Chapter 2
Back in New York, Sarah sat on her bed, working on her calculus homework. It was late, nearing eleven 'o' clock.
Chelsea knocked on her door. "Hey kiddo."
Sarah looked up. "Hey."
"Don't be up too late," Chelsea said. "I love you. Goodnight."
"I love you too," Sarah answered. "Goodnight."
Chelsea smiled and left. Sarah also smiled. Then she got up, and slowly shut her door.
Sarah reached under her bed and pulled out a small, red oak box. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a key. Then she opened her box.
Inside were several pieces of folded paper. Sarah removed the top piece, and unfolded it.
It was letter. The letter Sarah's biological mother had left in her carrier.
Dear whoever finds this,
This child's name is Sarah. Sarah Faith. Due to circumstances, I can not keep her. It breaks my heart that I have to leave her, but deep down I know that you can give her the life I can't.
She was born on October 1. This is all the information I can give you. Please take care of her. Whoever you are, I will always be eternally grateful to you.
Sarah sighed as she finished reading the letter for the millionth time. And after she finished reading, the same thoughts went through her head.
"Why did my mother give me up? What possible reason could she have had? Does my father even know that he has a daughter? Maybe they were teen parents. Maybe they were international spies that would be killed if they had a child.nnnaaahhh. That's not possible."
Sarah reached into her box again and pulled out some more paper. Based off her own looks, Sarah had tried to draw what her parents might have looked like. But when she was fourteen and a half, she realized that it was lost cause and stopped.
She looked out her window. The bright lights of Manhattan blazed above. She sighed once more. Her parents could be anywhere. Down the street, in the next state, across the country, or even halfway around the world.
Or maybe they were dead. Maybe that was why they hadn't come back.
Sarah then saw a star in the sky. It had been a while since she'd seen one that bright. She got up from her bed, walked to her window seat, and sat down on it. Then she did something she hadn't done since she was thirteen.
"Star bright, star light," Sarah began. "First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish on this star I see tonight. Please let me meet my parents. I know that I don't act like I want to know them sometimes, but I am so curious. I really would like to know them, and figure out why I wound up here. They are my wings, and I need to find them."
Suddenly, a blood-curling scream interrupted Sarah's thoughts. She looked out her window and saw three thugs about to mug a woman.
Now, here was the interesting thing about Sarah. Whenever someone, whether they were a friend or a stranger, was in trouble, Sarah would dive in and get them out of trouble.
Sarah leaped off her bed, grabbed her jacket, ran down the stairs and then out of their brownstone.
"Hey!" she yelled.
They thugs looked up. Sarah dove in and punched the first one. The second thug dropped the woman, and turned to her. The third one also turned to her.
Sarah never had any self-defense training. She had never done karate or Tae Kwon Doe. But somehow, she could bench press twice her weight, flip a two hundred pound man over her shoulders, and could fight a heavyweight champion.and win.
Sarah shot a roundhouse kick at the second thug, causing him to stumble backwards. She punched the third one in the eye, and kicked the first thug in his stomach. She grabbed the first one and slammed him into a hedge. He collapsed to the ground. She then kneed the second one in the stomach, grabbed him, and flipped him onto the ground.
The third one grabbed Sarah and pulled her close. He removed a switchblade and brought it up to Sarah's throat.
"Who sent you?" he hissed. "The Covenant? The CIA?"
"The who?" Sarah spat. "And the CIA? I don't work for the CIA!"
Sarah brought her foot up and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and dropped his knife. Sarah retrieved the knife, and stabbed him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Sarah stepped back and dropped the knife. The woman who had almost been attacked sat on the ground, her belongings scattered around her.
Sarah kneeled down to help her pick up her things.
"Thank you," the woman said, clearly relieved.
"No problem," Sarah answered.
"But, do you work for the CIA?" she asked.
Sarah frowned. "No."
"Oh," the woman said. "Well, thank you so much again. Can I get your name?"
"Sarah," Sarah answered. "Sarah Collins."
She crept quietly back inside. Sam and Chelsea were sound asleep. Sarah made her way upstairs and to her room.
Sarah had been mugged four times.well almost four times. She had beaten the crap out her attackers before they could hurt her. She never told Sam or Chelsea about it. They would get too worried, and never let her go anywhere ever again.
Once again, three thousand miles away, Vaughn sat in his living room, watching an LA Kings game and petting his dog, DJ, Donovan Junior. But for once, his mind wasn't on the game. It was on Sydney Bristow.
A little over seventeen years ago, when their relationship was going strong, Sydney suddenly dropped out of the country for eight months. When she returned, she no longer wanted a relationship with Vaughn.
Vaughn had tried to get Sydney to tell him why, but she refused. She only wanted a strictly professional relationship.
Vaughn never moved on. He learned his lesson the hard way. He was still in love with Sydney, and would be until the end of time.
Back in New York, a lone woman walked down the street. She was walking to La Guardia airport, working to continue her mission. She had just left 4747 Oak Tree Lane. That house belonged to the Collins. But this woman was only interested in one of the Collins. Sarah.
She all the reasons in the world to be. Smiling, she reached into her black leather jacket pocket and pulled out her cell phone, and dialed an oh so familiar number.
The phone rang twice before someone answered. "Hello?"
A smile appeared on this woman's lips. "Hello babe."
This woman could almost see the smile on the other end. "Mom."
Back in New York, Sarah sat on her bed, working on her calculus homework. It was late, nearing eleven 'o' clock.
Chelsea knocked on her door. "Hey kiddo."
Sarah looked up. "Hey."
"Don't be up too late," Chelsea said. "I love you. Goodnight."
"I love you too," Sarah answered. "Goodnight."
Chelsea smiled and left. Sarah also smiled. Then she got up, and slowly shut her door.
Sarah reached under her bed and pulled out a small, red oak box. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a key. Then she opened her box.
Inside were several pieces of folded paper. Sarah removed the top piece, and unfolded it.
It was letter. The letter Sarah's biological mother had left in her carrier.
Dear whoever finds this,
This child's name is Sarah. Sarah Faith. Due to circumstances, I can not keep her. It breaks my heart that I have to leave her, but deep down I know that you can give her the life I can't.
She was born on October 1. This is all the information I can give you. Please take care of her. Whoever you are, I will always be eternally grateful to you.
Sarah sighed as she finished reading the letter for the millionth time. And after she finished reading, the same thoughts went through her head.
"Why did my mother give me up? What possible reason could she have had? Does my father even know that he has a daughter? Maybe they were teen parents. Maybe they were international spies that would be killed if they had a child.nnnaaahhh. That's not possible."
Sarah reached into her box again and pulled out some more paper. Based off her own looks, Sarah had tried to draw what her parents might have looked like. But when she was fourteen and a half, she realized that it was lost cause and stopped.
She looked out her window. The bright lights of Manhattan blazed above. She sighed once more. Her parents could be anywhere. Down the street, in the next state, across the country, or even halfway around the world.
Or maybe they were dead. Maybe that was why they hadn't come back.
Sarah then saw a star in the sky. It had been a while since she'd seen one that bright. She got up from her bed, walked to her window seat, and sat down on it. Then she did something she hadn't done since she was thirteen.
"Star bright, star light," Sarah began. "First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish on this star I see tonight. Please let me meet my parents. I know that I don't act like I want to know them sometimes, but I am so curious. I really would like to know them, and figure out why I wound up here. They are my wings, and I need to find them."
Suddenly, a blood-curling scream interrupted Sarah's thoughts. She looked out her window and saw three thugs about to mug a woman.
Now, here was the interesting thing about Sarah. Whenever someone, whether they were a friend or a stranger, was in trouble, Sarah would dive in and get them out of trouble.
Sarah leaped off her bed, grabbed her jacket, ran down the stairs and then out of their brownstone.
"Hey!" she yelled.
They thugs looked up. Sarah dove in and punched the first one. The second thug dropped the woman, and turned to her. The third one also turned to her.
Sarah never had any self-defense training. She had never done karate or Tae Kwon Doe. But somehow, she could bench press twice her weight, flip a two hundred pound man over her shoulders, and could fight a heavyweight champion.and win.
Sarah shot a roundhouse kick at the second thug, causing him to stumble backwards. She punched the third one in the eye, and kicked the first thug in his stomach. She grabbed the first one and slammed him into a hedge. He collapsed to the ground. She then kneed the second one in the stomach, grabbed him, and flipped him onto the ground.
The third one grabbed Sarah and pulled her close. He removed a switchblade and brought it up to Sarah's throat.
"Who sent you?" he hissed. "The Covenant? The CIA?"
"The who?" Sarah spat. "And the CIA? I don't work for the CIA!"
Sarah brought her foot up and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and dropped his knife. Sarah retrieved the knife, and stabbed him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Sarah stepped back and dropped the knife. The woman who had almost been attacked sat on the ground, her belongings scattered around her.
Sarah kneeled down to help her pick up her things.
"Thank you," the woman said, clearly relieved.
"No problem," Sarah answered.
"But, do you work for the CIA?" she asked.
Sarah frowned. "No."
"Oh," the woman said. "Well, thank you so much again. Can I get your name?"
"Sarah," Sarah answered. "Sarah Collins."
She crept quietly back inside. Sam and Chelsea were sound asleep. Sarah made her way upstairs and to her room.
Sarah had been mugged four times.well almost four times. She had beaten the crap out her attackers before they could hurt her. She never told Sam or Chelsea about it. They would get too worried, and never let her go anywhere ever again.
Once again, three thousand miles away, Vaughn sat in his living room, watching an LA Kings game and petting his dog, DJ, Donovan Junior. But for once, his mind wasn't on the game. It was on Sydney Bristow.
A little over seventeen years ago, when their relationship was going strong, Sydney suddenly dropped out of the country for eight months. When she returned, she no longer wanted a relationship with Vaughn.
Vaughn had tried to get Sydney to tell him why, but she refused. She only wanted a strictly professional relationship.
Vaughn never moved on. He learned his lesson the hard way. He was still in love with Sydney, and would be until the end of time.
Back in New York, a lone woman walked down the street. She was walking to La Guardia airport, working to continue her mission. She had just left 4747 Oak Tree Lane. That house belonged to the Collins. But this woman was only interested in one of the Collins. Sarah.
She all the reasons in the world to be. Smiling, she reached into her black leather jacket pocket and pulled out her cell phone, and dialed an oh so familiar number.
The phone rang twice before someone answered. "Hello?"
A smile appeared on this woman's lips. "Hello babe."
This woman could almost see the smile on the other end. "Mom."