Title: Sweet Surrender

Author: Carla

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Rating: R for language, violence and sexuality

Summary: Alex Krycek and Sandra meet up again, learning more about each other and

     especially Sandra's past.

Notes: This is part of the In a World called Catastrophe series, this is the 2nd one. Read An Ode

to Maybe first.

Chapter 1

            So I'm a little left of center

            I'm a little out of tune

            Some say I'm paranormal

            So I just bend their spoon

                        -Michelle Branch- 'You Get Me'

            "Hey lady, can I get some more coffee here?"

            Sandra Ames groaned, she reminded herself that she had chosen to waitress, no one had forced her into it, though her motives were allusive to her now.

            She plastered a smile on her face, chanting 'tips, tips,' in her head, as she poured the man's coffee. "Is that all for you sir?"

            "Hey sweetheart, why don't you come have a drink with us, come sit over here," the man's friend asked, patting his lap.

            Sandra took a deep breath and tried to quiet the urge to send something flying into his lap.

            She smiled again and gave them the bill, although the clientele might not be all that good, they usually tipped pretty well. Plus the more they drank, the higher the tip got and this table had drank a lot.

            "Hard night?" One of the regulars asked her, as she passed by his booth.

            Sandra looked at her watch, it was almost two a.m. "John, you have no idea, but it's almost over. And what am I talking about," She shook her head as she slid into the booth, "You work in the ER, my job pales in comparison."

            He smiled at her, "Yes but I still have angry customers but unlike you, I don't get tips, unless you call vomit and blood tips."

            John was in his early forties but he hardly looked it with dirty blonde hair that was pushed back from his forehead, its length falling just above his ears. His blue eyes were surrounded by soft lines, not hardened wrinkles as most men.

When he wasn't doctoring the sick, he skied, played basketball, you name it, he did it. He was every mother's dream son-in-law but four years ago his wife had died of cancer and thus, he preferred the single life's solitude.

            "Well, I better get going. I'm going home and sleeping for a week." Sandra smiled as she got up, he was the only thing she looked forward to at work.

            "Night' Sandy."

            After finishing up at work, she quickly walked home. Even though it was the middle of June, Sandra learned that in Calgary, that could mean sun, rain or snow.

            She felt a sharp pain at the reason she had moved here, Alex Krycek. She thought of her life in two parts; life before Alex and life after.

            In her life before she had no knowledge of any alien invasion, The Consortium or Resistance, or that she herself was part alien.

            Sandra had always been shy as a child, she never felt that she truly belonged. A feeling that had really never left her and now was validated.

            Even though her parents had encouraged her to make friends with the other kids in her class, she was always too caught up in her own daydreaming. She dreamed of one day becoming a famous athlete, a writer, a movie star, of everything, And that one day her prince would come a take her away from all this boring everyday life.

            When she was in her teen's she had become even more isolated, choosing her studies, over parties and boyfriends. Not that she could even get involved with that kind of stuff. Her clothes were never in style, she never said the right thing and she never knew all the information on all the 'right' things.

Sandra felt a slight tug when the thought of her bed came to her. For her 16th birthday, her parents had given her a huge queen sized, four-poster bed. It was all in oak, with intricate carvings in the headboard. They had told her that they wanted to give her something that she could keep for life and eventually pass on to her children.

Her parents died in a car accident a week after.

Sandra wondered if they had known they were going to die. After all, it had turned out to be not so 'accidental'.

It was murder.

Sandra kicked a nearby stone, in an effort to release her anger. She had, had to leave the bed when she and Ale...when she had to run and go into hiding.

Sandra could see her house just in front and quickened her pace, for it was getting colder by the minute.

She stared intently at the house in front of her, she didn't know why she continued to pay rent there. It was unsafe for her to stay there, when Alex Krycek knew exactly where it was and could tell others. But then again, maybe that was the exact reason she stayed.

Sandra unlocked the door and turned off the alarm, only to set it again for the doors and windows. She quickly grabbed some crackers from the kitchen, deciding she needed sleep more than food but decided compromising was probably better. She went upstairs, into her room, ready to crash for the night.

When she turned on the light switch, the box of crackers came crashing to the floor.

In the middle of the room, stood her four-poster bed.

(A/N: Thanks for reading and if anybody knows a beta-reader, please send them to me, it's obvious that I need one!)