Illusion Of Sin

Jason_dj

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Dude you have to finish this story its amazing and I can't wait to read what happens next .

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Illusion of Sin

PART 18: Officially Defected

The house was quiet. It had been for several days now, ever since Sark had left. The house staff was few in numbers and all seemed to stay as far away from Rory as possible. Aside from Mrs. Harris, the only contact Rory had was the doctor who had come to examine her arm and re-cast it after she admitted to the housekeeper that it was bothering her. Her arm had swollen in the cast from the climate change, resulting in the need for a new cast.

The day had passed endlessly slow. Rory spent the morning and early afternoon surrounded by files Sark had left her to review. Pouring over the contents, she’d made little headway other than a familiar name mentioned here or there and once her eyes started to blur, she took a break.

She was wandering the upstairs hallway when the front door opened. The sounds were muffled by the Scottish terrier barking at the intruder. Rory took the stairs two at a time and stopped abruptly at the landing. She was expecting Sark and was shocked to find Irina.

“Hello darling,” Irina set her small suitcase on the floor and removed her leather gloves. The weather had shifted to a sudden cold snap leaving frost blanketing the ground and reminding the world that Christmas was almost there. “How are you?”

Rory regarded her grandmother with a cold stare, “perfectly fine, thank you.”

Irina removed her coat and handed it to Mrs. Harris who had come in from the kitchen, and requested dinner to be served for the two of them in an hour.

“Have you spoken to Sark; do you know when he will be back? He promised to help find my father, and we’ve gotten nowhere.”

“He will return within the next day or two,” Irina replied.

“Where did he go? He wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“He had some business to take care of.”

“He promised to help find my father, and we’ve gotten nowhere, nothing he gave me has produced any leads. He should be here—“

“Aurora,” Irina spoke sharply. “You are not his only concern, Julian has another child as well, and he is attending to her.”

“Oh, of course.” The words seemed to catch in her throat. She was Sark’s daughter, she had a sister, and they had the same eyes. There were moments when she forgot that revelation, until she looked at the picture Sark had given her: a little girl with blond hair and bright blue eyes. The more she looked at the picture, the more Rory realized how much they looked alike, now and even years before when she was eight, the two could have passed for twins, with the exception of their hair of course.

“Aurora,” Irina spoke her name much more gently this time. “I spoke with Sark a few hours ago, he has some leads he is pursuing and following his visit with Cailynn he is meeting with some associates to pursue them. He asked that you be ready to leave the moment he returned.

For some unknown reason, the hatred she had so strongly felt towards Irina and Sark seemed to be dissipating. Having time to think about what Sark had told her and to process the information he had given her about her heritage and early life had seemed to soften her against the harshness she knew he possessed.

“Do you know her?” Rory picked at the food on her plate spending more time moving it around with her fork than actually eating it.

Irina regarded Rory for a moment and took a sip of her red wine. “Your sister?” she asked for confirmation. When Rory nodded she continued, “I do, she’s a very bright child, well behaved and respectful. I visit her on occasion when I am in Wales. What is it you want to know?”

“I was just wondering…”

“Yes.”

“Her mother, Sark said she died.”

“Olivia died while giving birth to Cale. The doctors did everything they could, but it was a very difficult labour and she lost too much blood. Julian was devastated; it took a long time before he came to terms with the loss and was able to care for Cale properly.

“Was he married?” Rory asked not remembering if he had been wearing a ring.

Irina shook her head. “He loved Olivia, he wanted to marry her, but for both their sakes, the risks were too high. He’s had nothing to do with this life since Cailynn’s birth, until now.”

“Because of me,” Rory finished. “I put him in this.”

“You did nothing of the sort, Aurora. You are his daughter; a parent will do anything for their child.”

“Doesn’t make it right.” Rory stood up from the table. “Please excuse me, I’m not hungry.”

Irina took a sip of her wine watching as Rory disappeared up the stairs. She was surprised; she’d expected much more animosity from her granddaughter. It seemed her few days alone had allowed Rory to gain some perspective on her current situation, and allowed her to cut the rest some slack.

~ ~ ~

Rory rubbed her eyes wearily. She was so tired. All around her Sark’s men were sleeping, as was Mrs. Harris, but she just couldn’t. She had gone to sleep shortly after her dinner with Irina, only to be awakened a few hours later.

Mrs. Harris had been frantic pulling on her bed sheets urging her to wake up. Disorientated Rory stumbled out of bed and hurried to her door; Mrs. Harris had already pulled a suitcase from the bedroom closet and was tossing the few changes of clothes Sark had bought for Rory and any other personal things she could find.

Alarmed at the urgency in Mrs. Harris’ voice, Rory moved to the railing, overlooking the entranceway and sitting room. All around her Sark’s men and security guards rushed about; something serious had happened. She watched stunned as they hurried about their tasks, some were carrying bags, others computer equipment and files.

“Aurora,” Irina hurried up the stairs as fast as possible. “You need to hurry, get dressed and gather everything you can, personal affects and files; you cannot leave anything behind.”

“What’s going on, what’s happened?”

“The Tryst has located us. A contact called a few minutes ago to warn me, they’ll be here in less than ten minutes. You need to hurry.”

Bewildered, Rory turned back into her room and began to change into the clothes Mrs. Harris had left out for her. She filled a backpack of CDs and files she had been reviewing and the laptop Sark had given her, before slinging it onto her back.

“Viens vite, mon cherie!” Mrs. Harris called to her and passed the suitcase to one of men, who took her arm and ushered her down the hallway and down the staircase to a side door that would take them to a waiting helicopter.

Rory stopped in the entranceway to Sark’s office, Irina and several men were there removing its’ contents.

“Rory,” Irina called. “Make sure the bookshelves have been cleared of any albums or photographs. Anything you see that could allow the Tryst to harm Sark, you need to take it.”

Rory nodded and began going through the books on the shelves pulling and discarding many of them on the floor.

“Have the rooms in the east and west wing, been cleared?” Irina asked Joseph, the head of security.

“Yes m’am,” he responded pulling an armful of file folders and depositing them in a card board box. “The upstairs has been cleared as well as the north and the stables and guardrooms. The medical lab is being done now and the offices on the second floor. Other than that, all sectors have been cleared.”

Rory stood on a chair and pulled books and photographs off the top shelves. She dropped them into a box on the floor, the glass of several frames shattering. “I don’t understand, how did this happen? Sark said this place is secure; it’s his home.”

“At this point, I don’t know,” Irina was in the process of backing up files and wiping the computer hard drives. “But I will find out.” She grabbed a framed picture of Cailynn from Sark’s desk. “We cannot leave anything behind.”

“Ms. Derevko,” a guard stopped in the doorway. “They are three minutes away. All sectors have been cleared; helos 1 and 2 are in the air.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Irina pushed Rory towards the door. “Get to the helicopter.”

Rory followed Irina at a quick pace.

Joseph kept them apprised of the Trysts movements. “They’ve infiltrated the gates.” Rory could hear the commotion and shots as Sark’s men fired upon them trying to hold them back.

Irina climbed in to the helicopter, followed by Joseph, he held out his hand to Rory, She reached for it, and then stopped. “I forgot the pictures,” she realized.

“Aurora,” Irina shouted. “Get in the helo.”

Rory shook her head, “I can’t leave them.” She turned and began running across the field back to the house, leaving Irina shouting after her. Her feet pounded the ground; her chest heaved gasping for breath in the frigid air as she ran back into the building. There was no one around, she entered the French doors on the back patio and hurried into Sark’s office.
She could hear them now; The Tryst had passed through the gates, they were in the house, she had mere moments. She went to the bookcase adjacent to Sark’s desk. He had showed her pictures of her sister, pulling them from a safe hidden in the bookcase.

She pulled the books aside opening the safe. Sark had made to attempt to hide it from her, she’d watched him open the safe, and she knew the code. As she typed it, she realized it was her birthday; her real birthday. Rory pulled the stacks of photo envelopes and CD’s and shut the safe.

“Arret!” A voice shouted.

Rory heard the shots even before she turned. Two bullets hit the wall beside her head; another shattered the glass door of a bookcase. Joseph stood in the doorway, a member of the Tryst lay dead at his feet. Joseph instructed her to follow and she quickly deposited the handful of photographs and CD’s into her backpack. Rory grabbed the fallen opponent’s gun and followed Joseph.

They were almost at the French doors when the Tryst caught up to them again.

“Freeze!” A woman’s voice. Rory turned her head sharply and caught a quick glimpse of the woman before Joseph grabbed her hand pulling her out the door. They ran as fast as they could, guards near the helo provided cover shots against the Tryst. Rory saw two of the guards go down, they were pulled into the helicopter and Irina provided cover from inside the helo. Two other helicopters had taken off, and were providing cover as well. The sound of hundreds of gunshots echoed through the still Irish air.

“Hurry!” Joseph pulled her arm running faster. He fell to the ground suddenly pulling her down with him. He was hit, bleeding profusely from the wound in his right shoulder. Rory turned firing at the Tryst, they were closing in quickly, and she couldn’t shoot and help Joseph to the helo, not one handed. Joseph managed to stand and they took a few steps back. Moments later he was hit again; this time in his leg. She managed to take down three of the Tryst members providing enough relief for two of Joseph’s men to come and help him to the helo. Rory followed firing as quickly as she could until she ran out of ammo. She turned and ran the last few metres praying she would not be shot in the back.

The helicopter was lifting off the ground. Ian, one of the guards grabbed her hands and finally pulled her in as it rose higher.

“That was a stupid thing to do!” Irina said sharply. “They could have got you.”

“I couldn’t leave them,” Rory gasped for breath. She pulled the photographs from the backpack and handed them to Irina. “They’re all of her!”

Irina glanced at the photos of Cailynn Rory had handed her. She pulled one out and handed it to Rory, “not all of them.”

The picture was slightly worn, the edges creased and separated. Rory gazed at the picture of her mother. Sydney lay on a blanket beside the river, an infant Rory lay sleeping on her chest.

Rory sighed and handed the photograph back to Irina. Her gaze shifted to Joseph and the other guards who were injured; Mrs. Harris was tending to their wounds. “Will they be alright?”

“They’ll live.”

Rory leaned her head back against the seat. Her head throbbed and her broken arm ached from the strain of being pulled into the helicopter, she was still for several minutes. “When will you get security footage of Tearmann during the attack?” she asked quietly.

“We won’t; they disabled the security system, which is how they were able to get through the perimeter so easily. Why?” she asked. “Did you see something?”

Rory thought for a moment before responding. “No,” she shook her head. She’d barely caught a glimpse of the woman, and she knew it was only wishful thinking. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to create false hopes.

~ ~ ~

Will Tippin regarded his fingers carefully, two were broken and sticking out at odd angles. He knew he had to set them; it was something he was not looking forward to. They’d left him alone for three days. Three days of no contact, no food, no water, no human contact at all. He’d begun to think they were leaving him to die, until a young man with a British accent woke him from a dead sleep by breaking his fingers.

He couldn’t remember the initial attack well. He’d been in the shower, when they broke in, dressing when they announced their presence. He had no time to retaliate no time to run, he was nearly unconscious before he realized anything had happened.

In the days that followed he’d been visited twice by the Brit who questioned him about Rory and her involvement with the CIA. Will hadn’t participated and each session had left him with another broken rib and a heavy dose of narcotics.

The Brit had just left, he was angry; something obviously hadn’t gone according to plan. On this occasion, he’d been left with two broken fingers and what he was sure was three or four cracked or broken ribs. He had left Will with some information on his daughter, information he was not thrilled to hear. Rory had defected from the CIA and was now working with Sark.

Will made his way over to the cot and was relieved to lie down. He coughed, it hurt like hell to lie on the bed, but standing or even sitting in his present condition was not an option. He could do nothing but think of his daughter and what reasons she must have had for doing what she did. He could only pray that she wouldn’t endanger herself by looking for him; if indeed that was what she was doing.

He raised his hand and took a deep breath on the count of three pulled his finger.

~ ~ ~

Eric Weiss paused for a moment outside the hospital room door. He sank down into a chair, he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to keep this up. Zack wasn’t getting any better. He’d shown no signs of improvement, and Weiss spent all day, every day sitting at his bedside talking and reading until he was hoarse with nothing to show for it. His son was stagnant, not getting any better, not getting any worse and the doctors had no idea what to do. It was a waiting game.

~ ~ ~
The Tryst members were combing every inch of Sark’s estate searching for clues on where he could have gone. They’d found nothing relating to Sark or his daughter Aurora.

“I found something.”

Simon Walker responded in his com demanding location. He quickly ascended the stairs to the second level and entered one of the bedrooms. He took the photograph.

“I found it in the bedside drawer. This was the girl’s room.”

Simon gazed at it, an interesting smile forming on his lips. It was the picture of a little girl. There had been rumours of course, now he knew they were true. The girl was 7-9 years of age, with vivid blue eyes and bleach blond hair. She wore a school uniform and stood next to a horse. He smiled; this would definitely come in handy.
~ ~ ~

Rory traced her mothers’ image using the tip of her index finger. It was only the second picture she had of her mother and herself. She was only four or five months old in the picture; but that didn’t matter. She wondered what things would have been like had none of this never happened. Would her mother have raised her or would it have been Sark; would they have done it together?

Rory checked the clock. She had been lying in bed for two hours now, and could not fall asleep; too much had happened in the last twenty four hours. They were now staying at one of Irina’s homes in Russia. Sark was with them, he’d been waiting there when they arrived. Medics tended to Joseph and the others who were injured. Irina and Sark began discussing immediately the estimated losses he had faced. Sark had paid her very little mind during the entire process, at times he spoke to Irina so quietly she couldn’t even hear and twice Irina had sent her on an errand to check on Joseph or ask something of him. It was clear she wasn’t wanted and eventually she took it as her cue to leave, now leaving her lying in bed unable to sleep.

There was a soft knock on her door; Rory slipped the picture under her pillow and pulled the covers up. “Come in.”

Sark opened the door slowly, “may I come in?”

Rory shrugged nonchalantly and he entered.

“Is the room okay? Do you need anything?” Sark asked looking around.

“Its fine,” Rory answered, her tone sharper than she had intended; she was angrier than she realized.

“Aurora,” Sark moved towards her. “May I sit down?”

He seemed nervous, she thought. Reluctantly she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest

Sark sat down on the newly created space on the bed. He sat for a moment staring at her feet. This was not a situation he was accustomed too.

“What you did... going back for Cale’s pictures; that was an incredible brave and stupid thing to do. I don’t know how I can thank you for that; if they had found the pictures, her life would be in danger. Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

“I know I am not good at this… talking with you,” he elaborated. “Even with Cale, I spend so little time with her, that when I do, sometimes, I just don’t know what to say to her.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say to her, you just talk,” Rory shrugged. “Do you tell her about her mother? Things like that, she should know.”

“We talk about her mother, very little,” Sark admitted. “She is a wonderful girl, I love her very much, and it’s just hard to keep her so far away. I just hope that she knows I love her…“

“Do you tell her?” Rory interrupted.

“Perhaps not as often as I should.”

“That is easily correctable.”

“It is,” he agreed. “I apologize that I have been so distant today. You’re all grown up and I didn’t know what to say, to thank you for risking your life for her, it just isn’t enough.”

“Sure it is,” Rory sighed. “I didn’t think; I just did it. She’s my family too, she’s my sister.”

Sark stood and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Thank you,” he said softly. He stopped in the doorway and turned back. “You are my daughter too, regardless of your upbringing, you are my daughter; I love you.”

Rory was silent, she couldn’t say anything; words would not come.

“We will be leaving first thing in the morning,” he said lastly. “We are going to Taipei; Your father is being held there. Goodnight Rory.”

~ ~ ~

“Dad?” Rory used her arm to brush the hair back from her face; she left a streak of blood across her face. “Please stay awake! You’re going to be fine! Please.” Rory pressed her hand over his wound. “Just hang in there, a few more minutes.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the traces of blood. His lips were starting to turn blue; lack of oxygen.

She turned to Irina, “what do I do, tell me what to do!”

“Rory,” his voice was barely above a whisper. “I saw her. I saw your mother.” He coughed, blood sputtered from his lips. “She wasn’t herself; she was Julia, be careful!” He coughed again, Rory felt the spray on her face, and he could hardly breathe.

“Rory… I love you, ‘member that.”

“Dad?” She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. “Dad! No!”
 
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What the heck!!! Its been almmost 2 years since ive posted!! wow talk about a long time. Now you finally post a chapter and another cliff hangerish thing.. *sigh* Great job though but lets keep less time in between those chapter posts.


Oh but did you know David Anders is in heroes now!!!
 

Eyghon

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Loved it but it's too bad updates are so far apart cause I kinda lose track of the stuff going on.
 

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An update!!!! I'm so happy to find this!! This was so worth waiting for, and I hope you're able to update again soon.

And please, someone revive Will! :ohmy: Or is Rory dreaming? :unsure:
 
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Illusion of Sin
Recap

Sark opened the door slowly, “may I come in?”

Rory shrugged nonchalantly and he entered.

“Is the room okay? Do you need anything?” Sark asked looking around.

“Its fine,” Rory answered, her tone sharper than she had intended; she was angrier than she realized.

“Aurora,” Sark moved towards her. “May I sit down?”

He seemed nervous, she thought. Reluctantly she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest

Sark sat down on the newly created space on the bed. He sat for a moment staring at her feet. This was not a situation he was accustomed too.

“What you did... going back for Cale’s pictures; that was an incredible brave and stupid thing to do. I don’t know how I can thank you for that; if they had found the pictures, her life would be in danger. Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

“I know I am not good at this… talking with you,” he elaborated. “Even with Cale, I spend so little time with her, that when I do, sometimes, I just don’t know what to say to her.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say to her, you just talk,” Rory shrugged. “Do you tell her about her mother? Things like that, she should know.”

“We talk about her mother, very little,” Sark admitted. “She is a wonderful girl, I love her very much, and it’s just hard to keep her so far away. I just hope that she knows I love her…“

“Do you tell her?” Rory interrupted.

“Perhaps not as often as I should.”

“That is easily correctable.”

“It is,” he agreed. “I apologize that I have been so distant today. You’re all grown up and I didn’t know what to say, to thank you for risking your life for her, it just isn’t enough.”

“Sure it is,” Rory sighed. “I didn’t think; I just did it. She’s my family too, she’s my sister.”

Sark stood and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Thank you,” he said softly. He stopped in the doorway and turned back. “You are my daughter too, regardless of your upbringing, you are my daughter; I love you.”

Rory was silent, she couldn’t say anything; words would not come.

“We will be leaving first thing in the morning,” he said lastly. “We are going to Taipei; Your father is being held there. Goodnight Rory.”

~ ~ ~

“Dad?” Rory used her arm to brush the hair back from her face; she left a streak of blood across her face. “Please stay awake! You’re going to be fine! Please.” Rory pressed her hand over his wound. “Just hang in there, a few more minutes.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the traces of blood. His lips were starting to turn blue; lack of oxygen.

She turned to Irina, “what do I do, tell me what to do!”

“Aurora,” his voice was barely above a whisper. “I saw her. I saw your mother.” He coughed, blood sputtered from his lips. “She wasn’t herself; she was Julia, be careful!” He coughed again, Rory felt the spray on her face, and he could hardly breathe.

“Rory… I love you, ‘member that.”

“Dad?” She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. “Dad! No!”


Part 19: To Grieve

Rory picked at the dried blood coating her hand. There had been so much blood; so much blood and nothing she could do about it. Her father had died in her arms and she felt nothing. She felt nothing as he closed his eyes closed forever. She was numb.
Her gaze shifted to the medic and her other father, the one who had lived. “How is he?” she asked.
The medic looked up at her and shook his head, “its not good miss.”
She covered his hand with hers praying they would reach the hospital in time. A medivac would meet them at the airport in LA and transport them to the hospital; if he lasted that long.
* * *
“I’m going.”

“You are not going Aurora.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You will stay with Irina in the van.” Sark’s voice was firm, there seemed to be no way around his decision.

“He’s my father!”

“And that is precisely why you will not go.” Sark checked the clip of his gun before sliding the weapon into the waistband of his jeans.

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She had tried to reason with him, but nothing she did or said would make Sark change his mind. So she waited; she sat just outside the van. They were parked in front of the next building; the cold night was pitch black around them. Irina was on coms with Sark as he searched for Will, but she couldn’t bear to sit there and listen, holding her breath to find out if her father was dead or alive.

Her thoughts were all jumbled up in hear head. She was scared. Scared to find out if her father was dead and scared for Sark who was alone in his search for Will. She rubbed the shoulder of her broken arm, it was aching and the cast felt so heavy weighing down her arm.

She would catch a word or two here and there from Irina’s conversation with Sark, but not enough to discern if her father was alive.

Then she saw him. Sark wore a black ski hat, to help conceal his identity. He was supporting, or nearly dragging Will as they walked towards the van from the dark alley.

The night was dark, it was difficult to tell whether or not Will was alive, but once she saw Sark’s lips move and then her father’s head tilt upwards, she knew. He was alive! One father had saved the other. She suppressed a cry as the realization of what this meant hit her and she could understand what Sark had done and why. He loved her. Sark was her father and he loved her enough to risk his own life in order to save her other father, the man who’d replaced him in her life.

She took a step forwards and gasped when she saw the blood. It was running down Sark’s hand and dripping off the tops of his fingers. She had to help him. Sark held up his hand and she stopped suddenly so did he. Sark turned looking behind him. It was then that Rory heard an alarm and Sark shouted something that she could not hear. He started to run towards her dragging Will with him and held up his hand warning her not to come. Gunfire suddenly filled the air and then the world seemed to explode into fire right before her eyes. The sound was deafening and the force of the explosion slammed her back against the van and onto the ground as shards of glass and bits of concrete rained down upon her face.

Seconds later she heard the sound of a motorcycle speeding away and she saw a blur of red speed out of the alley and past her. Sven, the driver pulled her to her feet.

“Are you alright Miss?” his accent was thick and her ears were ringing making it difficult to understand him.

“My dad,” she struggled against his hands seeing Irina already running to where the two men had been. Sven allowed her to go, and she rushed towards them. They could hear shouts from inside the semi-damaged building. Irina was picking through the rubble searching for Sark and Will. They were located quickly.

“We must get them into the van, quickly,” Irina ordered.

Sven grabbed Sark under his arms and dragged him towards the van. Rory helped Irina pull her father to the van where Sven lifted both men into the back. The shouts were growing louder and as Irina pulled the back door closed, shots pinged off the steel.

The van lurched forwards as Sven revved the engine and his heavy foot hit the gas hard.

Rory was scarcely aware of the blood pooling onto the floor as she turned her attention to her father. “Daddy?” she said softly taking his hand. “You’re going to be okay.”

Will managed a smile, his fingers brushing over her knuckles. “Rory,” he whispered, his voice sounded raw and pained. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry princess.”

It was this moment she had waited so long for; she had him back. His vibrant blue eyes flickered a few times before closing. “Daddy,” she cried out shaking his arm. “Daddy!”

Irina checked his pulse. “He’s lost consciousness,” her voice was clipped.

As Irina spoke Rory felt a flood of relief and then became very aware of the blood at her knees and the trail across Will’s face. “But the blood…” She lifted her arm; blood had stained the plaster of the cast.

“It’s not his.”

Rory turned to look at her and saw the blood soaking her clothes, and then for the first time Sark.

“Call in for a second extraction,” Irina ordered Sven.

She looked at Rory. “The helo will take you and Mr. Tippin to the airport. A jet will take you to Los Angeles. I will arrange for a medivac to meet you. Aurora-“ She looked up at Rory.

“The blood,” Rory was stunned. She looked to Irina’s hands; they were pressed tightly over a large gash in Sark’s abdomen.

“Hand me the gauze.” Irina instructed gesturing with her elbow to the kit behind Rory.

With trembling hands Rory grasped the package she’d taken from the first aid kit and opened it spilling the contents over Sark.

Irina grabbed the material and pressed it to the wound. She took Rory’s uninjured hand, placed a wad of gauze in it and pressed it over the gunshot wound on his shoulder. “Hold it tightly.”

“Is he going to be okay?” she asked knowing the answer was not good. Irina did not answer. Sark’s skin was pale and greyish in color; his lips were tinged with blue. Nothing Irina was doing seemed to stop the flow of blood from the gash on his abdomen. A shard of metal or steel lay nearby coated in his blood.

Sark’s eyes flickered and his hand reached up to grasp hers. He whispered something she could not hear and bent her head closer.

“In my back pocket-“ his voice cracked and wavered. “-a disc, you’ll need it, get to Sloane.” He coughed weakly. “’Rora—“

“Don’t,” her eyes were filled with tears and they splashed down her cheeks. “You’re going to be fine, Dad.” The word seemed to come from somewhere inside her. It wasn’t just a word, it was a feeling, and using the word had never felt so right. He was her father, not the one who had raised her, but the man who had sacrificed everything for her, and she loved him for it.

“No.” he sputtered, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. “I won’t. Watch after Cale, she’s family.” His eyes closed.

“Dad?” Rory used her arm to brush the hair back from her face; she left a streak of blood across her face. “Please stay awake! You’re going to be fine! Please.” Rory pressed her hand over his wound. “Just hang in there, a few more minutes.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the traces of blood. His lips were starting to turn blue; lack of oxygen.

She turned to Irina, “what do I do, tell me what to do!”

“Aurora,” his voice was barely above a whisper. “I saw her. I saw your mother.” He coughed, blood sputtered from his lips. “She wasn’t herself; she was Julia, be careful!” He coughed again, Rory felt the spray on her face, and he could hardly breathe.

“Ror… love you, ‘member that.”

“Dad?” She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. “Dad! No!”

Irina called his name and shook his shoulder. She knew it was useless, he had lost too much blood.

“Do something,” Rory cried as Irina checked his pulse.

“I’m sorry.” Irina released the pressure on his abdomen. “He’s lost too much blood. She brushed strands of her silver hair back with her arm. “There really was nothing we could do. He’s gone.”

“NO!” Rory cried. “He can’t – you have to do something. Please!”

Irina shook her head and sat back against the side of the van defeated. “I’m sorry.”

Irina looked away and Rory wondered for a moment if she was crying. However, the idea seemed ludicrous. Irina Derevko did not cry.

He was dead. Her father, her biological father was dead. His death, though only moments ago seemed to create a void within her, a feeling of emptiness, which did not make sense. She’d barely known the man. Rory focused her attention on her other father; the one who had lived. Will was a pale yellowish color, his lips tinged with a slight blue and his breathing raspy. He had been through a terrible ordeal that much was obvious. His hands and fingers were all swollen and bruised and his body bore the scrapes, burns, and abrasions of his capture.

“What will you do?” Rory asked softly. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“You will take your father home.” Irina wiped her hands on a handkerchief. “I will take Sark—Julian back to Ireland and bury him in his family plot near Tearmann.”

“And Cailynn?”

“She’ll stay in school. It is safest for her there.”

“Will you tell her?”

Irina shook her head. “It’s best she doesn’t know just yet. Before we left, Sark told her he wouldn’t be able to speak to her for several weeks. I have arrangements to make. I will speak to her in a week or two and go see her at Spring Break.

“I promised him,” Rory’s voice trembled. “I promised him I would go to her. I should be the one to tell her. This is my fault.”

“You are not to blame Aurora.” Irina reached over and began wiping the blood from Rory’s face with a clean handkerchief. “He has looked for Sydney for years, we both have. In his own way, and not just because of you, he loved your mother. He would have done whatever he could to find her, whether you were involved or not.” She squeezed Rory’s hand. “If you want to go to Cale, that is your decision, but give it some time. Make sure you are doing it for the right reasons.”

Irina gazed at Sark for a long moment before bending over him and gently kissing his forehead. She whispered something in Russian, Rory did not understand and then pulled her coat up over him. She turned to Will and checked his breathing and pulse before lifting his eyelids. “If you are of faith,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Pray for him.”

Rory swallowed hard, not daring to ask which man she was referring to. Out of the window she could see the sun starting to peek over the horizon and could hear the low rumble of a plane growing louder as they approached the private air strip. She stifled a yawn, her entire body was exhausted, but she knew there would be no rest for quite some time to come.

• * *

Rory walked quickly down the hallway her hand resting on the gurney. Her father had remained unconscious for the entire journey in the jet and then the medivac from the airport to the hospital. She had called Vaughn from the air to let him know they were on their way in. She had asked him about Zack, but there wasn’t any change in his condition.
The medivac attendant spoke rapidly to the doctors as they walked updating them on Will’s condition. He had remained very tight lipped about her father’s condition during the quick helo ride to the hospital and Rory wasn’t sure he was doing as well as she had initially thought. Rory stumbled in her efforts to keep up with the gurney as they went through door after door, eventually she was stopped as they entered an exam room. She was forced to wait outside peering through the tiny window as the doctors worked on her father.

“Aurora.”

Rory whipped her head around to see Jack striding towards her. He was the one person she did not want to see at the moment. Nervously she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, realizing as she did it that her hands were still covered in blood.

“Are you alright?” he demanded scrutinizing her appearance.

“I’m fine.”

“And Mr. Tippin?”

“He’s…” her voice trailed off and she gestured to the exam room. “I don’t know how he is. He’s alive, but they messed him up pretty bad.”

“Where is Sark?”

Rory felt the lump in her throat swell as Jack asked the question. “Sark is gone,” she said quietly.

“Gone where”

“Gone,” her voice wavered. “Dead, he’s dead. He died saving my father.”

Jack was silent as he digested his granddaughter’s words, Sark; the elusive Julian Sark was dead. After so many years of being hunted by the CIA and various other Intelligence agencies, the search had come to an end.

The two watched in silence as the doctors examined Will and evaluated his injuries. A nurse had come to look after Rory and reluctantly she left the window for a few minutes to have her minor scrapes looked at and her cast examined.

Carrie and Marshall showed up at the hospital not long after having received a call from Agent Vaughn. Thoughtfully Carrie had brought Rory a change of clothes and she was grateful to be rid of her blood stained clothes.

After quite some time a doctor came out to speak with them. Will’s condition was serious but stable for the moment. He had many superficial scrapes, bruises and several burns as well as broken fingers and a broken wrist. He clearly had broken and bruised ribs, but it was his liver the doctors were most concerned with. He was responsive to light and sound, but remained unconscious. He had yet to undergo a battery of tests and x-rays to ensure there were no other problems, but his immediate condition seemed stable.

Relieved, Rory sank onto an exam bed to wait for a doctor to examine her arm. While she had been waiting for word on her father, Jack had forced her to go with an orderly to have her arm x-rayed. The doctor then decided it had healed well enough to be cut off and did not need to be recasted. Being free of the cast was a relief; she now sat waiting for the doctor to perform a physical exam to ensure the bones had healed properly. Marshall was sitting with her father in the exam room down the hall, while Jack spoke with Carrie just outside the door. It didn’t take long for the doctor to come; she supposed that was the reward of working for the CIA.

Agent Vaughn entered the room, but waited for the young doctor to finish before taking his chair and looking Rory in the eyes. “What happened?” he demanded. “Jack told me Sark is dead.” His voice changed slightly and grew quieter, softer. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged his words off. Julian Sark meant nothing to her, or at least he shouldn’t. “He found out where they were holding my dad and went in to get him; I waited in the van. They were on their way out and someone caught him. There was a lot of gunfire, he was shot in the shoulder, but they made it almost to the van and then there was an explosion.” Rory stopped for a breath and grasped her hands together realizing that they were trembling. She took a deep breath and then continued the retelling. “We pulled them to the van and-“

“Who’s we?” Vaughn interrupted.

Rory glanced at him, then looked away, there was no way getting around this answer. “Sark’s men,” She answered deciding it best to leave Irina out of it. She stole a quick glance at him, he didn’t seem convinced. “Sark was hurt badly,” she continued. “In the explosion, a piece of metal or steel had struck him in the stomach. He didn’t have a chance; I’ve never seen that much blood before.” Rory cleared her throat and looked down on the pretense of flexing her wrist, hoping that Vaughn hadn’t seen the tears gathering in her eyes. “One of
Sark’s men called for an extraction and here we are…” Rory stood stretching her fingers as she walked the room, glancing outwards at the busy corridor, Jack and Carrie were still deep in discussion

“Rory,” Vaughn said softly. “I am sorry about Sark.”

“It’s fine,” she said quickly. “He means nothing to me.” Were those words true? She didn’t know. “Vaughn, he told me something, before he died.” She spoke quickly, for fear she wouldn’t be able to get the words out. ”He saw my mom, before the explosion, he said he saw her and that she was Julia.” The silence between them was deafening, Rory continued. “I can’t be sure, but last week, Sark’s house was attacked, it was the Tryst, we’re certain. We got out fine, but it was close. I didn’t give it much thought at the time, I thought I was just seeing what I wanted to see, but… I think I saw her there. I’m almost certain now that I did. If I knew her voice, maybe I could be sure but…” she shrugged as her voice faltered slightly. “I haven’t told anyone about her, I think it’s best if we don’t.”

Vaughn nodded then spoke. “I agree. I’ll tell Jack, but I think the fewer the people who know the better. We don’t want to spook her.”

There was a change in his voice, a hope Rory had not heard before. “How is Zack?”

Vaughn’s expression changed became graver. “He’s stable. There hasn’t been any real change. The doctors say he has improved, the swelling in his brain has pretty much gone away, but he still won’t wake up. The trauma… they say he’s giving his body time to heal, but if he doesn’t wake up soon, he may never.” Vaughn watched her carefully seeing the sting of his words reflected in her eyes, and expression. “You should go to him, sit with him for a while, I’ll page you if there is any news on your father.”

Rory looked hesitantly out the tiny window on the swinging door. “If he wakes or if anything changes…” her voice trailed off.

“You’ll be the first to know,” Vaughn assured her.

“I won’t be long,” Rory decided not wanting to leave her father at all, but she so desperately wanted to see Zack, it had been so long.
The corridors were busy as Rory walked towards the elevator. Tons of families were visiting their loved ones carrying flowers and brightly wrapped gifts. The mid afternoon sun was peeking through the windows flashing bits of light as she walked by. Her steps slowed as she neared Zack’s room. She stood in the doorway for several moments blinking back tears as she saw his face.

He looked so peaceful lying there, as if he was simply having a short nap. The tubes were gone from his nose and mouth, the only evidence of his illness, was the pulse meter clipped to his index finger and the heart rate monitors stuck to his chest. She walked towards him and took a seat in the chair next to his bed. It took her three tries before she grasped his hand
and the moment she touched him, her tears started to fall.

Have you ever loved someone,
But you waited just too long,
To tell them what you're feeling.


“Hi,” she whispered running her fingers softly over his, touching every possible bit of skin she could, it had been so long since she’d felt his touch. “I have so much to tell you, so much I need you to know… I don’t know where to start. I don’t know if you can hear me, I hope you can. I hope you can hear me telling you to fight this, to come back to wake up, we need you here. Your dad needs you and Vaughn and the god damned CIA needs you too,” she laughed bitterly at the sound of those words, but they were true. How many operations had failed or been affected in the weeks he had laid unconscious in this bed.

Maybe I was just too proud,
To say I love you right out loud,
Found the words I must believe in.
On this night, it holds us both within,
Set me free, oh let me live again.


“I need you.” She brought his hand to her lips and kissed his palm cradling it in her hands. “I need you so much, I can’t do this by myself, I don’t know how to, I don’t want to. So much has happened, My dad is hurt badly, Sark is dead, my mom’s alive, I saw her! I need you to come back for me. I need to hear your voice, feel your touch. I love you Zackary Weiss. I want to spend my life with you; I need you to come back, please-“ her voice broke off as she tried to suppress a sob threatening to come from within her. She let go of his hand and wiped her tears away.

It’s you and me tonight,
With these feelings we can't fight,
Just two people lost but maybe found together,
And if we make it through,
Then tomorrow find the truth,
You know I would fall,
I would risk it all,
Just for you.


She stood and took two steps towards the door to go before changing her mind. She walked to the side of the bed and nudged his body with a gentle heave, pushing him slightly. She lay down on her side beside him, tears falling down her cheeks once more. Her cheek grazed the stubble of his chin as she snuggled against him, inhaling his scent and wishing with all her heart that he would just open his eyes. She glanced up towards the ceiling and beyond. “God,” she whispered. “If tonight is the night for miracles, we could really use one down here, for Zack and for my father; I would be eternally grateful.”

Gotta find a way somehow,
Cause all we have is here and now,
It can’t wait until tomorrow.
If the morning comes too soon,
We’ll run away and chase the moon,
Like a dream well you must follow.
If you go, I wont be in your way,
In my eyes, is all I have to say.


She opened her eyes and leaned over to kiss Zack, her lips lingering on his hoping to feel something, anything. There was nothing. She closed them again; she would just lie with him for a few minutes before going back to her father, just a few minutes.

Have you ever loved someone,
But you waited just too long,
To tell them what you're feeling…

“I love you.”

*****************

Clara Hawthorne walked briskly down the corridor performing her hourly checks of the patients and recording their present vitals. It had been a busy afternoon with three new admittances into the critical care ward resulting in a delay in her rounds. They were short staffed as the holidays usually were and all the nurses were pulling more than their weight.
She stopped outside Zackary Weiss’ room pulling the chart from his door and knocked softly before entering. She was surprised to find he wasn’t alone. The girl was back. Clara hadn’t seen her in several weeks, but now she was back lying in the bed beside him, her head resting on his chest and her arm draped across his stomach. She smiled to herself, to be young and in love, she could only hope that this would have a happy ending, but in reality so many weren’t. She recorded his vitals then reached over and brushed a lock of hair off the girls face. Her cheeks were red and tear stained, her expression in sleep showing the exhaustion she must have felt. She knew she should wake the girl up, hospitals did have their policies and undoubtedly this went against one of them, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Some rules were just meant to be broken.

She checked the patients IV then leaned forwards noticing something strange, his cheeks were wet. She touched one feeling the dampness on her fingertips. They were tears. Seemingly they came from his eyes, she noted the tracks down his cheeks, but one never knew, they could have been the girls. She’d never seen it before, a man in a coma cry, was it possible? She made a notation on his chart, and then left the room quickly, the door banging behind her.

Rory sat up with a start groggily wiping the sleep from her eyes. She glanced around, forgetting momentarily where she was. What was that sound, had someone been in the room? She glanced down at Zack at his even respirations in and out. How long had she been asleep, she wondered with alarm checking the clock on the wall. Two hours! She could feel panic welling up inside her. Her father, she had to see her father. She rushed to the door then stopped abruptly turned back to Zack and kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips before heading out the door at a near run.

The moment the elevator doors opened to the emergency room, she knew something was wrong. She could see Jack ahead, his face grave as he spoke with a doctor. Vaughn was nearby and she called his name running towards him.

“We paged you have half a dozen times,” Vaughn said his face slightly ashen grey.

“What is it, what’s happened to my father?” She ignored Vaughn speaking directly to the doctor.

“His liver and kidneys are failing,” the doctor explained. “We are taking him to surgery, hopefully we can repair the damage, but I’ll be honest, his condition is very serious. It appears he was given several different narcotics that damaged his organs. We are running blood tests to determine what he was given, but it will be some time before we know.”
“Is he going to be alright?” she asked fearfully.

“We’ll do our best,” the doctor promised. “You can come up and stay with him for a few minutes while we prep for surgery.”

The waiting seemed endless, it wasn’t long, twenty minutes or so by her watch, but felt more like hours. She sat in a chair beside his bed, watching his face for any change, but there was none. A nurse poked her head into the room and Rory looked up, “we’re going to take him in just a min-“ her voice broke off as alarms began sounding from Will’s monitors.

“Daddy?” Rory shook his arm, “Daddy!”

“Stand back,” the nurse ordered. The tiny room seemed to fill with people in seconds, doctors, nurses; everyone was crowding around her father pushing Rory back. Her eyes darted first to the heart monitor, then the nurses performing CPR and the doctor preparing the crash cart. They shocked his heart once, then twice and still Will did not respond. Rory began to slowly back out of the room. She could feel the panic rising within her, her father was dying and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her legs seemed to overpower her brain. She knew she shouldn’t but, all she could do was run. She pushed through door after door, down corridors, past nurses and doctors to Zack, she needed to see him. Rory, opened the door to his room and entered, surprised to find it empty. An orderly looked up at her, startled to see Rory standing in the doorway.

“Can I help you Miss?” she asked.

Rory glanced around at the bare bed and the sheets bundled into the orderly’s arms. “Where’s… Zack?” she stammered.

An expression passed over her face, “I’m sorry…”

“No…” Rory backed away, her breath coming in gasps. She stumbled through the doorway tripping on her feet. She caught sight of Weiss out of the corner of her eye and froze. He was sitting on a hallway chair, bent over his head in his hands as he spoke with Zack’s doctor.

Zack was dead. This she knew for certain; his father was crying. She had never in the past months that she had known Agent Weiss, ever thought possible that she would see him cry. His son was dead, Zack was dead.

Rory turned and walked briskly down the hallway, she was on auto pilot. She could think of nothing other than getting out of the building and away from the destruction she had caused. Zack was dead and her father could very well be next and there was nothing she seemed to be able to do about it. He deserved better than her; so had Zack and in the end, she had gotten him killed.

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Nothing yet has really sunk in.
Looks like it always did,
This flesh and bone
Is just the way that we are tied in
But there’s no one home.
I grieve for you
You leave me
So hard to move on
still loving what’s gone
Say life carries on
Carries on and on and on


She walked until her feet ached and the sun had sunk low over the horizon. She walked the boardwalk and the beach through sand and waves trying to process everything in her mind. It seemed like hours, but after checking her watch she found that it had only been just over an hour. The shrill ring of her cell forced her to stop. It was Vaughn.

“Where are you?” Vaughn demanded.

“I had to get away…”

“You can’t keep running away, this isn’t like you.”

“My dad?” she held her breath awaiting his answer.

“He’s in surgery. It’s serious, but he is stable enough or they wouldn’t have gone ahead with the surgery. You need to come back; you need to be with him.”
Rory stood repeating his words over again in her mind. “No,” she said softly coming to a realization. “I know what to do, I know what he needs. I have to do this.”

“He needs you!”

“No, he doesn’t.” Rory wiped her eyes with the back of her hand her voice trembling as she spoke. “Don’t come after me Vaughn, don’t do anything. I have to do this.”

Rory closed her phone and then switched it off. Her decision was final and she had to follow through. She had brought nothing but pain and harm to her father since he had come back to LA with her; it seemed she’d done that to everyone. Sark was dead, then Zack. Cailynn was without a father and Weiss without a son. Now her father might follow that. She knew what she had to do.

Did I dream this belief
or did I believe this dream
Now I will find relief
I grieve
I grieve for you
you leave me


~ ~ ~

The street was quiet that was one thing she noticed as she walked down the empty sidewalk, her coat wrapped tightly around her, shielding herself from the cold. The houses lining the street sparkled from decorative lights adorning the porches and bushes. She held a scrap of paper torn from the public phonebook in her left hand, but she didn’t need it. She turned on to the main path and crossed the street, passing a single car as it drove past her. She paused on the sidewalk watching through the front window. The sign on the door was dark, but several people inside told her they were there as she expected. The twinkling lights of a Christmas tree flashed against the glass illuminating the room, the presents, some wrapped and some unwrapped resting nearby, children’s toys abandoned for dinner time and a dozen or so people sitting around a large table.

Rory approached the front door and hesitated twice before knocking softly. It was a few moments before a middle aged blond woman woman came to the door and opened it a few inches.

“I’m sorry we’re closed for a private function,” she said apologetically indicating to the closed sign.

“I know,” her voice shook slightly as an elder woman approached the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I need to speak to you, Marie.” She glanced first at the elder woman and then to her daughter. “To all of you really.”

“Do we know you?” the younger of the two women asked.

“No,” Rory shook her head. “We’ve never met.”

“I’m sorry,” the elder woman opened the door several more inches. “What is it we can do for you?”

“I need to talk to you about your son.” Rory’s throat seemed to close up slightly watching the elder woman pale, the pained expression on her face. “I know what you’re thinking, what you were told, but he needs you.”

“My son is dead, you must be-“

“William Daniel Tippin.” Rory spoke his name softly. “I know what you were told, that he died over 20 years ago in a fire, but he is alive. I won’t go into the details of why, but he needs you, now. He has been hurt badly he’s in surgery and I can’t be with him now. He needs you.”

Marie was visibly shaking and Amy gripped her mother’s arm holding her upright. “Is this true?”

Rory nodded. “I’m sorry, I know this comes as quite a shock but he had his reasons for not coming to you himself, I wouldn’t be the one to do it, if I didn’t think it was important that you be there for him. He needs his family.”

“Where is my son?” Marie’s voice was hoarse, her eyes glistened with tears

“He’s at Angel of Mercy, on the seventh floor. Please hurry, I pray it’s not too late.” Rory turned to go, and then stopped. “Don’t talk to anyone except Michael Vaughn.”

“Wait,” Marie held out her hand stepping down onto the step. “Who are you?”

“My name is Aurora, Aurora Bristow Tippin,” she said softly. “Please take care of my father.” Rory turned and left hurrying down the sidewalk and didn’t look back. "Merry Christmas."
 
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First off... shocked to get the pm. It's been a while for sure.

And second. You killed Sark and Zach!?!!! :O

Great job once again.

Do you by any chance have this fic on fanfic? If not have you thought about putting it up there? Much easier to update and people to keep track of there.
 
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