Come Back to Me
Chapter Eight
Sydney was now eight months pregnant. The last two months had been pretty much uneventful. Doctor's appointments, birthing classes, a few meetings with Vaughn, and then her new place at SD-6 in communications kept her busy. She was cooking dinner that evening, just happy that the smell didn't make her sick. She stirred the sauce, but felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She felt like she was being watched. She looked out the window, but couldn't see anything. But the feeling wouldn't go away. She was starting to get creeped out. She hadn't felt like she was being watched for a while. She picked up the phone and dialed it hurriedly.
"Vaughn."
"I think I'm being watched."
"Where are you?"
"My house."
"I'll come check it out. Don't worry, Syd. You'll be all right."
"Thanks. I'm probably just being paranoid."
"With your life, I highly doubt it."
Sydney sighed as she hung up the phone. Will came in, holding a shopping bag.
"Hey! What's up?"
"Did you see anyone when you came in?"
"No. Why? Is someone out there?"
"I just have this feeling. Okay, what's in the bag?"
"Well, I was in the store and I found this little carrier. I couldn't resist buying it."
He pulled it out. It was a white basket with a blue and pink plaid blanket on the inside. Sydney grinned. "It's so cute."
"I thought it would be perfect for the little one." Will pressed his hand on Sydney's stomach. "It's kicking again. And you think it's a girl."
"First, did you forget who you're talking to. I kick better than most guys twice my size. Well, before I got to be in this shape. And you put it into account of who the parents are, it's not suprising the baby kicks a lot."
Will didn't comment about how he didn't know who the dad was. Sydney jumped when she heard a tap on the window. "Vaughn..."
She opened the back door and he slipped inside.
"Hey. I didn't see anybody. I looked all around."
"I'm just a paranoid mother to be. Thanks for coming to check it out, though."
"No problem. Aw, that's adorable."
Vaughn pointed to the basket. "Will just bought it. Oh! You want to see the nursery while you're here."
"For a second."
Sydney led him into the room she and Francie had converted into a nursery. There were blue walls, Sydney had picked the color close to Sark's eyes. A white crib sat in the center of the room with yellow blankets and mattress pad. From the ceiling, a mobile hung with teddy bears all around it. A white rocking chair with a yellow and blue heart shaped pillow sat in the corner. The changing table was on the opposite wall.
"It's wonderful, Sydney."
"Thanks. Francie gets all the credit. She helped me pick it all out and planned the room out. I just chose the colors. Speaking of Francie, she's supposed to be home anytime. So, you should go. But thank you for listening to the rants of a paranoid woman."
"You're not paranoid. Call me anytime you think you're unsafe."
"I always do."
Vaughn smiled and nodded to Will. "I'll see you later, Sydney." Vaughn slid out the backdoor, missing Francie by two minutes.
Sydney was at her desk when the phone rang. She rubbed her temples and sighed. She had a terrible headache and the baby was kicking like no other. She picked up the phone, "Sydney Bristow."
"Hello, Miss Bristow."
"Who is this?"
"You recall Mr. Sark, do you not?"
Sydney didn't reply.
"Answer me, Miss Bristow, or the information I have will not be revealed."
Sydney stood up, "Tell me who you are."
"Someone who has information."
"What is it? I remember him."
"I should hope so, since your pregnant with his baby."
"What is your information?"
"Mr. Sark did not die when Sloane had him shot. He is still very much alive."
Sydney gasped. She felt her abdomen tighten. She was falling backwards all of a sudden. Her mind flew to the baby. What if it got hurt? Arms had grabbed her back and put her down gentle. She cried out in pain. "Miss Bristow, are you okay?" She heard Marshall's concerned voice asking her. "Hello? Hello?" Sydney yelled into the phone, but the other person had already disconnected. "Marshall...I'm in labor."
Marshall's mouth dropped open. "But don't you have another month?"
"Yes..."
Sydney started to breathe. "I need to get to the hospital. Call Will. Tell him to meet me there. Someone call my dad." Dixon came rushing over.
"Sydney!"
"Can you drive me to the hospital?"
"Yes. Come on."
"Marshall, please, call Will Tippin. And find my dad!"
Marshall nodded dutifully and turned away. Dixon helped Sydney to the car.
Chapter Eight
Sydney was now eight months pregnant. The last two months had been pretty much uneventful. Doctor's appointments, birthing classes, a few meetings with Vaughn, and then her new place at SD-6 in communications kept her busy. She was cooking dinner that evening, just happy that the smell didn't make her sick. She stirred the sauce, but felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She felt like she was being watched. She looked out the window, but couldn't see anything. But the feeling wouldn't go away. She was starting to get creeped out. She hadn't felt like she was being watched for a while. She picked up the phone and dialed it hurriedly.
"Vaughn."
"I think I'm being watched."
"Where are you?"
"My house."
"I'll come check it out. Don't worry, Syd. You'll be all right."
"Thanks. I'm probably just being paranoid."
"With your life, I highly doubt it."
Sydney sighed as she hung up the phone. Will came in, holding a shopping bag.
"Hey! What's up?"
"Did you see anyone when you came in?"
"No. Why? Is someone out there?"
"I just have this feeling. Okay, what's in the bag?"
"Well, I was in the store and I found this little carrier. I couldn't resist buying it."
He pulled it out. It was a white basket with a blue and pink plaid blanket on the inside. Sydney grinned. "It's so cute."
"I thought it would be perfect for the little one." Will pressed his hand on Sydney's stomach. "It's kicking again. And you think it's a girl."
"First, did you forget who you're talking to. I kick better than most guys twice my size. Well, before I got to be in this shape. And you put it into account of who the parents are, it's not suprising the baby kicks a lot."
Will didn't comment about how he didn't know who the dad was. Sydney jumped when she heard a tap on the window. "Vaughn..."
She opened the back door and he slipped inside.
"Hey. I didn't see anybody. I looked all around."
"I'm just a paranoid mother to be. Thanks for coming to check it out, though."
"No problem. Aw, that's adorable."
Vaughn pointed to the basket. "Will just bought it. Oh! You want to see the nursery while you're here."
"For a second."
Sydney led him into the room she and Francie had converted into a nursery. There were blue walls, Sydney had picked the color close to Sark's eyes. A white crib sat in the center of the room with yellow blankets and mattress pad. From the ceiling, a mobile hung with teddy bears all around it. A white rocking chair with a yellow and blue heart shaped pillow sat in the corner. The changing table was on the opposite wall.
"It's wonderful, Sydney."
"Thanks. Francie gets all the credit. She helped me pick it all out and planned the room out. I just chose the colors. Speaking of Francie, she's supposed to be home anytime. So, you should go. But thank you for listening to the rants of a paranoid woman."
"You're not paranoid. Call me anytime you think you're unsafe."
"I always do."
Vaughn smiled and nodded to Will. "I'll see you later, Sydney." Vaughn slid out the backdoor, missing Francie by two minutes.
Sydney was at her desk when the phone rang. She rubbed her temples and sighed. She had a terrible headache and the baby was kicking like no other. She picked up the phone, "Sydney Bristow."
"Hello, Miss Bristow."
"Who is this?"
"You recall Mr. Sark, do you not?"
Sydney didn't reply.
"Answer me, Miss Bristow, or the information I have will not be revealed."
Sydney stood up, "Tell me who you are."
"Someone who has information."
"What is it? I remember him."
"I should hope so, since your pregnant with his baby."
"What is your information?"
"Mr. Sark did not die when Sloane had him shot. He is still very much alive."
Sydney gasped. She felt her abdomen tighten. She was falling backwards all of a sudden. Her mind flew to the baby. What if it got hurt? Arms had grabbed her back and put her down gentle. She cried out in pain. "Miss Bristow, are you okay?" She heard Marshall's concerned voice asking her. "Hello? Hello?" Sydney yelled into the phone, but the other person had already disconnected. "Marshall...I'm in labor."
Marshall's mouth dropped open. "But don't you have another month?"
"Yes..."
Sydney started to breathe. "I need to get to the hospital. Call Will. Tell him to meet me there. Someone call my dad." Dixon came rushing over.
"Sydney!"
"Can you drive me to the hospital?"
"Yes. Come on."
"Marshall, please, call Will Tippin. And find my dad!"
Marshall nodded dutifully and turned away. Dixon helped Sydney to the car.