Disclaimer: I don't own Alias.
A/N: Chapter 4!! I already have up to Chapter 8 written. I wrote them all this week but I haven't had a chance to update them until now! Thanks for the good reviews! Enjoy!
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~What Now~
~Chapter 4: Almost Eleven Years~
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Sark was cold. He had thought that if New Orleans was this far south it wouldn't be that cold. But he was wrong. It was November, and he was freezing in his t-shirt.
When Sydney saw him she laughed inwardly. She felt fine in her sweater and jeans, her long brown hair hanging down her back. Even with circled under her eyes and a gaunt face she still looked beautiful to Sark.
Sydney stood with her hands in her pockets, unsure of what to say. He broke the silence.
"Hey Syd."
"Aidan. Come on, let's walk."
They set off down the street and walked for almost 2 blocks before Sydney spoke again.
"How've you been Aidan?"
"OK," he changed his mind. "Well, not OK I've missed you Syd," he said, turning to look at her.
"Yeah and you know who I've missed? My daughter." Sydney tried but she couldn't keep the coldness from her voice.
Sark took the opportunity. "And how do you think I feel Sydney? Nine years after she's born, I find out that I have a daughter and before I've even had a chance to *see* her, she's gone. Did you ever think about that Syd?"
Sydney stopped dead in her tracks. "Aidan, I know I should've told you sooner but it just wasn't right."
"What wasn't right? I think I need to know Sydney, she's my daughter, too."
"It's beautiful here this time of year isn't it?"
Sark knew she was trying to change the subject but he let her. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about that right now.
"Yeah, it is," he agreed.
"I grew up in that house right there," Sydney said, pointing.
"That's right. I'd forgotten that you used to live here."
Sydney stopped to look at her childhood home and Sark stopped with her.
"I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when my father told me that my mother was gone," she whispered. "Now I think of that memory as useless; she was never really gone."
"Sydney we don't have to talk about this right now," Sark said. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder.
"Yes we do Sark." Sydney pulled away. "You don't know this, but my mom worked for the KGB. That was why she had to fake her death, because someone was onto her. That someone was your father."
"But why would he be after your mom? Syd?"
"You lost your mother even younger than I did Aidan. My mom was the cause for that."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you get it Sark!?" Sydney was yelling now. "My mom killed your mom!"
Sark almost fell over. He leaned against an oak tree for support, his deep blue eyes watering. "How long have you known?"
Sydney looked at the ground, avoiding his gaze. He put a hand under her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Syd? How long have you known?"
She looked into his blue eyes with her own brown ones.
"Almost eleven years."
TBC?
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A/N: Ooo new twist! Haha. REVIEW!!
A/N: Chapter 4!! I already have up to Chapter 8 written. I wrote them all this week but I haven't had a chance to update them until now! Thanks for the good reviews! Enjoy!
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~What Now~
~Chapter 4: Almost Eleven Years~
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Sark was cold. He had thought that if New Orleans was this far south it wouldn't be that cold. But he was wrong. It was November, and he was freezing in his t-shirt.
When Sydney saw him she laughed inwardly. She felt fine in her sweater and jeans, her long brown hair hanging down her back. Even with circled under her eyes and a gaunt face she still looked beautiful to Sark.
Sydney stood with her hands in her pockets, unsure of what to say. He broke the silence.
"Hey Syd."
"Aidan. Come on, let's walk."
They set off down the street and walked for almost 2 blocks before Sydney spoke again.
"How've you been Aidan?"
"OK," he changed his mind. "Well, not OK I've missed you Syd," he said, turning to look at her.
"Yeah and you know who I've missed? My daughter." Sydney tried but she couldn't keep the coldness from her voice.
Sark took the opportunity. "And how do you think I feel Sydney? Nine years after she's born, I find out that I have a daughter and before I've even had a chance to *see* her, she's gone. Did you ever think about that Syd?"
Sydney stopped dead in her tracks. "Aidan, I know I should've told you sooner but it just wasn't right."
"What wasn't right? I think I need to know Sydney, she's my daughter, too."
"It's beautiful here this time of year isn't it?"
Sark knew she was trying to change the subject but he let her. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about that right now.
"Yeah, it is," he agreed.
"I grew up in that house right there," Sydney said, pointing.
"That's right. I'd forgotten that you used to live here."
Sydney stopped to look at her childhood home and Sark stopped with her.
"I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when my father told me that my mother was gone," she whispered. "Now I think of that memory as useless; she was never really gone."
"Sydney we don't have to talk about this right now," Sark said. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder.
"Yes we do Sark." Sydney pulled away. "You don't know this, but my mom worked for the KGB. That was why she had to fake her death, because someone was onto her. That someone was your father."
"But why would he be after your mom? Syd?"
"You lost your mother even younger than I did Aidan. My mom was the cause for that."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you get it Sark!?" Sydney was yelling now. "My mom killed your mom!"
Sark almost fell over. He leaned against an oak tree for support, his deep blue eyes watering. "How long have you known?"
Sydney looked at the ground, avoiding his gaze. He put a hand under her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Syd? How long have you known?"
She looked into his blue eyes with her own brown ones.
"Almost eleven years."
TBC?
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A/N: Ooo new twist! Haha. REVIEW!!