugitive of the law, in the ranks of Osama Bin Laden. It was a frightening thought, but here wasn't the place for it, Jack had a better point, for all of Syd's better intentions.

"we've got to go," commanded Weiss at the sound of sirens. Shit. Okay, he was going to something he never imagined.

Opening his truck, he gave her an apologetic smile. It wouldn't be the worst she had endured, at least. "I'm going to take you to the jet. You're going to have to get in the trunk."
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 6th, 2007 12:32 am (UTC)
(haha i didn't know it did that)

Even though she didn't necessarily agree with what these 'men in her life' were doing, she wasn't about to put up any more fights. She'd had enough of that in the past few days to last her a lifetime.

With Vaughn's next words, Sydney's face lit up with surprise.

"The trunk? So do you just throw anyone into your trunk, or am I something special?" she asked with a flirty smile.

Looking at him one last time, well..before her world became utter darkness, she flashed him a smile before getting ready to climb in.

She was about to get herself in there when the feeling of his hand was felt on her arm. Slowly looking at him, paralyzed by his touch as always, she brought her eyes up to his.

It was a good thing Jack and Weiss were up front, because they definitely wouldn't be liking this.



vaughnincognito on April 6th, 2007 03:14 am (UTC)
Vaughn's eyebrows shot up and he smiled at her undeniably flirtatious tone. AT THE COMPLETELY WRONG TIME, DOLT! Looking away quickly, he replied.

"Despite all outward appearances," he gestured to the direction of the sirens, "I do value my life, and your father has a sniper rifle, nevermind point-blank range." He looked up at her, suddenly arrested by her smile before she turned. He ignored her arguing with Jack, it was becoming commonplace, and for once, on this argument, he was siding with Jack. He shoved the clothes bag into a corner.

Gently grabbing her arm, he waited until her eyes met his. He suddenly felt a small jolt, even her gaze got to him. This is ridiculous! You're a fugitive from the federal government!

He held up the transmitter. "So we can talk." He flashed her what he hoped was an encouraging smile before shutting it and tapping it quickly before going to the drivers seat.

All of his energies were concentrated on eluding the FBI for awhile, hoping that Syd wasn't taking the curves too hard and remembered to conserve air. Well, she was, after all, Agent Bristow, he really had to stop worrying so much. And yet he couldn't help it. Checking his rearview again, he put the transmitter in his ear.

"Are you all right back there?"
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 9th, 2007 04:22 am (UTC)
Struggling around, trying desperately to change into her new clothes, she hears Vaughn's voice in her ear. Her eyes immediately jolted open, only at the sound of his voice. Oh god. What he did to her. He had no clue.

"Ohh yeah. I'm just.." she paused, her body being hit against the sides of the trunk.

"Dandy" she said, finishing her sentence, a small smile creeping onto her lips.

Hearing him laugh in return, her voice suddenly turned from funny to serious.

"You didn't think about it. Not once. The possibility that Rambaldi could be right about me..."

Trailing off, she listened intently for a response, only, at the moment, being able to hear the sound of his breathing.
vaughnincognito on April 12th, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)
Vaughn laughed, hearing the small crackle of static as he made a sharp turn, sending a silent apology. He wondered idly how she was faring, trying to change in his trunk.

Oh wow. She was mostly likely in lingerie in his trunk. That could be the start of many a fantasy. Fantasize later. Drive now. He blinked several times, diverting his attention to the road until she spoke again.

"No I didn't." Vaughn's voice rang with a finality that was not to be argued with. The idea that Sydney would bring about the apocolypse through some wacked prophecy type job was incomprehensible, and he had not wasted a second on pondering it. He had been thinking solely on how to get her out of this jam, not whether she deserved to be into it.

Hearing her inquiry, he took a beat and explained, though he personally thought it needed no explanation. But maybe they needed to get it out there. Even if they were on the run from the FBI. "Because I believe in you." He took another beat, the words hanging heavily before he flashed back to her earlier inquiry. "Do you think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk?"

He heard the occasionaly grunt as she struggled in the dark trunk with her disguise, but continued to drive until he reached the parking lot. After stopping, he hopped out and quickly opened the trunk. He blinked at her a couple of times, shocked that she actually got a wig on in his trunk.

"All right. You're going to take that car over there to Dozer Field. There's a jet waiting to take you to Italy." Vaughn instructed as he helped her out of the car. He lowered his voice slightly as he looked at her intently for a moment. "Be careful."

Please, please, please let this work...
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 12th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Do you think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk?

Laughing at the hint to her question earlier, she smiled, finally finishing getting dressed. The car soon came to its stop, and the next thing she knew, sunlight hit her face, blinding her for a split second or two.

Seeing him in the sun like that..he looked sort of like a God to her. Oh jeeez. Not now. NOT now.

Forcing other thoughts out of her head, she put a smile on her face as his eyes searched hers.

All right. You're going to take that car over there to Dozer Field. There's a jet waiting to take you to Italy.

Nodding, she knew that this was where they parted. Again. They always had to. It was their job, what they did. Every time they did, though, Sydney could swear that it got that much harder to say goodbye.


"Vaughn.." she began, pausing to look into his eyes.

"Thank you." She finished her sentence with nothing but sincerity in her voice.

Deciding to finally say what she had been originally thinking, she bit her lip and continued.

"I've never met anyone like you." Looking down for a moment, her cheeks obviously blushing, she moved her head back up to see his face softening as he looked at her.

"I'll see you when I get back." She was hoping that he could see the slight glint in her eyes.

Be careful.

"You too."

With one last smile, she walked off towards the idle car in the distance
vaughnincognito on April 13th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Micahel Vaughn swallowed. She never had to thank him, and yet she always did. He gave her a soft smile, soaking in her prescence before she embarked on one of her riskiest missions yet.

I've never met anyone like you

Vaughn's forehead relaxed slowly as he reached out and tucked an errant strand of the wig behind her ear, brushing her cheek softly. He wasn't really a guy for poetry and romantic moments, but there was no way he could brush something like that off.

"Hey, I've never busted anyone out of FBI custody in the trunk of my car before. It takes somebody amazing to get me to do that. You're that somebody." His eyes connected with hers, a small jolt coursing through his veins before he walked back to the car.

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The minute he heard the new of the chase on the radio driving back, his heart plummeted. And when he heard that she had driven the car into the ocean, he nearly crashed it into a wall.

Autopilot alone got him to his apartment and inside. Sydney...dead. No, it couldn't be happening. Denial was his staunch point of view. She couldn't have survived...but she had to. It was impossible, her beautiful smiling face he had seen moments before couldn't be at the bottom of the ocean. The pain hadn't even set in yet, only a cold numbness and a refusal to believe. It couldn't be.

He heaved a long shuddering sob as he drained what must have been his fourth beer, still wallowing in denial. Sydney wasn't gone. It was impossible. she would never have left him here. She couldn't have. Didn't she know that he needed her? That he loved her?

And in those ethereal moments in which he could not think rationally, that he was faced with the prospect of losing her, but not accepting the possibility, did it finally occur to him that he loved her.

It was as if everything in his world revolved around Sydney Bristow, she was his sun. He couldn't just go on without her. SHE'S GOING TO CALL ANY SECOND TO TELL YOU SHE'S OKAY. THAT NONE OF THIS HAPPENED! His inner voice instantly retaliated, as he buried his head in his hands, shaking. No. No. No. She wasn't dead until the body had been found.

As if on cue, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Vaughn's voice cracked, uncertain.

"Agent Vaughn. Pull yourself together. Sydney is fine if a bit shaken, she is on a plane to Italy." Jack Bristow's clipped tones informed him.

A stunned silence followed. She was actually fine and alive. Oh dear god. Gripping the table for support, Vaughn managed a soft "Thank you. Thank you so much." that sounded like a prayer before Jack hung up.

Collapsing slowly onto the couch, he closed his eyes in relief he had never known before, wiping away tears he hadn't even noticed were there.

Sydney was alive.

{ooc: I would have written a better angst sequence, but I'm really busy, and she's not really dead, so yeah. :P}
vaughnincognito on April 13th, 2007 12:18 am (UTC)
{ooc2: Oh yeah, and don't worry, I'm gonna play out the love thing slowly, i promise it won't be totally anticlimactic like the previous post. ^___^ Sorry for the suckiness, but I promise I'll work it out. :)}
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on April 13th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
aww it's okay. i thought it was real good!!! awwww i especially LOVED when you put he loved her and then the tears added the best touch. :P hehe.

do you want to post or me?

night darling <3
vaughnincognito on April 13th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks. :) Posted! :D