Found
Chapter Two
Prophecy Girl
Sydney groaned as she woke up from a deep sleep. She laid lazily against the pillows, considering the night. That's when it all came crashing back to her like a tsunami. She started, nearly jumping right out of the bed. She spotted Sark, his back to her, a lap top open on his desk. She debated between trying to make a run for it or making her current state known. She didn't trust Sark yet, but she didn't have anywhere else to go. She might as well listen to what he had to say.
"Hi."
"Good morning, Miss Bristow."
"I'm staying with you for now, Sark. You can address me as Sydney."
"Indeed."
"What can I call you?" Sydney asked, her curiosity finally overtaking her pride and feigned disinterest. She wanted to know his surname. She'd always wondered.
"Ah, ah. Sark will do." He replied, a small smile breaking through his usually tough facade. He lifted up a manila folder and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Are you ready to hear some of this, Sydney?"
"Yes." She said it so matter of factly, Sark didn't question it anymore. He admired her courage and desire to learn the truth, no matter what the cost. Sark found her to be quite equal in that sense. She was equal to him in many ways. Intelligence, battling, spying, all of it, they matched each other, step for step.
"This is a copy from a page of Rambaldi's manuscript. It mentions the woman from page forty-seven. You. It translates into something of the sort:
The woman whose wrath matches the fury of fire,
Will be wracked from her time.
She will know nothing, understand nothing,
Finding herself alone in the world.
It is at this time she will choose her exact path.
The one who holds the knowledge,
The man who travels both good and evil,
He holds the key to the universe.
He will be the one to save her from herself, if she allows it.
Only he can protect the world."
Sydney's eyes widened into saucers. "I could destroy the world if I wanted to? If Rambaldi isn't insane, that is."
"Do you think he is?"
"I think he's ruined a lot of lives."
"So have we." Sark replied simply.
Sydney fell silent for a moment, pondering his words. Sark spoke the truth. She'd ruined Danny's life and Francie's and Will's. He'd ruined her's and Vaughn's, plus many others.
"Do we know who the man is from the prophecy?"
Sark didn't answer right away. He didn't think she was supposed to know it was him. He wouldn't tell her. Not yet. He didn't think she would take that kindly anyway. Being told, he, the murderer, would save her from destroying the world would seem highly unlikely and it would infuriate her. He shook his head. Sydney stared down at her hands.
"He's crazy, right?" She needed reassurance, though Sark wasn't exactly the type to comfort her.
"Possibly."
"I don't want to destroy the world. I've tried to make it a better place many times!"
"I know, Sydney. I don't know if he's right or not. I'm just telling you the prophecy."
Sark was evading the issue. He didn't necessarily want to tell Sydney how to find the device and determine her destiny. He wanted to keep her away from it. Maybe they could start over. Forget all about the CIA and the year 2003. Maybe she would accept what had happened and they could both move on. Sark mentally kicked himself. Right, she's just going to pack up and move in with you, all because you're her favorite person. Sark handed her the paper. It was a copy of the parchment. Only Sark knew that they would be pushed into the future, so he had made sure he had all the materials with him that he would need. He noticed Sydney pacing the hotel room nervously.
"I need to go for a jog." She announced restlessly.
Sark's eyes started to sparkle mischieviously as he met her startled gaze.
"Will you disappear if I let you go or dare I hope you'll return to me?"
Sydney replied pointedly, "I have no where else to go."
"You never know with you, Sydney. Listen, we have to go to Cairo in three hours."
"I'll just be away for a minute. I'll be back before we need to leave for the airport."
"Be back in an hour."
Sydney sighed, indignation rising in her throat. Sark was telling her what to do like she was a child or worse, one of his lackeys. All the same, she chose to wait for a better topic to protest him on.
"Fine."
She grabbed a hair tie and pulled her long, brown tresses into a ponytail. She flattened out her palm, waiting to receive the hotel room key. Sark gave it over and watched the beautiful woman walk out the door.
Sydney took in the sights of Hong Kong. Something seemed a little different to her, other than the two years. She surveyed the city while her mind raced around the information Sark had revealed to her. She flashed back to her mother telling her that she was the woman from the prophecy. Sydney had never imagined bringing an end to the world, although with so much of the destruction she'd seen, the idea wasn't entirely unappealing. It would rid them of the major issues ruining Earth. She shook those thoughts away and went back to Sark. He was being kind to her, and she didn't quite understand it. He'd been unusually understanding and he hadn't ever really threatened her since they found each other. He was handsome, to say the least, with those blond curls and amazingly vulnerable eyes. He usually kept a guard about him, but she'd seen him at his most tender moment. He wanted to help her. She truly believed that. His methods were unorthodox. His reasoning was far from what she'd call lawful, but he would help her. She'd been unconcious for two years and he was telling her that there was a reason for all of this. A reason that Vaughn was married, a reason for all of her confusing memories? She wasn't sure about that. She took a refreshing breath of air only to find the smog was too thick. She sighed loudly as she continued her journey around the block. v
Chapter Two
Prophecy Girl
Sydney groaned as she woke up from a deep sleep. She laid lazily against the pillows, considering the night. That's when it all came crashing back to her like a tsunami. She started, nearly jumping right out of the bed. She spotted Sark, his back to her, a lap top open on his desk. She debated between trying to make a run for it or making her current state known. She didn't trust Sark yet, but she didn't have anywhere else to go. She might as well listen to what he had to say.
"Hi."
"Good morning, Miss Bristow."
"I'm staying with you for now, Sark. You can address me as Sydney."
"Indeed."
"What can I call you?" Sydney asked, her curiosity finally overtaking her pride and feigned disinterest. She wanted to know his surname. She'd always wondered.
"Ah, ah. Sark will do." He replied, a small smile breaking through his usually tough facade. He lifted up a manila folder and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Are you ready to hear some of this, Sydney?"
"Yes." She said it so matter of factly, Sark didn't question it anymore. He admired her courage and desire to learn the truth, no matter what the cost. Sark found her to be quite equal in that sense. She was equal to him in many ways. Intelligence, battling, spying, all of it, they matched each other, step for step.
"This is a copy from a page of Rambaldi's manuscript. It mentions the woman from page forty-seven. You. It translates into something of the sort:
The woman whose wrath matches the fury of fire,
Will be wracked from her time.
She will know nothing, understand nothing,
Finding herself alone in the world.
It is at this time she will choose her exact path.
The one who holds the knowledge,
The man who travels both good and evil,
He holds the key to the universe.
He will be the one to save her from herself, if she allows it.
Only he can protect the world."
Sydney's eyes widened into saucers. "I could destroy the world if I wanted to? If Rambaldi isn't insane, that is."
"Do you think he is?"
"I think he's ruined a lot of lives."
"So have we." Sark replied simply.
Sydney fell silent for a moment, pondering his words. Sark spoke the truth. She'd ruined Danny's life and Francie's and Will's. He'd ruined her's and Vaughn's, plus many others.
"Do we know who the man is from the prophecy?"
Sark didn't answer right away. He didn't think she was supposed to know it was him. He wouldn't tell her. Not yet. He didn't think she would take that kindly anyway. Being told, he, the murderer, would save her from destroying the world would seem highly unlikely and it would infuriate her. He shook his head. Sydney stared down at her hands.
"He's crazy, right?" She needed reassurance, though Sark wasn't exactly the type to comfort her.
"Possibly."
"I don't want to destroy the world. I've tried to make it a better place many times!"
"I know, Sydney. I don't know if he's right or not. I'm just telling you the prophecy."
Sark was evading the issue. He didn't necessarily want to tell Sydney how to find the device and determine her destiny. He wanted to keep her away from it. Maybe they could start over. Forget all about the CIA and the year 2003. Maybe she would accept what had happened and they could both move on. Sark mentally kicked himself. Right, she's just going to pack up and move in with you, all because you're her favorite person. Sark handed her the paper. It was a copy of the parchment. Only Sark knew that they would be pushed into the future, so he had made sure he had all the materials with him that he would need. He noticed Sydney pacing the hotel room nervously.
"I need to go for a jog." She announced restlessly.
Sark's eyes started to sparkle mischieviously as he met her startled gaze.
"Will you disappear if I let you go or dare I hope you'll return to me?"
Sydney replied pointedly, "I have no where else to go."
"You never know with you, Sydney. Listen, we have to go to Cairo in three hours."
"I'll just be away for a minute. I'll be back before we need to leave for the airport."
"Be back in an hour."
Sydney sighed, indignation rising in her throat. Sark was telling her what to do like she was a child or worse, one of his lackeys. All the same, she chose to wait for a better topic to protest him on.
"Fine."
She grabbed a hair tie and pulled her long, brown tresses into a ponytail. She flattened out her palm, waiting to receive the hotel room key. Sark gave it over and watched the beautiful woman walk out the door.
Sydney took in the sights of Hong Kong. Something seemed a little different to her, other than the two years. She surveyed the city while her mind raced around the information Sark had revealed to her. She flashed back to her mother telling her that she was the woman from the prophecy. Sydney had never imagined bringing an end to the world, although with so much of the destruction she'd seen, the idea wasn't entirely unappealing. It would rid them of the major issues ruining Earth. She shook those thoughts away and went back to Sark. He was being kind to her, and she didn't quite understand it. He'd been unusually understanding and he hadn't ever really threatened her since they found each other. He was handsome, to say the least, with those blond curls and amazingly vulnerable eyes. He usually kept a guard about him, but she'd seen him at his most tender moment. He wanted to help her. She truly believed that. His methods were unorthodox. His reasoning was far from what she'd call lawful, but he would help her. She'd been unconcious for two years and he was telling her that there was a reason for all of this. A reason that Vaughn was married, a reason for all of her confusing memories? She wasn't sure about that. She took a refreshing breath of air only to find the smog was too thick. She sighed loudly as she continued her journey around the block. v