-Less reviews for the last one, but Jenn made up for it. For you to even consider me up there with Raw Precision, which I find absolutely amazing, is unbelievable. I was working on my website (which all of you need to visit immediately after reading this!) but when I got your review I got off my butt to go write this chapter!

-No quote this time, I couldn't find one that fit. Let me know if you think of a good one though.

-Note: I know that the dates are most likely not accurate in this, but just go with it, k? All of the medical mumbo jumbo is probably wrong as well, but that's not really too important, I just needed to get the gist of what happened out there and didn't feel like dwelling on it. Also this one's pretty short, but Spy Madre makes an appearance so I think you'll forgive me (

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After passing the same park for the third time she reminded herself that she had to stop running eventually, she had to go home. Ever since her fight with Weiss she had been running in circles with the sole purpose of staying away from her apartment. Because there was a computer and a phone in her apartment, therefor giving the outside world access to her. And at the moment she did not want to deal with anyone, not her father, not Weiss, and not Vaughn. But she knew that she could only avoid reality for so long, and headed back towards her complex.

Letting out one final sigh she finally turned the key and made her way into the apartment. Tossing the key on the counter she turned on the lights and grabbed a water from the fridge and began stretching. Eventually she made it over to the answering machine and sure enough, three messages were awaiting her arrival.

'You have -three- new messages.'

'First message. Thursday, June 12th, three thirty two.'

"Hello Miss Bristow this is Dr. Barnett. I was just calling to confirm our session scheduled for next Tuesday. Please call me when you receive this, I believe you have the number."

'Second Message. Thursday, June 12th, three fifty one.'

"Beep beep beep beep"

Danmed hang-ups.

'Third message. Thursday, June 12th, four eleven.'

"Hi, Sydney, it's your father. I was just . . .checking up on you. I wanted to let you know that the lab results of the scar on your stomach are still inconclusive. Please call me when you get the chance."

'End of messages'

She guzzled the remaining water, left the bottle on the counter and made her way to back towards her bedroom.

What was this scar? Ever since she got back they had been analyzing her to see if any drugs had been used on her while she had been gone, and they had come up with absolutely nothing. They had begun to believe that the scar on her stomach was just that, a scar, but she didn't buy it. She would not have been missing for two years and come back with nothing wrong with her. It meant something; it had to. Whomever had taken her didn't do it just for the heck of kidnapping her, there was a reason behind it. And considering the fact it was most likely Sloane who had held her captive it probably had something to do with the "prophecy".

Sighing again she turned the knob and walked into her dark bedroom. If only she could . . .

"Hello Sydney."

She stopped short at the sight of her mother sitting a mere five feet away from her on her desk chair. Immediately her jaw clenched and her whole body became tense. What was *she * doing in her room?

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"What, I can't come visit my only daughter?"

"You're daughter? Excuse me, but a mother normally doesn't shoot, tazer, or knock out her daughter."

"Sydney . . ."

"I suggest that you leave before I call the . . ."

"Will you please sit down a minute and hear me out?"

"And how do I know you aren't going to poison me or . . ."

"Do not let your stubborn nature stop you from learning the answers for questions that only I can tell you."

"Was it you? Are you the one who stole two years of my life!"

Sydney started to walk towards her mother with blind rage evident in her eyes. Immediately she found herself being flipped on her bed and suddenly her mother was sitting next to her with full control of Sydney's wrists above her head.

"You have a choice Sydney. No, I am not who held you captive, but I do know who did. I know the details as well and you can either tell me to leave right now, or you can calm down for just five minutes and let me explain."

Sydney sighed in defeat and felt her mothers grasp loosen, but not completely.

"I'll take that as a yes then?"

"You only have five minutes."

"You only remember up to your fight with Allison, correct? Shortly after that Sark escaped federal custody on his way to Ft. Harris and somehow made it to your home to extract you and deliver you to Sloane before anyone discovered you. He had full control of all forty-seven Rambaldi artifacts and had completed the device. Now all he needed was you. The only problem was that the prophecy was not meant to be carried out until July 17, 2005. So he had to find a way to keep you in his custody for two years."

"Why don't I remember any of it, why doesn't the regression therapy work?"

"Because you have nothing to remember Sydney, technically you weren't actually there. Apparently Sloane had acquired a new drug of some sort that could cause a person to go in to a coma until injected with the counter- drug. So all he had to do was sit and wait for the next two years. That explains the lack of activity that went on during your disappearance."

"The scar."

"There was one test that the CIA had not been aware of. The woman in the prophecy would have scared a certain way after going through a specific operation. What exact operation that is, I am still not sure."

"Was I a match?"

" . . .Yes."

"And how do you know all of this?"

"Before I turned against Sloane he had shared with me everything he knew about Rambaldi and his prophecy as well as his future plans. After his visit to the monk, the man who led him to the prophecy to start with, he learned of my betrayal and changed the codes and locations of everything. It took me almost two years to discover the whereabouts of his safe house and acquire the counter-drug."

Finally her mothers grasp completely loosened and Sydney sat back on her heals and let what she just heard process. It had been her mother who released her from Sloane, when no one else had the ability to she had come through, if it hadn't of been for her . . . She sighed again and decided it was best not to dwell on what could have been.

"Vaughn's married."

"I know."

"Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you let them know that I was OK?"

"Sydney, for the first year the security on me was so tight that if I had attempted to re-enter the US I would have been taken into custody and prevented from finding you. That is why I left you in Hong Kong, it would have been to risky to go back to the states with you still unconscious."

"July 17 is in a month."

"I know. This is why you must still be careful. While the search for me has loosened somewhat Sloane is still on high security watch, as is Sark, so it would be tricky for either of them to enter the states."

"They could use someone from the inside."

"And I am sure they will. Have you met her?"

Normally she would have asked who 'her' was, but she knew very well who 'her' was. It was the 'her' who had stolen her heart.

"No. I don't plan too either."

"Sydney, you must keep in mind that nothing is as it seems."

"What do you . . ."

"I have already been here for too long, I must leave. Take care of yourself Sydney."

Her mother quickly made her way through the room and exited through the back window.

She finally had her answers. The thing was that before, she had thought the answers would make the questions in her mind disappear, only to find that more had formed.

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"Yes?"

"I need you to meet her."

"Isn't that too risky?"

"I am at the point where the risk is no longer a factor."

"I don't think he would feel comfortable introducing us . . ."

"No, this can't be done through him. You have to meet out of coincidence, at the mall or the gas station."

"Yes of course."

"I am counting on you to do this successfully."

"Have I ever disappointed you?"

"No. Very well then. Goodbye."

She hit end and took the phone away from her ear, glancing at it for a moment with a smile on her face. After two years of playing the role of the perfect wife, she had finally been given an order of some importance.

And she would not fail.

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-I know, I know, cheesy ending. But I had to reiterate the fact that she is not your average soulmate-steeling plot device. Go and review, the more I get the faster I write (