Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I wanna own Alias and I'm in denial too.

Claimer: I only own Brett, Angel and Bridget and any characters listed later on in the claimer.

Timeline: Takes place in the future.

Summary: When Sydney runs away to sever her connections with her previous life, Sark finds her and convinces her to let him be apart of her life once again. But she realizes that you can't escape the past or buried secrets when the CIA comes looking for her again and wanting answers.

Chasing Destiny

Chapter 1~ A brush with the past

Destiny woke up and got off her king bed before stretching. She wore blue pajamas. She walked over to her door and opened it quietly. The walls were wooden and green marble covered the floor. She combed her fingers through her black hair highlighted in red as she pushed open the kitchen door. She was haunted by memories. If you would have told her earlier that she would grow up to be a cashier at Wal-Mart she would have doubled over laughing. She had too much potential to let herself slip that far. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a 2 liter bottle of Black Cherry. Pouring herself a glass she sat down at her glass table. It was plain and circular, and at the time she hadn't cared. But now, as she glanced at it, she wished she had bought something more elaborate. She set down her cup as she felt the not yet burned off fatigue threatening to overpower her. She rested her head on the table and promised to only let herself sleep for 5 minutes.

No sooner had she drifted off did the dream come back to her.

'OMG, OMG, OMG no!' She thought staring at the test as she slumped down crying next to the sink. 'How the fuck could it be positive?' She turned her head as soon as she head the knocking on the bathroom door.

"Are you ok? I heard a noise." someone called form the other side.

"I'm fine. It's ok, I slipped." she lied. Glancing at the door one more time, she grabbed the toilet paper and tore off a huge piece of it. She took the test and wrapped the toilet paper around it multiple times before shoving it underneath other trash. She got up and flushed the toilet and washed her hands.

"I'm sorry, I fell on my way to the toilet, I'm so stupid." she laughed uncomfortably.

*next scene*

She stood next to a blonde guy his hair not even close to coming to his shoulders. He stood dressed in a suit and he listened attentively while she explained it to him.

"No you don't get it!" she yelled, dressed in black attire. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" he asked surprised. "Is it…"

"Yeah, it's yours… for now." she told him backing away.

"What does that mean?" the man asked a hint of fear in his eyes as he grabbed her hand.

"It means… I'm getting an abortion." she told him, whirling around to face him.

"What? No. You can't, listen to me, if you don't want this baby then give it to me. Please, I'll take care of it. And, and…" the man frantically continued.

"You cant change my mind." she told him. "This baby has no place here, it cant have a place here. It's better off going through the abortion. At least that way it'll be with…"

The man proceeded to walk up to the woman and begin shaking her. "You can't get an abortion. Just leave the baby with me and you'll never hear about it again. Give it a chance. If you change your mind and don't wanna get an abortion, but still don't wanna give me the baby, at least promise me wrinkle face wont end raising our child."

"Goodbye." she told him stepping into her car and driving off.

Destiny jolted up and found herself sitting at the table. She crossed her arms as she stood up from the chair and put her cup of soda in the refrigerator. The clock said 6:30 which meant she had 30 minutes to get ready.

She had taken his advice. She had given the child a chance. Walking out of the door she headed down the hallway to the bathroom to get ready. She glanced as she passed a closed door. Should I let Brett sleep? She wondered before letting it slide as she reached her destination.

Forgot my towel, she thought.. She had washed her towel and had forgotten to put a new one out. Walking past the bathroom she turned left and opened her bedroom door. Striding into her room she flipped on the light switch and dashed to the bed. Lifting up the bed skirt she peered underneath it before letting the blue frilly item drop to the floor. Good, no one's there. Strolling towards her walk in closet she peered inside and looked to the section on the right which held, bath towels, sheets, pillow cases, spare comforters, and other items just like those. She pulled out a towel and left the room. She combed hand through her hair as a question ran through her head. It was the same question that ran through her head everyday and night. Why did I run away? It was simple, she wanted back a sense of normalcy that she had never really had in her life. She had debated for months having an abortion or giving her child to foster care, but when she had seen her sweet little face, she had instantly changed her mind. All had seemed perfect, she had long before escaped out of the city and had made a home down in Texas. It wasn't really her dream home, but no one would find her there. Or so she had thought. She realized that she had stopped walking and had started to continue when she heard a noise to her right. Opening the door she closed it quietly and let her eyes adjust to the semi-darkness. She had been made down in Texas and almost killed. Scared at first, she now smiled at that. Currently, the CIA now believed her to be dead, thanks to some pissed off new rouge agent of theirs. Vaughn had been there, Weiss, Sark, and some new Agent named Bridget had been there too. She had moved down here to Florida, where hopefully no one would find them and she could hold on to her dream of normalcy.

No, it wasn't the face that had made her keep the child. It had been a small seemingly unadorned characteristic. One simple feature that she could not or would not separate herself from- the child's beautiful blue eyes. When she had left, she was leaving with only one thing of Sark's, his child. Especially when she was born Sydney couldn't turn her away, it would be like turning Sark away. She was the only thing she had left of Sark's. Off in the opposite side of the room shone a nightlight and the wall right beside that bore a window from which white curtains outlined with flowers lay parted, letting the moonlight shine through giving the room contrasting colors- as if the sun and the moon were shining at the same time and dancing around her room. With her eyes adjusted to the light she walked farther into the room and tripped over something. Catching herself with her hands she stood up and picked up the sneaky object. She found herself staring at a movie- The Emperor's new groove to be exact. Smiling Sydney picked up the movie and gently placed it in the VCR, being careful not to push it in too far, so that it clearly stuck out of the object and didn't play the movie.

She eyes darted to the side of the room with the nightlight- a Pooh nightlight in fact. Then her eyes scanned over the queen bed. The bed was covered in a Looney Toons Comforter and Winnie the Pooh pillows. Sydney smiled and crossed over to the bed, plopping down beside it. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around the bundle underneath the comforter. For under the comforter lay the only faithful love of her life. Angel, her little girl; because the dreams she was having werent just dreams, it was reality.

She moved to get off the bed when she noticed someone else on the bed and her maternal instincts kicked in automatically.

For, sitting on the bed with Angel and Destiny was a blonde man in a suit, smiling at Angel.

Destiny pulled Angel close to her as she stared at the man.

Sark stared at Destiny, a look of recognition displayed on his face that hastily morphed into one of his characteristic smirks. "Hello Sydney."

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