Rising
Chapter Eight
Rescue
"My dad isn't dead." Vaughn announced from the chair.
"No." Sark answered simply as he inspected the drawer he was attached to.
"Irina didn't kill him."
"No."
Sark jiggled the drawer until he heard the drawer stops snap off. Sark quickly pulled the drawer down and twisted, dislocating his shoulder, but managing to get loose. Sydney shifted and cried out in pain. "Shh...baby, stay quiet."
"Sark..."
"Yes. It's me. I'll get you out of here." Sark quickly unhooked Vaughn.
"Get in the duct. I'll lift her up to you."
"Weiss, Will, be at the extraction point." Vaughn said into the watch before pulling himself into the vents. Sark gently lifted the incoherent Sydney and passed her to Vaughn. Sark grabbed a hold of the edge and flipped into the duct. Slowly, the two crawled through the duct together. When they got to the other side, Sark immediately took her into his arms. Vaughn lifted out his arms.
"Give her to me. You're injured."
"Doesn't matter."
"Hand her over."
"No." Sark shot Vaughn a look that could kill. He carried Sydney all the way to the van.
Sark laid her head on his lap, gently massaging her head, unaware of the own pain he felt.
"Ow...Ow...No! AH!!!!"
"Sydney, you're okay...shhh..."
She was balling and thrashing about the van.
"What did he give her?" Weiss asked impatiently from the front seat.
"I don't know. She's been babbling since I found her. But she wasn't screaming before." Vaughn answered.
"She's hallucinating." Will supplied, glancing in the rear view mirror as he drove.
"NO! GET AWAY!" Sydney rolled from side to side, screaming from whatever she was seeing and from her injuries. Sark pulled her to a sitting position and held her tightly to him, stopping her movements.
"Please, baby, stay quiet. We're going to get you help." He had whispered it, but no one missed what he said. She continued to cry. Sark looked up from her face to Will.
"We can't go to a hospital. We'll have to take her to the CIA headquarters, so she'll be safe."
Vaughn offered, feeling almost a bit of graditude to the murderer, "If you go to the CIA, they'll take you prisoner."
"I really don't care. I will not let her get caught."
"We can take her in. You can just leave."
Sark shook his head. "No. I can't just leave. I passed the point of being able to just leave a long time ago." Vaughn actually understood what this guy meant. Sydney's brown eyes opened, staring into Sark's sad blue eyes.
"Andrew?"
"I'm here, Sydney, I'm here."
The van pulled into the CIA headquarters and Sark once again refused to let anyone touch her. They headed into the entrance. Kendall and Jack were the first to see Sark strolling through the CIA office. Everyone just stopped any activity except for watching U.S. enemy number one carry double agent Bristow through the thresh hold. He started, "I don't know what he gave her, but she's been hallucinating for a while. She's been shot in both legs and her arm is broken."
Someone had found a wheelchair and rolled it over to them. Sark placed her in it carefully.
"AHHH!!! GET AWAY FROM ME! NOOOOO!!!"
"Sydney, no one is going to come after you." He had bent down on his knees. She watched his face, and he wasn't sure if she could see him or not. She relaxed though, until they started to push her away. "Take me back to him! Please...don't hurt me."
Sark heard her crying out, but knew he couldn't do anything now. Sark realized how much pain he was in, both emotionally and physically. There was a reason they weren't supposed to form attachments. Well, it was too late now. He knew how to fix the physical pain, though. He pulled on his arm and pushed it back into the socket. People stared in horror as he fixed his own arm.
"Where will they take her?" Sark asked, abstractly.
Vaughn was the only one who would answer. "Surgery, then the recooperation wing."
Sark nodded and heard Kendall come up behind him. He lifted Sark up by his good arm. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and well be used against you..."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Sark watched Sydney disappear into the corridor and felt himself being led the opposite direction, far away from Sydney and freedom.
Chapter Eight
Rescue
"My dad isn't dead." Vaughn announced from the chair.
"No." Sark answered simply as he inspected the drawer he was attached to.
"Irina didn't kill him."
"No."
Sark jiggled the drawer until he heard the drawer stops snap off. Sark quickly pulled the drawer down and twisted, dislocating his shoulder, but managing to get loose. Sydney shifted and cried out in pain. "Shh...baby, stay quiet."
"Sark..."
"Yes. It's me. I'll get you out of here." Sark quickly unhooked Vaughn.
"Get in the duct. I'll lift her up to you."
"Weiss, Will, be at the extraction point." Vaughn said into the watch before pulling himself into the vents. Sark gently lifted the incoherent Sydney and passed her to Vaughn. Sark grabbed a hold of the edge and flipped into the duct. Slowly, the two crawled through the duct together. When they got to the other side, Sark immediately took her into his arms. Vaughn lifted out his arms.
"Give her to me. You're injured."
"Doesn't matter."
"Hand her over."
"No." Sark shot Vaughn a look that could kill. He carried Sydney all the way to the van.
Sark laid her head on his lap, gently massaging her head, unaware of the own pain he felt.
"Ow...Ow...No! AH!!!!"
"Sydney, you're okay...shhh..."
She was balling and thrashing about the van.
"What did he give her?" Weiss asked impatiently from the front seat.
"I don't know. She's been babbling since I found her. But she wasn't screaming before." Vaughn answered.
"She's hallucinating." Will supplied, glancing in the rear view mirror as he drove.
"NO! GET AWAY!" Sydney rolled from side to side, screaming from whatever she was seeing and from her injuries. Sark pulled her to a sitting position and held her tightly to him, stopping her movements.
"Please, baby, stay quiet. We're going to get you help." He had whispered it, but no one missed what he said. She continued to cry. Sark looked up from her face to Will.
"We can't go to a hospital. We'll have to take her to the CIA headquarters, so she'll be safe."
Vaughn offered, feeling almost a bit of graditude to the murderer, "If you go to the CIA, they'll take you prisoner."
"I really don't care. I will not let her get caught."
"We can take her in. You can just leave."
Sark shook his head. "No. I can't just leave. I passed the point of being able to just leave a long time ago." Vaughn actually understood what this guy meant. Sydney's brown eyes opened, staring into Sark's sad blue eyes.
"Andrew?"
"I'm here, Sydney, I'm here."
The van pulled into the CIA headquarters and Sark once again refused to let anyone touch her. They headed into the entrance. Kendall and Jack were the first to see Sark strolling through the CIA office. Everyone just stopped any activity except for watching U.S. enemy number one carry double agent Bristow through the thresh hold. He started, "I don't know what he gave her, but she's been hallucinating for a while. She's been shot in both legs and her arm is broken."
Someone had found a wheelchair and rolled it over to them. Sark placed her in it carefully.
"AHHH!!! GET AWAY FROM ME! NOOOOO!!!"
"Sydney, no one is going to come after you." He had bent down on his knees. She watched his face, and he wasn't sure if she could see him or not. She relaxed though, until they started to push her away. "Take me back to him! Please...don't hurt me."
Sark heard her crying out, but knew he couldn't do anything now. Sark realized how much pain he was in, both emotionally and physically. There was a reason they weren't supposed to form attachments. Well, it was too late now. He knew how to fix the physical pain, though. He pulled on his arm and pushed it back into the socket. People stared in horror as he fixed his own arm.
"Where will they take her?" Sark asked, abstractly.
Vaughn was the only one who would answer. "Surgery, then the recooperation wing."
Sark nodded and heard Kendall come up behind him. He lifted Sark up by his good arm. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and well be used against you..."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Sark watched Sydney disappear into the corridor and felt himself being led the opposite direction, far away from Sydney and freedom.