Title: The End is Here
Author: Nicki D [email protected]
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it belongs to a great man called JJ Abrams and ABC. Etc. etc.
Summary: The worst has come, the unthinkable has arrived. Vaughn's reaction. Get your tissues our ladies; this one is a tearjerker.
A/n: this is what happens when your bored and your mind wonders about ALIAS ;)
She's dead.
Sydney Bristow is dead.
Vaughn couldn't believe it. She lay, not 10 ft., from him. Vaughn's eyes went wide as the perpetrators ran into the darkness. How could he have let this happen?
One shot.
One single shot.
One single shot above her left eye did the job. A single bullet killed the remarkable Sydney Bristow. Vaughn felt tears rush to his eyes. He crawled towards her motionless body. His eyes gazed up and down her body, amazed that she was gone. Vaughn lifted his hand and wiped her hair out of her face. He lifted his hand and realized that some of her blood was smeared on him. "Syd," he breathed out, he hoped for a response, no he prayed for a response. Thought he knew it was impossible, too late. Just the smallest one would suffice for Vaughn now, a twitch of her hand or a blink of her eye or even a breath of air, "Sydney, don't do this to me," he said lifting her lifeless body, "Sydney, I need you," tears were now falling freely down his face, uncaring who saw, "Sydney please," he yelled now as he held her body close to his. Rocking back and forth, "Sydney please, I love you, I've always loved you. Please don't leave me," he cried into her hair.
No response.
Nothing.
The funeral was no easier. Everybody was there. It was pouring down rain on an October morning. Vaughn stood off to the side, his eyes lifeless. He stared at the dark blue coffin, not moving an inch. Will and Francie sat in chairs, Francie crying uncontrollably on Will's shoulder. Will trying to be strong, just stared blankly at the coffin. Jack sat alone, his eyes glistening but no tear dared to fall. Vaughn couldn't imagine the pain he was going through. Losing his daughter his only daughter. The only one he pushed into SD-6, seemingly pushing her into her own deathbed. Sloane was nowhere in sight. That was the only happy thought in Vaughn's mind. If he had dared to show his face, Vaughn was unsure he could have controlled his actions. He did this to her. He didn't pull the trigger, but he killed Sydney. The small clan of people at the funeral watched sadly as they lowered her grave into the ground. Each one of them passed the ditch, almost as if in slow motion. Each one dropping a single rose ontop of the grave as a last payment of their respects. Vaughn was the last one, he dropped his rose but paused. Remebering all the good times he had with Sydney, the comforting, the laughter, the tears. Another tear escaped from his eye as he looked down upon the grave.
"Goodbye Sydney Bristow," he said mournfully, "I love you," he then walked away from the grave site.
*Lets hope this never happens! Lol, please leave a review! *
Author: Nicki D [email protected]
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it belongs to a great man called JJ Abrams and ABC. Etc. etc.
Summary: The worst has come, the unthinkable has arrived. Vaughn's reaction. Get your tissues our ladies; this one is a tearjerker.
A/n: this is what happens when your bored and your mind wonders about ALIAS ;)
She's dead.
Sydney Bristow is dead.
Vaughn couldn't believe it. She lay, not 10 ft., from him. Vaughn's eyes went wide as the perpetrators ran into the darkness. How could he have let this happen?
One shot.
One single shot.
One single shot above her left eye did the job. A single bullet killed the remarkable Sydney Bristow. Vaughn felt tears rush to his eyes. He crawled towards her motionless body. His eyes gazed up and down her body, amazed that she was gone. Vaughn lifted his hand and wiped her hair out of her face. He lifted his hand and realized that some of her blood was smeared on him. "Syd," he breathed out, he hoped for a response, no he prayed for a response. Thought he knew it was impossible, too late. Just the smallest one would suffice for Vaughn now, a twitch of her hand or a blink of her eye or even a breath of air, "Sydney, don't do this to me," he said lifting her lifeless body, "Sydney, I need you," tears were now falling freely down his face, uncaring who saw, "Sydney please," he yelled now as he held her body close to his. Rocking back and forth, "Sydney please, I love you, I've always loved you. Please don't leave me," he cried into her hair.
No response.
Nothing.
The funeral was no easier. Everybody was there. It was pouring down rain on an October morning. Vaughn stood off to the side, his eyes lifeless. He stared at the dark blue coffin, not moving an inch. Will and Francie sat in chairs, Francie crying uncontrollably on Will's shoulder. Will trying to be strong, just stared blankly at the coffin. Jack sat alone, his eyes glistening but no tear dared to fall. Vaughn couldn't imagine the pain he was going through. Losing his daughter his only daughter. The only one he pushed into SD-6, seemingly pushing her into her own deathbed. Sloane was nowhere in sight. That was the only happy thought in Vaughn's mind. If he had dared to show his face, Vaughn was unsure he could have controlled his actions. He did this to her. He didn't pull the trigger, but he killed Sydney. The small clan of people at the funeral watched sadly as they lowered her grave into the ground. Each one of them passed the ditch, almost as if in slow motion. Each one dropping a single rose ontop of the grave as a last payment of their respects. Vaughn was the last one, he dropped his rose but paused. Remebering all the good times he had with Sydney, the comforting, the laughter, the tears. Another tear escaped from his eye as he looked down upon the grave.
"Goodbye Sydney Bristow," he said mournfully, "I love you," he then walked away from the grave site.
*Lets hope this never happens! Lol, please leave a review! *