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Chapter 6 A Bad environment

Angel's POV

I walked up to my mom's room and opened the door to find mom and dad kissing. "Eww, gross." I called averting their attention.

"Hey." Sark called. "There's nothing wrong with this, how do you think you got here?"

"That's still gross. I'm going away now." I told them backing out of the room.

Sydney's POV

I laughed, still in Sark's embrace. "Wow, the memories, we're gonna have when we're like 90 are gonna be incredible."

"Wanna make some new memories?" he breathed into my ear.

"Sure." I told him, turning around in his arms.

I wrapped my arms around him right as the phone rang.

"You've got to be kidding me," Sark muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked, picking up the phone and switching to my newly acquired accent. "Hello?"

"May I speak to Syd- err Destiny Harris?" a voice called from the phone.

"May I ask who is speaking?" I questioned already knowing who it was.

"W- umm, an old friend." Weiss spoke into the phone driving his car.

"Really , because I'm Destiny Harris, and I have no clue who you are." I lied.

"Syd, cut the crap, we need to talk. You, Vaughn, and I need to talk. It's serious so don't deny that your not Sydney Bristow because I know it's you." Weiss persisted.

"Look, I don't know what kind of game your playing, but I am not Sydney Bristow so leave me alone! I don't know how you found out my name and my phone number, but please leave me the hell alone." I yelled into the phone, hanging it up. I looked up at Sark and found guilt laced into his expression.

"I'm sorry, love." he told me.

Weiss's POV

I pulled out my map and looked for her address. I stared over across the seat at an eager Vaughn. I was going to originally look for Syd and sit down to talk with her alone. That plan had failed however, when a persistent Vaughn spotted her at Wal-Mart. The look on Sydney's face showed that she had wanted to be left alone. Now that I remember Sydney complaining about wanting to get out of the spy life I regretted coming here and bringing someone who wanted to drag her back into that. What was worse was that she had a kid that would be affected this time. The only reason I brought Vaughn along after the Wal-Mart incident was that Vaughn claimed he knew something important regarding Sydney, something life threatening. So, I called Sydney and traced the call to a location. I wondered if Vaughn weren't my friend if I would still have helped him look for Sydney. Her fake death after all would make sense, Irina and Sydney had perfected it before. I drove past the sign welcoming us to her neighborhood and knew there was no turning back now.

Sydney's POV

I went to the dresser and brushed my hair, staring at Sark in the mirror. Did he set me up? The real Sark, the Sark not many knew, would never have. But, a lot can happen in 7 years. They could have offered him a plea bargain if he led them to me, or even better for him a- I glanced at him again and shook my head free of those thoughts.

"What's wrong?" he asked, walking up beside me, resting his hands on my shoulders.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I told him, giving him a kiss on the lips and walking out of the room.

Sark's POV

What just happened here? It had to be about that phone call she just got. Damn that Vaughn. I sighed and sat down on the bed, my hands slumped at my sides before getting up and searching her drawers.

Sydney's POV

I was walking back to my room when I heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it!" I shouted to no one in particular. Turning around, I headed to the door.

Vaughn's POV

We stared at the house as we waited for someone to answer the door. It took only a few moments for the door to open with Sydney standing behind it, leaning her weight on one foot.

"You're the guys from Wal-Mart. What do you want?" I asked, keeping up the charade.

"Drop the act Sydney, we know it's you and we have important information." I told her, taking a step forward.

"So?" Sydney asked.

"So, it's not exactly supposed to be heard by civilians ears." Weiss chipped in.

"So, I'm a civilian so I guess I cant hear." she retorted, attempting to close the door.

"Cut the crap, let us in." I persisted. Letting curiosity get the best of her, Sydney opened the door wider and ushered us into my house.

We sat down on a couch in her living room, noting pictures she had put up in the room.

Sydney stood up, crossing her arms. "what is all the commotion about?"

"Syd, it's about your daughter and the CIA?" I lied.

"what the fuck is going on now?" she asked, her voice rising.

"The CIA knows Sark is in town and that he's been in contact with her." I started.

"So?" Sydney asked, her voice shaking.

"So, they're threatening to take her away for her own safety unless you hand over Sark." I finished.

"They cant do that!" Sydney yelled, tears beginning to fall.

"They say it's a bad environment for her." I continued.

"what am I gonna do?" she mumbled.

"Sydney, that's why I came down here. I'm offering to keep her until the heat dies down and the CIA gets Sark back. Do you know where he is? " I recommend.

"Let the CIA do their job. I'll think about." she mumbled.

"what did you say?" I asked.,

"I'll think about it." she repeated louder. "Get out, I need time to think."

"just a question, why is it that you seem to welcome Sark with open arms and shush us away?" I asked.

"Because, she's his." Sydney told me, staring at me directly in the eye.

"Your child…" I started.

"Is his." she finished. "Now, get out I need to think."

"Ok, remember, I'm just trying to help." I told her, walking out of the door. The plan was officially underway.

Sydney's POV

I walked to the door, locking it after they left.

"What was that about?" a voice asked.

"Sark, I didn't see you there. The CIA wants to take Angel away from us, or take you back. That was Vaughn, he offered to keep her until they get you. But, I don't want to give you up, what do I do?" I asked my maternal instincts kicking in.

"We'll think of something." Sark told me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Maybe we can send her to Jack." I proposed.

"But, he doesn't know about her, he doesn't welcome everything with open arms. How will we explain it to him? He wont trust you for not telling him where you were." Sark cautioned me. "Maybe he wont believe it's you. After all, you've 'died' before."

"So, you're trying to pin this all on me? It fucking takes two to make a baby. You know, we wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't come looking for me. We were fine until you came. I can't keep running I wont keep running. Fix this Julian. If you make it so I must pack up my things once again and ruin our life here then I can guarantee that I will never forgive you. I can also guarantee that although it may take me awhile, but I will go away and please don't go looking for me. It'll be the last time you take me for granted." I told him, staring him straight in the eye. I loved Sark, but I also love Angel and I needed to do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means leaving the love of my life. Sark could take care of himself, but Angel couldn't.

"I see. You think I set you up. I don't care how long it takes me to fix this, but I will because I'm not losing you two again. You will finally have a real family. I'll see to it. Later love." Sark called, exiting out of the front door without another word.

I sank down to the ground, hugging my knees wondering if I had made the right choice.

Picking up the phone I dialed a number I had almost forgotten.

"Hello?" a voice greeted.

"Hello daddy." I greeted.

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