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A/N: No, it's not an illusion, yes it's another update. I really wasn't happy about the last chapter. The next chapter is the last one. Skip past the italics if you remember what's going on.

Previously on inevitable:

"Not really, but thanks for offering." I replied. I felt my stomach start to feel funny. It grumbled as if it were empty, but I had just eaten awhile ago. It grumbled again and this time a sharp pain ran down my body. I doubled over in pain far worse then the cramps I got when it was my time of the month. My breathing became labored as I glanced up at Lauren. "What the hell did you do to me?"

"Nothing!" Lauren seemed shocked that I would accuse her of something like that. She rushed over to me. "Maybe it's the weird food, you've been eating. It's not natural. Or maybe…" a smile formed on her face and I knew she had done something.

Chapter 11- You knocked my little girl up

---Sydney's POV---
I grabbed for the cup I had drunk out of and hurled it at her. "You fucking asshole."

"Watch your language Miss Bristow," she warned, waving her pointer finger at me. You know… I thought of so many ways to make you pay for taking Michael away from me, but know that I think of it. I think this way was perfect. And, best of all, it'll look like an accident that I can't be linked to."

"You're fingerprints are all over that cup." I informed her.

"Really?" she asked, pulling off what appeared to be her skin. What I saw was that it was a kind of skintight glove, made to appear as if to be skin. "I don't think so."

I watched her walk out of the kitchen, a triumphant smile on her face.

I sank down to the floor, still clutching my stomach, tears streaming down my face. "Is this supposed to be a sign?" I yelled at the ceiling a few minutes later. "Are you trying to tell me something? What! Tell me damn it!" I waited awhile and then when I heard nothing, I got up off the floor and dialed for an ambulance.

At the hospital, after going through emergency surgery, I lay in bed, writing a letter to Sark and another one to my father. I knew now, what losing the baby was. It was a sign, a forewarning if you will. An omen of things to come. I could make an attempt at normalcy with Sark, but in the end, it would all be futile, because it would eventually die out. A fight was beginning and it was time to choose whose back I'd have in the end, and who I would betray. I knew now, that if I didn't choose soon, I'd be left without any allies and a broken heart.

(((A Few hours later)))

---Sark's POV---
I was sitting on the floor in a cell, locked away by Jack. We had taken the Circumstance, but not without the problems that went along with Sydney not being there.

"I didn't do anything to her!" I yelled for the millionth time.

"Am I supposed to believe that, Mr. Sark?" Jack demanded, crossing his arms. "Because, if I am, you'll have to do better than that."

---Jack's POV---
I heard Sark mutter something about "you Yanks…"

"What was that?" I asked, sitting at desk, watching Sark.

"Nothing." he answered.

"Sir." a man began, behind me. He sounded out of breath. "This just came from you."

I turned around and took the two letters out of his hand. On the front of them in a pretty cursive handwriting, Sydney's handwriting, were names. One said "Sark" and the other said "Jack." I walked to the cell and opened the flap. I dropped the letter down in it and closed it. Sark opened his part and grabbed it, walking over to the hard cot to read it.

I walked over to corner to read my letter.

"I have always wanted a normal life. I've always wanted a husband with the 2.5 kids, a dog named spot, and a white picket fence. I thought Noah was to be that guy, and then when he left and I met Danny I was sure he was the one. Vaughn helped me get over Danny's death and I felt a connection, but it was a false hope. I started dating Sark and felt more hope then ever because opposites attract. But through it all I have felt constant pain and an indescribable feeling. I wondered why it had to be me and then I felt the joy that comes with knowing your going to be a mother." I whispered, reading the letter. I walked over to Sark's cell, tapping on the glass, getting his attention.

"So… I began. "You knocked my little girl up."

---Sydney's POV---
I laid back down on the bed, wondering if I had made the right decision.

---Sark's POV---
I lost my calm composure as I realized what had happened. "What do you mean she's pregnant? How could that have happened?" I questioned.

"Mr. Sark, if you do not know how babies are brought into this world, then maybe you shouldn't be taking part in the act that creates them." he started.

"I know how babies are brought into this world, thank you, I just meant, never mind…" I trailed off.

Never mind this. This isn't some game, Mr. Lazaray; you don't get a free ride and not have to deal with the consequences. My daughter is not having a bastard, and you are not going to leave her to face this situation alone. You're going to be a father. Although I have no clue how my daughter could find you as a suitable mate." Jack informed me.

"Stop it!" I yelled, pounding on the glass. "Stop acting like I didn't care about her. I didn't know she was pregnant. I have no clue where she is, and lastly, stop trying to paint the picture that Sydney can't take care of herself. We both know she can."

"I'm going to give you until I finish reading this letter. Hopefully Sydney will have convinced me not to kill you." Jack murmured, walking back to the corner.

I groaned, walking back to finish reading my letter.

However, I have come to expect in my life that all good things must come to an end. And not only do they come to an end, but the bad things come back with a vengeance. I could be happy for a month and then feel 2x as worse 3x that long. As I said, that feeling of sadness came back with a vengeance. I ran; I ran for help, to look for someone who would understand. But, it didn't work out, I didn't want to listen to what they had to say. It was then that I ran into an old acquaintance the other day, and I use that term loosely. They offered to help me and I foolishly took them up on their offer. Of course by now I had started with the weird cravings that go along with pregnancy, which the acquaintance tried his or her best to fill. However, soon after he or she showed his or her true reason for doing all of these things. I learned soon after that he or she purposefully caused me to lose the baby. I hurried to the hospital. It was there that I realized that what caused my unhappiness. This lifestyle. It was never meant for people in this lifestyle to have a family and families that were in it were destroyed. Relationships were torn apart and I knew with you being with the Covenant that no matter where we went our relationship would not be safe. I knew that being with you would have to mean turning my back on my friends, but I also knew that losing you might be too much. I have analyzed everything and though it over more times then I can count. And I have reached a decision.

A/N: Sorry it's short. Review? No reviewno update; it's as simple as that.