Title: Stolen Memories

Author: Sugamama

Spoilers: Up to Endgame

Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Alias.  JJ Abrams, ABC, and Touchstone do.  If I owned Alias, I would make Michael Vartan my love slave.

Rating: PG but will go R in later chapters...if I get reviews and continue the story.

A/N: Ok, my first fic EVER so I'm super nervous about posting it for the world to see. 

 

STOLEN MEMORIES

 

Her heart pounded as she crouched in the shrubbery outside the compound.  “He’s here,” she muttered to herself, “he’s got to be here.”  She looked at her watch and anticipated the changing of the guards…two more minutes.

 

She moved forward, staying low and glanced around to make sure she wasn’t spotted.  She located the side door that was left unguarded for a moment.  She quickly picked the lock and entered the eerily quiet hallway.  She crossed over to the first door and tried it. Locked.  She continued to move down the hallway.  She had no idea where to find him but she would search the entire building until she did.

 

“Don’t move and drop your weapon.”  Sydney froze as the sound of boots came closer.  She let her 9mm drop to the floor. 

 

“Turn around.” The guard demanded.  She started to turn slowly and realized he was closer than she first thought.  She quickly spun around and kicked the gun out of his hand.  The guard, caught by surprise was not ready for her quick upper cut and kick to the stomach.  As he bent over, wind knocked out of him, she elbowed him on the back of the neck and he slumped to the ground in unconsciousness.

 

She quickly retrieved her gun as another guard came running around the corner to check out the commotion.  She raised the weapon and fired.  He slumped back against the wall as she ran to him.

 

“Where is the male prisoner?” she demanded.

 

“The American?” he sputtered, “he’s in room 47.”

 

“Bastard Sloane and his Rambaldi idolotry” she spat.  She left the bleeding man and ran off in search for the room.  As she came upon the door, her heart pounded in her throat.  “Please be alive, please be alive.”  She turned the doorknob…it was unlocked.  She slowly entered.

 

It was empty.

 

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The old man sat reflectively at the window.  Thinking.  Remembering.  I loved her like a daughter.  She wouldn't have betrayed me if she'd known the truth.  It's her fault I don't have Emily.  His eyes squeezed shut as a single tear ran down his face.  The pencil in his hand suddenly snapped as his eyes popped open.  “She’ll pay.  I’ll make her pay.”

 

“Sir, the prisoner has been moved.  He’s here.”

 

“What is his condition?”  He didn’t even try to hide the disgust in his voice.

 

“He’s been tortured.  I handled it myself as you requested.  I think he’s ready for you.”

 

“Good.”  Arvin Sloane rose from his chair and made his way to the room where the pawn in his game awaited.  His mouth rose in a smirk, “I’ll make her sorry.”

 

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Darkness.

 

Cold.  It was very cold.

 

He tried to open his eyes but they were oh so heavy.  Voices.  Familiar voices.  His heart began to pound…why was he scared?  Who were they?  Why couldn’t he remember?

 

Suddenly he had a vision.  Brown eyes.  Beautiful brown eyes.  The darkness threatened to close off the picture in his mind’s eye.  He fought to hang onto the image. She's perfect.  Then she smiled.  He felt like he’d come home.  Warmth.  The smile seemed to warm him right to his core.  Darkness persisted and the face began to fade.  Don't leave me.

 

Pain.  White hot pain and the voices.  He tried to grasp at the vision of loveliness that had he had glimpsed moments before.  It was no use.  She was gone.

 

Darkness again.

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Sydney ran back to the guard who was nearly unconscious.  “He’s gone,” she yelled, “where did they take him?”

 

The guard stirred and tried to focus on her face.  His mouth turned up, “screw you.”  She dropped his head again and ran back to the room to see if there was any remnant left to indicate where they had taken the man she loved.

 

The room was simple…and cold.  There was a large metal table in the center of the room and two chairs next to the bed.  There was a small table at the far end of the room.  Nothing else.  Another dead end.

 

***********two and ½ months later*********

 

Sydney slowly approached the house.  It looked so normal.  Surely he’s not here.  It was quiet.  Too quiet.  No one patrolled the outside perimeter.  Was her intel wrong?

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It was the sound of stillness that woke him.  For the first time in…how long had he been there?  He had no idea.  Every morning he awoke to that voice.  The voice that had become so soothing.   At first he fought and screamed.  “Why did I scream?” he wondered aloud and startled himself.  But there was no voice today.  He felt lost.  Alone.

 

He sat up and looked at his surrounding.  It was the same room he’d always remembered.  Pale yellow walls, a cot, side table with a glass of water, half empty.  A small dresser stood in front of the window with a wash basin and towel.  He knew he couldn’t reach the basin until the blond man unlocked his shackles so he sat.  And waited.  After a few minutes he realized the shackles were gone.  He  instinctively ran to the door and tried it.  It was unlocked.  He swung the door open to reveal an empty hallway.  He started to go into the hall and stopped short.

 

Where will I go?

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Sydney eased around to the back of the house to make sure there were no guards in the back.  Everything was so quiet.  She crept up to the back door and tried the doorknob.  It turned easily in her hands.  She entered cautiously fearing a trap.

 

Just then she heard foot steps from above.  She pulled her gun and began to slowly ascend the stairs.  The hallway was empty.  She opened the first door on her left.  Empty.  Not even any furniture.  She heard another sound coming from the last door on her right and moved closer.

 

She stood outside the door for minutes just listening to the sounds coming from within.  After a few moments realized there was only one person on the other side of the door.  She got into position in front of the door, weapon ready.  She took a deep breath and kicked the door open.

 

“Freeze” she shouted to the figure that had jumped off the bed in surprise.

 

“Vaughn!” She dropped her gun and ran toward him. 

 

He held up his hands stopping her with a look of surprise…and…terror on his face at the lovely girl…with a gun in her hand.

 

“Who are you?”

 

**********************To be continued**********************