Daughter of Darkness
Epilogue
By Gaz Destiny
Rated: PG-13
Spoiler: Snowman
Disclaimer: the show and its respective characters (except for Claudia and my ingenious plot) were created by J. J. Abrams and are owned by ABC. The song played in this, yes I know they played it the episode of Dixon's wife's funeral, but have you actually listened to the song, it's perfect for the scene.
A/N: hey look, it's the final chapter, if you're lucky I'll do an epilogue, oh who am I kidding, I'm probably going to do one anyways, I pretty much have to to make my sequel work.
Feedback: as far as I know, no feed back.
I am the Voice inside your Head and the Eyes in your Radio
--Unknown
Two years had passed since her death. Fiona had disappeared entirely barely a month after her death, and Sark seemed to be doing the same. It was a thorn in Michael Vaughn's side, at first he'd used her to track Sark, whose movements otherwise had become untraceable since Sloane stopped going after him.
Rome, she loved Rome, that's where Michael was, walking down the street of a market place. The CIA had picked up something on Sark and was after him with the CIA, but that was over for the day.
"How do peaches sound, little Katie-belle?" a woman cooed in English, with a definitely American accent.
"Um-um," an infant's voice responded happily.
"That's what I thought," the woman laughed, before asking the man at the stall for a dozen of the fresh peaches. "Jenny, could you get them and put them in the stroller?"
"Yes, Miss," a woman with an English accent answered.
Out of curiosity he looked over. A tall, extremely thin woman held a baby who couldn't be any more than a year old. She had chin length black hair and wore a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes, though she was looking away from him. The baby had short sandy blond hair and blue eyes; she looked at him, wearing a dazzling smile. Both were being followed by a stout woman with mousey brown hair, who was pushing a stroller.
"Jenny," the woman said, turning back towards the stout woman, giving him a clear view of her face, he no longer heard what she said.
Her face had been changed, but he still knew who it was, Fiona. She reached into the stroller, a platinum ring glinting on her ring finger.
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A/N: having fun, sequel to be out soon, maybe tomorrow, or the day after.