Stay with Me
Chapter Two
Weiss opened the door for Sydney when she entered the CIA Operations Center. He started making the general goo goo noises at the beautiful newborn. Vaughn immediately took the diaper bag and helped her inside.
"Hey, Sydney."
"Hi, Vaughn."
"How are you feeling?"
"Better than ever. Is my mom on the roof?"
"Yeah. Are you wanting to speak with her?"
"I promised I would bring Mercy by to see her."
"That girl is going to be messed up. Mom and Grandpa are super spies, Grandma is prisoner for espionage and treason, and Daddy is a cold-blooded kill..." Vaughn stopped, realizing he had just given himself away. Sydney cradled Mercy to her, brown eyes flashing in anger.
"How do you know that?"
Vaughn smiled sheepishly, hoping charm could get him out of this one.
"I've, uh, known for a while."
"A while? Define a while."
"Since you talked to your mother privately and the room was wired, leaving Weiss, your dad, and I knowing who the father is."
Sydney sighed, turning away from her handler, furious at his betrayal. She jerked the diaper bag away from him and strode towards the door to the roof.
Irina was staring at the view of the trees, inhaling the fresh air.
"Mom?"
Irina flicked her eyes to the door and saw her daughter, clutching a tiny bundle in her arms.
"Is that my granddaughter?" That seemed to snap Sydney out of her reverie. She walked to her mom and Irina looked through the blue and yellow plaid blanket. Mercy opened her wide blue eyes to study her grandmother. She clamped onto Irina's long hair and seemed quite content to just hold it. Sydney and Irina exchanged smiles, bonded by the little girl.
"She really looks like the both of you." Irina stated, quietly. Mercy let go of her tresses and closed her eyes again, her mid-morning nap calling to her.
"He's alive."
Irina's head whipped up, "What?"
"Andrew is alive. He came back to me last night."
"That's wonderful!" Irina exclaimed, sincerely.
Sydney nodded. "I'm glad to have him home. But I don't know how safe it will stay. I'm hoping Dad will help us."
"Do you think he will?"
Irina already knew the answer to her own question. Of course not. He wouldn't help Mr. Sark, no matter how hard she begged. Irina knew exactly what to do, but she would wait. Sydney would come to her. Just wait, she had all the time in the world. Then, she would truly help her daughter. Sydney shrugged, shifting Mercy to her other arm. She was tiny, being premature, no larger than a doll.
"I hope he will."
Sydney smiled at her mother, knowing it was just a sad hope.
"Sydney, Irina, time's up." Vaughn called from the doorway. Sydney wished she could hug her mother, but they'd already had that chance. Irina nodded, understanding Sydney's motion. Sydney choked a good bye to her mom and brushed past Vaughn.
"Syd..."
"Don't talk to me." Irina raised her eye brows, observing the usually harmonious couple's disharmony. Vaughn watched her leave before nodding to the marshalls to take Irina back to her cell.
Jack ran into Sydney on her way out the door.
"Sydney! I need to discuss something with you."
Jack took the carrier away from her and led her into a private room. "What is it?"
"Sark may be alive. Sloane received some intel from a source that he never died."
Sydney chose her words carefully.
"Yes. Does Sloane know where he is?"
"He requested that I find him. And kill him."
Sydney glanced down at her lap, her hands folded demurely.
"Dad, um, well, you already know Sark is Mercy's father."
"He is?" Jack said, feigning innocence.
"Vaughn already told me about the wire."
Jack looked away from his daughter's gaze, feeling almost ashamed.
"Okay, so I do know."
"Well, he came back last night. He isn't dead."
Her eyes had taken on a loving sparkle as she spoke.
"He obviously needs to hide, until we can get him cover or get rid of the Alliance. I want him in Los Angeles. Do you think you can help us? Or the CIA?"
Jack shook his head vehemetly.
"No. He's an enemy of the United States."
"He's Mercy's father."
"He's killed a countless amount of people."
"I love him."
A dark pall fell over the room. She had never directly admitted to being in love with Sark to her father.
"No."
Sydney shook her head and gathered things.
"Fine."
She exited the room in a rush of rage and anger.
Sydney slammed the house door, waking Mercy into a scream. Sark was on the couch, waiting for her return.
"My girls are not happy."
"No, they aren't." Sydney muttered as she quieted the baby girl. Sark wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to the crown of her head.
"What's got you so upset?"
Sydney leaned into his gently caress, burying her head into his chest. She held onto him, inhaling his cologne, the comforting scent she knew so well. His soothing voice broke through the silence. "Do you want talk about it?"
"He betrayed me, they both did. Then he refuses to help."
"Your dad?"
"And Vaughn."
Sark's hand slid into her hair, massaging his head methodically.
"I asked him to help us. He refused. He's so stubborn."
"Because that doesn't run in the family."
Sydney grinned in spite of herself.
"I don't want you to leave. I need you. Mercy needs you."
Sark whispered huskily into her ear, "I need you, also."
"But if you stay, Sloane will find out and kill you for real this time. He already knows your alive. He wants my dad to find you...and dispose of you."
"What do you want me to do, Sweetheart?"
"I want you, Andrew."
Sark took her mouth to his, overtaking her sadness and turning it into passion. Their foreheads rested on each other.
"What am I supposed do?"
"We'll talk to Irina. I need to. If you put on a set of comm links and make it so Irina and I can converse, we might be able to devise a plan."
"You think she can help us; even in captivity?"
"I know she can and she will. Though, she's probably done a lot of evil in your life, she's always cared for you. Much like myself."
Sydney looked up at him, studying his face.
"I don't hate you for what you've done. You know that. We were on opposite sides. I still love you, Andrew."
Sark's eyes softened, but guilt still hung in the irises. Sydney brushed her hand down his jaw line, kissing a trail down his neck.
"I love you, Sydney." He whispered it throatily, feeling his temperature rise. The tension slid into the air, full of their attraction and passion. He raised Sydney's chin, pulling her lips from her very steady work on his collarbone and kissed her with a fire never used before. He tightened his hold and pulled her towards him. Sydney found herself running her hand through Sark's tousled blond hair. He led her to the couch, never breaking their contact, forgetting for a moment about Mercy.
Chapter Two
Weiss opened the door for Sydney when she entered the CIA Operations Center. He started making the general goo goo noises at the beautiful newborn. Vaughn immediately took the diaper bag and helped her inside.
"Hey, Sydney."
"Hi, Vaughn."
"How are you feeling?"
"Better than ever. Is my mom on the roof?"
"Yeah. Are you wanting to speak with her?"
"I promised I would bring Mercy by to see her."
"That girl is going to be messed up. Mom and Grandpa are super spies, Grandma is prisoner for espionage and treason, and Daddy is a cold-blooded kill..." Vaughn stopped, realizing he had just given himself away. Sydney cradled Mercy to her, brown eyes flashing in anger.
"How do you know that?"
Vaughn smiled sheepishly, hoping charm could get him out of this one.
"I've, uh, known for a while."
"A while? Define a while."
"Since you talked to your mother privately and the room was wired, leaving Weiss, your dad, and I knowing who the father is."
Sydney sighed, turning away from her handler, furious at his betrayal. She jerked the diaper bag away from him and strode towards the door to the roof.
Irina was staring at the view of the trees, inhaling the fresh air.
"Mom?"
Irina flicked her eyes to the door and saw her daughter, clutching a tiny bundle in her arms.
"Is that my granddaughter?" That seemed to snap Sydney out of her reverie. She walked to her mom and Irina looked through the blue and yellow plaid blanket. Mercy opened her wide blue eyes to study her grandmother. She clamped onto Irina's long hair and seemed quite content to just hold it. Sydney and Irina exchanged smiles, bonded by the little girl.
"She really looks like the both of you." Irina stated, quietly. Mercy let go of her tresses and closed her eyes again, her mid-morning nap calling to her.
"He's alive."
Irina's head whipped up, "What?"
"Andrew is alive. He came back to me last night."
"That's wonderful!" Irina exclaimed, sincerely.
Sydney nodded. "I'm glad to have him home. But I don't know how safe it will stay. I'm hoping Dad will help us."
"Do you think he will?"
Irina already knew the answer to her own question. Of course not. He wouldn't help Mr. Sark, no matter how hard she begged. Irina knew exactly what to do, but she would wait. Sydney would come to her. Just wait, she had all the time in the world. Then, she would truly help her daughter. Sydney shrugged, shifting Mercy to her other arm. She was tiny, being premature, no larger than a doll.
"I hope he will."
Sydney smiled at her mother, knowing it was just a sad hope.
"Sydney, Irina, time's up." Vaughn called from the doorway. Sydney wished she could hug her mother, but they'd already had that chance. Irina nodded, understanding Sydney's motion. Sydney choked a good bye to her mom and brushed past Vaughn.
"Syd..."
"Don't talk to me." Irina raised her eye brows, observing the usually harmonious couple's disharmony. Vaughn watched her leave before nodding to the marshalls to take Irina back to her cell.
Jack ran into Sydney on her way out the door.
"Sydney! I need to discuss something with you."
Jack took the carrier away from her and led her into a private room. "What is it?"
"Sark may be alive. Sloane received some intel from a source that he never died."
Sydney chose her words carefully.
"Yes. Does Sloane know where he is?"
"He requested that I find him. And kill him."
Sydney glanced down at her lap, her hands folded demurely.
"Dad, um, well, you already know Sark is Mercy's father."
"He is?" Jack said, feigning innocence.
"Vaughn already told me about the wire."
Jack looked away from his daughter's gaze, feeling almost ashamed.
"Okay, so I do know."
"Well, he came back last night. He isn't dead."
Her eyes had taken on a loving sparkle as she spoke.
"He obviously needs to hide, until we can get him cover or get rid of the Alliance. I want him in Los Angeles. Do you think you can help us? Or the CIA?"
Jack shook his head vehemetly.
"No. He's an enemy of the United States."
"He's Mercy's father."
"He's killed a countless amount of people."
"I love him."
A dark pall fell over the room. She had never directly admitted to being in love with Sark to her father.
"No."
Sydney shook her head and gathered things.
"Fine."
She exited the room in a rush of rage and anger.
Sydney slammed the house door, waking Mercy into a scream. Sark was on the couch, waiting for her return.
"My girls are not happy."
"No, they aren't." Sydney muttered as she quieted the baby girl. Sark wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to the crown of her head.
"What's got you so upset?"
Sydney leaned into his gently caress, burying her head into his chest. She held onto him, inhaling his cologne, the comforting scent she knew so well. His soothing voice broke through the silence. "Do you want talk about it?"
"He betrayed me, they both did. Then he refuses to help."
"Your dad?"
"And Vaughn."
Sark's hand slid into her hair, massaging his head methodically.
"I asked him to help us. He refused. He's so stubborn."
"Because that doesn't run in the family."
Sydney grinned in spite of herself.
"I don't want you to leave. I need you. Mercy needs you."
Sark whispered huskily into her ear, "I need you, also."
"But if you stay, Sloane will find out and kill you for real this time. He already knows your alive. He wants my dad to find you...and dispose of you."
"What do you want me to do, Sweetheart?"
"I want you, Andrew."
Sark took her mouth to his, overtaking her sadness and turning it into passion. Their foreheads rested on each other.
"What am I supposed do?"
"We'll talk to Irina. I need to. If you put on a set of comm links and make it so Irina and I can converse, we might be able to devise a plan."
"You think she can help us; even in captivity?"
"I know she can and she will. Though, she's probably done a lot of evil in your life, she's always cared for you. Much like myself."
Sydney looked up at him, studying his face.
"I don't hate you for what you've done. You know that. We were on opposite sides. I still love you, Andrew."
Sark's eyes softened, but guilt still hung in the irises. Sydney brushed her hand down his jaw line, kissing a trail down his neck.
"I love you, Sydney." He whispered it throatily, feeling his temperature rise. The tension slid into the air, full of their attraction and passion. He raised Sydney's chin, pulling her lips from her very steady work on his collarbone and kissed her with a fire never used before. He tightened his hold and pulled her towards him. Sydney found herself running her hand through Sark's tousled blond hair. He led her to the couch, never breaking their contact, forgetting for a moment about Mercy.