And
I don't understand
By the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
Sarah McLachlan "Sweet Surrender"
Chapter Twelve
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sandra blurted out.
"I live here," Alex Krycek grabbed her arm, pulling her inside, then ducking his head back outside to see if anyone had seen her. "Did you follow me?" He asked her, annoyed.
"Oh course not, I came to…oh my God." Sandra's knees buckled under her as she realized what was going on.
Alex grabbed her before she fell to the ground and helped her to the couch. He recognized the look in her eyes as shock and she looked about to faint.
"Sandra, look at me," he sat in front of her, his hands tilting her head towards his. "San, what's going on. Are you hurt?"
Sandra tore her eyes away from the floor to look into his eyes, "What was your father's name?"
"What?"
Sandra pulled the letter her mom had written her, out of her purse and pointed to the father's name.
Alex looked at the name, studying it, "What the hell is this?" He demanded.
Sandra regained her composure, standing up in front of him. "I don't know but we are supposed to read this folder," she pulled the thick folder out, "Together."
Sandra sat back down on the couch, not caring if Alex followed her and opened the file. Inside were ten pages of photographs of ultrasounds of a baby…of her. Below each photograph was a date but instead of being a normal full-term nine months, the pictures were only five months until full development.
"Wow, you were in a hurry to get out."
"Do you think it's possible that..." Sandra paused for a few seconds, "That there was a surrogate mother?"
Alex studied her for a second, sometimes she seemed so young and innocent to him, "From what I know about this program, they used unwilling women, who thought they were being abducted by aliens, to birth the babies."
Sandra considered for a moment, "Then I have a mother." She got up and started pacing across the living room.
Alex picked up the file, after the pictures were medical papers, mostly technical terms that Alex didn't understand but he found the line he was hoping not to find.
Surrogate mother died in childbirth.
Alex stood and walked over to where Sandra had stopped in front of the window. He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around her but instead he opted for laying his hand gently on the back of her arm.
"She died didn't she?"
Ignoring his own good sense, Alex pulled her into his arms, letting her face fall into his shoulder. He quickly scanned the document, looking for some glimmer of hope for her but instead he found something else. A signature at the bottom, of Nicholas Krycek.
Sandra felt him tense around her and she looked up to see his eyes cloud over and she knew that she was the reason for the death of his father.
Alex moved quickly away and sat heavily down on a chair, his eyes never leaving the signature on the document. Sandra stood where she was and watched him, like a mouse watching a snake, waiting for an attack.
She watched as tears slowly ran down his cheeks but no emotion crossed his face. Her instinct ruled over rationality and she crossed to him, kneeling at his feet. She brought her hand up to touch his hand, feeling him flinch at the touch.
Alex tore his eyes away from the paper in his hand to her look into her eyes. As he put the paper down Sandra moved her hands to frame his face. Without warning Alex's lips came crashing down on hers, his body moving to her as he laid her down on the hardwood floor.
It all seemed somewhat familiar but there was a distinct different then the last time. Something...more.
Sandra's hands ran over his neck and down his back as the kiss magnified. They rolled so Sandra was on top, his lips moving to her neck, scraping his teeth lightly across her skin, enticing a shiver and a sigh.
His hands were all over her, pushing her against him, he couldn't get enough of her, he wanted her. He wanted to be a part of her, for her to be a part of him, for something to ease the pain in his body that had been there since his father's death. He wanted to get lost in her, in an attempt to find himself. She made him feel real, not some cardboard cutout that moved from point A to B only out of necessity.
"God Sandra," he breathed into her neck.
Sandra was feeling so light-headed she was afraid she might faint. Every sense was heightened but above any physical sensation, the sensations she was feeling in her heart were raging. Even as she berated herself for it, she couldn't deny that her feelings for Alex weren't purely sexual.
That's why she pulled away.
"So I see you have full use of your arm again," she touched his left arm.
Alex, who was still dazed from the kiss, just stared blankly at her for a few seconds. "Oh...yeah." His eyes smiled up at her sarcastically, "I wonder how that is?"
It's was Sandra's turn to stare blankly, "But I never..." She thought for a few seconds, "Oh, I guess I probably shouldn't have been the one to move you around when you were unconscious." She'd been so intent on not touching his gun shot wound, she hadn't paid any attention to the spot where his arm had once been attached.
"I don't mind." Realizing they were still lying on the floor and that his ass was about to fall asleep, he said, "You know as comfortable as the floor is, I'm sure we can find a much more comfortable spot."
Sandra shifted off him, afraid he'd lead her into the bedroom but he only moved to the couch. She followed but kept a few inches apart from him, an awkwardness settled into the room, sitting right smack in the middle of Alex and Sandra.
Sandra turned to look at him but her eyes only met his knees, "Are you okay?" She asked, referring to his father.
Alex was silent for a few moments, "Yeah. It's just sort of strange, you know? The girl I'm hired to kidnap, happened to be my father's science project."
"I don't think it was a coincidence."
"Me neither."