"I know, but I couldn't resist meeting the rest of my family."
Family? Mom's crying. Poppa looks pissed. Who is the man in shadows? Why is he here?
"Hello, Jack. I don't believe we've had a good change to talk. Irina Derevko had a little surprise with her when she came back to the KGB. She was pregnant." Pregnant?
"And Sydney. It's been a long time. I think the last time I saw you was right before your little lock in with our mother. You don't seem happy to see me? Are you angry that you have a little brother? Most people would be thrilled."
Little brother?
Mom's voice is steady, even with the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Most people don't have murdering bastards for their brothers. I can't even begin to count how many times you tried to kill me."
I'm really confused now.
The man's voice seems irritated. "You haven't exactly been sister of the year either. Remember Siberia? I believe you threw an ice pick into my leg. But it doesn't matter. I'm not here to bicker with you. I'm here to meet the newest member of our family."
Shit. That would be me.
The man steps out of the shadows. He looks a little younger than Mom, maybe by 8 years. His face resembles Poppa, but his hair is blonde. He has a strange glint in his eyes. I've never seen eyes like his before. He looks towards me and smiles.
"Hello Emily, I'm your Uncle Sark."
Mom and Poppa both take a defensive stand in front of me. My mind is a complete blur. Uncle? Ice pick? Uncle Sark?
"You can't hide her from me. If wanted to kill her, she'd be dead. If I wanted to kill anyone, they'd be dead. I've gone so far as to try and protect you. Why do you think I took such pleasure in Mr. Tippin's molar extraction? He was obviously harming you. Why do you think I let Mr. Vaughn live? I knew you needed him. Your life is better because our mother is in prison. That's why she's still there. I've been a good brother. Never doubt that."
I can't see. I can only hear what's being said.
"Why are you here now? Why haven't you shown up in our lives earlier?" Mom's voice sounds tight, like she's straining not to lash out.
"The timing has never been right. I would have arisen questions and answers Emily was not ready to hear. Now she's ready to learn about her hated uncle. The evil uncle." Poppa is tensing up. He's not going to let this go on much longer. He moves quick as lightning, pinning the blonde man against the chain link fence. His face is one of pure hatred.
"I don't care if you have my blood in you. You are not my son. I do not have a son. Sydney does not have a brother. Emily does not have an uncle. You may be your mother's son, but as far as I'm concerned, my wife died before she could bear another child. Therefore if Laura Bristow was pregnant, the child died with her. Do not claim to be a part of this family. You are not." The blonde man does not seem surprised by this outburst; it seems he expected it.
"You can kill me now, but I have many allies. You would be hunted down. I don't think you want your Canadian home to be stained with blood? I know Emily would miss you. She seems to love you. Even with your past. I still don't understand how Sydney could forgive you for all you've done to her." With that comment the man's head is forced back. His adams apple is bobbing unpleasantly.
"I would be quiet if I were you. I was an expert at torture. It was my job." Poppa tortured people? For a living?
Mom seems to have found her voice. "Give us a good reason why we shouldn't kill you right here."
I don't know how, but the man manages a dry chuckle. "No matter what I say you'll still kill me. You've waited too long to let me go now. Besides, Sydney, you were raised to kill. It would be going against your nature as a spy."
I can tell by the dangerous look in Mom's eyes that he struck a nerve. She starts to walk towards him, but he manages to slip from Poppa's grasp. The room fills with a strange smelling gas. The last thing I see before I fall down is the blonde man putting something in my pocket. Then blackness.
AN: You weren't expecting that were you? Don't worry, no one dies. I despise character deaths. In case you're wondering, its only knockout gas. Don't know the scientific term. Its not brain damaging or anything. Uncle Sarky does love his family.
Family? Mom's crying. Poppa looks pissed. Who is the man in shadows? Why is he here?
"Hello, Jack. I don't believe we've had a good change to talk. Irina Derevko had a little surprise with her when she came back to the KGB. She was pregnant." Pregnant?
"And Sydney. It's been a long time. I think the last time I saw you was right before your little lock in with our mother. You don't seem happy to see me? Are you angry that you have a little brother? Most people would be thrilled."
Little brother?
Mom's voice is steady, even with the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Most people don't have murdering bastards for their brothers. I can't even begin to count how many times you tried to kill me."
I'm really confused now.
The man's voice seems irritated. "You haven't exactly been sister of the year either. Remember Siberia? I believe you threw an ice pick into my leg. But it doesn't matter. I'm not here to bicker with you. I'm here to meet the newest member of our family."
Shit. That would be me.
The man steps out of the shadows. He looks a little younger than Mom, maybe by 8 years. His face resembles Poppa, but his hair is blonde. He has a strange glint in his eyes. I've never seen eyes like his before. He looks towards me and smiles.
"Hello Emily, I'm your Uncle Sark."
Mom and Poppa both take a defensive stand in front of me. My mind is a complete blur. Uncle? Ice pick? Uncle Sark?
"You can't hide her from me. If wanted to kill her, she'd be dead. If I wanted to kill anyone, they'd be dead. I've gone so far as to try and protect you. Why do you think I took such pleasure in Mr. Tippin's molar extraction? He was obviously harming you. Why do you think I let Mr. Vaughn live? I knew you needed him. Your life is better because our mother is in prison. That's why she's still there. I've been a good brother. Never doubt that."
I can't see. I can only hear what's being said.
"Why are you here now? Why haven't you shown up in our lives earlier?" Mom's voice sounds tight, like she's straining not to lash out.
"The timing has never been right. I would have arisen questions and answers Emily was not ready to hear. Now she's ready to learn about her hated uncle. The evil uncle." Poppa is tensing up. He's not going to let this go on much longer. He moves quick as lightning, pinning the blonde man against the chain link fence. His face is one of pure hatred.
"I don't care if you have my blood in you. You are not my son. I do not have a son. Sydney does not have a brother. Emily does not have an uncle. You may be your mother's son, but as far as I'm concerned, my wife died before she could bear another child. Therefore if Laura Bristow was pregnant, the child died with her. Do not claim to be a part of this family. You are not." The blonde man does not seem surprised by this outburst; it seems he expected it.
"You can kill me now, but I have many allies. You would be hunted down. I don't think you want your Canadian home to be stained with blood? I know Emily would miss you. She seems to love you. Even with your past. I still don't understand how Sydney could forgive you for all you've done to her." With that comment the man's head is forced back. His adams apple is bobbing unpleasantly.
"I would be quiet if I were you. I was an expert at torture. It was my job." Poppa tortured people? For a living?
Mom seems to have found her voice. "Give us a good reason why we shouldn't kill you right here."
I don't know how, but the man manages a dry chuckle. "No matter what I say you'll still kill me. You've waited too long to let me go now. Besides, Sydney, you were raised to kill. It would be going against your nature as a spy."
I can tell by the dangerous look in Mom's eyes that he struck a nerve. She starts to walk towards him, but he manages to slip from Poppa's grasp. The room fills with a strange smelling gas. The last thing I see before I fall down is the blonde man putting something in my pocket. Then blackness.
AN: You weren't expecting that were you? Don't worry, no one dies. I despise character deaths. In case you're wondering, its only knockout gas. Don't know the scientific term. Its not brain damaging or anything. Uncle Sarky does love his family.