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"I thought you said there was no reason to worry about her mother!" Sydney shouted.

"She told me she would be careful!" Irina shouted back.

Eric, Sydney, Jack and Irina all sat in the Weiss living room, contemplating their next move. Anna had been away for three days, saying she was taking a short vacation. Mothers Intuition would not allow Syd to accept the tale. Jack had pulled some strings and discovered that Anna had traveled on a non-stop flight to Ireland - she was visiting Sark.

Though Sydney wanted to hate the man, she could not. He had proven himself to be a good man and father over the last ten years. She could not remember her years with him, though truthfully she was glad for that small favor. She had told Eric long ago that she would love only him for the rest of her life. But what if she had really loved Sark? What then? She only knew that she did not want to remember. Despite her lack of remembrance, something within her trusted Sark - she knew Anna would be safe with him.

It was the question of why that bothered her. Why had Anna gone to him? Syd suspected that Anna was up to something, but what was it? She could hope that Sark...Alexander...could help their daughter. She snapped out her thoughts, hearing Jack screaming again. He was livid - he would never trust Sark. Eric interjected.

"I think we should let her stay with him. She's an adult," he said. Sydney looked at him in surprise, but then smiled. That was how Eric was; he had always been understanding of the complicated relationship between Anna and Sark; he did not completely trust Sark, but he had grown to respect him and his newest accomplishments. Before Jack could interrupt, Sydney broke her silence.

"I agree," she stated bluntly, which won incredulous stares from all of them. "Yeah, I'm not sure why, but I trust Alexander. No matter how we feel about him, I know he loves Anna, and he'll help her."

Irina nodded in agreement. She had trained Sark. She knew that he was a good man - and that he still loved Sydney and their daughter. Sydney was right - Anna would be safe.

"Jack, I worked with him for years - he'll take care of her. Besides, you can't just go and kill him - you're 70 years old."

"Irina..."

"Jack, just don't," she answered, kissing him on the cheek. He stopped then, folding him arms and rolling his eyes. They were all silent for a moment. Sydney stood up to look out the window, imagining Sark's home in the distance.

"I just pray she knows what she's doing," Sydney spoke, as they all nodded somberly.


*****


Sark was dumbfounded. The information his daughter had presented to him was completely new. He had been out of what Anna called 'The Business' for ten years now - he had inherited his father's vineyard, and had built it into an important supplier in the United Kingdom's wine industry. His path to righteousness must have detained him for learning such a vital piece of information...

"Melina Bristow is alive?" he demanded.

"Yes, as I said, I ran into her, literally, on a mission in Istanbul. She was trying to intercept Rambaldi documents from the CIA."

"Does the CIA know this?" Anna shook her head.

"No, dad...I left that bit out." Sark sighed.

"How though? She was buried? Your grandparents were at her burial?"

"She must have escaped - she's planned this from the beginning. Dad, she's the woman in the prophecy, I know it."

"Honey..."

"No, Dad, listen. I've thought about this. Since I saw her, I did research. She has mom's face, pretty basically. She has the same 'marks' as mom, the same DNA...and she's never been to Mr. Sebatio."

"What if you're the woman in the prophecy?" Sark asked. The prospect scared him - his little girl could not possess such power for evil. Anna shook her head.

"I don't have the 'marks'. I do however, believe that Rambaldi foretold my existence." At this, Sark looked at her questioningly.

"I believe I am the person...the only person, who can stop her Dad."

Sark's eyes widened, only because he remembered a detail from the past.

"Ah, that answers it...you've read all the documents haven't you Dad?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Then you know that the woman is virtually unstoppable..."

"...With the exception of a blood relative. Her downfall will be a blood relative," he answered.

"Mom will never fight again. You and I both know that," she answered very quietly, "So it's up to me to stop Melina."

Sark stood for a moment, replaying all these events in his mind. This had been orchestrated from the very beginning.

"What Dad?" Anna suddenly appeared, her hand falling on his shoulder. He turned to her.

"Anna, you're an adult.." he began.

"Yes."

"I want to tell you something that no one else, not even your mother knows...something that will back up this theory of yours."

"Okay..." she waited.

"Rambaldi composed a document where he listed key dates - dates that would ultimately aid the fulfilling of the prophecy..." he paused momentarily.

"And?" she demanded, standing directly in front of him.

"One particular date is important to me and your mother..." he paused again, scratching his head, turning away from her.

"What?"

"This date was the day of your conception."

Anna breathed in deeply. Most children would never want to hear a word about their conception or the details surrounding it. She quickly shook that thought.

"Dad...this proves it! You and mom were destined to have me! You were destined to bring me into this world so I could stop Melina!"

Sark had tears in his eyes, which surprised Anna. She had never seen him cry.

"What is it Dad?" she said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

"Nothing...well okay. It's just extremely comforting to know that there was a preordained purpose for my love for your mother. Even though she doesn't remember loving me, we loved each other very much..."he trailed off. Anna looked at him sympathetically, tears welling in her own eyes.

"You still love her Dad," she said. She felt bad for her father - felt bad that he was alone - but knew that her mom was happy with Eric. She would never leave him, no matter what the circumstances.

"Oh well," Sark began, wiping his eyes, "the past is the past, Anna. I can't go back now...So what is our plan?"

"Well I need to get in touch with some of your old contacts and locate Melina...see if she's working with someone...where she is..."

"Alright. I'll get on it," Sark said almost hesitantly. Anna understood.

"Dad, I'm sorry to involve you in this life again...I know you've worked hard to prove yourself..."

Sark shook his head. He had only done the 180 in his life to impress Sydney and Anna. Anna obviously trusted him, maybe even loved him...Sydney never would.

"Anna, I can be in and out just like that. Don't worry about me. I won't go back into it. It brought me to much pain..." he trailed off, speaking with the tone of a jaded man once again.

Anna watched him as he left the room. Everything was falling into place...soon the prophecy would be fulfilled. She felt guilty for placing her father in this situation, but realized quickly that if he could not help her, the fate of the world would rest of her shoulders. She was definitely not ready for that.