Chapter 6

A/N: I thank you for everyone's fantastic reviews... it's definately inspired me to write more, and finish this story. it's far from ending - cause good stories can never be rushed but i have fantastic ideas coming up for my next fic. but I promise! i will not abandon this fic until it's done, and as long as i have reviews, I will write!

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dark angel


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Sydney's eyes fluttered open, to find the room filled in darkness. Panic swept over her, fear gripping her chest making it impossible to breathe. Gasping for air, she calmed herself down, realizing that she was lying in a bed, covered with fluffy white comforters, her head supported by soft pillows. Her entire body ached, and her wrist was wrapped in a tensor band.

Sydney turned her head to look around, but quickly stopped, her neck aching. Her mouth was dry, her tongue swollen. Raising herself up on her elbows, she tried to sit up, quickly stopping, a small cry escaping from her lips. Her hands flew to her stomach, as she carefully touched the painfully sore area. Tears began streaming down her face, sobs overcoming her.

The door opened, flooding the room with light. Sark crawled in beside her, holding her in his arms, smoothing out her hair, whispering softly in her ear, assuring her everything was all right. Tears came to his eyes as Sydney gripped him tightly, her nails digging into his arm.

"The baby?" she asked, choking back the tears. "Our baby?" Sydney looked up into his watery blue eyes, looking for an answer.

"I'm sorry love, I'm so sorry."

Sydney's sobs and wails could be heard down the hall.

***

Sydney simply cried herself to sleep, her heart silently mourning the loss of her unborn baby. Sark held her as her sobs became whimpers as she fell into sleep, his heart breaking every time he looked at her. He gently laid her down, pulling the covers to her chin and left the room.

***

"Sark?"

Irina looked up to see Sark standing in the doorway of her office, a grim look on his face.

"I'm sorry for your loss Sark."

Sark's eyes met hers across the room, as he shuffled his feet across the floor to take a seat in the leather chair.

"She was pregnant, you know?" Sark said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were going to have a baby."

"I know, Sark, I know. I'm sorry," Irina murmured, standing up and moving around her desk, sitting on the top of her desk to be closer to Sark. "I just never expected..."

Irina was cut off by a voice at the door.

"You knew?"

Sark and Irina looked up, in shock.

"Sydney, sweetheart." Irina was on her feet, urging her daughter to have a seat in an empty chair.

Sark jumped up, standing on his feet, realizing the impact of Irina's knowledge and root of Sydney's anger.

"You knew?" Sydney shrieked again, tears streaming down her face. "You knew and you sent me on a mission." Sark placed his hand on Sydney's, and squeezed it softly.

"I never expected the mission to go like that," Irina explained as she watched Sydney huddle in the chair next to Sark.

"But you sent me on it, knowing that there was a possibility of danger. You always know that there's a possibility of something going wrong, mom." Turning to Sark, Sydney looked at him squarely in the eyes.

"What happened to Anna?"


Sark sat in his seat, her words echoing in his head. What happened to Anna?


"Drop your gun Anna, now!" Sark yelled across the room.


"f*** you, Sark. Make me."

"Anna, will you just please put the f****** gun down? Let's talk about this."

Anna stood staring at the limp body on the floor. It seemed too easy to kill her while she was down, but a kill was a kill. Releasing the safety lock on her weapon, she looped her index finger and squeezed the trigger.

*Shot*

*Shot*

Two bullets fired through the room, sending Anna to the ground. Still standing in the doorway of the room, Sark stood firmly, his gun still smoking.

Running to Sydney lying on the ground, he picked her up hugging her close. He noticed the bullet hole in the wall, next to her head.

Two bullets were fired. Anna missed her target, Sark hit his. Gently picking up girlfriend up, he left the room, leaving the lifeless body of his former girlfriend behind.




Sydney slowly got up from her chair, backing away from Sark and her mother.

It had hit her – Sark found out about the mission, and he had saved her – by killing Anna. Overwhelming feelings of grief and guilt flooded her senses. Sydney began to run out of her mothers office, but stopped, leaning on the doorframe for support. Gasping for air, the room began to spin. Sydney could feel the bile rising in her throat.

Sark rushed towards her, reaching out and grabbing her arm. The last thing Sydney saw were his blue eyes, before she fainted.

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Panic swept over Sydney Bristow again for the millionth time today. Events came back to her, painfully one at a time.

Tears began running down her face as she came to the realization that her baby was gone, and her mother was one of the reasons behind it.

Sark sensed that she was awake, and he turned to face her, his arm looping around her waist and pulling her towards him. Sydney tensed at his actions, moving his arm away from her and slipping out of bed.

"Sydney," Sark called out, his voice smooth and gentle.

"Not right now, Sark," she answered, her voice catching slightly. Sark silently crept out of bed, walking to embrace Sydney from behind.

Sydney couldn't help but cry.

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Months had passed before everything began to feel right, or at least better between Sark and Sydney. The close mother- daughter relationship was still strained, Sydney having issues and feelings of heavy guilt overcoming her every time she went on a mission, stepped into a meeting room, or was sitting with her mother at the same table.

Irina was concerned, like every good mother, but she knew in her heart that the only thing that would heal her daughter's pain was time.

***

"Let's go away, together, love," Sark said, running his fingers through Sydney's brown hair. Her head was resting on his bare chest, moving as he breathed. Her fingers were threaded through his free hand, squeezing slightly at different intervals.

"All right," Sydney answered, not bothering to look up into his eyes. In fact, she avoided looking into his eyes as much as possible. As they began to become intimate, she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. Every time she did, she was painfully reminded of the possibility of looking to the same blue eyes of her baby, their baby that never made it into the world.

"Are you all right, Sydney?" Sark lifted her chin so he could look in to her eyes, but to his dismay, she quickly turned away from him, and rolled over on her side.

"I'm just tired, that's all." 'Tired of all this. Her life working with her mother, stealing, lying and allowing for her emotions to be abused,' Sydney thought to herself. She felt Sark's arm wrap around her, spooning her closer to him. Too exhausted to complain or move it away, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

***
Sark and Sydney arrived at their all inclusive resort in Cuba, for a week's worth of vacation time, relaxing in the surf and soaking up the sun. Often though, Sark went into the small city to do some business. Sydney knew better.

"Are we on vacation? Or are you here on business?" Sydney demanded one night in their hotel suite one evening.

"Haven't you heard of the phrase 'kill two birds with one stone?'" Sark replied, his eyes dancing with laughter. Sydney scowled at him, narrowing her eyes.

"Oh darling, it was a joke. On vacation. I was simply checking my messages, and Irina wanted me to do something for her." Sark quickly said, tossing back his drink.

"Bull s***, Sark. I can't believe you decided to bring me here on vacation and do my mother's dirty work for her."

Sark cut her off, his tone firm.

"Believe what you will, Sydney, but can we just forget about this and go to dinner? I have reservations made for us." Sark extended his hand, inviting her to join him.

Sydney looked into his icy blue eyes that sparkled. She could never say 'no' to those baby blues.

Reluctantly, Sydney took his hand and smiled...

That was forty-eight hours ago.

Now, Sydney Bristow was sitting at a metal desk in a small interrogation, with a grated lamp swinging from the ceiling.

On the other side of mirror, Jack Bristow bit his lip as he looked at the woman sitting in the room, holding himself up by leaning on the sill of the mirrored window.

His daughter was home.

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