Chapter 12
Ethan had chosen not to go with Agent Bristow and Jarod this time. When Sidney began to insist that he would be alright, Ethan became more squeamish about the prospect. Finally, Jarod had to gently tell the young agent, that Ethan needed to go his own way, and that he would get in touch with them, when he was ready.
What Sidney refrained from saying, is that they needed every victim of The Centre, if the government was ever going to make their case against them. But, from the time she had spent there already, Sidney already knew there were plenty of victims.
She looked at Abigail, who looked happy to see Jarod, and quite healthy. If she had not seen the panic in Sydney's eyes, when he learned of her existence, she would've thought the older man was lying.
But, she had sensed that he wasn't. And now it was time to see about rectifying the mistakes of the past.
****
Jarod and Abigail walked onto the plane first. He kept feeling his daughter's forehead, and looking for signs of any illness whatsoever. Satisfied that Abigail was still healthy, Jarod stopped in front of a man, that looked slightly older than his cousin. He noted that when Sidney walked by him, she squeezed his arm in an intimate fashion. Jarod eyed him.
'Hello, Jarod. I'm Special Agent Michael Vaughn. I'm one of the agents that's been working to bring down the Centre for the past two years.'
Jarod nodded, the reached out and shook his hand. He was holding Abigail in his other arm. He then looked behind Vaughn. Sydney was standing there. His eyes moved from Jarod, to Abigail. Jarod just stared at him.
Sidney Bristow walked up to Vaughn.
'Let's let them have some privacy. I think Sydney needs to explain some things...we'll bring him up to speed later.'
Vaughn nodded reluctantly. Sidney held out her arms, and Jarod placed Abigail in them. She instantly became fussy. Jarod was about to reach for her back, when Vaughn took Abigail from Sidney. The baby seemed to instantly calm down.
'She likes the men.' Sidney noted, smiling.
Vaughn smiled back.
'I have some experience with babies...let's go back in the back here.'
Sidney nodded her agreement, and followed Vaughn and Abby into another part of the plane. She gave Sydney a sympathetic glance, as she passed him.
Jarod cleared his throat.
'Okay, Sydney. It's just you and me. Tell me what's going on.'
****
Jarod's eyes were closed. And that was because he felt a stress headache coming on. What Sydney had told him was too much.
'Does Ms. Parker know?' he asked quietly.
'I don't know what she knows by now, Jarod. But your cousin, Agent Bristow, could probably find out. She will also be the one, to get what I need to save your daughter.'
'No!'
Sydney tilted his head.
'No, you don't want to help Abigail?'
Jarod's eyes snapped open!
'No, I don't want you helping my daughter! Tell me what I need to do, and I will do it! You're out of this!'
'Jarod please! Try and understand what things were like back then!'
'I was there! I know what things were like! And I know that as usual, you had a choice! The road to right was there in front of you, and you chose wrong, yet again!'
'Jarod, really! What would you and Ms. Parker have done with a baby at that age? Remember your circumstances! To know that you had a son and could not see him, would have made your imprisonment even more unbearable!'
'SHUT-UP!' Jarod screamed. 'You took my son....my son with Ms. Parker, and turned him into some sort of experiment! Then you lied and told me he was a clone of me! Worse yet, the damned drug that you used on the both of us...that was used again on the mother of my child, will end up killing my daughter!
Sydney hung his head. He sniffed.
'Jarod, please let me make this right. At least let me help you with the cure.'
Sidney Bristow reappeared from a back compartment. She heard the raised voices, and figured she had better get in here.
'Tell me, Sydney: where are the DSA's? I want to see them!' Jarod demanded.
Sydney looked over at Sidney Bristow. His eyes were shiny with tears. Her heart went out to him, but Jarod did have a right to his outrage. She cleared her throat.
'Ms. Parker snatched them from Mr. Lyle. I would assume she is watching them now.'
'Then she now knows?' Jarod asked.
'Yes, probably, but Jarod, she still has no idea how sick Abigail is. Look, Agent Vaughn wants to talk to you about how things are going to be from now on.'
'How they're going to be?' Jarod repeated. 'I want to see those DSA's. I have a right to see how much more of my past the Centre stole from me!'
Sidney nodded.
'I have copies in the other room, under lock and key.'
'Have YOU seen them?' Jarod asked her.
Sidney scratched her ear, embarrassed.
'Yes. I'm sorry.'
'I want to see them now!'
Sidney nodded again, placating him. Jarod then followed her back into the compartment, without giving Sydney a backwards glance. Vaughn soon appeared with Abigail. Sydney looked at him.
'May I? I just want to examine her.'
Vaughn looked back where Jarod and Sidney were. He then nodded and handed Abigail to Sydney. Sydney sat down in a chair and began talking to her.
'It will be alright now.' he said softly. Abigail touched his chin.
****
Jarod slowly sat in front of the laptop. He stared down at the container of DSA's. Sidney backed away.
'Just let me know when you're finished.' she said softly, before leaving him to his past. Jarod stared after her for a bit, then picked up a DSA. He could not believe this. He wondered if somewhere, deep down in his subconscious, had he always known there had been something between Ms. Parker and himself, that went deeper than their shared childhood?
Jarod had almost no memory of spending any time with Ms. Parker as a teenager. Yet, he had never really wondered about it before. Now, he felt stupid, as if he should've known something was wrong long before now.
Jarod reached into the container and picked up a DSA. He then put it into the laptop. He held his breath.
****
JAROD and MS. PARKER DSA
Jarod reached for Ms. Parker's waist, to keep her from leaving him. This time, she had been on top of him, and he realized he actually liked that position better. He liked the feel of her hair, drifting down onto his chest. He liked the fact that she was in control
For when she was underneath him, Jarod always feared he was hurting her, even though he knew deep down inside, he wasn't.
Jarod was pleased that he was able to give Ms. Parker, as much pleasure as she gave him. And he had reached for her just now, so that they could just stay together, intimately joined, for a few moments longer. Like they used to.
But lately, Ms. Parker had just taken to falling asleep, with her head on his chest. She would drool sometimes, but he didn't mind. He thought it was cute.
Today though, she would not be able to sleep. For there was something important they had to talk about. It had been 9 weeks now, since their affair had begun. And even he could feel the changes in her body. Changes that he suspected were due to pregnancy. Jarod also imagined that Ms. Parker knew this too.
She had been successful in convincing her father, to let her work at the Centre for the summer, rather then prance around Europe. On her lunch hour, Ms. Parker would sneak down to his room, where they would spend it together.
He held her tightly in his arms, more to keep her from pulling away from him, which she would. When Ms. Parker didn't want to talk about something, she either walked away, or changed the subject. She would not be doing either today.
Jarod felt her body begin to relax, as if she were going to fall asleep again. Jarod nudged her, and her eyes flitted open.
'We need to talk.' he said.
Ms. Parker stretched, and began to pull away.
'I think I should get back.' she said. She tried to pull away. She smiled at him, thinking he was being playful.
'Come on, Jarod! Let me go. I have to get back before Daddy suspects anything.' She began to pull away again, a little more forcefully. But Jarod's arms tightened around her.
'Jarod!' her tone was sharp.
'Ms. Parker!' Jarod answered back, his tone equally as sharp. Ms. Parker stopped struggling. It would just be easier to hear him out this time.
'I have felt...changes in your body...' he knew he was stumbling with what he was trying to say. Instead, he placed one of his hands onto her stomach. That only made her fight him harder.
'Oh God, Jarod! Let me give you a lesson on etiquette! Don't say things like that after sex, okay?'
But Jarod ignored her indignation.
'Do you think it's possible that you're pregnant?' he asked quietly, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. Ms. Parker wrenched away from him and sat on the side of the bed. Her back was to him and her dark hair spilled down her back. She then nodded.
Jarod sat up, then moved so that he was behind her. He touched her hair.
'How long have you known?' he asked gently.
Ms. Parker smiled sardonically.
'I should be asking you that. You're the genius.'
Jarod reached his arms around her, from behind. He laid the side of his face against the back of her head.
'We'll get Sydney to help us.'
Ms. Parker shook her head quickly, then turned to look at him.
'I know you trust him, but I don't think it's a good idea to tell him or anyone else right now...Jarod, this baby, could be OUR way out of here.'
Jarod tilted his head in a questioning way.
'Jarod, don't you see? Daddy will not want me to an unwed mother! Once he knows your the father...he'll let you go! He'll want me to be married! Don't you see?'
Jarod looked into her eyes. Ms. Parker actually believed that her father would let the two of them be together, with their child? He supposed it was possible.
But what frightened him more, was that all he had learned of reproduction through Sydney's tutelage, Jarod now knew there were other solutions to this pregnancy. And they didn't include Ms. Parker ever giving birth!
'I think Sydney is the one we ought to go to. He will help us. We can't do this alone.'
'And I'm telling you, Jarod, we won't have to. I will go to Daddy. He will want his grandchild to know his or her father. It will be alright. This baby is our chance.' she said firmly. She then took his face in her hands and kissed him.
****
Jarod stared at the DSA, his body numb. His mind was a myriad of thoughts.
He looked at the other DSA's. There were more like this one? More that showed two young kids in love? A love that never was allowed to flourish.
Jarod slammed the laptop shut, then flung it against a seat across the aisle! He was beginning to feel nauseous. Because what was done to him and Ms. Parker, was beyond vile. If he had been allowed to keep the memories of his time with her, those alone would have made the remaining years of his imprisonment, somewhat bearable.
And it was more than obvious to Jarod, that either he had told Sydney what was going on, and Sydney had went to Mr. Parker, or, Ms. Parker had naively thought that her father really would help them. Either way, both himself and Ms. Parker, were betrayed by adults they thought they could trust to help them.
Sidney Bristow appeared and looked at the laptop on the floor. She slowly picked it up and set it on another seat. She then sat across from Jarod.
'Jarod,' she began, 'I can't imagine what you're going through.'
'No, you can't.' Jarod said, his voice hoarse with emotion.
'We need to talk about your son...and where he is.'
'My son's name is Brian, and he is somewhere safe.'
'I never had any doubts that you would keep him safe, Jarod, but...'
'You said you watched these DSA's?' Jarod interrupted, looking at her. Sidney nodded reluctantly.
'Michael and I both did.'
'Vaughn is important to you?' Jarod asked.
Sidney was startled by the question. How had he known that?
'Well, yes, though we've been trying to be low key about it.'
'Then these past two years had to have been hard on him...and you? Being separated and all?'
Sidney tucked some hair behind her ear. Why was it that whenever she talked to Jarod, the focus seemed to shift from him to herself?
'Yes, it has been. Jarod, I know none of this is going to be easy...'
Jarod interrupted her again.
'Which one was the hardest for you to look at?' he asked.
Sidney looked down, then back at him again.
'The one where Ms. Parker gives birth....she obviously trusted her father until the very end...look Jarod...'
'I have to go to her.' Jarod said firmly,
Sidney began shaking her head.
'No, Jarod! That is out of the question! She's in a dangerous place right now. Arvin Sloane is making wedding arrangements as we speak! Mr. Lyle is watching her like a hawk...you need to be here for Abigail. Besides, we don't know that she's watched any of the DSA's at all. At this point in time, she might not even know that Brian is really her son.
'Ms. Parker needs to hear about Abigail and Brian from me.' Jarod insisted quietly.
'Jarod...'
Jarod reached over and touched his cousin's hand.
'If this were yourself and Vaughn, and you had been separated by fate, and the machinations of others, wouldn't you want to be with him, right now?'
Sidney squeezed his hand.
'I can't take the chance of something happening to you, I'm sorry. Look, we're raiding the place tomorrow. When we get back, I'm going back to the Centre to check up on how Ms. Parker is doing. Our lab will begin working on your daughter. You'll need to stay in CIA protective custody...so you can be with Abigail. It is only one more day, okay?'
Jarod said nothing, and watched her stand up and begin to walk away. But he called out to her. Sidney turned around.
'You never did answer my question. If it were yourself and Vaughn...'
'Yes, Jarod. I would want to be with him.' she answered, before turning and walking out of the compartment.
****
Ms. Parker walked briskly down the hallways of the Centre, until she reached Broots's domain. He jumped up when she entered, happy as hell to see her!
'Ms. Parker! Oh thank God!'
'What?' she asked. Broots handed her a small card, that turned out to be a wedding invitation. Ms. Parker raised a brow, then threw it back into his desk.
'Nice to know when and where to show up.' she quipped.
Broots looked around nervously.
'How can you be so cavalier about this? You're being forced to marry some evil man that you barely know! And it says here that the wedding is tomorrow!'
'Like I don't know that? Look, Broots, I'll deal with it. I need for you to do something for me.'
'What? Anything!'
'I need for you to search for any information on Derevko, and Jarod's mother.'
Broots looked momentarily confused.
'Ah, yes, Sydney had told me something about Derevko being Jarod's aunt...'
'Yeah, well I don't know how much I buy that. But she paid me a visit this morning.'
'Derevko?' Broots asked in a squeaky voice.
'Yes, the one and only. She tried to hide it, but the woman is desperate to get her hands on Jarod's mother. I don't like it. And I know Jarod. He may actually help 'auntie' find his mother, if he thinks it might help Abigail, or me. I don't want him put in that situation. I'm cutting her off at the pass.'
'Abigail?' Broots asked.
Ms. Parker blinked. She guessed he probably might not know about her child with Jarod.
'Uh...yes. Abigail is my daughter...Jarod is her father.'
'What?!' Broots yelled, disbelieving. His fantasies of having Ms. Parker for himself had been demolished!
'That's what I said too, Mr. Broots!' Lyle said cheerily, coming into the room. Ms. Parker wondered how long her brother had really been there?
Broots moved so that he was standing behind Ms. Parker, as if to use her as a shield. Lyle took out his invitation.
'I have to say, sis, these invitations are really classy looking. I am so looking forward to giving you away. Our father would be proud.'
'What do you want?' she asked tersely.
'I was actually wondering if you had heard from our little rogue CIA agent, Sidney? I get the feeling that she's been chasing leads on your boyfriend without me.'
Ms. Parker sighed with annoyance. Sidney was meeting with Jarod. She had to try to allay Lyle's suspicions.
'How the hell would I know? I barely know the girl.'
'You knew her well enough to try and assault her in the bathroom.'
Ms. Parker smiled briefly.
'I forgot that you were watching!'
Broots made a face!
'You have cameras in the woman's bathroom?'
Mr. Lyle glared at him, as if he had just noticed his presence. His expression then changed to one of a phony smile.
'Mr. Broots, could you excuse my sister and I? We need to talk about some last minute wedding plans.'
Mr. Broots gave Ms. Parker a sympathetic glance, before walking off. Lyle then focused in on Ms. Parker.
'Look, I would like to escort Sidney Bristow to your wedding. Do you think she would go with me?'
Ms. Parker gave him a look of pure disgust!
'No, probably not.'
'Why would you say that?'
'Because I don't see that she has any feelings for you whatsoever!' she snapped. Besides, if she was a cousin of Jarod's, he would freak if he knew Lyle was panting after her!
'Well, you've been through a lot...maybe your perspective isn't what it used to be. Okay, so I came down to tell you, that Arvin wants to have a celebratory lunch with you, in about two hours. He wants you to meet him up in his office.
'Oh goody!' Ms. Parker sneered.
Lyle pointed at her.
'That's the spirit.' he said, and began to walk out. He then suddenly stopped and turned back to look at her.
'What, Lyle?!' she snapped.
'Did you get the chance to watch those DSA's yet? I mean I've seen them all, and well, I don't want to give anything away if...'
Ms. Parker looked away, galled that her brother had been getting off on her private memories! Memories that had been stolen from her!
She then looked back at him.
'I haven't seen them all, no.' she admitted in a cool voice. Lyle smiled.
'Look, I'm not unsympathetic. I mean, if our poor mother had been alive...maybe she could've schooled you in birth control or something. Though, you have always struck me as the type that knew how to not get herself pregnant. The whole thing was such a surprise.'
Ms. Parker felt herself grow cold. She walked up to Lyle.
'What the hell are you talking about?'
Lyle smiled again. He suspected she hadn't had time to look through them all. He continued to toy with her.
'I guess what I will never understand, is how Jarod and you were dumb enough to think, that that baby would've changed anything? Anything at all...oops! You didn't watch those ones, did you?'
'GET OUT!' Ms. Parker screamed at him. If she had had her gun at that moment, she would've put a bullet through his forehead!
'Whoa! Don't shoot the messenger! Look, after lunch with your fiancee, you can go home and get up to speed on the DSA's. I'm leaving now.' he said cheerily, walking out of the room. Poor Parker! Lunch would be sheer hell now, not only because she would have to endure Sloane's company, but because she would also be dying to know what the hell he had been talking about!
Ms. Parker sat down in a chair, stunned. Lyle was lying, wasn't he? She and Jarod hadn't had a baby, had they?
Ethan had chosen not to go with Agent Bristow and Jarod this time. When Sidney began to insist that he would be alright, Ethan became more squeamish about the prospect. Finally, Jarod had to gently tell the young agent, that Ethan needed to go his own way, and that he would get in touch with them, when he was ready.
What Sidney refrained from saying, is that they needed every victim of The Centre, if the government was ever going to make their case against them. But, from the time she had spent there already, Sidney already knew there were plenty of victims.
She looked at Abigail, who looked happy to see Jarod, and quite healthy. If she had not seen the panic in Sydney's eyes, when he learned of her existence, she would've thought the older man was lying.
But, she had sensed that he wasn't. And now it was time to see about rectifying the mistakes of the past.
****
Jarod and Abigail walked onto the plane first. He kept feeling his daughter's forehead, and looking for signs of any illness whatsoever. Satisfied that Abigail was still healthy, Jarod stopped in front of a man, that looked slightly older than his cousin. He noted that when Sidney walked by him, she squeezed his arm in an intimate fashion. Jarod eyed him.
'Hello, Jarod. I'm Special Agent Michael Vaughn. I'm one of the agents that's been working to bring down the Centre for the past two years.'
Jarod nodded, the reached out and shook his hand. He was holding Abigail in his other arm. He then looked behind Vaughn. Sydney was standing there. His eyes moved from Jarod, to Abigail. Jarod just stared at him.
Sidney Bristow walked up to Vaughn.
'Let's let them have some privacy. I think Sydney needs to explain some things...we'll bring him up to speed later.'
Vaughn nodded reluctantly. Sidney held out her arms, and Jarod placed Abigail in them. She instantly became fussy. Jarod was about to reach for her back, when Vaughn took Abigail from Sidney. The baby seemed to instantly calm down.
'She likes the men.' Sidney noted, smiling.
Vaughn smiled back.
'I have some experience with babies...let's go back in the back here.'
Sidney nodded her agreement, and followed Vaughn and Abby into another part of the plane. She gave Sydney a sympathetic glance, as she passed him.
Jarod cleared his throat.
'Okay, Sydney. It's just you and me. Tell me what's going on.'
****
Jarod's eyes were closed. And that was because he felt a stress headache coming on. What Sydney had told him was too much.
'Does Ms. Parker know?' he asked quietly.
'I don't know what she knows by now, Jarod. But your cousin, Agent Bristow, could probably find out. She will also be the one, to get what I need to save your daughter.'
'No!'
Sydney tilted his head.
'No, you don't want to help Abigail?'
Jarod's eyes snapped open!
'No, I don't want you helping my daughter! Tell me what I need to do, and I will do it! You're out of this!'
'Jarod please! Try and understand what things were like back then!'
'I was there! I know what things were like! And I know that as usual, you had a choice! The road to right was there in front of you, and you chose wrong, yet again!'
'Jarod, really! What would you and Ms. Parker have done with a baby at that age? Remember your circumstances! To know that you had a son and could not see him, would have made your imprisonment even more unbearable!'
'SHUT-UP!' Jarod screamed. 'You took my son....my son with Ms. Parker, and turned him into some sort of experiment! Then you lied and told me he was a clone of me! Worse yet, the damned drug that you used on the both of us...that was used again on the mother of my child, will end up killing my daughter!
Sydney hung his head. He sniffed.
'Jarod, please let me make this right. At least let me help you with the cure.'
Sidney Bristow reappeared from a back compartment. She heard the raised voices, and figured she had better get in here.
'Tell me, Sydney: where are the DSA's? I want to see them!' Jarod demanded.
Sydney looked over at Sidney Bristow. His eyes were shiny with tears. Her heart went out to him, but Jarod did have a right to his outrage. She cleared her throat.
'Ms. Parker snatched them from Mr. Lyle. I would assume she is watching them now.'
'Then she now knows?' Jarod asked.
'Yes, probably, but Jarod, she still has no idea how sick Abigail is. Look, Agent Vaughn wants to talk to you about how things are going to be from now on.'
'How they're going to be?' Jarod repeated. 'I want to see those DSA's. I have a right to see how much more of my past the Centre stole from me!'
Sidney nodded.
'I have copies in the other room, under lock and key.'
'Have YOU seen them?' Jarod asked her.
Sidney scratched her ear, embarrassed.
'Yes. I'm sorry.'
'I want to see them now!'
Sidney nodded again, placating him. Jarod then followed her back into the compartment, without giving Sydney a backwards glance. Vaughn soon appeared with Abigail. Sydney looked at him.
'May I? I just want to examine her.'
Vaughn looked back where Jarod and Sidney were. He then nodded and handed Abigail to Sydney. Sydney sat down in a chair and began talking to her.
'It will be alright now.' he said softly. Abigail touched his chin.
****
Jarod slowly sat in front of the laptop. He stared down at the container of DSA's. Sidney backed away.
'Just let me know when you're finished.' she said softly, before leaving him to his past. Jarod stared after her for a bit, then picked up a DSA. He could not believe this. He wondered if somewhere, deep down in his subconscious, had he always known there had been something between Ms. Parker and himself, that went deeper than their shared childhood?
Jarod had almost no memory of spending any time with Ms. Parker as a teenager. Yet, he had never really wondered about it before. Now, he felt stupid, as if he should've known something was wrong long before now.
Jarod reached into the container and picked up a DSA. He then put it into the laptop. He held his breath.
****
JAROD and MS. PARKER DSA
Jarod reached for Ms. Parker's waist, to keep her from leaving him. This time, she had been on top of him, and he realized he actually liked that position better. He liked the feel of her hair, drifting down onto his chest. He liked the fact that she was in control
For when she was underneath him, Jarod always feared he was hurting her, even though he knew deep down inside, he wasn't.
Jarod was pleased that he was able to give Ms. Parker, as much pleasure as she gave him. And he had reached for her just now, so that they could just stay together, intimately joined, for a few moments longer. Like they used to.
But lately, Ms. Parker had just taken to falling asleep, with her head on his chest. She would drool sometimes, but he didn't mind. He thought it was cute.
Today though, she would not be able to sleep. For there was something important they had to talk about. It had been 9 weeks now, since their affair had begun. And even he could feel the changes in her body. Changes that he suspected were due to pregnancy. Jarod also imagined that Ms. Parker knew this too.
She had been successful in convincing her father, to let her work at the Centre for the summer, rather then prance around Europe. On her lunch hour, Ms. Parker would sneak down to his room, where they would spend it together.
He held her tightly in his arms, more to keep her from pulling away from him, which she would. When Ms. Parker didn't want to talk about something, she either walked away, or changed the subject. She would not be doing either today.
Jarod felt her body begin to relax, as if she were going to fall asleep again. Jarod nudged her, and her eyes flitted open.
'We need to talk.' he said.
Ms. Parker stretched, and began to pull away.
'I think I should get back.' she said. She tried to pull away. She smiled at him, thinking he was being playful.
'Come on, Jarod! Let me go. I have to get back before Daddy suspects anything.' She began to pull away again, a little more forcefully. But Jarod's arms tightened around her.
'Jarod!' her tone was sharp.
'Ms. Parker!' Jarod answered back, his tone equally as sharp. Ms. Parker stopped struggling. It would just be easier to hear him out this time.
'I have felt...changes in your body...' he knew he was stumbling with what he was trying to say. Instead, he placed one of his hands onto her stomach. That only made her fight him harder.
'Oh God, Jarod! Let me give you a lesson on etiquette! Don't say things like that after sex, okay?'
But Jarod ignored her indignation.
'Do you think it's possible that you're pregnant?' he asked quietly, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. Ms. Parker wrenched away from him and sat on the side of the bed. Her back was to him and her dark hair spilled down her back. She then nodded.
Jarod sat up, then moved so that he was behind her. He touched her hair.
'How long have you known?' he asked gently.
Ms. Parker smiled sardonically.
'I should be asking you that. You're the genius.'
Jarod reached his arms around her, from behind. He laid the side of his face against the back of her head.
'We'll get Sydney to help us.'
Ms. Parker shook her head quickly, then turned to look at him.
'I know you trust him, but I don't think it's a good idea to tell him or anyone else right now...Jarod, this baby, could be OUR way out of here.'
Jarod tilted his head in a questioning way.
'Jarod, don't you see? Daddy will not want me to an unwed mother! Once he knows your the father...he'll let you go! He'll want me to be married! Don't you see?'
Jarod looked into her eyes. Ms. Parker actually believed that her father would let the two of them be together, with their child? He supposed it was possible.
But what frightened him more, was that all he had learned of reproduction through Sydney's tutelage, Jarod now knew there were other solutions to this pregnancy. And they didn't include Ms. Parker ever giving birth!
'I think Sydney is the one we ought to go to. He will help us. We can't do this alone.'
'And I'm telling you, Jarod, we won't have to. I will go to Daddy. He will want his grandchild to know his or her father. It will be alright. This baby is our chance.' she said firmly. She then took his face in her hands and kissed him.
****
Jarod stared at the DSA, his body numb. His mind was a myriad of thoughts.
He looked at the other DSA's. There were more like this one? More that showed two young kids in love? A love that never was allowed to flourish.
Jarod slammed the laptop shut, then flung it against a seat across the aisle! He was beginning to feel nauseous. Because what was done to him and Ms. Parker, was beyond vile. If he had been allowed to keep the memories of his time with her, those alone would have made the remaining years of his imprisonment, somewhat bearable.
And it was more than obvious to Jarod, that either he had told Sydney what was going on, and Sydney had went to Mr. Parker, or, Ms. Parker had naively thought that her father really would help them. Either way, both himself and Ms. Parker, were betrayed by adults they thought they could trust to help them.
Sidney Bristow appeared and looked at the laptop on the floor. She slowly picked it up and set it on another seat. She then sat across from Jarod.
'Jarod,' she began, 'I can't imagine what you're going through.'
'No, you can't.' Jarod said, his voice hoarse with emotion.
'We need to talk about your son...and where he is.'
'My son's name is Brian, and he is somewhere safe.'
'I never had any doubts that you would keep him safe, Jarod, but...'
'You said you watched these DSA's?' Jarod interrupted, looking at her. Sidney nodded reluctantly.
'Michael and I both did.'
'Vaughn is important to you?' Jarod asked.
Sidney was startled by the question. How had he known that?
'Well, yes, though we've been trying to be low key about it.'
'Then these past two years had to have been hard on him...and you? Being separated and all?'
Sidney tucked some hair behind her ear. Why was it that whenever she talked to Jarod, the focus seemed to shift from him to herself?
'Yes, it has been. Jarod, I know none of this is going to be easy...'
Jarod interrupted her again.
'Which one was the hardest for you to look at?' he asked.
Sidney looked down, then back at him again.
'The one where Ms. Parker gives birth....she obviously trusted her father until the very end...look Jarod...'
'I have to go to her.' Jarod said firmly,
Sidney began shaking her head.
'No, Jarod! That is out of the question! She's in a dangerous place right now. Arvin Sloane is making wedding arrangements as we speak! Mr. Lyle is watching her like a hawk...you need to be here for Abigail. Besides, we don't know that she's watched any of the DSA's at all. At this point in time, she might not even know that Brian is really her son.
'Ms. Parker needs to hear about Abigail and Brian from me.' Jarod insisted quietly.
'Jarod...'
Jarod reached over and touched his cousin's hand.
'If this were yourself and Vaughn, and you had been separated by fate, and the machinations of others, wouldn't you want to be with him, right now?'
Sidney squeezed his hand.
'I can't take the chance of something happening to you, I'm sorry. Look, we're raiding the place tomorrow. When we get back, I'm going back to the Centre to check up on how Ms. Parker is doing. Our lab will begin working on your daughter. You'll need to stay in CIA protective custody...so you can be with Abigail. It is only one more day, okay?'
Jarod said nothing, and watched her stand up and begin to walk away. But he called out to her. Sidney turned around.
'You never did answer my question. If it were yourself and Vaughn...'
'Yes, Jarod. I would want to be with him.' she answered, before turning and walking out of the compartment.
****
Ms. Parker walked briskly down the hallways of the Centre, until she reached Broots's domain. He jumped up when she entered, happy as hell to see her!
'Ms. Parker! Oh thank God!'
'What?' she asked. Broots handed her a small card, that turned out to be a wedding invitation. Ms. Parker raised a brow, then threw it back into his desk.
'Nice to know when and where to show up.' she quipped.
Broots looked around nervously.
'How can you be so cavalier about this? You're being forced to marry some evil man that you barely know! And it says here that the wedding is tomorrow!'
'Like I don't know that? Look, Broots, I'll deal with it. I need for you to do something for me.'
'What? Anything!'
'I need for you to search for any information on Derevko, and Jarod's mother.'
Broots looked momentarily confused.
'Ah, yes, Sydney had told me something about Derevko being Jarod's aunt...'
'Yeah, well I don't know how much I buy that. But she paid me a visit this morning.'
'Derevko?' Broots asked in a squeaky voice.
'Yes, the one and only. She tried to hide it, but the woman is desperate to get her hands on Jarod's mother. I don't like it. And I know Jarod. He may actually help 'auntie' find his mother, if he thinks it might help Abigail, or me. I don't want him put in that situation. I'm cutting her off at the pass.'
'Abigail?' Broots asked.
Ms. Parker blinked. She guessed he probably might not know about her child with Jarod.
'Uh...yes. Abigail is my daughter...Jarod is her father.'
'What?!' Broots yelled, disbelieving. His fantasies of having Ms. Parker for himself had been demolished!
'That's what I said too, Mr. Broots!' Lyle said cheerily, coming into the room. Ms. Parker wondered how long her brother had really been there?
Broots moved so that he was standing behind Ms. Parker, as if to use her as a shield. Lyle took out his invitation.
'I have to say, sis, these invitations are really classy looking. I am so looking forward to giving you away. Our father would be proud.'
'What do you want?' she asked tersely.
'I was actually wondering if you had heard from our little rogue CIA agent, Sidney? I get the feeling that she's been chasing leads on your boyfriend without me.'
Ms. Parker sighed with annoyance. Sidney was meeting with Jarod. She had to try to allay Lyle's suspicions.
'How the hell would I know? I barely know the girl.'
'You knew her well enough to try and assault her in the bathroom.'
Ms. Parker smiled briefly.
'I forgot that you were watching!'
Broots made a face!
'You have cameras in the woman's bathroom?'
Mr. Lyle glared at him, as if he had just noticed his presence. His expression then changed to one of a phony smile.
'Mr. Broots, could you excuse my sister and I? We need to talk about some last minute wedding plans.'
Mr. Broots gave Ms. Parker a sympathetic glance, before walking off. Lyle then focused in on Ms. Parker.
'Look, I would like to escort Sidney Bristow to your wedding. Do you think she would go with me?'
Ms. Parker gave him a look of pure disgust!
'No, probably not.'
'Why would you say that?'
'Because I don't see that she has any feelings for you whatsoever!' she snapped. Besides, if she was a cousin of Jarod's, he would freak if he knew Lyle was panting after her!
'Well, you've been through a lot...maybe your perspective isn't what it used to be. Okay, so I came down to tell you, that Arvin wants to have a celebratory lunch with you, in about two hours. He wants you to meet him up in his office.
'Oh goody!' Ms. Parker sneered.
Lyle pointed at her.
'That's the spirit.' he said, and began to walk out. He then suddenly stopped and turned back to look at her.
'What, Lyle?!' she snapped.
'Did you get the chance to watch those DSA's yet? I mean I've seen them all, and well, I don't want to give anything away if...'
Ms. Parker looked away, galled that her brother had been getting off on her private memories! Memories that had been stolen from her!
She then looked back at him.
'I haven't seen them all, no.' she admitted in a cool voice. Lyle smiled.
'Look, I'm not unsympathetic. I mean, if our poor mother had been alive...maybe she could've schooled you in birth control or something. Though, you have always struck me as the type that knew how to not get herself pregnant. The whole thing was such a surprise.'
Ms. Parker felt herself grow cold. She walked up to Lyle.
'What the hell are you talking about?'
Lyle smiled again. He suspected she hadn't had time to look through them all. He continued to toy with her.
'I guess what I will never understand, is how Jarod and you were dumb enough to think, that that baby would've changed anything? Anything at all...oops! You didn't watch those ones, did you?'
'GET OUT!' Ms. Parker screamed at him. If she had had her gun at that moment, she would've put a bullet through his forehead!
'Whoa! Don't shoot the messenger! Look, after lunch with your fiancee, you can go home and get up to speed on the DSA's. I'm leaving now.' he said cheerily, walking out of the room. Poor Parker! Lunch would be sheer hell now, not only because she would have to endure Sloane's company, but because she would also be dying to know what the hell he had been talking about!
Ms. Parker sat down in a chair, stunned. Lyle was lying, wasn't he? She and Jarod hadn't had a baby, had they?