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Mad, Bad and Dangerous to know
She could still taste the blood in her mouth, feel it running warm from her the side of her head over her cheek.
She used the back of her hand to wipe it from her lips. Her own breathing sounded like screaming in her ears. There was no calming down now……..there would never be ……
" Give me you hand!" he had said, while she was trying to not let go, holding on for dear live, dangling over the abyss.
She had grabbed his hand, his wrist with one hand while the other had lifted the gun, aiming at his head. His blue, blue eyes had widened, but not in surprise.
" We´re both in the same boat for this Sydney!"
She did not care.
She did not care that, if she shot him, she would surely plummet to her death.
She did not care that his grasp was the only thing that kept her from tumbling over the edge.
They had taken two years of her life, used her for god knows what……
She had lost almost everything that meant something to her …she had lost Vaughn, Francie, Will……
Maybe it was not his fault, but he was with the Covenant now ….the ones who destroyed her life.
Bruised and battered as she was, she had been beyond caring if this was just.
Someone had to pay ……he was here, so it would be him.
So what if the Covenant was trying to get rid off him too for some reason, what if he looked even more hurt than her with his shirt torn to shreds and cuts all over his body…..
Even if they were trying to kill them both …….
Every single bone in her body ached with the strain of holding on to him, to his wrist and then, just minutes ago she was going to end it.
She wanted to shoot him so badly…..so badly ….
Until …..
Sloane
She had known he was not reformed, that it was all a ploy …..every single thing he did, every word from his mouth…….all lies.
But just then, as he came up behind Sark, giving her that gloating smile, leaning forward ever so slightly.
" Would you prefer it if you shot your only brother, or do you want me to do it?"
His voice was velvet when he said it, full of malice and satisfaction.
The question had torn a gasp from her throat.
She had wanted to laugh, to tell him that he was insane if he believed that she would go for the sheer outrage of his insinuation. He would never manipulate her again …..
But then she had looked into his eyes and she knew ……she knew he was not lying ……
And it all made sense …horribly……frightening sense: Her mother, the russian mole, his father ………her father …….Sark´s heritage ……everything.
" Oh my god……" she heard him whisper with his familiar accent, his eyes staring into hers with burning intensity.
The shot,….. the impact of the bullet in his back that carried them both over the edge and sent them tumbling into oblivion.
She could feel his blood on her face as the bullet went straight through his shoulder and missed her by hardly an inch.
They had survived the fall ……it was a miracle, though she could feel her ribs breaking as they crashed onto the cement- floor of the cellar.
Each breath she took cut into her side like a knife, still she crawled towards him.
Blood was seeping out of his shoulder and his back.
It could not be ….it could not be …..
" Your hands are cold ….." he whispered hoarsely. His eyes closed as he coughed. There was blood on his lips …..
Sydney forced herself into a sitting position, cradling him in her arms.
" Listen …..they will find us. I have a tracking device ……"
His eyes opened as he looked up at her face, hovering inches from his.
Mere seconds ago she had been ready to kill him, now everything had changed.
" He could have lied you know ……"
She nodded, her facial expression neutral, betraying nothing.
All these times they had tried to kill each other, fighting a war on two different sides ……
" He didn´t …..not this time." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, her fingers digging into his skin.
He nodded, closing his eyes. Sydney took a deep, agonizing breath, feeling his warm blood run over her legs.
No …..no…..no ….no …….
She had a brother …….she had lost too much …..whatever they had done to each other ….she had lost too much.
Mother ……how could you do this?
Whatever it was worth ……..she could not do this …….she could not loose this now!
" It doesn´t change who I am, you know. Things I´ve done ….."
Sydney nodded, staring into those bright blue eyes.
" I know….."
Still …..he could not die……he could not.
" We will kill him for this!" she breathed, squeezing his hand so hard that it hurt.
" For this we will kill him ….no matter what!"