Disclaimer: Not mine...not Sydney, not Sark (damn it!), blah blah blah, i think we all know how this goes. All Alias characters belong to the Genious that is J.J. Abrams.
NB: I know this is a really short chapter, but i promise the next one will be longer...ENJOY!
Chapter One
The snow gracefully floating to the ground, blanketing the land in layers of the crispy white powder. It continued on past her driveway, past the road and beyond where the mountainous landscape touched the misty sky. It remained innocent - uncorrupted by the hand of man. It's impossible for anything this beautiful to be conquered by man. The frost bit at her cheeks, the prickling sensation felt on her face reminded her that there was some feeling still left in her - at least on the outside anyway. Truth be told, Sydney Bristow had felt very little during her time in Australia. The Cabin she was currently residing in had been rented in a secluded region of The Snow Mountains of New South Wales, approximately a 4-hour drive from the state's capital, Sydney. She needed to come here; she craved the disconnection she felt with the world while she spent time here. During the winter months she would sit on the wooden porch and stare at the winter landscape that surrounded her, trying not to recall events of the past - she came here to forget. To forget how she ran to him as he slumped to the ground after a single shot to the chest. How she could still feel his blood on her fingers and the taste of salt-ridden tears upon her lips. He was the one true man she ever loved and yet she didn't even want to recall his name. But she could never forget those piercing ice-blue eyes staring into her as he died in her arms, the blood flowing down her leg and collecting in a pool around his body. Closing her eyes she allowed a tear to slowing run down the side of her face, moving at a slow enough pace that the glistening droplet had almost crystallised into ice upon her face; to become just another part of the icy landscape that enclosed the small wooden home.
Cautiously she looked up and slightly turned her head in response to a creak of the timber floorboards behind her. She gazed back out at the winter wonderland just as fast as she had looked up. "You shouldn't have come," she stated, never breaking eye contact with snow- cover mountains in front of her. "I don't know how you found me but shouldn't have come." Her gaze left the scenery and found its way to the floor below her. She turned around to face him, face the man who had killed the one whom she loved, yet she couldn't look straight at him.
"How could I not Sydney?" He deep gruffy voice cut through the air like a knife to butter. She looked up and came eye-to-eye at him for the first time in 3 years. He still wore the same black suit. A black suit to match your black heart, you bastard. He looks back at her with sympathetic eyes. "Despite what you did to me, to Vaughn, to everybody", he let out a heavy sigh, "you're still my daughter and I will never stop loving you. You hear me? Never. I talked to Vaughn and he forgives you, I forgive you too. Please Sydney, please come home."
"You forgive me?" She spat out, it was obvious to him the rage that was building up inside of her. "How could you be so narrow-minded?! You destroyed my life! You took the one good thing I had in my crappy existence and then you destroyed it." She greedily sucked in the cold air in an attempt to calm herself. She held back the tears that threatened to spill. No crying in front of dad. She steadily turned back around until he faced her back. "Just leave. When you destroyed Sark's life you destroyed your own. As far as I'm concerned I don't have a father."
"Sydney..."
"Please", she begged, "just go". The words came out so quietly it was as if they were a whisper and when she turned back around he had gone. She briefly wondered if he was truly there at all. Was he just a figment of her imagination, perhaps her subconscious telling her that there was still someone in the world who cared about her? Immediately she dismissed this trail of thought and started to make her way back into the cabin, the frost and ice that had accumulated on the porch crackled under her boots as she crossed the over the wooden deck. Once inside she calmly took her brown lace-up boots off and upon placing them next to the back door stiffly walked over to the living room. She wearily sat down on the welcoming sofa placed in front of the fireplace. She had lit it earlier and could feel it's warm presence on the couch. It's radiating heat, bringing feeling back into her numb body. It was here that she let her sorrow-filled tears fall.