And there he was. Just like Dixon had said. She entered the small room. She
noted how it didn't look like a hospital room. That was nice. It was a
facility for long term coma patients. His family had obviously been there.
The scent of fresh flowers filled the room. She walked around the bed and
sat in the chair at the opposite side. She picked up his hand and began to
cry.
He didn't look like the Will she knew. When she looked at him she could tell that two years had passed. His skin was a shade of pale grey, and he was thin; much thinner that she remembered. His hand was dry, and totally lifeless. His entire body was lifeless, except for the rise and fall of his chest every once in a while. It was almost imperceptible at first. But as she sat there, his breathing became more and more reassuring. He was indeed alive.
She carefully put his hand back in its place, and stood up. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'll be back soon Will. You know I love you." She had to go. She had postponed seeing Kendall to come visit Will, and she couldn't put off the CIA forever. As she lifted her head she noticed that someone had entered the room. She looked up and saw him.
"You know I heard that they can still hear you." His accent made his words bite more than he'd probably meant. He leaned back against the wall, by the door he had most certainly closed. His appearance was flawless, as it always had been. But now his blonde, boyish looks were masked by facial hair.
"What the hell are you doing here Sark?" She hadn't moved since she saw him. She felt as if she was glued to the floor. This man was her enemy. She felt that in her bones.
"I came to see you Sydney.." He walked a few step toward her.
"What was so important that you had to interrupt this?" She glared at him. And then looked down at Will. She realized that she'd been nearly yelling, and was afraid she'd disturbed him.
"Well Sydney rumors were, that you were alive. I came to investigate." He reached down to touch one of Will's flowers.
"Who is it that you're working for now Sark. I don't even want to know how you got away from the CIA. But really who is so lucky to have your malleable alliance grace them?" She had a feeling she knew the answer. He had always worked for the biggest and baddest, and she was sure that he was still under Slone's thumb.
"Why, our mother of course." He looked at her as if this revelation was nothing new. As if she shouldn't be shocked by his words.
She almost fell over. He must be lying. Our mother. Irena is my mother. What the hell was Sark trying to pull.
"Yeah, sis. Our mother. You didn't really think you could keep her all to yourself forever, now?"
She was still reeling. Sark was her brother. This was just one more thing she didn't need to deal with.
"Where is she?"
"I'm actually not certain of her location myself, at the moment. But knowing her, she'll make her self known when she's good and ready. I'm sure though that she'll be glad to know of you safety. She had been worried. " She turned to leave. "I will let her know you're alive though.."
"What about my father?" She interrupted his cocky speech.
"Oh that, well I'm sure mother will want to explain all about that. but for now I'm afraid I must depart. Until next time." He nodded and then left quickly and shut the door behind him. She was too weak to move to go after him. She sat back down in the chair by Will's bed.
He didn't look like the Will she knew. When she looked at him she could tell that two years had passed. His skin was a shade of pale grey, and he was thin; much thinner that she remembered. His hand was dry, and totally lifeless. His entire body was lifeless, except for the rise and fall of his chest every once in a while. It was almost imperceptible at first. But as she sat there, his breathing became more and more reassuring. He was indeed alive.
She carefully put his hand back in its place, and stood up. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'll be back soon Will. You know I love you." She had to go. She had postponed seeing Kendall to come visit Will, and she couldn't put off the CIA forever. As she lifted her head she noticed that someone had entered the room. She looked up and saw him.
"You know I heard that they can still hear you." His accent made his words bite more than he'd probably meant. He leaned back against the wall, by the door he had most certainly closed. His appearance was flawless, as it always had been. But now his blonde, boyish looks were masked by facial hair.
"What the hell are you doing here Sark?" She hadn't moved since she saw him. She felt as if she was glued to the floor. This man was her enemy. She felt that in her bones.
"I came to see you Sydney.." He walked a few step toward her.
"What was so important that you had to interrupt this?" She glared at him. And then looked down at Will. She realized that she'd been nearly yelling, and was afraid she'd disturbed him.
"Well Sydney rumors were, that you were alive. I came to investigate." He reached down to touch one of Will's flowers.
"Who is it that you're working for now Sark. I don't even want to know how you got away from the CIA. But really who is so lucky to have your malleable alliance grace them?" She had a feeling she knew the answer. He had always worked for the biggest and baddest, and she was sure that he was still under Slone's thumb.
"Why, our mother of course." He looked at her as if this revelation was nothing new. As if she shouldn't be shocked by his words.
She almost fell over. He must be lying. Our mother. Irena is my mother. What the hell was Sark trying to pull.
"Yeah, sis. Our mother. You didn't really think you could keep her all to yourself forever, now?"
She was still reeling. Sark was her brother. This was just one more thing she didn't need to deal with.
"Where is she?"
"I'm actually not certain of her location myself, at the moment. But knowing her, she'll make her self known when she's good and ready. I'm sure though that she'll be glad to know of you safety. She had been worried. " She turned to leave. "I will let her know you're alive though.."
"What about my father?" She interrupted his cocky speech.
"Oh that, well I'm sure mother will want to explain all about that. but for now I'm afraid I must depart. Until next time." He nodded and then left quickly and shut the door behind him. She was too weak to move to go after him. She sat back down in the chair by Will's bed.
