Sydney struggled to get into a more comfortable position, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to move more than a couple of inches to each side and to turn her head and arch her back and crack her toes. She never was a very still person, so this was a hard thing for her to sit there, hour after hour, waiting for someone to come in her room or to help her out.
“Sydney?” a voice whispered in horror and disbelief. “A-are you okay?” A person had quietly cracked the door. Sydney turned her head quickly, trying to see who the person was, even if it was her mother, she still wanted company.
“Aunt Katya?” Sydney asked awed. She hadn't seen her in almost 15 years and the last time, she had been in jail for treason, but was found innocent. “What are you doing here?”
“I'm not supposed to be here, but you mother called me and told me that I was supposed to come and get you out and back to the hotel where your friends are hiding out.” Katya said.
“Do you have the keys?” Sydney asked. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with these chains on her. She couldn't help but trust the person that was standing before her, saying that she was going to get her out.
“Only, I need a favor.” Katya said hesitantly, “Irina believes that I am in Russia now, training new recruits for the KGB, but I love you, no matter what, and I will need to disappear somewhere in the world, after I help you out.” She said, almost cringing afterwards, anticipating Sydney's explosion.
“I'll help you, IF you prove yourself to me.” Sydney said firmly. She then looked expectantly down at her chained wrists and ankles and back at Katya. Katya took this to mean that Sydney wished to be unshackled.
“Sydney, I'm sorry that I haven't been to see you. I've been afraid to put your life in risk.” Katya apologized while she turned the key in each of the locks and gently helped Sydney to stand.
Sydney got up and walked around a bit, then started towards the door, motioning Katya to follow her. “Which way?”
“Right.” Katya made a gesture to go first, and Sydney stepped backwards a little bit, allowing Katya to slip by. Katya took off quietly, trying not to cause any noise that could cause suspicion and cause a guard to come looking. Sydney waddled behind, padding like a small kitten down the hallway.
“And just where do you think you are going?” Irina Derevko stepped into view and Sydney unconsciously recoiled from the sneer present on her mother's face. Katya fell as Irina slapped her across the face with the gun she held out in her hands.
“Irina, please, it's for the better good, to get her out, now.” Katya pleaded. She knew her sister was not one to plead with, but Katya took her chance. “Please, for your daughter's sake.”
“I'm sorry, but she's not my daughter, she's my lab rat and I will do what I please.” Irina said smugly, but as she stood looking superior over the two incapable women, Katya struck out, catching Irina by surprise.
“D***! You've been practicing!” Irina said, sounding surprised, as she jumped limberly back, almost as though she was expecting it, and as she blocked the punch Katya threw her way, she said, “But you forgot, I taught them to you.” Irina said as she sent Katya flailing back into a wall, and with a loud resounding crack, Katya's back slammed into the wall.
“But, I'm younger, and not gone through menopause.” Katya smirked as Irina snarled and tried to reach for Katya's throat. “Yes, dear sister.” Katya said as she turned and Irina's head whacked into the wall and she slid down the wall silently, struggling to stay conscious, “I have been practicing.” The last thing Irina Derevko saw was her sister's foot kicking her in the side of the neck, and her eyes shutting, against her will.
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Vaughn paced the room. Nadia watched him silently, curled up in Weiss's ample arms, tears still falling down her face, silently now, and Weiss stroked her hair, while Nadia played with the fingers on Weiss's right hand.
“GOD!! I'M GOING CRAZY! IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!” Vaughn snarled as he started to punch the pillow over and over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Jack, I'm sure Sydney will be okay soon.” Arvin Sloane lay a comforting hand on Jack Bristow's hand. Jack was staring off into thin air, not responding to anything. He had not eaten or drank anything since they had found out Irina and Sark had Sydney.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Katya turned to look at Sydney, who was leaning against the door frame, gripping it in a death grip.
“What is it?”
“I just went into labor.”