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A/N: Hello again. Panto season is over, so I now have more free time on my hands. Yay! Thanks to Cara, agentalana/ lanabana, alexis, Agent13, tennischickGGEA, Cass, lynn, Brynne, Dream Writer 4 Life, Taya and any anonymous reviewers for reviewing. Please keep them coming. Special thanks once again to Dream Writer 4 Life for proofreading this for me. I've taken her advice and some other people's and have decided to keep going. But you do learn the identity of Cas in this chapter. So R&R and ENJOY!! - Bex
Cas stared at the man sitting in the seat next to her, with a thousand different emotions running though her. The man who was after her. The man who happened to be her uncle, Liam Sark.
Out everyone's guesses as to what Sark's true first name was, Liam was at the end of every list. Liam, the Irish name given to him by his Irish nanny. The woman who was more of a mother to him, then the woman who abandoned him when he was a few months old. His real parents were Irina Derevko and Alexander Khasinau. He grew up in a small village in Ireland with Kathleen O'Rourke, his nanny. She was a kind and gentle person, who'd lost her husband to the IRA and her son in childbirth. Her son would be the same age as Liam if he had lived, and she treated Liam as if he was the son she'd never had. But later the mother he hardly knew, Irina, stole him from her, and he'd been forced to work for the father who didn't know his son existed.
Liam Sark stared at his niece. Her face was a mixture of Sydney and Vaughn's. She looked almost exactly like Sydney. Apart from the eyes. She had brilliant green eyes, a gift from her father. Her beautiful face was now a mask of fear and questioning. Just like the day he'd walked back into her life.
"Hello Kate," He greeted simply.
He remembered that day so well. He'd been waiting for it for so long. From the moment she was born, he'd been there. He'd watched her grow up from a distance, protecting her and hoping that one day she would know how much her uncle loved her. He remember when she said her first word, took her first step, how she looked at her mother and grandfather's funereal and how proud he was when she graduated first in her class. He was there for all of the important moments in her life, secretly sharing them with her. He'd finally got a chance to meet her face to face when his mother, Irina, decided that it was time. He had first gained her trust and then told her the truth: the truth about her family. All about SD-6, the prophecy, the CIA, her mother and grandfather's double lives, all of the secrets her family had kept from her. But most importantly he told her about the second prophecy and 'The Key'.
It had hit her hard. He knew it would. She did believe him at first, but then she confronted her father, who didn't deny anything. He managed to achieve his first objective and destroyed any traces of a bond remaining between the father and daughter. But instead of coming with him, like Irina had expected, she'd run away leaving no clues as to where she was heading. She had been very hard to tract down. But he didn't expect anything else from someone with his family blood in her veins.
"I've come to take you home Kate," He told her gently.
"You don't mean back to LA, do you?" It was more of a statement then a question.
He shook his head.
"No, I'm taking you to Russia. To your grandmother," He paused. "And to your mother."
Cas felt her head beginning to swim as she absorbed this.
"No, it can't be. My mother's dead..."
"No she isn't, Kate. She's been held by your grandmother for the past ten years."
He let these words sink in.
"And Papa Jack?" She asked after a few moments, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"No, he died in the fire. I'm sorry Kate," He said gently. "Your father's been trying to find your mother. That's why he works so hard. He kept his distance from you to keep you safe. The CIA, your mother and your father thought that you were 'The Key' mentioned in Rambaldi's prophecy," He looked at her swollen stomach quickly, "What they didn't realise that it was your girl."
"How do you know?" Kate demanded, her voice breaking. "How do you know that I'm having a girl? How do you know that my child will be 'The Key'?"
"Because all signs point to you, and Rambaldi was never wrong."
He took hold of her hand. Tears were welling up behind her eyes. He felt his heart begin to break, seeing her like this. She looked lost, scared and helpless. Her face had a worn and tried expression covering it, not a single sign of hope. She was barely 18 and yet she was going through so much. Here eyes reflected the strain of her life. They looked aged, and showed a girl who had lost her childhood. A different girl to the carefree one she'd once been.
Kate felt sick. This was all coming to fast for her to handle. Last year she had been a normal girl, living in L.A. Her father was distant and her mother and grandpapa had died in a fire when she was 8. She was dating a great guy and she was happy. 8 months ago she discovered that she had an uncle, her mother's half brother. 4 and half month ago, she found out she was pregnant, she had learnt the truth about her family, the lies they had told her, the secrets they'd kept, and all about this man called Rambaldi. And she had run away. Now she had learnt that her mother was alive, her grandma was after her and her father had really cared. She felt sick knowing that her father had really loved her, but she'd left him. At all the lies and secrets. At the shock of her mother being alive. At the prophecy that ruled her life. At this fate that she couldn't change.
"What about Justin?" She whispered.
Justin, Sark remembered, was the father of her child. The first boy she'd fallen in love with. The first boy she'd slept with. And he loved her as much in return. But who wouldn't fall in love with someone as beautiful, clever and amazing as his niece?
She and Justin reminded him so much of himself and Siobhan O'Brian. She had meant everything to him. She'd given him hope and changed his view of the world. But then his mother stole her from him; she not only killed all his hope, but his heart as well.
But the day that Kate was born had reanimated Sark's cold heart. Sark promised himself that Irina wouldn't destroy his niece, like she'd destroyed him.
"Justin's safe. I made sure of that. I could bring him to Russia as well, if you wanted?"
Kate shook her head.
"No he deserves a normal life. Something me and my baby will never have," Kate choked.
She finally broke down. Floods of tears escaped her eyes and poured down her face, like the rain outside. Sark's heart ached for her. He wished that there was some way to safe her from her fate. But he knew he couldn't. Instead he wrapped his arms tightly around her. She collapsed on his chest, sobbing her heart out, too tired to carry on fighting.
They were so alike. Both had lost the people who they loved the most. Both had lost all the hope they ever had. Both had lost their freedom to choose the path they wanted. Both of them had their lives destroyed by their family and by their lies.
"Shhhh. It's going to be okay, Kate," He soothed, uncharacteristically letting his emotions show. "No matter what happens, I'm going to take care of you and your baby. I'm with you," He promised, "Like I've always have been. I'm with you."
A/N: I'm sure that you have lots of questions as to what's going to happen. And I'm sure that I've got the answers. If you want to find out, you're going to have to review. So hit that button now, lol!
A/N: Hello again. Panto season is over, so I now have more free time on my hands. Yay! Thanks to Cara, agentalana/ lanabana, alexis, Agent13, tennischickGGEA, Cass, lynn, Brynne, Dream Writer 4 Life, Taya and any anonymous reviewers for reviewing. Please keep them coming. Special thanks once again to Dream Writer 4 Life for proofreading this for me. I've taken her advice and some other people's and have decided to keep going. But you do learn the identity of Cas in this chapter. So R&R and ENJOY!! - Bex
Cas stared at the man sitting in the seat next to her, with a thousand different emotions running though her. The man who was after her. The man who happened to be her uncle, Liam Sark.
Out everyone's guesses as to what Sark's true first name was, Liam was at the end of every list. Liam, the Irish name given to him by his Irish nanny. The woman who was more of a mother to him, then the woman who abandoned him when he was a few months old. His real parents were Irina Derevko and Alexander Khasinau. He grew up in a small village in Ireland with Kathleen O'Rourke, his nanny. She was a kind and gentle person, who'd lost her husband to the IRA and her son in childbirth. Her son would be the same age as Liam if he had lived, and she treated Liam as if he was the son she'd never had. But later the mother he hardly knew, Irina, stole him from her, and he'd been forced to work for the father who didn't know his son existed.
Liam Sark stared at his niece. Her face was a mixture of Sydney and Vaughn's. She looked almost exactly like Sydney. Apart from the eyes. She had brilliant green eyes, a gift from her father. Her beautiful face was now a mask of fear and questioning. Just like the day he'd walked back into her life.
"Hello Kate," He greeted simply.
He remembered that day so well. He'd been waiting for it for so long. From the moment she was born, he'd been there. He'd watched her grow up from a distance, protecting her and hoping that one day she would know how much her uncle loved her. He remember when she said her first word, took her first step, how she looked at her mother and grandfather's funereal and how proud he was when she graduated first in her class. He was there for all of the important moments in her life, secretly sharing them with her. He'd finally got a chance to meet her face to face when his mother, Irina, decided that it was time. He had first gained her trust and then told her the truth: the truth about her family. All about SD-6, the prophecy, the CIA, her mother and grandfather's double lives, all of the secrets her family had kept from her. But most importantly he told her about the second prophecy and 'The Key'.
It had hit her hard. He knew it would. She did believe him at first, but then she confronted her father, who didn't deny anything. He managed to achieve his first objective and destroyed any traces of a bond remaining between the father and daughter. But instead of coming with him, like Irina had expected, she'd run away leaving no clues as to where she was heading. She had been very hard to tract down. But he didn't expect anything else from someone with his family blood in her veins.
"I've come to take you home Kate," He told her gently.
"You don't mean back to LA, do you?" It was more of a statement then a question.
He shook his head.
"No, I'm taking you to Russia. To your grandmother," He paused. "And to your mother."
Cas felt her head beginning to swim as she absorbed this.
"No, it can't be. My mother's dead..."
"No she isn't, Kate. She's been held by your grandmother for the past ten years."
He let these words sink in.
"And Papa Jack?" She asked after a few moments, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"No, he died in the fire. I'm sorry Kate," He said gently. "Your father's been trying to find your mother. That's why he works so hard. He kept his distance from you to keep you safe. The CIA, your mother and your father thought that you were 'The Key' mentioned in Rambaldi's prophecy," He looked at her swollen stomach quickly, "What they didn't realise that it was your girl."
"How do you know?" Kate demanded, her voice breaking. "How do you know that I'm having a girl? How do you know that my child will be 'The Key'?"
"Because all signs point to you, and Rambaldi was never wrong."
He took hold of her hand. Tears were welling up behind her eyes. He felt his heart begin to break, seeing her like this. She looked lost, scared and helpless. Her face had a worn and tried expression covering it, not a single sign of hope. She was barely 18 and yet she was going through so much. Here eyes reflected the strain of her life. They looked aged, and showed a girl who had lost her childhood. A different girl to the carefree one she'd once been.
Kate felt sick. This was all coming to fast for her to handle. Last year she had been a normal girl, living in L.A. Her father was distant and her mother and grandpapa had died in a fire when she was 8. She was dating a great guy and she was happy. 8 months ago she discovered that she had an uncle, her mother's half brother. 4 and half month ago, she found out she was pregnant, she had learnt the truth about her family, the lies they had told her, the secrets they'd kept, and all about this man called Rambaldi. And she had run away. Now she had learnt that her mother was alive, her grandma was after her and her father had really cared. She felt sick knowing that her father had really loved her, but she'd left him. At all the lies and secrets. At the shock of her mother being alive. At the prophecy that ruled her life. At this fate that she couldn't change.
"What about Justin?" She whispered.
Justin, Sark remembered, was the father of her child. The first boy she'd fallen in love with. The first boy she'd slept with. And he loved her as much in return. But who wouldn't fall in love with someone as beautiful, clever and amazing as his niece?
She and Justin reminded him so much of himself and Siobhan O'Brian. She had meant everything to him. She'd given him hope and changed his view of the world. But then his mother stole her from him; she not only killed all his hope, but his heart as well.
But the day that Kate was born had reanimated Sark's cold heart. Sark promised himself that Irina wouldn't destroy his niece, like she'd destroyed him.
"Justin's safe. I made sure of that. I could bring him to Russia as well, if you wanted?"
Kate shook her head.
"No he deserves a normal life. Something me and my baby will never have," Kate choked.
She finally broke down. Floods of tears escaped her eyes and poured down her face, like the rain outside. Sark's heart ached for her. He wished that there was some way to safe her from her fate. But he knew he couldn't. Instead he wrapped his arms tightly around her. She collapsed on his chest, sobbing her heart out, too tired to carry on fighting.
They were so alike. Both had lost the people who they loved the most. Both had lost all the hope they ever had. Both had lost their freedom to choose the path they wanted. Both of them had their lives destroyed by their family and by their lies.
"Shhhh. It's going to be okay, Kate," He soothed, uncharacteristically letting his emotions show. "No matter what happens, I'm going to take care of you and your baby. I'm with you," He promised, "Like I've always have been. I'm with you."
A/N: I'm sure that you have lots of questions as to what's going to happen. And I'm sure that I've got the answers. If you want to find out, you're going to have to review. So hit that button now, lol!