Disclaimer: We all wish we were the creators of Alias, but we aren't, so there.
A/N: And the drama continues…
Previously on Inevitable:
---Sydney's POV---
"Hello Sydney." She greeted, turning around a hint of a smile on her face.
Chapter 9- Hypocrite
---Sydney's POV---
"So, what's wrong?" she asked, taking a step towards me.
"It's… complicated…" I began.
"Is it about Sark?" Irina asked me.
"How did you know?" I questioned.
"Sydney," she began a smile forming. "I know so much more than other spectators in this game. So, sit down, tell me what's wrong." She ushered to a couch by a wall in which I sat down quickly.
I awaited for her to sit down, where I preceded to tell her everything.
"So, what's the problem?" she asked.
"How am I going to explain this?" I asked.
"What do you mean 'how'? Tell them the truth, they know how babies are made." she insisted.
"Even if I did that, do you have any idea, how big of a target our child would become? It doesn't matter whose side their on. I can't leave her with Sark, because they'll take her away from him, I can't trust to leave her with a babysitter, because for all I know he or she could be undercover attempting to kidnap her. My child will have no place in this world. Unless… you could raise it?" I looked into her eyes.
"Sydney, you do realize that if they realize I have your baby, they will take it away and refuse to let you visit it's new home because you willfully endangered it's life. You handed your child over to me." she warned me.
"So, then I should leave him with Sark?" I asked.
"Sydney, look at me. You know as well as I do, that Sark can not be trusted in the long run." Irina began.
"How can you say that?" I yelled.
"Sydney, Sydney, let me finish. Do you know why I transformed Julian into Sark? Do you? I did it so that he could survive in the espionage world. And now, you've fallen in love with Sark, but you're trying to change him into some weird form of Danny or even Julian. But that's the thing Sydney, once you have this child if not sooner, you're going back to the CIA and leaving Sark behind to clean up the mess. If you finish what you are trying to do, he will not survive in this lifestyle." Irina enlightened me.
"That is not what I am doing!" I yelled.
"Do not raise your voice at me, Sydney. I am still your mother and I am trying to look out for you and your unborn son. You just want to hand the child over to Sark so badly, so you wont have to face your co-workers, and let them know what happened. You want to pretend nothing's changed. But you can't do that!" she persisted.
"Are you saying I'm ashamed of my son?" I questioned.
"I'm saying your ashamed of the father." she corrected me.
"I am not ashamed of him." I insisted.
"Really?" she questioned. "Then go back, go back home and tell them who the father of your baby is. Go on."
"You know, I came here for help. Not to get ridiculed for something you did yourself, you hypocrite." I yelled, tears running down my cheeks.
"Hypocrite, you know as well as I do that when I left, It made Jack stronger, not weaker, I helped him, I did not leave him stranded, and defenseless. And I chose to leave behind my daughter, so that he would still have someone who loved him. I did not do it so that years later my daughter would come asking for my help and then when I gave it to her, become ungrateful." she informed me.
"I am not ungrateful, nor am I ashamed of Sark. I love him." I persisted.
"Really? Then shouldn't you be on that mission with him instead of leaving him to explain to Jack why you're not there?" she questioned.
"I know what you're suggesting and it's not true. I don't, I don't need this. Not right now. I'll find someone else to help me." and with that I got off the chair and hurried out of the building. I hadn't even stopped to look once at where I was going. I bumped into a woman who fell to the ground. She had on jeans and a orange t-shirt, her blonde hair covering her face and I a mess, most likely from my bumping into her.
"I am so sorry miss." I apologized and that's when she looked up and I noticed her face for the first time.
"Hello Agent Bristow, how's Michael?" she greeted.
A/N: I know, short update, but it's better then nothing. Questions? Comments? No review, no update; as simple as that.