Stay with Me
Chapter Six
AN: Thank you so much for reading this story. Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. First, I couldn't get into fan fiction.net. Then, I got in a car wreck. So I've been kind of busy. But here it is. The last chapter. Thank you so much for all the kind reviews I've gotten. I appreciate each and every one of them.
Sark and Sydney arrived at the same time. He grabbed her hand and they entered the house, going directly to the nursery. Will was tied to the chair, a gag in his mouth, watching Sloane fearfully. Sloane held the baby in his arms, a sinister smile on his face.
"Finally. I'm surprised it took you both so long to join me." He commented without looking at them.
Sydney's breath caught in her throat.
"Mercy..."
"I'm shocked I didn't piece it together. The way you two started to act at work, your reaction to Sark's death, even the baby looks like him. But I never even thought of it; you two being together. No. I wanted to believe you would never betray me, Sydney. You have all this time, though. You even had him cover for you, casting away the suspicions. It hurt me, Sydney, deeply."
Sydney narrowed her eyes, only wanting to protect her daughter.
"I don't care, Sloane. Give me my daughter back."
"You caused me a lot of pain. I could simply kill you both."
He looked down at Mercy, a calm spreading over him.
"But, I know how to cause you even more pain. Just a little bundle that brings so much joy and with a snap of my hand, she'll be gone; your joy will be gone."
Sydney felt a single tear roll down her cheek. Sark squeezed her hand twice, a comforting symbol between the two. Suddenly, his gun was cocked and the shot fired, sending Sloane down. Sydney jerked, taking the blood splattered baby from her enemy as he fell to his death. She clutched Mercy, tears mingling with the sticky red liquid. Sark checked for Sloane's pulse, but found none. He untied Will before hurrying over to his family, wrapping them tightly in his arms. Jack and Vaughn entered, Kendall and Weiss following, seeing the scene before him. Kendall was the only one who didn't understand.
"Jack, what is happening?"
"Sark is Mercy's father."
Sark pressed a gentle kiss on Sydney's forehead and stroked her hair in a calming motion. Her tears soaked his chest, but he didn't care.
"I need to wash Mercy. So the blood won't dry." She said it abstractly, pulling away from everyone and going into the bathroom to wash her child.
Sloane's body had been removed from the house. The blood was currently being scrubbed away by Will and Vaughn, hopefully before Francie returned. Sydney hadn't been able to leave Mercy alone since the shooting. Sure, she knew Sloane was dead, but it made her feel better. She couldn't help but be afraid. Sark came up behind her, embracing her, the sunlight reflecting off their faces. She turned to him, staring into his crystal blue eyes. Reassurance stood in them, promises of protection and love. She smiled as he trailed kisses down her neck, feather light butterflies. Will groaned, "Can you two please get a room?"
Sark whispered in her ear, "I think we should arrange that."
Sydney giggled, feeling the weight being lifted off her shoulders. She had Sark. The Alliance was gone. Mercy was fine. Her friends were out of danger. And she was no longer a spy. They could live now.
"Sweetheart, I love you. Don't worry. We can protect our family if we have to."
Sydney nodded, her brown eyes meeting his.
"I love you, too. I think we'll all be fine."
He took her hand in placed his lips on her ring.
"I think we should keep our rings as communication."
"That was clever."
He lowered his mouth onto hers. Will grumbled again, annoyed by the very public display of affection. The blood had finally disappeared off the wall and Mercy's blanket was in the washing machine. Vaughn had taken the wailing girl in his arms, murmuring jumbled words to her. Francie came in, surprised to see a new man in the room, but was quickly introduced. Francie gave Will a quick kiss, unaware of what had occurred in the room only hours before. Michael...no, not Vaughn, Michael melded into the group easily. Sydney grinned against Sark's shoulder.
"What's that grin for?"
"My life is in order. My two lives are combining, the spy stuff totally gone. I'm free and happy."
"Then so am I."
They turned their attention back to Sydney's friends, ecstatic once again, or perhaps for the first time.
FIN
Chapter Six
AN: Thank you so much for reading this story. Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. First, I couldn't get into fan fiction.net. Then, I got in a car wreck. So I've been kind of busy. But here it is. The last chapter. Thank you so much for all the kind reviews I've gotten. I appreciate each and every one of them.
Sark and Sydney arrived at the same time. He grabbed her hand and they entered the house, going directly to the nursery. Will was tied to the chair, a gag in his mouth, watching Sloane fearfully. Sloane held the baby in his arms, a sinister smile on his face.
"Finally. I'm surprised it took you both so long to join me." He commented without looking at them.
Sydney's breath caught in her throat.
"Mercy..."
"I'm shocked I didn't piece it together. The way you two started to act at work, your reaction to Sark's death, even the baby looks like him. But I never even thought of it; you two being together. No. I wanted to believe you would never betray me, Sydney. You have all this time, though. You even had him cover for you, casting away the suspicions. It hurt me, Sydney, deeply."
Sydney narrowed her eyes, only wanting to protect her daughter.
"I don't care, Sloane. Give me my daughter back."
"You caused me a lot of pain. I could simply kill you both."
He looked down at Mercy, a calm spreading over him.
"But, I know how to cause you even more pain. Just a little bundle that brings so much joy and with a snap of my hand, she'll be gone; your joy will be gone."
Sydney felt a single tear roll down her cheek. Sark squeezed her hand twice, a comforting symbol between the two. Suddenly, his gun was cocked and the shot fired, sending Sloane down. Sydney jerked, taking the blood splattered baby from her enemy as he fell to his death. She clutched Mercy, tears mingling with the sticky red liquid. Sark checked for Sloane's pulse, but found none. He untied Will before hurrying over to his family, wrapping them tightly in his arms. Jack and Vaughn entered, Kendall and Weiss following, seeing the scene before him. Kendall was the only one who didn't understand.
"Jack, what is happening?"
"Sark is Mercy's father."
Sark pressed a gentle kiss on Sydney's forehead and stroked her hair in a calming motion. Her tears soaked his chest, but he didn't care.
"I need to wash Mercy. So the blood won't dry." She said it abstractly, pulling away from everyone and going into the bathroom to wash her child.
Sloane's body had been removed from the house. The blood was currently being scrubbed away by Will and Vaughn, hopefully before Francie returned. Sydney hadn't been able to leave Mercy alone since the shooting. Sure, she knew Sloane was dead, but it made her feel better. She couldn't help but be afraid. Sark came up behind her, embracing her, the sunlight reflecting off their faces. She turned to him, staring into his crystal blue eyes. Reassurance stood in them, promises of protection and love. She smiled as he trailed kisses down her neck, feather light butterflies. Will groaned, "Can you two please get a room?"
Sark whispered in her ear, "I think we should arrange that."
Sydney giggled, feeling the weight being lifted off her shoulders. She had Sark. The Alliance was gone. Mercy was fine. Her friends were out of danger. And she was no longer a spy. They could live now.
"Sweetheart, I love you. Don't worry. We can protect our family if we have to."
Sydney nodded, her brown eyes meeting his.
"I love you, too. I think we'll all be fine."
He took her hand in placed his lips on her ring.
"I think we should keep our rings as communication."
"That was clever."
He lowered his mouth onto hers. Will grumbled again, annoyed by the very public display of affection. The blood had finally disappeared off the wall and Mercy's blanket was in the washing machine. Vaughn had taken the wailing girl in his arms, murmuring jumbled words to her. Francie came in, surprised to see a new man in the room, but was quickly introduced. Francie gave Will a quick kiss, unaware of what had occurred in the room only hours before. Michael...no, not Vaughn, Michael melded into the group easily. Sydney grinned against Sark's shoulder.
"What's that grin for?"
"My life is in order. My two lives are combining, the spy stuff totally gone. I'm free and happy."
"Then so am I."
They turned their attention back to Sydney's friends, ecstatic once again, or perhaps for the first time.
FIN