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'OK Michael, pull yourself together. She is a grown woman, she can handle this, she has to know about this, and not from a stranger - from you. See, that's just it - she shouldn't have to just handle it, she should have to go through all the pain and torment that she does, why can't I protect her, shield her, hold her. Why? If it wasn't the damn CIA and their fuc*ing protocol, it was SD-6 and how they would have killed both of us, but now? Nothing. Nothing except psycho Englishmen. Bastard. *Sigh*. When...when can we just be Sydney and Michael? Now. We can be together now. SD-6 will no longer be a reality once we get back to L.A. Sark was just looking after his own interests in taking Sydney, he had no interest in the intel. S***. I've got to tell Sydney - well, I've got to see what she remembers and what she thinks she knows. God my baby...'
Vaughn was pacing the hallway outside Sydney's door. Suddenly, he wiped the tears from his face and opened the door to Sydney's room. She looked over at him slowly and saw the worry that was worn onto his face. Her face instantly fell from happiness at the sight of him to one of intense worry and pain.
"Michael...Michael what's wrong? Are you ok? Am I ok? Why am I hurting all over? Michael?" Sydney's voice was cracking as she began to cry.
'God, I show up and I make her cry. I can't even comfort her properly.'
"Sydney," Michael soothed as he strode over to her bed. "Sydney, I.don't know how to begin."
'Oh, that's good. Geez, I can't exactly start off by telling her what he did to her. OK, just begin somewhere Mike..'
Michael pulled up a chair and took Sydney's hand. He kissed her hand lightly and cupped his cheek with it. He kissed her palm and grasped her hand with both of his as he began.
"I think that Sark told you some very wrong information about.well...everything probably. I just want you to know the truth - it's what you deserve."
Michael then proceeded to tell Sydney about her life. Her job - real and fake. Her family. Her friends. Her Michael. Sydney and Michael both wept nearly the entire time, and even harder when Michael told Sydney that SD-6 would no longer be there once they got back to L.A.
"So, we can be together, there's nothing else, right?" Sydney asked cautiously.
"No, there's nothing else standing between us," Vaughn replied, kissing her hand again. "But, there is something that I need to tell you."
Vaughn took in a ragged breath and willed himself to continue. He still had to tell her what Sark did to her.
"Sydney, do you remember anything about, um, what happened before I got to Sark's house?"
Sydney's face fell as she silently shook her head. She knew whatever he was going to say was in no way good news.
"Look, I guess I should just tell you. But first I want you to know that I am NOT mad at you. I don't even want you to think that. I only want to support and love you, ok?"
Sydney nodded silently, a new wave of tears surfacing in her brown eyes.
"Sark..Sark .. he.."
'Just fuc*ing say it!'
"Syd, Sark raped you while you were unconscious. The doctor says he is running every test he can think of on you to make sure you're ok, but he doesn't." Vaughn's words were slurred and running together.
"Am I pregnant?" Sydney asked as the tears began to fall anew.
"He doesn't know yet. That's one of the tests. Sydney - are you ok?"
"Could you just hold me Michael, please?" Sydney began to sob uncontrollably as Michael carefully lay down on the bed and took Sydney into his arms.
"I will always hold you Sydney. I am never going to let you go - never."
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'OK Michael, pull yourself together. She is a grown woman, she can handle this, she has to know about this, and not from a stranger - from you. See, that's just it - she shouldn't have to just handle it, she should have to go through all the pain and torment that she does, why can't I protect her, shield her, hold her. Why? If it wasn't the damn CIA and their fuc*ing protocol, it was SD-6 and how they would have killed both of us, but now? Nothing. Nothing except psycho Englishmen. Bastard. *Sigh*. When...when can we just be Sydney and Michael? Now. We can be together now. SD-6 will no longer be a reality once we get back to L.A. Sark was just looking after his own interests in taking Sydney, he had no interest in the intel. S***. I've got to tell Sydney - well, I've got to see what she remembers and what she thinks she knows. God my baby...'
Vaughn was pacing the hallway outside Sydney's door. Suddenly, he wiped the tears from his face and opened the door to Sydney's room. She looked over at him slowly and saw the worry that was worn onto his face. Her face instantly fell from happiness at the sight of him to one of intense worry and pain.
"Michael...Michael what's wrong? Are you ok? Am I ok? Why am I hurting all over? Michael?" Sydney's voice was cracking as she began to cry.
'God, I show up and I make her cry. I can't even comfort her properly.'
"Sydney," Michael soothed as he strode over to her bed. "Sydney, I.don't know how to begin."
'Oh, that's good. Geez, I can't exactly start off by telling her what he did to her. OK, just begin somewhere Mike..'
Michael pulled up a chair and took Sydney's hand. He kissed her hand lightly and cupped his cheek with it. He kissed her palm and grasped her hand with both of his as he began.
"I think that Sark told you some very wrong information about.well...everything probably. I just want you to know the truth - it's what you deserve."
Michael then proceeded to tell Sydney about her life. Her job - real and fake. Her family. Her friends. Her Michael. Sydney and Michael both wept nearly the entire time, and even harder when Michael told Sydney that SD-6 would no longer be there once they got back to L.A.
"So, we can be together, there's nothing else, right?" Sydney asked cautiously.
"No, there's nothing else standing between us," Vaughn replied, kissing her hand again. "But, there is something that I need to tell you."
Vaughn took in a ragged breath and willed himself to continue. He still had to tell her what Sark did to her.
"Sydney, do you remember anything about, um, what happened before I got to Sark's house?"
Sydney's face fell as she silently shook her head. She knew whatever he was going to say was in no way good news.
"Look, I guess I should just tell you. But first I want you to know that I am NOT mad at you. I don't even want you to think that. I only want to support and love you, ok?"
Sydney nodded silently, a new wave of tears surfacing in her brown eyes.
"Sark..Sark .. he.."
'Just fuc*ing say it!'
"Syd, Sark raped you while you were unconscious. The doctor says he is running every test he can think of on you to make sure you're ok, but he doesn't." Vaughn's words were slurred and running together.
"Am I pregnant?" Sydney asked as the tears began to fall anew.
"He doesn't know yet. That's one of the tests. Sydney - are you ok?"
"Could you just hold me Michael, please?" Sydney began to sob uncontrollably as Michael carefully lay down on the bed and took Sydney into his arms.
"I will always hold you Sydney. I am never going to let you go - never."
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