Marshall's_Tech_Emporium
Cadet
Here it is! ^_^ Chapter 3! Thanks for being patient... I know it's kinda short, but the chapter's are going to be getting longer soon. Let me know if it isn't any good.
Chapter 3
Silence encompassed the room. Neither of the men knew what to say. Even if they had Sydney was deep in thought, and they didn’t want to interrupt.
“He’s alive…” Sydney whispered, her voice breaking the silence.
“We can’t be certain,” Jack replied. “But it remains a possibility. We have reason to believe it was Sloane who helped Sark escape- presumably through a hidden exit.”
Sydney soaked in all of the information she had been given. As her mind danced around the wish of memories that she longed to have, Jack and Vaughn sat in silence, watching her with pensive eyes.
The silence remained until Jack’s cell phone rang. He answered it, then quickly excused himself from the room, walking out into the hallway to take the call. Looming in the room over Sydney and Vaughn was an awkward silence. Vaughn kept his eyes fixed on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with Sydney.
Sydney looked up. “Vaughn…”
He met her gaze, his eyes sad and concerned.
“I’d like to tell you I’m sorry,” she continued.
“Syd-“ Vaughn began to interrupt, but Sydney held up a finger to silence him.
“But I… I just can’t. I- I’m not.”
Sydney’s words shocked herself, and she could tell that Vaughn hadn’t been prepared for them either. He only nodded. She continued.
“I don’t remember any of it, Vaughn,” tears lightly began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks again. “I don’t remember being engaged to Sark, marrying him. I don’t remember Luke. Vaughn, I can’t be sorry for this; I won’t be. Not until I know exactly what I did- what happened over the last year and a half.”
Then, after a moment, she whispered to herself, “Which means I have to find him.”
She looked up once again at Vaughn, whose eyes glistened in the light. “It’s okay, Syd. I understand.”
He leaned over and gave her as close to a hug as he could with the baby in her arms and being careful not to hurt her. “It’s okay,” he repeated as she cried. They stayed that way until she fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~*~
The next several weeks slowly passed by. Sydney spent a majority of the time asleep, her father working by her side. Jack left the room only when necessary, and only if there was someone else who could stay with her. Several visitors came to see her- Marshall, Weiss, Dixon, even Barnett and Kendall each made a brief visit. All of them spent a time with Luke. None of them could help but fall in love with the bright-eyed baby.
Sydney knew her wound was healing. She could now fully sit up, usually without any pain. Despite the improvement on her physical condition, emotionally Sydney felt the pain deepen each day- each time she wished she could remember. Not knowing a part of her own life made her constantly wonder: Had she been happy during her time with Sark? Did Sark really love her? Had she loved him?
She knew better than to use logic. In the madness that surrounded her each day logic was hardly worth using in like circumstances, but Sydney couldn’t find anything else that could help her answer the questions she continued to ask herself.
It was only logical that she had, in fact, loved him. She had married him. They had had baby Luke. She had run to him when he was shot. She had to have loved him. And yet whenever she told herself that- whenever she tried to make herself believe that she had loved Sark, she couldn’t accept it, at least not fully. She knew she wouldn’t be able to until she found him. Once she saw him, once she talked to him- then she’d know.
~*~*~*~
Sydney rocked Luke in her arms, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack sat in a chair next to the bed, working on his laptop. Sydney’s eyes were fixed on her wedding ring that Jack had given her after careful analysis by the CIA.
“Dad?”
Jack immediately shut his laptop and moved closer to her. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to need your help once I get out of here.”
“Sydney, I’ve already arranged for you and Luke to stay with me when you’re released. Everything will be fine.”
“That’s not what I meant. Once I get out of here I’m going to need your help to see Sark.”
“Sydney…”
“Dad, he’s the only one who knows, the only one who knows where I was, what happened. He’s the only one with answers. I need answers.
“I know the CIA won’t allow it- not without some sort of arrangement to bring him in, but, Dad, I need to go. I have to.”
“We don’t know where he is, or if he’s even alive. It might take months to find out either way…”
“Then take me to the house. Maybe if I go inside I’ll be able to find something that could help me remember.”
“Sydney… Kendall’s ordered agents to stay at the house in case Sark returns.”
“There’s no way they’d let me in.”
Seeing his daughter’s tear-filled eyes and having seen her countenance change since her return, Jack became more determined than ever to give Sydney what she deserved: answers. “I’ll help you, Sydney.”
“Dad, Kendall’s not going to-“
“They’ll let you in.”
Tears that had filled her eyes now gently ran down her face. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Jack nodded. He took Luke from Sydney’s arms. The baby opened his eyes and happily looked up at Jack.
“Get some rest, Sweetheart. I’ll take care of Kendall.”
Jack retook his seat and began to softly talk to Luke. Sydney smiled at the sound. She then closed her eyes as her head laid down on the soft pillows. She listened to the one-sided conversation for a few more minutes until she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 3
Silence encompassed the room. Neither of the men knew what to say. Even if they had Sydney was deep in thought, and they didn’t want to interrupt.
“He’s alive…” Sydney whispered, her voice breaking the silence.
“We can’t be certain,” Jack replied. “But it remains a possibility. We have reason to believe it was Sloane who helped Sark escape- presumably through a hidden exit.”
Sydney soaked in all of the information she had been given. As her mind danced around the wish of memories that she longed to have, Jack and Vaughn sat in silence, watching her with pensive eyes.
The silence remained until Jack’s cell phone rang. He answered it, then quickly excused himself from the room, walking out into the hallway to take the call. Looming in the room over Sydney and Vaughn was an awkward silence. Vaughn kept his eyes fixed on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with Sydney.
Sydney looked up. “Vaughn…”
He met her gaze, his eyes sad and concerned.
“I’d like to tell you I’m sorry,” she continued.
“Syd-“ Vaughn began to interrupt, but Sydney held up a finger to silence him.
“But I… I just can’t. I- I’m not.”
Sydney’s words shocked herself, and she could tell that Vaughn hadn’t been prepared for them either. He only nodded. She continued.
“I don’t remember any of it, Vaughn,” tears lightly began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks again. “I don’t remember being engaged to Sark, marrying him. I don’t remember Luke. Vaughn, I can’t be sorry for this; I won’t be. Not until I know exactly what I did- what happened over the last year and a half.”
Then, after a moment, she whispered to herself, “Which means I have to find him.”
She looked up once again at Vaughn, whose eyes glistened in the light. “It’s okay, Syd. I understand.”
He leaned over and gave her as close to a hug as he could with the baby in her arms and being careful not to hurt her. “It’s okay,” he repeated as she cried. They stayed that way until she fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~*~
The next several weeks slowly passed by. Sydney spent a majority of the time asleep, her father working by her side. Jack left the room only when necessary, and only if there was someone else who could stay with her. Several visitors came to see her- Marshall, Weiss, Dixon, even Barnett and Kendall each made a brief visit. All of them spent a time with Luke. None of them could help but fall in love with the bright-eyed baby.
Sydney knew her wound was healing. She could now fully sit up, usually without any pain. Despite the improvement on her physical condition, emotionally Sydney felt the pain deepen each day- each time she wished she could remember. Not knowing a part of her own life made her constantly wonder: Had she been happy during her time with Sark? Did Sark really love her? Had she loved him?
She knew better than to use logic. In the madness that surrounded her each day logic was hardly worth using in like circumstances, but Sydney couldn’t find anything else that could help her answer the questions she continued to ask herself.
It was only logical that she had, in fact, loved him. She had married him. They had had baby Luke. She had run to him when he was shot. She had to have loved him. And yet whenever she told herself that- whenever she tried to make herself believe that she had loved Sark, she couldn’t accept it, at least not fully. She knew she wouldn’t be able to until she found him. Once she saw him, once she talked to him- then she’d know.
~*~*~*~
Sydney rocked Luke in her arms, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack sat in a chair next to the bed, working on his laptop. Sydney’s eyes were fixed on her wedding ring that Jack had given her after careful analysis by the CIA.
“Dad?”
Jack immediately shut his laptop and moved closer to her. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to need your help once I get out of here.”
“Sydney, I’ve already arranged for you and Luke to stay with me when you’re released. Everything will be fine.”
“That’s not what I meant. Once I get out of here I’m going to need your help to see Sark.”
“Sydney…”
“Dad, he’s the only one who knows, the only one who knows where I was, what happened. He’s the only one with answers. I need answers.
“I know the CIA won’t allow it- not without some sort of arrangement to bring him in, but, Dad, I need to go. I have to.”
“We don’t know where he is, or if he’s even alive. It might take months to find out either way…”
“Then take me to the house. Maybe if I go inside I’ll be able to find something that could help me remember.”
“Sydney… Kendall’s ordered agents to stay at the house in case Sark returns.”
“There’s no way they’d let me in.”
Seeing his daughter’s tear-filled eyes and having seen her countenance change since her return, Jack became more determined than ever to give Sydney what she deserved: answers. “I’ll help you, Sydney.”
“Dad, Kendall’s not going to-“
“They’ll let you in.”
Tears that had filled her eyes now gently ran down her face. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Jack nodded. He took Luke from Sydney’s arms. The baby opened his eyes and happily looked up at Jack.
“Get some rest, Sweetheart. I’ll take care of Kendall.”
Jack retook his seat and began to softly talk to Luke. Sydney smiled at the sound. She then closed her eyes as her head laid down on the soft pillows. She listened to the one-sided conversation for a few more minutes until she fell into a deep sleep.