Lauren tapped her watch impatiently as she stood in the vacant warehouse. She had called Sark and informed him to meet her ten minutes ago. Of many things that she didn't like such as Sydney Bristow, she hated tardiness.

Suddenly the echo of screeching tires filled the warehouse and Sark appeared before her.

"You're late." she said bitterly.

"Well I was having a meeting with a very important client of mine.." he defended himself. "..now I'm at your service."

"The CIA is performing a DNA test on the girl." she said getting straight to the point.

"Ophelia?" Sark asked.

A fidgety Lauren nodded.

"Ah, I see what's bothering." he studied her carefully.

"Nothing's bothering me." she lied. "I'm perfectly fine."

"No, you know there is a huge possibility that Ophelia is the child Sydney and Vaughn share together, and you're scared that he would think his duty to the child is greater than the duty he has to you." he smirked.

"I'm married to Michael." she snapped. "I'm sure I would know how to keep a hold on him by now."

"Oh, do you?" Sark asked sardonically.

A perturbed Lauren rolled her eyes and continued. "I'm going to do something about these results."

"Really? And what might that be?"

Lauren grinned as she looked up at him. "We will just have to wait and see, won't we?"

Sydney let out a sigh as she paced the hallway. They were waiting for the DNA test results and she was more nervous then ever. If Ophelia was really hers, she didn't know what she was going to do. She hardly had time to spend by herself, so how would she find time to spend with Ophelia?

She wrung her hands as she whispered over and over to herself not to worry. She looked over at Vaughn who looked just as nervous as her and sat down beside him.

"Hey." she said quietly.

"Hey." he replied.

"I'm kind of nervous." she paused. "How about you? Not.. that.. you should be nervous or anything..."

"Actually I am somewhat nervous." he confessed.

"Why's that?"

"I think..." he hesitated, "I think Ophelia could be mine. Ours."

Sydney bit her lip at the possibility. She knew Lauren wouldn't be too pleased. "What if she is?" she sighed.

"I don't know. That's the part that's making me nervous." he then turned to look at her. "Sydney, you know that-"

"..you have a commitment to Lauren and if you are the father you can't just abandon that commitment." Sydney cut him off. "I know. And no matter how much it hurts, I respect that. If you are the father, I'm not going to call you in the middle of the night, I'm not going to ruin special occasions you have with Lauren. I won't do any of that. All that I ask is that you be there for her when she needs you most. That's all that I ask."

Vaughn smiled in admiration of Sydney's selflessness. That was one of the things that caused him to fall in love with her. She thought of people before herself, no matter how much she was suffering and no matter how deep the pain was that she was feeling.

"I'll be there." he assured. "Not only for Ophelia, but I'll be there for you." he added in a hushed tone.

A single tear filled Sydney's eye as she felt that special connection. "Thank you."

"Vaughn, darling!" Lauren greeted, interrupting Sydney and Vaughn's moment.

"Lauren." he responded, immediately standing up. "I was just talking to Sydney about Ophelia."

"Were you?" she asked tightly as she looked at Sydney.

"Yeah, um.. I think we all need to have a little talk." Vaughn said.

The beeping of Lauren's pager interrupted them and she quickly excused herself.

"Right on time." she muttered under her breath as she headed towards the lab. There was no way she was going to stand around and talk about the possibilities of Ophelia being Vaughn's child. It made her even more determined and more willing to do what she was about to do.

A few moments later, Lauren sat at the computer in the lab in which the results would be found. She waited restlessly as the results began to appear.

Ophelia.

Mother, Sydney Bristow.

Father, Michael Vaughn.

Sydney stood in anticipation as Dixon appeared. He looked quiet disturbed as he approached her and Vaughn.

"Well, did you get the results?" she asked.

"Yeah." he said quietly as he looked down at the ground.

"Well?" she pressed on, a little bit scared with his behavior.

"You are Ophelia's mother." Dixon began.

"Oh my." Sydney said in shock. Ophelia was hers. Her daughter. Her seed.

"Who's the father?" Vaughn spoke up.

Sydney studied Dixon as he delayed the answer. "Dixon?"

"I don't know if you can handle this." he told Sydney truthfully.

"Come on Dixon," she laughed, "I can handle anything.. right?"

Dixon sighed, knowing the destruction one name could do to Sydney. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the look on Sydney's face.

"The father is.." he hesitated, "The father is Sark."

"Vaughn!" Sydney called breathlessly as she ran after Vaughn.

"You should get home to Ophelia and daddy Sark now." he responded, obviously hurt.

"Vaughn, I'm just as shocked as you are." she said.

"Oh really? So I'm guessing you don't keep track of who you sleep with nowadays, huh?"

Sydney closed her eyes as Vaughn's tone stung her. "Vaughn, please don't do this."

"I don't even know why for a minute I was actually excited about having a child.. about sharing a child with you and now.. now what I think and feel isn't really any of your business anymore."

"Have you thought about how I feel?" she cried. "Wow, I have a daughter. That's enough to chew on, but I get my mouth stuffed with the fact that Sark is the father. That somehow I slept with him and I hope I was drunk."

"Look on the bright side," he said scornfully, "you don't have to worry about him having a wife that you hate."

"Vaughn, this isn't fair!" she protested at the way he was treating the situation.

"You know what Sydney, get it now that Ophelia is not my daughter so I no longer have any type of connection to you. So now that we know that she's not mine, stay away from me and Lauren okay? Please." Vaughn briskly walked away and left Sydney standing in the rain as a single tear drop filled her eye.

"Do you know what the name Ophelia means?" Jack asked as he stood beside her.

"No." she said softly.

"It means helper." he replied. With that said, he left an overwhelmed Sydney to think things through.