Chapter 2
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.J Abrams and ABC
Even though she knew the answer, it hit her like a ton of bricks. Standing before her was the woman that had replaced her in so many ways. She had replaced her with Vaughn becoming his wife and confidant, and she had replaced Sydney in the workplace. Sydney suddenly felt very ill, being in the presence of this woman. Her body seemed to move without her permission, giving way to this person, handing over her life. The seat that she had handed over represented the life that had been taken from her. She found a seat next to Dixon, who continued to stare at her with bewilderment. People continued to make there way into the conference room, Vaughn taking a seat next to the very smug looking, Mrs. Vaughn, Marshall and only who she could assume a very pregnant Carrie. Will was the next to arrive, from what she could see he looked the same, She was washed with a feeling of relief that he was okay. He took the same seat he did two years ago. `At least some things don't change` which gave her a small feeling of comfort. When her father arrived, that was the moment she realized what these people had all gone through with her disappearance. Jack had age much in the last two years. The wrinkles began to show more, his hair almost completely white, and he looked exhausted. The moment Jack pulled her into his arms; she could tell it was the first time that he had relaxed in the last 2 years.
After the Debrief
After what seemed to be the longest debrief in history, she walked out of the conference center. So much had change since she "disappeared". Will too, had gone and gotten himself married, to a woman named Marie. Sark had escaped while being transferred, and was still at large. And her father, how could she forget. Her father had met a wonderful woman with a daughter the same age as Sydney. And Sloane, had mysteriously disappeared. She wasn't surprised to see that everyone had gone back to his or her work, no hugs, and no questions, just work. She had been forgotten, a lost cause. She was soon approached by an analyst, who showed her to medical services. All of her test had come back, and there appeared to be nothing wrong, she was free to go. Kendall had informed her earlier of a hotel safe house that had been set up, and encouraged her to go and to get some sleep.
At the hotel
Sydney was tired. Of many things, she was mostly tired. Which soon was replaced by sadness. How could they! The people she loved most, give up, and move on. "I thought I was the strongest person they knew" Sorrow eminent in her voice. Tears began to stream down her face, and she made no attempt to wipe them away. Slowly she curled up on the bed, welcoming sleep waiting to claim her.
Sydney awoke in a cold sweat, suddenly remembering were she had been for the last year. She frantically looked around for a phone. When she found it, she picked it up, dialing an all too familiar number. A voice answered the phone, layered with an unmistaken able accent. "Sark" it said gruffly, sounding just woken up. "It's me" was all that Sydney could say in her now frightened state.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.J Abrams and ABC
Even though she knew the answer, it hit her like a ton of bricks. Standing before her was the woman that had replaced her in so many ways. She had replaced her with Vaughn becoming his wife and confidant, and she had replaced Sydney in the workplace. Sydney suddenly felt very ill, being in the presence of this woman. Her body seemed to move without her permission, giving way to this person, handing over her life. The seat that she had handed over represented the life that had been taken from her. She found a seat next to Dixon, who continued to stare at her with bewilderment. People continued to make there way into the conference room, Vaughn taking a seat next to the very smug looking, Mrs. Vaughn, Marshall and only who she could assume a very pregnant Carrie. Will was the next to arrive, from what she could see he looked the same, She was washed with a feeling of relief that he was okay. He took the same seat he did two years ago. `At least some things don't change` which gave her a small feeling of comfort. When her father arrived, that was the moment she realized what these people had all gone through with her disappearance. Jack had age much in the last two years. The wrinkles began to show more, his hair almost completely white, and he looked exhausted. The moment Jack pulled her into his arms; she could tell it was the first time that he had relaxed in the last 2 years.
After the Debrief
After what seemed to be the longest debrief in history, she walked out of the conference center. So much had change since she "disappeared". Will too, had gone and gotten himself married, to a woman named Marie. Sark had escaped while being transferred, and was still at large. And her father, how could she forget. Her father had met a wonderful woman with a daughter the same age as Sydney. And Sloane, had mysteriously disappeared. She wasn't surprised to see that everyone had gone back to his or her work, no hugs, and no questions, just work. She had been forgotten, a lost cause. She was soon approached by an analyst, who showed her to medical services. All of her test had come back, and there appeared to be nothing wrong, she was free to go. Kendall had informed her earlier of a hotel safe house that had been set up, and encouraged her to go and to get some sleep.
At the hotel
Sydney was tired. Of many things, she was mostly tired. Which soon was replaced by sadness. How could they! The people she loved most, give up, and move on. "I thought I was the strongest person they knew" Sorrow eminent in her voice. Tears began to stream down her face, and she made no attempt to wipe them away. Slowly she curled up on the bed, welcoming sleep waiting to claim her.
Sydney awoke in a cold sweat, suddenly remembering were she had been for the last year. She frantically looked around for a phone. When she found it, she picked it up, dialing an all too familiar number. A voice answered the phone, layered with an unmistaken able accent. "Sark" it said gruffly, sounding just woken up. "It's me" was all that Sydney could say in her now frightened state.