Come Back to Me
Chapter Nine
Sydney was admitted into the hospital and changed into a gown. She was drugged up on epidural and she felt like she was floating around. The pain wasn't really there anymore. She saw three doctors enter with Will and a couple of nurses.
"Hey, Syd. So today is the day."
"Yeah...it's so nice of you to be here, Will."
Will smiled. She wasn't really thinking, he could tell.
"I wouldn't miss it. Now breath in and out. Just like in the classes."
One of the doctors approached Sydney. She looked up at him and saw these intense blue eyes. "Andrew..."
You couldn't see a smile underneath his mask, but he shook his head.
"You must have me mistaken for someone else. I'm Dr. Aksander."
Sydney gasped, but Will assumed it was of pain.
"It's okay, Sydney. Breath in. Hehehehehe."
"Shut UP!" Will flinched. She was not a happy person.
"Come on, Sydney."
The other doctor smiled. "A lot of women are a little testy with the fathers while their in labor."
Will didn't feel like correcting.
"HE'S NOT THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME!"
The doctor jumped at her scream.
"Okay. I'm sorry. I just assumed..."
Will shook his head, "It's okay. A lot of people think I'm the father."
Sydney searched the room. "Dr. Aksander. Where did he go?"
"He had to leave. He just started here today."
Sydney felt her heart start to pound. "He's back."
"Who's back, Sydney?"
"No one. Is my dad here? Did he talk to my mom?"
"I don't know. He wasn't here when I came in."
"Sydney, I know that the baby is premature, but I need you to push right now."
Sydney collapsed into the pillows.
"I can't."
"You can." Will comforted.
"How do you know?"
"Because you're Sydney Bristow. You can kick the butts of men twice your size."
"I can do this."
"Yes, you can."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"Breath, Sydney."
"Hehehehehoo. AHHHHHHH!" Will was holding onto her hand.
"OWW! OWW! OWW! Sydney, let go! OWW!!!! You are too strong! OW!" She let go of his hand.
"Sorry."
The doctor was at the bottom of the table.
"One more time, Sydney."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sydney gasped for air. Then a cry was heard.
"It's a girl."
Sydney started to ball. Will gripped her hand again. The baby was brought around. Her eyes were closed at the moment. Sydney held her closely to her body. The eyes opened. Blue. Dark, crystal blue. They were his eyes. No doubt about it.
"You got your daddy's eyes, didn't you, sweet one?"
She brushed a tear away from her own cheek.
"Mercy Angelina Bristow."
"That's a beautiful name, Sydney." Will complimented.
"I know. It's perfect."
She kissed the top of Mercy's head. The nurse came. "We'll take her to the nursery for the time being. We'll bring her back to you any minute. Now, on the birth certificate you want Mercy Angelina Bristow, correct."
"Yes. And the mother and father."
"Sydney Elizabeth Bristow."
"The father."
Sydney didn't say it out loud. Just wrote it down on the paper. Andrew Bryan Sark.
She slipped the paper to the nurse, who nodded. Sydney leaned back into the pillows. Will brushed her sweaty hair off her forehead and kissed the top of her head.
"Why don't you sleep? I'll go tell the others."
"Thanks. Will you tell, um..."
"Yeah." Will knew she meant Vaughn.
Sydney closed her eyes and her breathing deepened. She was fast asleep. Will left the room and found Dixon, Marshall, Sloane, Jack, and Francie waiting impatiently.
"She had a girl." Everyone was clapping and hugging each other. Well, at least Francie hugged Jack and Will. Sloane shook Jack's hand, Marshall cowered away, and Dixon just smiled. "Her name is Mercy Angelina Bristow. She's beautiful. She's got blue, blue eyes and a little bit of brown curls. She's going to be a gorgeous baby. They took her to the nursery. She's a little small, since she's a month premature, but the doctors think she'll be alright."
Francie squealed, "Can I see Syd?"
"She's sleeping right now. But we can go see Mercy."
The group headed down the hall, except for Will, who stayed behind to call Vaughn.
"Vaughn."
"Hey. Sydney had her baby. A bouncing baby girl named Mercy Angelina Bristow."
Vaughn nodded. Sydney had wanted to name the girl Mercy.
"I'll go tell her mother."
"She'd appreciate that."
"Thanks for calling."
"Bye."
Will sat back down in the waiting room, filled with happiness.
Sydney woke up a couple hours later. Her mind wandered to what had happened before she went into labor. They said Sark was alive. He would have come back if he was, wouldn't he? And that doctor, that had to be him. Those eyes looked so familiar. But she was wishing Andrew was there. Maybe she was just trying to force the doctor into someone. He said his name was Dr. Aksander. That couldn't be just a coincidence, could it have been? She didn't know. I mean, she had been on epidural, pretty heavy stuff. She could have been completely out of it. Maybe Dr. Aksander didn't even exist. He had left pretty quickly. Sark wouldn't have left. He wouldn't have left her behind. Right? Unless he didn't think it was safe. That was possible. If Sloane thought he was dead, he probably couldn't stick around for long. She couldn't decide if she was out of it or not at the time she had the baby. She sighed loudly, but smiled at the thought of her beautiful Mercy. She loved that girl already. How amazing was it that the baby looked like both her and Sark. His blue eyes, her brown hair, a nice blend of their skin. She was perfect in everyway. She couldn't wait to see the baby again.
Jack had been staring at Mercy for nearly an hour, his posture hardly even changing. Will came to stand next to him. Jack said, abstractly, "It's amazing how someone so innocent can come from one so evil."
Will shrugged, unsure. "What?"
"I thought the same thing after Laura left. I would see my little girl and wonder how someone so perfect could be a part of someone who was so evil and manipulative."
"What are you talking about, Jack?"
"Oh. Nothing."
"How does Mercy have anything to do with all of that?"
Jack shrugged this time and kept his eyes on the baby, the beautiful baby girl.
"Hello, Little One. You are so adorable, aren't you?" Sydney kissed the top of her head, which smelled like baby powder.
"Flower delivery."
Sydney looked around her room. Roses from Sloane, which disgusted her. Daises from Dixon, filament flowers with special scents and colors from Marshall, irises from Francie, and a giant teddy bear from Will. She wasn't sure where to put these new flowers. A head popped over the lilies and Sydney burst into a grin. She didn't say his name for fear they were being watched. "Uh, put them on the nightstand."
So Michael Vaughn did as he was told.
"Cute kid."
Sydney beamed. "Thanks. Her name is Mercy."
Vaughn approached the bed. He ran his fingers down the baby's cheek. He smiled.
"Absolutely beautiful, just like the mommy. I have some more flowers to deliver, M'am. Congratulations."
"Thank you very much."
Vaughn smiled at her and disappeared into the corridor. She took the card from the flowers and read it.
WISH I COULD STAY LONGER.
MV
Sydney grinned to herself as she dipped it back into the flowers and went back to doting on her little girl.
Chapter Nine
Sydney was admitted into the hospital and changed into a gown. She was drugged up on epidural and she felt like she was floating around. The pain wasn't really there anymore. She saw three doctors enter with Will and a couple of nurses.
"Hey, Syd. So today is the day."
"Yeah...it's so nice of you to be here, Will."
Will smiled. She wasn't really thinking, he could tell.
"I wouldn't miss it. Now breath in and out. Just like in the classes."
One of the doctors approached Sydney. She looked up at him and saw these intense blue eyes. "Andrew..."
You couldn't see a smile underneath his mask, but he shook his head.
"You must have me mistaken for someone else. I'm Dr. Aksander."
Sydney gasped, but Will assumed it was of pain.
"It's okay, Sydney. Breath in. Hehehehehe."
"Shut UP!" Will flinched. She was not a happy person.
"Come on, Sydney."
The other doctor smiled. "A lot of women are a little testy with the fathers while their in labor."
Will didn't feel like correcting.
"HE'S NOT THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME!"
The doctor jumped at her scream.
"Okay. I'm sorry. I just assumed..."
Will shook his head, "It's okay. A lot of people think I'm the father."
Sydney searched the room. "Dr. Aksander. Where did he go?"
"He had to leave. He just started here today."
Sydney felt her heart start to pound. "He's back."
"Who's back, Sydney?"
"No one. Is my dad here? Did he talk to my mom?"
"I don't know. He wasn't here when I came in."
"Sydney, I know that the baby is premature, but I need you to push right now."
Sydney collapsed into the pillows.
"I can't."
"You can." Will comforted.
"How do you know?"
"Because you're Sydney Bristow. You can kick the butts of men twice your size."
"I can do this."
"Yes, you can."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"Breath, Sydney."
"Hehehehehoo. AHHHHHHH!" Will was holding onto her hand.
"OWW! OWW! OWW! Sydney, let go! OWW!!!! You are too strong! OW!" She let go of his hand.
"Sorry."
The doctor was at the bottom of the table.
"One more time, Sydney."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sydney gasped for air. Then a cry was heard.
"It's a girl."
Sydney started to ball. Will gripped her hand again. The baby was brought around. Her eyes were closed at the moment. Sydney held her closely to her body. The eyes opened. Blue. Dark, crystal blue. They were his eyes. No doubt about it.
"You got your daddy's eyes, didn't you, sweet one?"
She brushed a tear away from her own cheek.
"Mercy Angelina Bristow."
"That's a beautiful name, Sydney." Will complimented.
"I know. It's perfect."
She kissed the top of Mercy's head. The nurse came. "We'll take her to the nursery for the time being. We'll bring her back to you any minute. Now, on the birth certificate you want Mercy Angelina Bristow, correct."
"Yes. And the mother and father."
"Sydney Elizabeth Bristow."
"The father."
Sydney didn't say it out loud. Just wrote it down on the paper. Andrew Bryan Sark.
She slipped the paper to the nurse, who nodded. Sydney leaned back into the pillows. Will brushed her sweaty hair off her forehead and kissed the top of her head.
"Why don't you sleep? I'll go tell the others."
"Thanks. Will you tell, um..."
"Yeah." Will knew she meant Vaughn.
Sydney closed her eyes and her breathing deepened. She was fast asleep. Will left the room and found Dixon, Marshall, Sloane, Jack, and Francie waiting impatiently.
"She had a girl." Everyone was clapping and hugging each other. Well, at least Francie hugged Jack and Will. Sloane shook Jack's hand, Marshall cowered away, and Dixon just smiled. "Her name is Mercy Angelina Bristow. She's beautiful. She's got blue, blue eyes and a little bit of brown curls. She's going to be a gorgeous baby. They took her to the nursery. She's a little small, since she's a month premature, but the doctors think she'll be alright."
Francie squealed, "Can I see Syd?"
"She's sleeping right now. But we can go see Mercy."
The group headed down the hall, except for Will, who stayed behind to call Vaughn.
"Vaughn."
"Hey. Sydney had her baby. A bouncing baby girl named Mercy Angelina Bristow."
Vaughn nodded. Sydney had wanted to name the girl Mercy.
"I'll go tell her mother."
"She'd appreciate that."
"Thanks for calling."
"Bye."
Will sat back down in the waiting room, filled with happiness.
Sydney woke up a couple hours later. Her mind wandered to what had happened before she went into labor. They said Sark was alive. He would have come back if he was, wouldn't he? And that doctor, that had to be him. Those eyes looked so familiar. But she was wishing Andrew was there. Maybe she was just trying to force the doctor into someone. He said his name was Dr. Aksander. That couldn't be just a coincidence, could it have been? She didn't know. I mean, she had been on epidural, pretty heavy stuff. She could have been completely out of it. Maybe Dr. Aksander didn't even exist. He had left pretty quickly. Sark wouldn't have left. He wouldn't have left her behind. Right? Unless he didn't think it was safe. That was possible. If Sloane thought he was dead, he probably couldn't stick around for long. She couldn't decide if she was out of it or not at the time she had the baby. She sighed loudly, but smiled at the thought of her beautiful Mercy. She loved that girl already. How amazing was it that the baby looked like both her and Sark. His blue eyes, her brown hair, a nice blend of their skin. She was perfect in everyway. She couldn't wait to see the baby again.
Jack had been staring at Mercy for nearly an hour, his posture hardly even changing. Will came to stand next to him. Jack said, abstractly, "It's amazing how someone so innocent can come from one so evil."
Will shrugged, unsure. "What?"
"I thought the same thing after Laura left. I would see my little girl and wonder how someone so perfect could be a part of someone who was so evil and manipulative."
"What are you talking about, Jack?"
"Oh. Nothing."
"How does Mercy have anything to do with all of that?"
Jack shrugged this time and kept his eyes on the baby, the beautiful baby girl.
"Hello, Little One. You are so adorable, aren't you?" Sydney kissed the top of her head, which smelled like baby powder.
"Flower delivery."
Sydney looked around her room. Roses from Sloane, which disgusted her. Daises from Dixon, filament flowers with special scents and colors from Marshall, irises from Francie, and a giant teddy bear from Will. She wasn't sure where to put these new flowers. A head popped over the lilies and Sydney burst into a grin. She didn't say his name for fear they were being watched. "Uh, put them on the nightstand."
So Michael Vaughn did as he was told.
"Cute kid."
Sydney beamed. "Thanks. Her name is Mercy."
Vaughn approached the bed. He ran his fingers down the baby's cheek. He smiled.
"Absolutely beautiful, just like the mommy. I have some more flowers to deliver, M'am. Congratulations."
"Thank you very much."
Vaughn smiled at her and disappeared into the corridor. She took the card from the flowers and read it.
WISH I COULD STAY LONGER.
MV
Sydney grinned to herself as she dipped it back into the flowers and went back to doting on her little girl.