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Chapter Twenty-NineHer hands trembled as Chloe held the gun pointed at her father. The last time she'd held a gun she had killed someone, now it looked like she had to kill yet again. What other choice was there? If she had Sark wanted any hope of escaping, killing the bastard was the only option.
"Put the gun down Savannah," the older man ordered her, trying to keep his grip on Sark's lapels.
"Shoot him Chloe!" Sark yelled at her, "shoot him now." He struggled against the man's iron grip to no avail. Looking from Sark to her father, Chloe couldn't stop the trembling of her hands, but she kept the gun trained on the man. They both continued to yell at her, their voices mixing together.
"Chloe."
"Savannah."
Their voices were one and the same, their orders loud in her ears. She didn't want to have to kill again. No, she wouldn't do it. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to block out their voices while still keeping the gun pointed in front of her. Tears fell down her face and her whole body was quaking. A life that she had never known flashed before her eyes.
The man, a younger version of him, standing above her, criticizing everything she did and said. Nothing was good enough for him. Not the way she talked or the way she walked. Neither her personality nor her mannerisms. It was hell on earth the way he sneered at her, hit her, trying to make her into what he wanted. Alcohol pungent on his breath. The teasing and belittling comments that tore her in two. How she had longed for his acceptance, his love.
Resolve filled Chloe. A man so evil, so vile, did not deserve to live. But it was not her job to kill him. The son-of-a-bitch would live another day. After that, it was out of her hands.
Opening her eyes she drew in a collective breath and marched over to the two men.
"Savannah listen to me," her father ordered, "You put the gun down right now." His eyes snapped at her, commanding her to obey.
"I may have listened to you as a child," she seethed, her jaw clenched tightly, "but I'm through letting you run my life." with that she brought the gun up and hit him sharply in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. He crumpled in a heap at her feet.
Sark felt the grip of his captor loosen and watched as he fell to the floor like a rag doll. Smirking slightly he looked at Chloe. She stood there, still as a statue, glaring down at the unconscious man. There was an eerie calmness about her, like some battle had been waged and won inside of her. She still clutched the gun tightly in her hand and her knuckles were slowly turning white.
"Let's go," Sark said wrapping an arm around her stiff shoulders and drawing her to him. "Before he wakes up." He started to lead Chloe away from the man, but she stopped mid-step.
"Wait." She said. Turning away from Sark, Chloe walked back towards the man and knelt beside him. Unsure of what she was doing, Sark watched curiously as Chloe reached inside the man's jacket and pulled out the disk.
"This thing's caused me enough trouble." She said standing up. Handing the gun to Sark, who took it carefully, Chloe gripped two sides of the disk and snapped it in half. Sark wanted to yell at her. She had just destroyed something that could bring them a ton of money. They could live a life of luxury for the rest of their lives! But looking in her face, the way her eyes clouded over, the slump of her shoulders. Sark knew that that was what she had to do. Chloe had to get rid of any evidence of who she once was. She had to erase her past.
Looking down at the broken disk, then at her father, Chloe felt like she was going to be sick. The combined rush of adrenaline, fear, and all the other millions of emotions that had been running through her the past twenty-four hours suddenly flew from her body and she was left feeling weak and drained. Swaying slightly, Chloe felt Sark's arm wrap around her waist. She threw the two pieces of plastic down onto the man's chest and looked up at Sark.
"Let's go." She said. Sark nodded and led her down the hall. They turned the corner and he released his hold on her.
"Wait here." he said.
"Where are you going?" she asked. But did it really matter? All Chloe could think about was going to sleep or puking her guts out. It took all the strength she could muster to keep down whatever was in her stomach as she spoke.
"I'll be right back." Sark promised, placing a quick kiss on her lips. He walked away and Chloe stood there, bracing herself against the wall, trying to keep on her feet. She was drained and could barely keep her eyes open, much less stay standing.
Gunfire rang in her ears and Chloe couldn't help but jump. Sark came back, his face grim and the gun clutched in his hand. She looked in his eyes and nodded slightly, telling him that she didn't blame him for what he had done. The bastard had gotten what he'd deserved. Justice was done.
"Rest." He said gently as he picked her up. Chloe gladly followed his order and was soon drifting away on a cloud of dreamless sleep.
Watching the gentle waves of the ocean below him, Sark sighed deeply. He had taken the disk. He didn't know why. Maybe he was hoping that he could piece it back together and recover the information that was on it? He didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't leave that place without taking it, and he knew that Chloe could never know that he had it.
Sark turned his head and looked at the sleeping beauty who had her own head resting on his shoulder. Her lips were parted slightly and her breathing was deep and gentle. Brushing a piece of hair out of her face, he watched her sleep, knowing that this would be the last time. As soon as they stepped on American soil Sark would be arrested. It was inevitable. The CIA knew they had fled the country, and he was certain Jack and Sydney had set up watches at all the international terminals. It was just the way they were. He didn't want to turn himself in, what idiot would? But he had to. He had promised Chloe, and he would keep his promise.
She shifted slightly, murmuring something incomprehensible. Her eyelids fluttered open and Sark smiled down into her brilliant eyes.
"How long have I been sleeping?" she asked, her voice husky.
"A few hours." He replied quietly, "We're about an half hour from landing." At his words Chloe's eyes widened and her hand found his. She too knew what was going to happen once they landed.
"Don't worry about me." Sark smiled weakly, "I'll be okay."
"I know you will." She said, her own face sullen. Her fingers tightened around his own, "I..." she took in a deep breath of air; "I just can't believe that this is all over. It's been so surreal, but now...now it's real." She looked down at their hands then back up into his eyes. A tear fell down her cheek and Sark pulled her into a passionate kiss. It would be the last time he would be able to. Pulling away, his breath quick and his heart pounding he looked into Chloe's flushed face.
"I love you." he whispered, looking her straight in the eye, "Don't you forget that. Don't you damn well forget."
The airport was crowded, but Chloe could clearly make out Dixon and his team of CIA operatives. They stood off to the side, trying to blend in. Chloe's heart dipped when her eyes landed on her parents and grandfather. They were looking around, their eyes searching every face that passed them. They were looking for her.
Chloe clutched Sark's hand tightly, her other hand around the bags that they had just had checked by customs. She could feel the eyes of her parents' fall on her and was grateful when they didn't come forward. She moved to step forward, but Sark didn't move with her. She looked up at him confused.
"You go." He said releasing her hand. But it was more than that. He was letting her go in more ways than one. He was letting her know that she was now free to go on with her life should she so choose. Tears choked Chloe. She didn't want to move. She wanted to stay standing right there with Sark forever, to hell with her parents.
"Chloe, go." He said again, his tone harsher.
"No." she said wrapping her arms tightly around him. His own arms came around her waist, holding her close to him. "I love you." she whispered in his ear. Sark's arms tightened around her and his mouth descended on hers. Chloe let herself fall into the kiss, completely forgetting where they were and who was there waiting to separate them. He pulled away far too soon for her. There was a sadness in his eyes. Such a heartbreaking sadness that Chloe didn't want to let him go, but he pushed her away from him.
"Go." He said, his voice strained it didn't hold the authority it had on the first two commands. Slowly, Chloe released Sark's hand and moved away from him. Turning around, she closed her eyes tightly praying for the strength not to turn back to him. One foot in front of the other, she moved towards her parents.
She watched Sydney break away from Vaughn and run towards her. Soon she was swept up in her mother's loving embrace. Tears rained down her cheeks, mingling with the ones that fell down Chloe's. She knew she shouldn't, but Chloe couldn't help one last look at Sark.
He stood there, his back straight, his own emotions surpressed as Dixon and his men cuffed him and led him out of the airport. His eyes never left hers. Chloe knew that she would keep her promise to him. She wouldn't ever forget him, how could she when she carried a piece of him inside of her?
The End......Or is it?