After a moment of trying to calm his frantically beating heart, Sydney knelt next to Parker's body. The anguish on his face couldn't begin to reflect what he felt. The tightness in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe. He took Parker's hand in his, caressing it.
Oh Parker.....why? Why....?
He pulled her to him, holding her closely. Sydney's chest burned from the anguish of his heart. He buried his face into her, sobbing uncontrollably.
The soft voice blew warm into his ear, Relax, Freud, I'm fine. Just play along......the damned psycho's here somewhere. She didn't set us up to kill each other and not stick around to see how it turned out.
Sydney pulled slightly away and looked in her eyes, which were impishly staring at him. He pulled her body tightly into him again. She could feel the emotion from him.
My baby. You're okay.......thank God, I thought I'd--
Sydney couldn't finish the thought before his voice broke. His body shook against hers, a mixture of anguish and relief. She knew he was fond of her in his way, but she hadn't expected such an emotional outburst from him. A part of her wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him. And another part wanted to strangle him for once again perpetuating the Centre's lies. But now wasn't the time to think about it. Parker forced her voice to remain even and calm.
Come on Syd, let's get ready for the clone.
Sydney carefully lay Parker's body back on the floor, he stood up and wiped his eyes. He moved over to Jarod, cupped the back of his head, bent down and whispered fervently into his ear. The pretender looked sharply up at him, searching for the truth, and a slight smile tugged at Sydney's lips. He winked at Jarod: the clone would not have left. She had gone to far too much trouble to miss seeing the devastation she caused. Jarod nodded imperceptibly at Sydney, and a farce of their own was set into motion......
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