*Disclaimer*: The day I actually own Alias will be the day a baby is elected president of the United States. I have to face the facts; I do not, have never, and will never own Alias. But, a girl can dream, can't she?
Dedication: Hasn't changed. Never will.
A/N: Here you go, fresh from my imagination. Please note: Fanatic482: I originally tried to break up this chapter into POV's but then my computer froze and I lost most of it. Anyway I took it as a sign, plus it was annoying to write those, I wasn't gonna write anymore breaks in the story, sorry.
Previously on "A twisted world after all"
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A woman with curly brown hair lay on hospital bed screaming as she gave birth. Birthing is the most magical experience in the world *scoff* yeah right. A man must have said that quote, because it certainly didn't come from a woman who had given birth before. Every minute that came along the woman was regretting this more and more.
"A few more pushes, you're almost there!" a nurse yelled to her.
"I need more ice cubes!" the woman yelled to the woman who she was currently crushing his hand. The poor man nodded as she reluctantly let go of his hand. He was just a volunteer. Not at the hospital, but he had volunteered to be her midwife. The poor woman had no one with her. A tear was falling down her cheek as she realized that even while giving birth she had never felt so alone. No woman should ever have to go pick out their wedding dress alone, no woman should have to give birth alone, any woman who had to, would probably die alone too. She frowned as she realized she would have to quickly get back in shape. No one knew about this, she shouldn't be here right now. She had to get back to work soon.
"Aww, look, it's a beautiful baby girl," a nurse crooned handing her the baby as soon as it was cleaned. The nurse seemed genuinely excited. Yeah right, excited, She probably does like 50 of these a day. The woman smiled holding her baby for the first time. Suddenly a thought came into her mind, knocking away any happiness she had inside of her. Who was the daddy? Could she take care of her on her own? Could she give the baby what she needed? More tears slid down her cheek, as she realized the answer, no. That didn't mean she wouldn't try though.
"Miss, miss, miss!" the nurse finally yelled, knocking her out of her trance.
"Huh?" the woman asked.
"What do you wanna name this precious little angel?" the woman asked.
After thinking for a while, the woman smiled while saying the name she had carefully selected, "Mila."
The nurse smiled and wrote down the name. "Mila, that's a really pretty name. What's the name?"
"Huh?" asked the confused woman.
"Is it Spanish, English, Chinese, etc.?"
"Oh!" said the woman finally understanding. "It's Russian."
"Ok now, will the child have the same name as you?"
"Yes"
"Can you spell your last name for me please?"
"Sure"
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"It's hard for me to tell you because it's about your friend, Eric Weiss" Lauren finally admitted.
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"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 6
"W-w-w-what does this have to do with him?" Vaughn stammered.
"…Maybe…everything." she answered,
"Huh?" was his brilliant reply.
"I think it's time that you know, my history with Eric Weiss goes back farther than you ever could have imagined." Lauren explained.
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"Irina! Hold still" the woman yelled at a young woman. "You asked for my help getting into this outfit and I'm trying to help you!"
"Sorry Samantha" Irina recited with a sigh. Irina and Samantha were currently standing in front of a huge mirror with Samantha trying desperately to help Irina fit into a black outfit similar to the one Samantha was wearing.
"Seriously, just suck it in." Samantha commanded
"I am sucking it in." Irina whined.
"Damn it girl, you have to leave for a mission soon. How the hell are you gonna go if you can't fit into your outfit. Plus you don't seem your healthiest." Samantha chastised. "Look, maybe they got you the wrong size on accident. Want me to reorder?"
"We don't have time to reorder. I'll fix it. I'll be fine," she promised. She tried in vain to hide her stomach cramps but Samantha saw right through that.
"Damn girl, is it your time of the month? I could get them to postpone. You wont be up to your best if it is. You'll become completely unpredictable. And in this life, that for an ally is never a good situation."
"Look, it's not my time of the month, and I'm always unpredictable." With a forced smile Irina painfully zipped up the outfit and hurried out of the room. Samantha scrunched up her face in confusion. It WAS supposed to be Irina's time of the month. Something was seriously up. It hadn't just been today it had been for- for two months. What had happened in two months? Oh yeah, she had come back. Back from her mission dealing with the CIA agent Jack Bristow. What had happened before she came back? Samantha was going to find out somehow.
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Lauren sighed. "You see; my mom got a job, here in America. So I moved there in about the middle of the school year. Lo and behold I find myself at the same high school as Eric Weiss. I remember that year. I didn't really know Weiss at first." she started.
"Weiss?" Sydney asked surprising the agent. He turned his chair around.
"Hey Sydney." he replied.
"Sorry, came as soon as I could. So *sigh* about Lauren, I really don't know. I really wanna ship her back to London. But seeing as how that's never gonna happen, plan B. Which is…?" Sydney trailed off.
Lauren continued with her story. "It didn't take long to find out who he was. He was a really funny, one-of-a-kind kind of person. He introduced me to his best friend and tried to play matchmaker. I was still getting over the pain of my parents divorce, and wasn't really loyal to any guy, so I took comfort… in sex."
Uh oh, Vaughn thought he had a feeling of where this was going. No! Suddenly he didn't want to hear anymore. He needed to block it out but Lauren wouldn't let him. Vaughn looked down at her white blouse and knee-length black skirt and wondered if she used to wear something like that back then.
"So, it was only a matter of time. A little while later…" she trailed off. Getting off the bed he turned to leave the room. Lauren jumped up and stopped him.
"Please!" she yelled. Then in a softer tone she added, "You need to hear this. Sit." Complying they both sat on the bed.
"A little while later… his name was Steven. Steven Robinson. He was Weiss's best friend. A little while later… we got pregnant. Our parent were furious. His dad told him to quit school and go work at his firm. My mom told me to quit school too and get a job. But, I didn't want to quit school. He knew I didn't want to so he quit in order to take care of us. He got a job at his dad's firm but then the company went into debt and he was laid off. He was at that point, screwed, he had no job, no school and his mom and dad kicked him out. Said that he needed to support his own self now, since he was bringing another life into this world. All that time he despised me. My parents took care of me. They took double shift to prepare for the expensive costs that was to come. My dad sent money to me every week for my baby and me. Not long after I miscarried. It was too late for him to go back to school; he had no experience and no job. He was screwed. Weiss tried his best to help him but there was only so much he could do. Steven could draw though, so with every penny left, he moved to New York. No one wanted to buy his drawings though and he never told Weiss that he wasn't successful. So, after awhile Weiss stopped sending him money. Everyone thought he was doing fine. I resumed my studies and graduated as one of the top students in my grade. Steven, he now works at a gas station here in LA, he hitchhiked back. He lives in a 1bedroom apartment. I've seen it; it looks horrible. Everyday, he once told me, he blames his horrible life on me. It was all my fault, he said. Weiss used to blame me too. I'm not sure if he still does, but he used to. Anyways since I miscarried, I'm at a higher risk to miscarry again. If Weiss acts strangely around me or…our baby that's why. Ever since that day… anytime someone said the word baby that's all I can remember. The baby was supposed to be a girl. I'll never hear her first word, never se her first laugh, never scrutinize her first boyfriend." with that Lauren looked down at the ground her eyes full of tears.
"Lauren, ba-honey, I'm sorry I never knew." Michael said taking her in his arms stroking her back.
"Which was calling you. How about, leaving this to Lauren? I mean she's gonna have the final say, so then why do I have to do this?" Eric asked.
"Well, maybe it's busy work, a bored you, is never a good thing." Sydney joked before getting serious, lowering her voice. "Weiss, what if somebody told me that they knew where I was in my missing two years? Should I tell them everything I find out? Like my flashbacks?"
Weiss pondered this for a minute. "Well, I guess. But, who? Who thinks they know where you were Syd?"
"*Silence* promise you won't tell anyone?" Sydney asked/
"Promise, scouts honor." Weiss said.
"You were never a scout" Syd said defensively.
*Chuckle* "promise, seriously" Eric answered.
*In a whisper* "Sark"
"What! He was in custody, how could he possibly know anything?" he asked.
"Well, he knew stuff, plus whenever im around him, I always get these flashbacks to memories I didn't know I had. And these memories, almost always have him in It." she answered.
"Like what memories?"
*Looks around* "I'll tell you later, you never know who's listening or watching, or both."
"I think you should run them by me first, then we'll homer it out before you do anything rash."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
*Hug* (which got a lot of stares from agents passing by. Hmm, new romance forming?)
"Look, I gotta go, bye Weiss" Sydney said leaving.
After Sydney left Weiss went into a secluded office, activated a debugging device and whipped out his cell. "Hello? Yes, Sydney Bristow recovered some of her memories."
Sark stood outside of the building. Hmm should he break in? Or should he not. What would Sydney do? What the hell, when had he started thinking that? He had left the nightclub in a hurry, trying not to show the hurt on his face. That had taken some courage for him to say again, especially since she had no clue what had happened in those last two years. What had happened… between them. Deciding to slip in, he opened the door and slipped in, hoping to give a big surprise. He didn't know that it would be him who would be surprised, not the other way around.
A/N: I hope you guys are staring to understand the little hints and clues I am leaving. Pay attention to the flashbacks! They will provide lots of the answers. I hope you guys paid attention to the little details in this chapter because they have a lot to do with the big picture. HINT: Look for the little things and the flashbacks for some of the answers. Soon you should be able to start to piece together at least some of the flashbacks. Also sometime the clues are what I didn't tell you. I know that kind of confusing. But soon it will all make sense.
(I give) Kudos to my reviewers. Replies to reviews (from the last few chapters and this chapter):
lmichelle1 : I will update soon. I hope you keep o understanding the fanfic without any breaks in the story. I didn't realize that it was that confusing. IT'S JUST REALLY ANNOYING AND STRNOUS TO WRITE THE BREAKS IN THE STORY. Thankz for enjoying the story. Wow! You actually get the hints! I know some reviewers who didn't get it. I thought I just wasn't giving the right hints. I will put in lots more SARKNEY MOMENTS! Have no fear!
leonsalanna: Eww I could never do that!
SarkLover: LOL, glad you love it, but I'm sorry that your confused. I'm explaining it little by little. Hint: The flashbacks will give away most of the answers.