Found
Chapter Seven
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Sloane was inevitably locked up in a cell smaller than Irina's. There was to be no bargaining, just a simple execution order. Sydney had no idea of Will's search for her two years in the future, Irina and Jack's forced trust in each other, or how Sloane was beaten up. She had memory of her stint in the future, but as far as everyone was concerned she had gone off to capture Sloane on her own. Marshall knew better, but he never mentioned it. Jack was ecstatic to see his returned daughter, unaware of the trials she had faced, unaware of her panic when told she'd been missing for two years. The future was dramatically changed, though some things would likely stay the same. Marshall was whispering to Carrie and Sydney found herself glad she'd see the blossoming relationship and impending marriage. Dixon had a huge smile on his face, proud that Sloane was behind bars instead of running free. Vaughn pulled her aside, hoping to have a minute alone.
"Sydney, I was so afraid I had lost you."
Sydney smiled sadly, trying to come up with the words to tell him.
"You did."
"What?"
"I can't work here anymore. I can't be with you. I'm so sorry, but you'll move on and I know you'll be happy."
"I know you're hurt about Francie, but don't start making rash decisions."
"There's so much you don't understand. I'm not making rash decisions. I've thought this through and I'm very clear headed."
"Is there someone else, Syd?"
Sydney hesitated, not exactly able to answer the question.
"There is!"
"Vaughn, I do apologize."
She turned and walked away, feeling the most free she had for nine years.
When Sydney unlocked the door to her house, she ended up pushing back a pile of glass and table splinters. The house hadn't been cleaned from the fight with Allison. She sighed, dropping her keys on the counter, twinges of guilt and fear coursing through her. What if Sark never came? What if she would always be the one who knew what had occured? She heard the crunchin of glass in front of her in the hall. She glanced up and saw Sark.
"Hey."
"Is Sloane locked up?"
"Yes."
She seemed so relieved, Sark felt his own heart start to thunder with freedom. Sydney led him to her bedroom, sitting down on the bed. Blood stained the floor where Allison had died.
"Alli died there, didn't she?"
"Yes. Did you know her?"
"I was involved with her. Allison was another project child. Irina chose us to become her pet spies. We never had a chance."
"I know. Believe me, I do."
"That's right. You were the first child."
"Yes. The tester."
Sark nodded, slowly, understanding her pain. "Allison and I were friends since we were twelve. Slowly, it evolved into more."
"I'm sorry. I had to kill her. It was her or me."
"I would have done the same thing."
"So, you used to be Andrew Salahay."
"Yeah, born in Galway, Ireland. My dad was a KGB agent, a defector from the U.S. My mum and little sister were killed by revolutionaries in Ireland when they found out about my dad's real job. I went to camp one year and Irina took four of us in. Then, I fell in with Sloane on Irina's instruction. I found out his plan and started formulating my own. Then, I found you. After years of fascination, I found you. The real you. Your struggle with the darkness inside of you, your confusion and beauty, I really do love you, Sydney."
Sydney blushed at his sincere words. His eyes stared at her in earnest, a glittering honest blue. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't lying, and she didn't think he would.
"I do love you, Andrew."
"It's odd to hear someone call me Andrew."
"Get used to it."
"I think I can handle that."
They were quiet for a while, examining the destruction of the house.
"I quit the CIA."
"So, you're free and clear?"
"I am."
"Free to disappear to Ireland?"
Her brown eyes glittered like firecrackers.
"Forever? I want to say goodbye, in a way, and then I really will disappear with you."
Sydney kissed him gently, before asking softly, "We'll live happily ever after, right?"
Sark smiled slightly. "We have the power to hide off completely. No one will find us unless we won't them, too. I'd say so."
They leaned back, forgetting the damage, kissing just as passionately as before.
Chapter Seven
Home
Sloane was inevitably locked up in a cell smaller than Irina's. There was to be no bargaining, just a simple execution order. Sydney had no idea of Will's search for her two years in the future, Irina and Jack's forced trust in each other, or how Sloane was beaten up. She had memory of her stint in the future, but as far as everyone was concerned she had gone off to capture Sloane on her own. Marshall knew better, but he never mentioned it. Jack was ecstatic to see his returned daughter, unaware of the trials she had faced, unaware of her panic when told she'd been missing for two years. The future was dramatically changed, though some things would likely stay the same. Marshall was whispering to Carrie and Sydney found herself glad she'd see the blossoming relationship and impending marriage. Dixon had a huge smile on his face, proud that Sloane was behind bars instead of running free. Vaughn pulled her aside, hoping to have a minute alone.
"Sydney, I was so afraid I had lost you."
Sydney smiled sadly, trying to come up with the words to tell him.
"You did."
"What?"
"I can't work here anymore. I can't be with you. I'm so sorry, but you'll move on and I know you'll be happy."
"I know you're hurt about Francie, but don't start making rash decisions."
"There's so much you don't understand. I'm not making rash decisions. I've thought this through and I'm very clear headed."
"Is there someone else, Syd?"
Sydney hesitated, not exactly able to answer the question.
"There is!"
"Vaughn, I do apologize."
She turned and walked away, feeling the most free she had for nine years.
When Sydney unlocked the door to her house, she ended up pushing back a pile of glass and table splinters. The house hadn't been cleaned from the fight with Allison. She sighed, dropping her keys on the counter, twinges of guilt and fear coursing through her. What if Sark never came? What if she would always be the one who knew what had occured? She heard the crunchin of glass in front of her in the hall. She glanced up and saw Sark.
"Hey."
"Is Sloane locked up?"
"Yes."
She seemed so relieved, Sark felt his own heart start to thunder with freedom. Sydney led him to her bedroom, sitting down on the bed. Blood stained the floor where Allison had died.
"Alli died there, didn't she?"
"Yes. Did you know her?"
"I was involved with her. Allison was another project child. Irina chose us to become her pet spies. We never had a chance."
"I know. Believe me, I do."
"That's right. You were the first child."
"Yes. The tester."
Sark nodded, slowly, understanding her pain. "Allison and I were friends since we were twelve. Slowly, it evolved into more."
"I'm sorry. I had to kill her. It was her or me."
"I would have done the same thing."
"So, you used to be Andrew Salahay."
"Yeah, born in Galway, Ireland. My dad was a KGB agent, a defector from the U.S. My mum and little sister were killed by revolutionaries in Ireland when they found out about my dad's real job. I went to camp one year and Irina took four of us in. Then, I fell in with Sloane on Irina's instruction. I found out his plan and started formulating my own. Then, I found you. After years of fascination, I found you. The real you. Your struggle with the darkness inside of you, your confusion and beauty, I really do love you, Sydney."
Sydney blushed at his sincere words. His eyes stared at her in earnest, a glittering honest blue. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't lying, and she didn't think he would.
"I do love you, Andrew."
"It's odd to hear someone call me Andrew."
"Get used to it."
"I think I can handle that."
They were quiet for a while, examining the destruction of the house.
"I quit the CIA."
"So, you're free and clear?"
"I am."
"Free to disappear to Ireland?"
Her brown eyes glittered like firecrackers.
"Forever? I want to say goodbye, in a way, and then I really will disappear with you."
Sydney kissed him gently, before asking softly, "We'll live happily ever after, right?"
Sark smiled slightly. "We have the power to hide off completely. No one will find us unless we won't them, too. I'd say so."
They leaned back, forgetting the damage, kissing just as passionately as before.