*Disclaimer*: Nope, don't own Alias; wish I did. Man I'm getting tired of saying this. I don't own the lyrics to killing me softly. Nope, oh and about the lyrics, they might be a bit off, because I'm changing it to fit a guy instead of a girl. And then back to where it was supposed to be for the girl.
Dedication: Check the first 2 chapters then come back to read this if you don't know whom I'm dedicating this story to.
A/N: Well here it is, there will be Sarkney in this chapter, both past and present tense. Also the answer of who Hannah is is starting to be revealed. What's going on between Allison and Sark? That too will be explained. Etc. lets move on to da story. And at some point the song in the story the lyrics will overlap. Replies to reviews will be at the end of the story.
Suggest listening: Killing me softly. Don't matter who sings it. You should wait until the lyrics appear for you to start playing the song. Just a suggestion if you decide to listen to the song while reading the story. Not gonna cry, by Mary J. Blige. I had to change the lyrics around a little to fit her situation. Also im not gonna use all the lyrics.
Last Time on "A twisted world after all"
Smiling as she entered back into the club she spotted a guy smiling at her and coming towards her. The man looked oddly familiar. Although Sydney could have sworn she had never seen him before in her life.
"Sweetie?"
After a moment of silence she finally revealed what had been on her mind. "I'm pregnant". Michael almost burst with joy. He was smiling and laughing and yelling in happiness. But somehow in the back of his head he knew something was wrong. His wife didn't seem to be all that thrilled to be pregnant. Why was she looking so sad? Did she think that he didn't want a child? Did she think that the child would be neglected?
"Don't worry, the baby won't be neglected. Do you know what sex it is?"
Lauren forced a smile on her lips and shook her head. Why was she not looking happy? What was wrong?
****************Flashback**************************(You know the drill)
"But Mila sweetie, it's for the best" a woman pleaded.
"No! I don't wanna go!" the little girl argued.
"They can take better care of you than I can. I promise baby, you'll thank me later," the lady explained.
"But why mommy?" the girl asked.
*Sigh* "Because truth takes time. Goodbye baby, I love you." with that the unknown woman walked off leaving the crying girl with a lady whose face remained expressionless as she held back the girl from running back to her mom.
*Fast forward to another scene in flashback*
"Mila? What the hell kind of name is Mila?" a woman asked.
"But I like my name." the girl argued.
"Well I don't, and I'm your guardian now so I says what goes and what stays. And your name is defiantly going. I'm gonna call you from now on… Hannah. And if you don't answer by that name and that name only then you wont get supper toys or anything. Not even warmth in the winter. You need to learn to respect me. You will respect me, understood?"
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Chapter 4~ Killing me softly
"Hello, back again I see." the man said offering her his drink.
Sydney smiled as she tried to remember where she knew him.
"No thanks, already ordered one."
"But, a while ago, you said when you came back we would share a drink together." the man whined.
So, she had known him as Julia. No wait a second that sounded familiar. And not from when she was Julia.
Kissing her husband she assured him that she was fine. "I can still go on a few missions. I'm not even showing yet."
"But, you might endanger the baby." Vaughn countered.
"I'll be careful," she said.
"Why must you insist on going on more missions?"
"Come on just share one with me." the man, pleaded her. Sydney really didn't want to cause a scene and attack the man for being a pig, but he wasn't leaving her much choice.
"She said no," a voice from behind him said.
Sydney stared in awe at who the man was.
Weiss sat at his desk pretending to be doing paperwork. He could just go home and watch tv, it didn't matter, Dixon had went somewhere and wouldn't be back today; but his friends' lives had already turned into a soap opera and they needed someone to be referee, or restrain them.
"I don't want to sit around all day doing nothing. I want each day to make a difference, to mean something. Besides when my baby's life becomes in danger and Dixon pulls me off a mission, then I will stay home." Lauren explained silently infuriated that she had to explain this to her husband. Especially when the answer was a given.
"Sark?" Sydney breathed. Hadn't he gone somewhere?
"She said no," he repeated again, "Now do you wanna leave on your own, or do you want to leave in an ambulance; assuming that someone calls for one."
The man looking scared ran off, disappearing into the crowd.
"Are you ok?" Sark asked. Sydney was still in shock. Who was he and what had he done with Sark. This was not the Sark she knew, the Sark she was used to. Or was he?
"Yeah" she said crossing her arms, "I'm fine." After awhile she added, "Thanks." Sark only shrugged.
"Hey" he started, "Wanna dance?"
OK, now she knew something was up. Maybe someone had shot Sark up with some kind of drug. Whatever it was, she might have blown her cover if Sark hadn't been here. Or would she have? Wouldn't hurt to dance with him.
She thought about for one more second then told him, "Sure, why not?" Taking her hand he lead her to the dance floor.
"Agent Weiss, is there a reason you're not doing your work?" Dixon asked. A few agents close by tried to suppress their giggles.
"I just thought that…" Weiss trailed off. "That, I would work better if I took a small break from doing the work, to get a new, fresher opinion. Look at it from all sides." He said, making it up as he went along. Marshall was busy working on a new gadget and he had to decipher what he thought they should do concerning Lauren's pregnancy. Any possibilities, he was supposed to write down.
**************Flashback**********(you know the drill)******************
Sark sat down on the couch, binoculars in hand. He hadn't told her he was there. He wanted to make sure she was safe. So in order for that to happen, she couldn't know. She thought he was on a mission to find more potential Rambaldi artifacts. He looked into the binoculars surprised at what he saw on the other end.
"Allison, honey, are you sure he isn't around?" a man asked a woman looking just like Sydney's friend Francie.
"Of course, he's on a mission, so tonight it's just the two of us." she said lustfully.
Sark kept telling himself that there was an explanation for all of this. An explanation for why there was another man being in their personal suite. It didn't help the fact that he had bugged it secretly. If he couldn't hear what they were saying maybe it could have helped him deny it. But he could hear every word, every breath taken.
Allison walked up to the man and kissed him, breaking her lover's heart as she did so. The man, not seeming the least bit surprised, as if it had happened before. Peeling off the man's shirt she kissed his chest as she led him into their room. Memorizing the guy's face, Sark vowed to kill the guy slowly, very slowly. Silent tears were now streaming down Sark's face as he realized what he had to do. He would make Allison pay. Make her feel the same pain that he was feeling. Trick her then rip her heart out slowly. Like she was doing to him now. He was trying to turn off the COM, but you couldn't turn it off, you had to disconnect it. He could hear every moan, it and it slowly killing him.
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I heard she sang a good song
I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her to listen for awhile
And there she was this stranger, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
He tried to block it out, but it was already in his head, taunting him, teasing him, laughing at him.
She stared at them kissing, hating them, hating her. She didn't know why, she didn't even know who they were. She didn't know why she was jealous; she didn't know him personally. Or did she? A silent tear fell down her cheek. She didn't know why they wanted them dead but it didn't matter. More tears fell down her cheek, as she couldn't bring herself to kill them, to kill him.
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each out loud
I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
They would be angry she knew that. She should complete the mission, but she couldn't. She would be pissed at him if she ever found out, but she had hurt him too much. He was in too much pain to care. The truth was simple- they were killing them softly.
*****************End Flashback***(you know the drill)******************
That song- Killing me softly had been playing bring up unwanted memories for both Sydney and Sark. Pulling her closer to him, Sark looked at Sydney, eyes briefly full of pain. Full of a pain Sydney didn't understand, or even worse, maybe she did, in her own way. Lowering his head, Sark captured Sydney in a kiss.
**************Flashback***********(you know da drill)******************
*Images flashed by*
Images of a woman with her hair braided back kissing guy.
There were images of people crying. It was all a blur.
Images of man- who she could now recognize as Sark, intimate moments between the two of them.
Scenes of her running in the rain, tears streaming down her cheek.
Images of her with Simon. Images of her talking to Simon with Sark lingering nearby.
Images of Sark yelling at somebody. Asking what they had done to her. Sark looking sad. Her fighting someone. Them pulling a knife and-
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Sark gave her a sad look afterwards. The look seemed to be asking if when they kissed if she had been kissing him. If she had been think about him. The weird thing was, whenever she was around Sark, she seemed to be thinking about him less and less. Was that a good thing? She surely wasn't gonna cry over it anymore. He had moved on, why shouldn't she?
I would stop breathing if you told me to
And now your busy loving someone else
So many years out of my life
Coming out with nothing to show
Wasted my years
Well I'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna shed no tears
No I'm not gonna cry
It's not the time
No I'm not gonna cry
Cuz your not worth my tears…
I know there are no guarantees
In love you take your chances
But somehow it seems unfair to me
Look at the circumstances
So many years of sacrifice
And you can leave me at the drop of a dime
Swallow me fears
Stood by your side…
Well I'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna shed no tears
No I'm not gonna cry
It's not the time
No I'm not gonna cry
Cuz your not worth my tears…
Sark wasn't all that bad. He had been hurt before with Allison, just like she had been hurt with Vaughn. Wait! How did she know he had been hurt before? Sark looked to the ground, silence really did say more than words ever could. Even now, she was thinking about him. He started to walk away, he knew that she wouldn't want him back, but she could have at least humored him.
Kissing him again, Lauren wondered if she should tell Michael the rest of the news. They had sort of made up, should she jeopardize all of that and tell him the whole story?
A/N: So tell me? Did you like this story? Did I put too much angst in this chapter? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did some of the flashbacks answer some of your questions. More Sarkney coming up. Hey Vaughn, trouble in "paradise"? lol, I'm evil. This is my revenge. I'm sorry I had to put in that angst, but I had to explain some things. Promise more Sarkney coming up. If you want to ill try to keep down the Angst next chapter. Please read and review. Both flamers and non-flamers are welcome.