Disclaimer: See Prologue.
A/N: The episode referred to in this chapter is "Rendezvous" (S1.21). The song is from the show—the song that Sydney sang to Sark and Khasinau to distract them and get a recording of Khasinau's heartbeat. Oh, and I slightly changed the name of this fan fic. It's now called "Solitude." I don't know if it makes much difference to you guys, but I changed it for something that's coming up... I think... Anyway, thanks everyone for reviewing!
"I dream about that night in Paris."
"Do you?" she asked smiling.
"In the club with Khasinau. I recognized you immediately, of course. You put too much trust in your disguises. I still don't understand your penchant for red wigs, Sydney." He smiled in remembrance. "You ran your hand up my chest and neck. You were singing…
"You made me leave my happy home
you took my love and now you're gone
since I fell for you
my life brings such misery and pain
I know I'll never be the same
since I fell for you
it's too bad and it's too sad
But I'm in love with you..."
"I can't believe you remember that!" she said, laughing, a delightful ringing sound. "I would have made an excellent lounge singer, I think, if I hadn't been recruited by SD-6," she teased.
"I absolutely agree. You would have been excellent at whatever you do." He reached for her hand, but she drew back, suddenly serious.
"You can't, Julian."
"Why not?"
"Because I won't be able to come back if you do."
"That is a ridiculous rule," he spat.
She shrugged. "But it's the rule, the only rule."
"I don't give a damn about the bloody rule, Sydney."
"But you won't break it. You won't because you need me too much."
He smirked at her. "Do I now?"
"Yes."
"And why do you think that is, Dr. Freud?" he returned sarcastically.
She smiled at him sadly. "Because I keep you sane."