A/N – I know its been ages since my last update but I don't seem to be getting many reviews as the story continues so I thought that there weren't any followers who were that interested. I'll keep updating as long as I get even one review per chapter but the more reviews, the more frequent the updates and the longer that chapters!

The next few days were a blur for Jack. His mind kept playing the scene over and over in his head. He continued to whiteness the blue liquid entering Laura's vein and her face regaining colour but after that, nothing. She had stayed the same.

Each day was blending into the next and his wife's condition wasn't changing. He had known that the vile was only a chance but he was Jack Bristow. Chance was his life. At least her condition hadn't worsened unlike Sydney's. She hadn't been conscious for days now and on the rare occasion when she did awake, she only babbled incomprehensively for a few minutes before surrendering once again to the tormented sleep that so often engulfed her for long periods of time.

As Jack stared at his wife, he thought of all the things he had yet to ask her. There was so much he didn't know and so much he wanted to find out. The things he thought he knew were now nothing to him. What if her favourite colour wasn't really blue? What if she didn't actually like the opera and had only endured it for the mission's sake to keep him happy? Had Sydney been an accident like he had believed or was her conception planned? Questions swirled around his brain as exhaustion once again took over and he collapsed onto the bed beside his wife.

The next morning he was woken by the soft voice of the Doctor. She was asking him something but he couldn't quite work out the words.

Something about cake?

"Mr. Bristow, are you ok?" Jack looked up as the light flooded his senses into bedazzlement.

"Ok? Oh ok. Yes I'm fine... what's going on?"

"It's Sydney. She's not doing so well. She failed to respond to her usual medication last night and we're running out of options to keep her stable. I thought you might like to see her before we keep her permanently under a solution of tranquilliser used to hold down patients with a severe form of schizophrenia."

"Schizophrenia?"

"Yes it's the only thing strong enough that won't kill her."

The fear in Jacks eyes was enough to convince the doctor that he needed to be a little less callus and explain things more clearly to the extremely concerned father.

"What I mean is..."

Jack cut him off. "I know what you mean Doctor. I understand that her condition is worsening and we need to do something to help save her."

"Like what?"

"Like find out what has stabilised my wife's condition and try to adapt it to my daughter's condition to help save her."

"Agent Bristow, we have been trying to do that for the last few days and with no success, we're running out of ideas."

Jack's expression turned to grim as he followed the doctor out of the room to the lift and travelled to Sydney's room. She looked worse than ever and was thrashing around on the bed. Her voice could be heard from the lift and as Jack ran to comfort her, he saw little recognition in her eyes. She seemed to look right through him and her eyes were glazed over.

"Sydney?"

There was no response as heart wrenching wails continued to fly from her lips.

"Sydney, please." Jack was both physically and mentally exhausted and he was close to giving up on life.

Suddenly, Sydney ceased her screaming and looked at Jack.

"Daddy?"

The Doctors and nurses gasped. She had barely managed a comprehensive syllable let alone a whole word that actually made sense in context too.

"I'm here honey." Jack rushed to her side and held on to her. She only held on to consciousness for a few minutes but each second had been precious to jack.

The doctor looked at him as he lay his daughters head onto the pillow. "Mr. Bristow, that was amazing. I can't believe she reacted to you. She's even starting to respond to the medication that we were about to give up on."

"You mean she's getting better?" Jack said as he hoped he was correct.

"Well slightly. I'm not saying that she's going to recover completely but the reaction to familiarity certainly seemed to bring her out of the rambling stage. Perhaps if more people she knows come to see her or you could bring some of her toys with you and leave them by her bed. We never thought that the disease could be linked to the psyche but it would make a lot of sense considering Rambaldi's obsession with how the mind works."

Jack looked at his sleeping daughter and smiled. For the first time in days he felt useful. He only hoped that this new discovery could help his wife.

A/N – That's all I'm afraid. I do however have another chapter up my sleeve with some resolution and a surprise in store for the CIA!!