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Summary: This story could easily take place somewhere in the third season. Syd has lost her memory and is trying to reconstruct her life after her two-year absence. In this story Syd will learn that that life is not always as it seems and a lot more went on in those two years then she could have ever imagined possible.
Pairings: S/V, Syd/Other, Vaughn/Lauren
Romance/Angst. R-Rated
Chapter One:
Pain comes in many forms. Pain can be dull, aching, sharp, and burning to name a few. The first thing she remembered was the pain. Sydney Bristow awoke to the sharp, burning pain of light trying to penetrate through her heavy eyes. A familiar sense of disorientation washed over her, making her heart rate nearly triple. The last time she had this feeling, Sydney Bristow woke up in an alley in Hong Kong with two years stolen from her life.
Sydney's first attempts at opening her eyes were met with resistance from the prying lights that surrounded her. Upon blinking away the sleep, the first thing Syndey noticed was that she was in a room that was alien to her. The room was small and smelled stale. The light caught the dust dancing through the air and a sneeze tickled at Syd's nose. There were no windows to indicate whether it was day or night. Syd's eyes moved up toward the ceiling to a large, brown water stain. (No doubt caused by a leaky roof). The wallpaper had faded to yellow and was peeling in places. Syd noticed that, aside from the bed she lay on, the only other piece of furniture in the room was an old wooded rocker that had been pulled up next to the bed. Had someone been watching over me? But why? And who? This thought gave Syd a small sense of comfort deep down. The feeling slowly brought down her heartrate and she began taking slower breaths. Thirst burned at the back of her throat. Water. I need water.
As Syd tried to pull herself up, she realized for the first time that she was unable to move. Looking down at her body, she noticed that her arms and legs had been strapped to the bed. Panic quickly flooded over her again. Syd tried to call out but could only muster up a whisper. The burning in her throat intensified and brought tears to her eyes. She began to struggle against the restraints but the more she fought, the more their grasp tightened around her. In her fight for freedom, Syd never heard the footsteps approaching from outside of the room, nor did she realize that she was no longer alone.
Fear comes in many forms. Fear can be nervous butterflies the when person you have a crush on walk's by or the feeling you get when you hear a noise in the dark night. For Sydney Bristow, the fear of hearing her mother's voice sent a cold shiver down her spine. Sydney stopped fighting the restraints and looked up toward the bedroom door. Standing, silhouetted in the doorway, was her mother. Irina Derevko.
"Hello, Sydney."
