Same Disclaimer Applies: I have another idea for a story but I don't want
to start it until either this story or my other one is complete. It will
just be too much and I probably won't be able to update as much if I start
it. We'll find out where Sydney was for almost two years in the next few
chapters. ENJOY!!!!
ALGER, ALGERIA
Sydney didn't have time to get anything else out of her mouth as the world swam in front of her. She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut; the headache had returned with a vengeance.
Jack and Irina were ripped from their shock at their daughter's movements. All thoughts of escaping fled as they were both drawn to Sydney's side. Easing her way toward the floor, the pain was dulled by the images as Sydney tried grasping them mentally to form a coherent picture.
"Not now." She whispered.
"Sydney what's going on? Where are you hurt?" Jack had dropped to his knees beside her while Irina mirrored his position.
"Oh God." Sydney whispered again.
She was back in her bedroom that fateful night almost two years before. The room was in shambles and her head was pounding from the repeated blows it had endured. She had never completely lost consciousness, only become hazy and lethargic.
Voices drifted in from the living room, ones Sydney had never heard before. From the variance of tones she determined there to be six people in the house and all of them men. Despite the number, all of the communicating was done softly and with measured decibels.
Sydney tried to move when the voices began drawing closer. Her shackles rose, preparing for another attack but her body protested even the slightest shift. The footsteps slowly making their way to the bedroom were so soft, Sydney had cause to second guess her deduction of men but there collective voices were too low to be anything but.
Glimpses of red were back, seeming to be the dominate theme in all of her memories. The men spoke again while watching her struggle to keep her eyes open. The language was foreign and not one that Sydney was readily familiar with. She was able to pick out words that could be from a handful of dialects however the mystery remained.
A prick on her shoulder sent her unwillingly into the darkness. She could remember waking twice more: once with an overwhelming feeling of cold, a chill so deeply felt she tensed through the relocation. The other, a time where the heat sat heavy around her prone form causing trickles of sweat to bead and run over her body.
All at once she came back to the present to find her parents hovering over her in the dimly lit room. Her mother was brushing the wisps of hair that had pulled out of her braid, away from her face while her father held her hand and scanned her body for any signs of injury.
"Sydney." Irina smiled when she saw her daughter open her eyes.
"I'm fine. This seems to be happening a lot lately." Sydney provided them with no more information.
"Where have you been? How did you get here? Have you been hurt in any way? I-" Irina didn't know what else to say. Jack appeared to be equally stunned at the reappearance of their daughter.
"I'm not hurt and I haven't been that I know of. I don't know where I was before and as for-" Sydney was cut off as Dixon and a team of agents broke through the lab door.
"Sydney you weren't answering your- shit." Dixon swore upon seeing Jack and Irina crouching beside Sydney.
"Stand up and move away. Put your hands where I can see them." Dixon's commands were punctuated by the machine gun cradled in his hands.
"Dixon." Jack began calmly. He was preparing to reason with the man he had worked beside for so many years.
"I'm sorry Jack. Move away from Sydney and make sure your hands are visible. You to Ms. Derevko."
They both moved away, keep in their eyes trained on Sydney. But that didn't stop Irina from taunting Dixon out of anger. She whispered something under her breath.
"What was that?" Dixon asked. Jack would have rolled his eyes at Dixon walking into the trap so easily had he not been afraid to take said eyes from Sydney.
"I said, that it's Mrs. Bristow." Irina gave the agents a look that could split them in two.
Dixon turned to Jack to watch his reaction but when he saw only simple acknowledgement his shock grew.
"What happened Sydney?" Sydney had finally gotten up from the ground and was able to focus despite the residual pain behind her eyes.
"Nothing. My memory just picked an awful time to make an appearance."
"What is your status Dixon?" Kendall sounded in Dixon's ear piece.
"The lab is secure and we have retrieved the codes. We also presently have two people in our custody." Dixon seemed unsure about his last statement.
"Who are they?" Kendall asked.
"Irina Derevko and Jack Bristow." Dixon received no reply for a while and wondered if Kendall had stopped the communication.
"Bring them in. Carefully." Kendall finally said.
"Yes Sir." Dixon signaled for the agents to restrain them.
Irina and Jack were frustrated at their slip. They had let their worry and joy over seeing Sydney again take precedence, placing them and their mission in danger. Yet at the same time their hearts soared knowing their child was no longer missing.
Sydney watched as her parent's gaze connected and held a silent conversation in a short period of time. She wasn't sure if they were planning an escape or their story but either way she was going to get some answers out of them.
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ALGER, ALGERIA
Sydney didn't have time to get anything else out of her mouth as the world swam in front of her. She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut; the headache had returned with a vengeance.
Jack and Irina were ripped from their shock at their daughter's movements. All thoughts of escaping fled as they were both drawn to Sydney's side. Easing her way toward the floor, the pain was dulled by the images as Sydney tried grasping them mentally to form a coherent picture.
"Not now." She whispered.
"Sydney what's going on? Where are you hurt?" Jack had dropped to his knees beside her while Irina mirrored his position.
"Oh God." Sydney whispered again.
She was back in her bedroom that fateful night almost two years before. The room was in shambles and her head was pounding from the repeated blows it had endured. She had never completely lost consciousness, only become hazy and lethargic.
Voices drifted in from the living room, ones Sydney had never heard before. From the variance of tones she determined there to be six people in the house and all of them men. Despite the number, all of the communicating was done softly and with measured decibels.
Sydney tried to move when the voices began drawing closer. Her shackles rose, preparing for another attack but her body protested even the slightest shift. The footsteps slowly making their way to the bedroom were so soft, Sydney had cause to second guess her deduction of men but there collective voices were too low to be anything but.
Glimpses of red were back, seeming to be the dominate theme in all of her memories. The men spoke again while watching her struggle to keep her eyes open. The language was foreign and not one that Sydney was readily familiar with. She was able to pick out words that could be from a handful of dialects however the mystery remained.
A prick on her shoulder sent her unwillingly into the darkness. She could remember waking twice more: once with an overwhelming feeling of cold, a chill so deeply felt she tensed through the relocation. The other, a time where the heat sat heavy around her prone form causing trickles of sweat to bead and run over her body.
All at once she came back to the present to find her parents hovering over her in the dimly lit room. Her mother was brushing the wisps of hair that had pulled out of her braid, away from her face while her father held her hand and scanned her body for any signs of injury.
"Sydney." Irina smiled when she saw her daughter open her eyes.
"I'm fine. This seems to be happening a lot lately." Sydney provided them with no more information.
"Where have you been? How did you get here? Have you been hurt in any way? I-" Irina didn't know what else to say. Jack appeared to be equally stunned at the reappearance of their daughter.
"I'm not hurt and I haven't been that I know of. I don't know where I was before and as for-" Sydney was cut off as Dixon and a team of agents broke through the lab door.
"Sydney you weren't answering your- shit." Dixon swore upon seeing Jack and Irina crouching beside Sydney.
"Stand up and move away. Put your hands where I can see them." Dixon's commands were punctuated by the machine gun cradled in his hands.
"Dixon." Jack began calmly. He was preparing to reason with the man he had worked beside for so many years.
"I'm sorry Jack. Move away from Sydney and make sure your hands are visible. You to Ms. Derevko."
They both moved away, keep in their eyes trained on Sydney. But that didn't stop Irina from taunting Dixon out of anger. She whispered something under her breath.
"What was that?" Dixon asked. Jack would have rolled his eyes at Dixon walking into the trap so easily had he not been afraid to take said eyes from Sydney.
"I said, that it's Mrs. Bristow." Irina gave the agents a look that could split them in two.
Dixon turned to Jack to watch his reaction but when he saw only simple acknowledgement his shock grew.
"What happened Sydney?" Sydney had finally gotten up from the ground and was able to focus despite the residual pain behind her eyes.
"Nothing. My memory just picked an awful time to make an appearance."
"What is your status Dixon?" Kendall sounded in Dixon's ear piece.
"The lab is secure and we have retrieved the codes. We also presently have two people in our custody." Dixon seemed unsure about his last statement.
"Who are they?" Kendall asked.
"Irina Derevko and Jack Bristow." Dixon received no reply for a while and wondered if Kendall had stopped the communication.
"Bring them in. Carefully." Kendall finally said.
"Yes Sir." Dixon signaled for the agents to restrain them.
Irina and Jack were frustrated at their slip. They had let their worry and joy over seeing Sydney again take precedence, placing them and their mission in danger. Yet at the same time their hearts soared knowing their child was no longer missing.
Sydney watched as her parent's gaze connected and held a silent conversation in a short period of time. She wasn't sure if they were planning an escape or their story but either way she was going to get some answers out of them.
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