From where she sat, as thoughts rushed through Irina's brain, she saw
Sydney coming out of her bedroom. She looked freshly groomed and beautiful.
When she noticed Irina smile weakly at her, Sydney walked toward the
kitchen. As she approached she smiled sweetly. "Hey mom." She said softly.
"Do you know what Weiss and the boys are .doing?" She said as she walked
into the kitchen and took in the situation. "What's going on?" She said,
the smile fading from her face. She could see that the conversation in the
room was not a happy one. But the mere fact that Sark was sitting there in
her kitchen, was not something she was thrilled about.
"Sydney why don't you have a seat?" Jack said, trying in vain to ease some of the tension in the room. Sydney gave her father a very quizzical look, before turning to Vaughn and giving him an even more intense one.
After thinking for a moment, Sydney tried to shake herself from the state of shock she was in. She shook her head slightly. "I have to put Ryan down for a nap." She said looking back to Vaughn. The mention of his name made Sark look to Jack quizzically.
"I'll do it." Vaughn said softly, trying to smiled, but failing. He touched Sydney's shoulder lightly as he passed her to leave the kitchen. As he left, Sydney looked over her kitchen table. She moved to the open seat across from her mother, and next to her father.
"Please tell me this isn't more bad news." Sydney forced a weak smile. "I think I've had enough bad news for a while." She sighed looking at her mother, and realizing that tears still lingered in her eyes.
"I hope it's not bad news Sydney." Sark smiled uneasily. "But I'm afraid that the two of us have been left in the dark for quite a while." Sydney just stared at him as he spoke. "I've always felt that I had a connection with you Sydney, and I've never known exactly what that was about." Sark took a deep breath; half praying that if he paused someone else would jump in and do the explaining. It wasn't, after all, his story to tell. But as it was neither Jack nor Irina seemed willing to take over the explanation duties. "I was just recently made aware that that connection was more than just something I created in my head. It turns out we're related by blood." He said the last part slowly, as if the words were difficult to realize.
Sydney looked to her mother in confusion. She could understand completely what Sark was implying, but barely believed it.
"Sydney." She took a breath, feeling the tears begin to mount once again. "When you were six years old, and I left you and your father, I was pregnant." Closing her eyes she let a few tears fall. "Ryan, or as you know him, by his middle name Sark, is your brother." At this Irina could no longer contain her emotions. She closed her eyes and began to cry. Her tears were a mixture of regret and happiness. And as she shock with sobs, Jack got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around her. Sydney watched this for a moment before becoming totally aware of what was going on. She couldn't help but feel that she couldn't remain in the room any longer. She quickly stood and walked out into the foyer. As she did this Sark followed.
"Sydney wait." He called after her, and caught up to her near the stairs. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Sark said slowly trying to catch her gaze.
"I don't know what to say." She said looking up at him. She was truly unsure about how she felt.
"I know the feeling. I found out only a matter of hours ago who my parents were." Sark said sincerely.
Sydney thought about this for a long moment. She thought about her experiences with this man. She thought about everything she'd gone through with him. As she looked at this man, who was once her enemy, and now her brother, she couldn't help but think that it was all a dream. But as she mentally pinched herself and regained a sense of reality, she realized that he was still the same person he'd always been. With tears in her eyes, her expression quickly changed from unsure to confident.
"Look, you may be my brother. Hell, I don't really care. But that doesn't change who you are, and what you've done. Just because you're family now won't ever change those things."
As she said this she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Damien reached the top and assessed the situation quickly. Sydney was crying, and there was some strange man standing there. Damien's worry grew exponentially in seconds. Sydney tried to give him a smile as he walked toward her, but fail miserable.
"Who the hell are you?" Damien demanded stepping in between Sark and Sydney.
"I. ummm. Who are you?" Sark responded.
"No. I asked you a question. You don't stand here and make a pregnant woman cry and then ask me questions. Who the hell are you?" Damien demanded yet again, and louder.
As much as she wanted to leave Damien standing in between herself and Sark, Sydney put her hand on his shoulder. It wasn't his place to fight this battle for her, he was only a kid.
"Damien. It's all right. I'm fine." She said forcing a smile.
"Who is this guy, Syd?" Damien said not moving from in front of her.
"This is." She paused unsure how to answer.
"My name is Ryan, I'm her. brother." Sark said with some hesitation.
"Sydney doesn't have a brother." Damien said, not losing an once of indignation in his voice.
"You're right Dame. I didn't have a brother. But now I do. It's complicated." Sydney said wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm fine really. I'm just emotional I guess."
"Are you sure?" Damien said turning to Sydney.
"Positive, thanks." Sydney smiled. At this Damien took another look at Sark before starting up the stairs. Sydney and Sark stood in silence until he reached the top.
"And who might I ask is Damien?" Sark said softly.
"He's Vaughn's son." Sydney said, laughing in the back of her mind at how complicated that whole story was.
"I wasn't aware Vaughn had children." Sark said, as if he were reading her thoughts.
"It's a long story. He a good kid though."
"I can see that, and loyal too eh." Sark smiled. "It's quite a household you have going on here." He said, still smiling.
Sydney smiled too. "Something like that." She said quietly. She could hear movement from the kitchen, and a moment later her mother and father stood in the kitchen doorway. Sydney smiled at them, and they smiled back, and for a long moment the four stood in silence, in a sort of peace, that none of them had ever experienced before.
"Sydney why don't you have a seat?" Jack said, trying in vain to ease some of the tension in the room. Sydney gave her father a very quizzical look, before turning to Vaughn and giving him an even more intense one.
After thinking for a moment, Sydney tried to shake herself from the state of shock she was in. She shook her head slightly. "I have to put Ryan down for a nap." She said looking back to Vaughn. The mention of his name made Sark look to Jack quizzically.
"I'll do it." Vaughn said softly, trying to smiled, but failing. He touched Sydney's shoulder lightly as he passed her to leave the kitchen. As he left, Sydney looked over her kitchen table. She moved to the open seat across from her mother, and next to her father.
"Please tell me this isn't more bad news." Sydney forced a weak smile. "I think I've had enough bad news for a while." She sighed looking at her mother, and realizing that tears still lingered in her eyes.
"I hope it's not bad news Sydney." Sark smiled uneasily. "But I'm afraid that the two of us have been left in the dark for quite a while." Sydney just stared at him as he spoke. "I've always felt that I had a connection with you Sydney, and I've never known exactly what that was about." Sark took a deep breath; half praying that if he paused someone else would jump in and do the explaining. It wasn't, after all, his story to tell. But as it was neither Jack nor Irina seemed willing to take over the explanation duties. "I was just recently made aware that that connection was more than just something I created in my head. It turns out we're related by blood." He said the last part slowly, as if the words were difficult to realize.
Sydney looked to her mother in confusion. She could understand completely what Sark was implying, but barely believed it.
"Sydney." She took a breath, feeling the tears begin to mount once again. "When you were six years old, and I left you and your father, I was pregnant." Closing her eyes she let a few tears fall. "Ryan, or as you know him, by his middle name Sark, is your brother." At this Irina could no longer contain her emotions. She closed her eyes and began to cry. Her tears were a mixture of regret and happiness. And as she shock with sobs, Jack got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around her. Sydney watched this for a moment before becoming totally aware of what was going on. She couldn't help but feel that she couldn't remain in the room any longer. She quickly stood and walked out into the foyer. As she did this Sark followed.
"Sydney wait." He called after her, and caught up to her near the stairs. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Sark said slowly trying to catch her gaze.
"I don't know what to say." She said looking up at him. She was truly unsure about how she felt.
"I know the feeling. I found out only a matter of hours ago who my parents were." Sark said sincerely.
Sydney thought about this for a long moment. She thought about her experiences with this man. She thought about everything she'd gone through with him. As she looked at this man, who was once her enemy, and now her brother, she couldn't help but think that it was all a dream. But as she mentally pinched herself and regained a sense of reality, she realized that he was still the same person he'd always been. With tears in her eyes, her expression quickly changed from unsure to confident.
"Look, you may be my brother. Hell, I don't really care. But that doesn't change who you are, and what you've done. Just because you're family now won't ever change those things."
As she said this she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Damien reached the top and assessed the situation quickly. Sydney was crying, and there was some strange man standing there. Damien's worry grew exponentially in seconds. Sydney tried to give him a smile as he walked toward her, but fail miserable.
"Who the hell are you?" Damien demanded stepping in between Sark and Sydney.
"I. ummm. Who are you?" Sark responded.
"No. I asked you a question. You don't stand here and make a pregnant woman cry and then ask me questions. Who the hell are you?" Damien demanded yet again, and louder.
As much as she wanted to leave Damien standing in between herself and Sark, Sydney put her hand on his shoulder. It wasn't his place to fight this battle for her, he was only a kid.
"Damien. It's all right. I'm fine." She said forcing a smile.
"Who is this guy, Syd?" Damien said not moving from in front of her.
"This is." She paused unsure how to answer.
"My name is Ryan, I'm her. brother." Sark said with some hesitation.
"Sydney doesn't have a brother." Damien said, not losing an once of indignation in his voice.
"You're right Dame. I didn't have a brother. But now I do. It's complicated." Sydney said wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm fine really. I'm just emotional I guess."
"Are you sure?" Damien said turning to Sydney.
"Positive, thanks." Sydney smiled. At this Damien took another look at Sark before starting up the stairs. Sydney and Sark stood in silence until he reached the top.
"And who might I ask is Damien?" Sark said softly.
"He's Vaughn's son." Sydney said, laughing in the back of her mind at how complicated that whole story was.
"I wasn't aware Vaughn had children." Sark said, as if he were reading her thoughts.
"It's a long story. He a good kid though."
"I can see that, and loyal too eh." Sark smiled. "It's quite a household you have going on here." He said, still smiling.
Sydney smiled too. "Something like that." She said quietly. She could hear movement from the kitchen, and a moment later her mother and father stood in the kitchen doorway. Sydney smiled at them, and they smiled back, and for a long moment the four stood in silence, in a sort of peace, that none of them had ever experienced before.