Two Years
Chapter Five
“What did find out about two weeks ago?” Irina asks, knowing that something was off with her daughter.
“Um, I hadn’t been feeling well, and I never get sick. I kept putting it off for the first two weeks, but then Julian told me that I needed to go to the doctors. I went to a doctor, he wasn’t Covenant or CIA and I went in under an alias. He ran some tests, a couple of times because I made him do it again. But anyway, I found out that I was pregnant. He said that I was about a two months along, so, I had to stop taking blood.”
“What does Sark think about this?” she asks. Irina stares at her daughter for a moment. For a spy, Sydney was good, but her emotions are what gave her away most times. “You haven’t told him yet.”
Sydney shakes her head. “What am I supposed to tell him? If the Covenant ever found out, they would make me abort the baby. We have to go through with our plan sooner than I would have hoped. We could do it now. He’s bound to come right over here when we gets back from his mission. It would kill him, but then we go to phase two. What do you think?”
Irina takes a look at her daughter. She then goes over everything in her head. She nods, replying, “Yes, I think it could work. I have a few phone calls to make, after that we can get started. Get everything you need and put it in a small duffel bag.”
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Sark steps out of the Mercedes he drove around, since Sydney stole the keys to his Jag. He takes a look around making sure that no one was following, but he could care less at this point. There were a couple of police cars and a dozen or so police men standing around. He walks into the building as the doorman walks over to him. “Mr. Sark, its Miss Thorne,” he says in broken English.
“What about her?” Sark asks suddenly.
“She’s gone missing, Sir. The neighbors heard a struggle and then gunshots. There was blood everywhere.”
Sark takes off toward the elevator and then heads up to Syd’s apartment. Once there, he sees Cole standing there. Cole takes a look at Sark. “What’s going on Cole? What happened here?”
“Well, from the looks of it, Julia must have pissed some people off. We reviewed the tapes. It shows a bunch of people in black. We weren’t able to identify anybody. Neighbors heard a fight, some gunshots, then nothing.”
“What does that mean?” Sark asks. “Where’s the body?”
“There was no body. The place was trashed blood everywhere. There was a book on the coffee table, that is the only thing that seems to be untouched.”
Sark’s eyes go wide. Sydney and Irina’s plan, he thinks to himself. They did it earlier than I thought they would. Irina told me that she would contact me when things settled down. I wonder if Kendall knows about their plan. Sark walks over and picks the book up. “Um, you don’t need me here, do you?”
“No, I'll take care of everything. Why you taking the book?”
“Because it’s mine. I let Julia borrow it and since she is not coming back to get it, I'll just take it back. Um, if you find anything please let me know,” he remarks walking into the hallway.
“Sark,” Cole says, grabbing Sark’s attention. Sark turns and looks at his boss, waiting for him to say something. “I'm sorry about Julia. I know you guys were close,” he remarks. Sark briefly nods his head, letting some emotion be shown to satisfy Cole, to let him know that he wasn’t a total heartless bastard.
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Once in his car, he takes the paper cover off the book, only to see a letter folded with Sydney’s father name on it. He could tell from the handwriting that she had left him a letter. Sark pulls a cell phone, hidden under the dash and dials a number. “Kendall, I need to come to Los Angeles. I have something to give to Jack Bristow. No, I don’t care if he’s in solitary. Get me in to see him. Do you have a CIA jet in the area? All right, tell them I am on my way. I have to move fast,” he barks into the phone, putting back in place under his dash. Man, how he hated this double agent stuff. Sydney was much better at this than he was.
He heads to an abandoned airstrip that the CIA used, leaving the car and getting onto the awaiting jet. “Take off,” he remarks to the pilot. He takes a seat on the smooth leather couch, imagining Sydney was with him. He could almost see them having wild sex on the leather couches.
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Sometime later, he jolts awake as he pressure in altitude changes and he knew they would land soon. He buckles up, feeling the jolt as soon as they hit the runway. Once out, Kendall was standing there waiting for Sark. “What’s going on?” Kendall asks once they were in the safety of the black Lincoln navigator.
“Okay, Sydney and I ran into Irina a few months ago while we were on an operation for the Covenant. The two of them started formulating a plane to get Sydney out of the Covenant’s grasp. They didn’t know what it was going to happen, and I don’t know the details, but I get back to Rome after the last mission. Did you get the files?”
"Yes we did, thank you,” Kendall says nodding his head. Sark always thought he kind of looked like Mr. Clean with a bad disposition. He smirks at the revelation, but like it was anything new. He thought the same thing about a year and a half ago when he first him behind his glass cage. “And?”
“I was going to tell Sydney that I had given the Covenant fake files, but when I got to her apartment, there was police, Covenant people and our boss McKenas Cole there. It seems that Sydney and Irina put their plan into action a lot sooner than I would have liked. They were going to give me some warning, but I was away. Sydney was supposed to leave a book on the coffee table and that was the sign that she would contact me when it was safe. Right now, the Covenant just thinks that Julia pissed the wrong people off and they took revenge. She’ll contact you when it’s safe I suppose. She doesn’t want anymore of this spy felgercarb. I found this in the book. It’s addressed to her father. I know Sydney would have wanted me to hand deliver it to her father.”
Kendall nods. “But is Sydney all right?”
“I'd assume so, Sir,” Sark says, not really wanting to give anyway away. The last thing he needed was for Kendall to get on his ass about sleeping with his “golden girl” as Kendall once called her. Sark shudders at that thought and if he remembered correctly Sydney had done the same thing as well after hearing that.
They pull up to the jail and Kendall flashes his badge to the guard. The guard moves the car along and stops in the visitor’s parking. The two get out and head into the jail, guards flanking them on either side until they stop at a door. Sark turns to Kendall, “Go. He’ll be in shortly.” Sark nods his head, grateful that he was doing this. Sark walks into the room and takes a seat at the table. A side door opens and Sark gets up as a guard leads Jack into the room, shackles on arms and feet, beard and an orange jumpsuit.
“I heard you wanted to see me,” Jack says, his tone the same it always is when it came to him.
“I bring you a letter of peace from someone we both care about very deeply,” Sark says pulling the letter out of his jacket pocket. He hands it to Jack who accepts it slowly. Sark had no idea what Sydney had written in it, but from the look on Jack’s face it was something good.
“She’s alive and okay?” Jack asks taking a look at Sark.
Discreetly, Sark pushes a button on his watch as it beeps. “We have 90 seconds. Listen, you may hate your ex-wife, but Irina helped Sydney get out of the Covenant. The Covenant tried to brainwash her, but as we learned from Irina it was your Project Christmas training that saved her life. I don’t know where they are at the moment, but once everything calms down with the Covenant, she is going to contact me. I am sure that Sydney and Irina are going to try and get you out of here. I need to know if you were ever seen with Irina?”
Jack shakes his head. “No, the CIA didn’t even know I was talking to her. The photos that the CIA has of us, they had to be doctored. That is they only way,” he says as Sark’s watch beeps. “But she’s okay right? She’s taking care of Sydney?”
“Yes, despite everything she does have a love for her daughter,” Sark admits. “I have to head back to Rome. I managed to slip away from the Covenant, they won't think to highly on that next time I do so. If I hear anything, you will be the first person I call,” Sark remarks turning around and starts to walk through the door.
Jack stops him as he gets to the door. “Mr. Sark, do you love my daughter?”
Sark stops, he knew this was going to come up sooner or later. Sark turns and regards Jack. “Yes, Sir, I do.” And with that, he walks out of the room, leaving Jack to consider his words.
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About 2 and a half months later, Sark was walking out of another branch of the Covenant in London, taking as much time as he wanted getting to his car. Once there he takes a look around as he sees an envelope sitting on the passenger seat. He unlocks the car and gets in, picking the envelope up and pulling out the card that was inside. “Ireland house?” he questions reading the contents on the card. Sure, he had money and he had houses in basically every major city that he stayed in. He had nice apartments in Los Angeles, Rome, London and he had a house on the coast of New Zealand, in Sydney, Australia and in Ireland. The house in Ireland nobody knew about because it had been in his Grandmother’s name and it still was to this day.
He rereads the contents of the card, and then heads off to a private airstrip. Once there he sees that there was a jet waiting for him. He pulls his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dials a number. “This is Mr. Sark. Tell Mr. Black that I am taking a few days. I'll be back by Monday,” he remarks not waiting for a reply before closing his phone. He gets out of the car, and walking over to the plane.
“Mr. Sark, good to see you again,” a man says with a smile, an Irish lit coming from this mouth.
“You too Mr. Andrews. It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Sark asks.
Phillip Andrews had been in Irina’s employ since before Sark had been. He was a go to guy. He could do anything you asked of him, and at the moment he was a pilot. He had been like a father to Sark. Phillip walks up the stairs after Sark, pulling them up after him. “Irina told me that you’re pulling double agent duties for the CIA,” Phillip remarks. Sark nods. “Well, I'm sure you don’t want to sit here chatting. I'm sure you want to get back to that pretty little thing that’s been bopping around the house the last two months. Sydney, she’s a real doll, I'm telling you. Became fast friends with little Anne.”
“Yes, Sydney, does have that personality,” Sark remarks watching as Phillip nods his head and heads into the cockpit.
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They get to Ireland in a matter of hours. Once in the car Phillip turns to Sark. “You know, Sydney is going to be real excited to see you,” he says before taking off from private airstrip Irina owned. About 20 minutes later, Phillip hits a button and gates open to show a long driveway and a house, well, a mansion. The grounds were well kept and he turns to see the garden was also well kept. He took a moment to remember back to his childhood, running around the grounds with his mother chasing him.
The two men exit the car and Sark pulls on his sunglasses, nodding at Phillip as he brings the car into the garage. Sark walks into the house and into the dining room where Irina was sitting a bowl of soup in front of her. She looks up at Sark, eyeing him. Before Sark could open his mouth Irina called out, “She’s upstairs in your grandmother’s bedroom. She doesn’t know that you are on your way, it was a surprise on my part.” Irina watches as Sark and as he walks by her, taking his sunglasses off, she grabs him arm. He takes a look at her. “Be careful with her and don’t get too mad. She was going to tell you after your last mission but everything happened.”
He gives her a weird look, not really understanding what she was talking about. He walks past her and through the well-maintained kitchen. Through the kitchen, into a back hall there was a staircase. He takes the stairs two at a time, wanting to be with Sydney more than he could imagine. Once at the top of the stairs, he turns down the hallway and stops at a door at the end. He turns the knob slowly, pushing it open. He finds Sydney standing at the window, looking over the gardens and most likely the stream in the backyard. He looks her over, eyes widening as he thinks over Irina’s words. Sydney had her hand on the bump that would now be holding his future child. “Mom, I don’t want to…” she says turning to the door. His eyes meeting hers. “What…what…when…how…oh my God,” she finally gets out.
Sark chuckles. “Um, can you actually finish the sentence please? Or how about a hug?”
Sydney crosses the room in a few strides, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him to her. His lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. After pulling back, Sark takes a look at Sydney and then down to her stomach where the bump was. He then looks back up at Sydney, looking her in the eyes. “I'm sorry that I didn’t tell you. I found out about two weeks before I disappeared. I didn’t know how to tell you. I should have when I found out, but I didn’t know how. I'm sorry, so sorry, please don’t be mad at me,” she remarks. He brings his hand up and brushes the tears away from her face.
“I'm not mad, baby. Not mad at all,” he says. He brings his hand to rest on her stomach and smiles. “We made this little miracle,” he says tears coming to his own eyes.
“Yeah, yeah we did. I'm going to be a mom. That I can't believe it. Mom was a little weirded out when I first told her, but by the time we got here, she had absorbed it all. A day or two after we got here, I was lying out in the back by the pool. She came out and had tears running down her face. I stood up and wanted to know what was wrong. She just wrapped her arms around me and told me that she was so happy for me. Told me that she always thought that I would end up with Vaughn, but when she found out that Vaughn was married, she immediately dismissed that idea.”
“Married?” he asks.
“Yeah, they apparently got married a couple of months ago.”
“Come here, I want to give you something,” he says taking her hand and leading her out of the room and into another room across the hall.
“What are you doing? This is my mother’s room,” she says.
“Well, actually this was my mother’s room, so she can deal with it,” Sark remarks and smiles when Sydney lets out a laugh. He brings her over to where a dresser sat and pulls open a drawer from her jewelry box. He pulls out a ring.
“That’s my mom’s wedding ring. I have always loved this ring when I was younger. Mom would let me wear it when I was younger and me and Francie played house,” she says.
“Well, your mother gave it to me. She said that I could give it to my future wife when I finally found her. And right now, I think I have,” he remarks, wiping away tears that were falling down his face with the back of his hand.
“Julian…” Sydney gets out before the door to the room swings open and a woman walks in that Sark had never seen before.
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