C-2 I'm not crazy

The last thing I remembered was passing out after I got to the entrance. Things were fuzzy and painful. My chest still hurts. My head hurts, my entire body hurts. I hear a beeping noise and hear someone speaking to me. I try to open my eyes. I try to focus I see my Sydney.

"Syd…" Is all I can get out.

"Dad, just rest" She sits next to me on the bed holding my hand. I feel at ease knowing she's here with me. I'm not sure if it's that she's here and not out saving the world risking her life or if I'm not alone. I drift in and out of consciousness, then it hit's me.

"Arvin, he's…"

"Dad, I know his body's missing. We aren't sure yet who took it. Mom's in custody, back in her cage."

"He's alive. I think?"

"Dad, you need your rest. You've been out for 3 days. You have to let yourself heal."

I held her hand tighter and tried to pull her closer to me.

"She's alive, he said she's alive…was cloned."

"What? Who are you talking about?"

"Laura." I feel things get fuzzy again.

"Dad, please, rest. This is crazy, you need to let yourself heal. You've been through a lot these last few days"

She puts her hand one my heart and kissed my forehead.

"Dad, I want her to be a real person and come home too, but you lost a lot of blood, you're not thinking rationally right now. Trust me, I donated a enough of my own to know. You scared the hell out of me. We almost lost you…I almost lost you, again."

Exhaustion, medication and confusion are not the best combination for me. I finally lose it, not Sydney's fault, but my need to know.

"Please listen!" I yell I start to cough and tears well up in my eyes. I'm totally frustrated and wish I could just get up to check this out on my own. I'm not sure why I'm getting this emotional. Jack Bristow does not does not show his emotions. Sydney wraps her arms around me and lays her head on my chest. She lays there for a bit. I'm feeling more relaxed. She looks at me and wipes the tears off my face. She's crying now too.

"It's ok Dad"

She wraps her arms around me again, and she lays there with me. I think back to a time when she used to snuggle up under my chin when she was scared or just needed her daddy. Now she's laying here head snuggled under my chin, and all I need is my little girl.

"Ok Dad, talk to me, I'm listening. Let's talk and we'll figure this out. I just need to get you better. You've had me worried for days now, Isabelle needs her grandpa…and I need you."

Still holding her hand, I kiss it and hold it over my heart.

"Sydney, I love you. But someday I won't be here." She sits up and smiles at me and then give me my stoic glare in return.

"Not today Jack Bristow, because this stubborn little girl of your's needs you."

"I need you too sweetheart. I need your help too. "

"Dad you can tell me anything, I'll listen."

I proceeded to tell her the events as I remembered them in the tomb. Odd as the entire situation was, she believed me. A huge piece of me is truly hoping this is real. A part of my life wouldn't be a lie. For the first time in a long time I feel like living again, that I have a new purpose, to find the truth and be a family again.