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Are You Insane?
by: Crimson Snow (Dru)
Disclaimer in Ch.1
Chapter.4
A/N: I said that there might be sarkney in next chapter but maybe in this chapter there'll be a little at the end. And sorry if this gets very mushy, i was reading this book today and one of the charecters was very sad and brooding about someone he broke up with and stuff.
~*~
A week after she had been brought back from India, she had met Vaughn and found out that he had been married but that hadn't survived and they got divorced when they had only been married for six months.
So, her and Vaughn started to have a thing.
A relationship and it was all good, but there was something missing that they both felt that hadn't been there before she went missing but neither one talked about it and just pretend that she hadn't disappeard and that Lindsey wasn't his child or that something was wrong.
She cared for him and all, she really did and he seemed to love her as much as he had always had, but she thought it kinda annoyed him that she didn't know who was the dad.
That's what she had told him, that she didn't know who was the father though she was pretty sure who it was.
Sark.
She hadn't seen him since she shoved him out her father's front door but now she had her own place, it was in the same street as her dad's house but you could only see the fron-lawn of his house if you were in her front-lawn so, she lived close but not too close.
She wondered where he was, probably went to her mothers house somewhere, she had a suspicion that he went to Russia but she couldn't be sure.
She was always telling herself that he was a assasin, enemy of the united states, working for or with her mother, that he really didn't care about her and that he wasn't her child's father.
Some part of her knew that at least the last two were not true but that was like 1% of her mind and the other 99% kept telling her to get real and move on.
When she heard songs that sounded familiar it would be more than 1% but then the other half, the bigger half told her that she hadn't heard these songs before or not for a long time.
She hated having this really big hole in her memory but maybe it was just meant this way, maybe she had been meant to forget so she could leave all that behind and start a new life with Vaughn and Lindsey.
Even though something was missing in their relationship that she couldn't quite put her finger on and her child would grow up to think that Michael Vaughn was her father and maybe, later in life would get the shock that she had been lied to her whole life about her father.
He had not been a CIA agent, but possibly a terrorist, assasin, enemy of the U.S.
She would maybe hate her mother and her so-called father that turned out to be not her father. Syd had no doubts that Vaughn would make a great dad but still all these thoughts plagued her.
She didn't want that for her child but what else was she supposed to do.
Find Sark and ask him for she didn't know, some blood to check if his matched Lindsey's.
Or maybe somehow get over some of his DNA.
Tell him that he might be her child's father.
What if she was wrong?
~*~
"She told you it was her aunts child but you didn't believe her? Are you sure it wasn't just her aunts child. Why are you so sure it's hers?" Irina asked the newly awakend Sark.
He had just arrived late the night before and had gone straight to bed.
His too big bed, meant for two.
Him and Syd.
He hated this, she should be there with him and her mother.
Okay, maybe just him and her somewhere away from everything and everyone.
Maybe on a white-sand beach somewhere, where there were no lights from city's or houses that made the stars diappear.
Where there was just ink-black sky with endless silvery stars, big & little.
Always good wether and deep blue, clear water.
A little house maybe there, too.
And if the kid was her's too, they could all three live there, she hadn't told him the child's name and why should she?
She still thought that he was the emotionally-empty Mr.Sark everyone else saw.
And when the kid had fallen asleep, they could turn out all the lights in the house and goes sit on the beach, drink wine and watch the stars together.
Okay, this had to stop, he was getting soooo mushy he wanted to throw up but all these thoughts were like super-glued to his mind.
Back to reality, telling Sydney's mother what had happend when he finally found her daughter after many months of serching everywhere.
"Yes, she said. Oh, it's not mine, If ya thought that. I'm just babysitting for my aunt. She's resting at home. This girl is really loud. That's what she said. I just thought it was weird that she thought she had to tell me it was not hers. All I asked her was whose child that was, I didn't even think that she might have given birth while missing. But from what I heard was that when she got her memory back she fooled the CIA, they took her, told them she wanted to go home and then she disappeard for a few months and they found her appearantly in India. What should we do, Irina?" He asked his boss, she was sitting in a plush, red seat in a library with big windows and she was looking out at the raining weather outside.
But she had been listening, he was sure of that.
"I don't know. Mybe we should just see if her memorys won't just come back to her without our interferance. Maybe we should just let her be, she's in good hands I'm sure. But I want you to keep and eye on her, or you know what I mean and as soon as The CIA or any other agency gets any smart ideas about her or that child, if it's her child, you pull them both out of there." She told him, as she looked at him with her hazel eyes (she has hazel eyes, right? ~ C) then went back at looking out the window to the rainy day.
~*~
"Hey, I was watching that, you know?!!" Syd told Sark, slightly annoyed when he sat down next to her and snatched the remote control from her and switched from Friends to CNN.
"Friends? I didn't think you watched that. How long has it been on anyway. Like 16 years or so." He asked her, as he hid the remote somewhere in the big , comfy navy-blue couch.
"9 years. The last seson will possibly be the tenth season but you never know. But then Buffy only had seven but there's still, Angel, I hope they get a fifth season. I don't think Buffy got that many Emmys but then again who cares about the Emmy. They always give the same, old shows awards never any new, fresh shows. Don't get me wrong, I love some off the shows that get those emmys but still... Okay, I'll stop now." She told Sark, who was just looking at her.
"You have a problem with the Emmys?" He told her, as she could swear that she was blushing as red as one of the comfy seats in her mother's library.
"Sorry, it's just I watched the last Emmys and I thought it would be okay but it sucked, or most of it did." (okay so, I have a little problem with the Emmys but who hasn't? ~ C)
"Okay, you wanna watch Friends you can watch Friends but you'll have to find the remote." He told her, amusement at her sudden outburst still showing in his eyes.
She attacked him and pushed him to the floor, to search under the couch-pillows, but he grabbed her hand and she fell with him.
On top of him.
And that was when they first kissed.
On the floor of the living room of Sydney's mothers house in russia, in front of the TV that was still on CNN. (remember that she has no memory of being a spy, she was just a young woman having fun with a cute guy she kinda trusted.)
Syd woke up and looked over to her side and saw Vaughn, asleep. She got up and over to Lindsey's crib and looked at the small, blonde girl sleeping like an angel, to the side was a stuffed giraffe.
After each of these, vivid dream-thingys she believed and hoped more that Lindsey was his child.
If these dreams were real, past memorys, that is.
In those dreams he seemed like he would be a great dad and he seemed like a great guy, when he wasn't working.
TBC....
*Okay, so the Sarkney action was in a dream but next time there will be Sarkney and it'll not be in her dreams. Please R&R and hope you enjoyed this slightly long chapter. ~ Crimson Snow, Iceland*
Are You Insane?
by: Crimson Snow (Dru)
Disclaimer in Ch.1
Chapter.4
A/N: I said that there might be sarkney in next chapter but maybe in this chapter there'll be a little at the end. And sorry if this gets very mushy, i was reading this book today and one of the charecters was very sad and brooding about someone he broke up with and stuff.
~*~
A week after she had been brought back from India, she had met Vaughn and found out that he had been married but that hadn't survived and they got divorced when they had only been married for six months.
So, her and Vaughn started to have a thing.
A relationship and it was all good, but there was something missing that they both felt that hadn't been there before she went missing but neither one talked about it and just pretend that she hadn't disappeard and that Lindsey wasn't his child or that something was wrong.
She cared for him and all, she really did and he seemed to love her as much as he had always had, but she thought it kinda annoyed him that she didn't know who was the dad.
That's what she had told him, that she didn't know who was the father though she was pretty sure who it was.
Sark.
She hadn't seen him since she shoved him out her father's front door but now she had her own place, it was in the same street as her dad's house but you could only see the fron-lawn of his house if you were in her front-lawn so, she lived close but not too close.
She wondered where he was, probably went to her mothers house somewhere, she had a suspicion that he went to Russia but she couldn't be sure.
She was always telling herself that he was a assasin, enemy of the united states, working for or with her mother, that he really didn't care about her and that he wasn't her child's father.
Some part of her knew that at least the last two were not true but that was like 1% of her mind and the other 99% kept telling her to get real and move on.
When she heard songs that sounded familiar it would be more than 1% but then the other half, the bigger half told her that she hadn't heard these songs before or not for a long time.
She hated having this really big hole in her memory but maybe it was just meant this way, maybe she had been meant to forget so she could leave all that behind and start a new life with Vaughn and Lindsey.
Even though something was missing in their relationship that she couldn't quite put her finger on and her child would grow up to think that Michael Vaughn was her father and maybe, later in life would get the shock that she had been lied to her whole life about her father.
He had not been a CIA agent, but possibly a terrorist, assasin, enemy of the U.S.
She would maybe hate her mother and her so-called father that turned out to be not her father. Syd had no doubts that Vaughn would make a great dad but still all these thoughts plagued her.
She didn't want that for her child but what else was she supposed to do.
Find Sark and ask him for she didn't know, some blood to check if his matched Lindsey's.
Or maybe somehow get over some of his DNA.
Tell him that he might be her child's father.
What if she was wrong?
~*~
"She told you it was her aunts child but you didn't believe her? Are you sure it wasn't just her aunts child. Why are you so sure it's hers?" Irina asked the newly awakend Sark.
He had just arrived late the night before and had gone straight to bed.
His too big bed, meant for two.
Him and Syd.
He hated this, she should be there with him and her mother.
Okay, maybe just him and her somewhere away from everything and everyone.
Maybe on a white-sand beach somewhere, where there were no lights from city's or houses that made the stars diappear.
Where there was just ink-black sky with endless silvery stars, big & little.
Always good wether and deep blue, clear water.
A little house maybe there, too.
And if the kid was her's too, they could all three live there, she hadn't told him the child's name and why should she?
She still thought that he was the emotionally-empty Mr.Sark everyone else saw.
And when the kid had fallen asleep, they could turn out all the lights in the house and goes sit on the beach, drink wine and watch the stars together.
Okay, this had to stop, he was getting soooo mushy he wanted to throw up but all these thoughts were like super-glued to his mind.
Back to reality, telling Sydney's mother what had happend when he finally found her daughter after many months of serching everywhere.
"Yes, she said. Oh, it's not mine, If ya thought that. I'm just babysitting for my aunt. She's resting at home. This girl is really loud. That's what she said. I just thought it was weird that she thought she had to tell me it was not hers. All I asked her was whose child that was, I didn't even think that she might have given birth while missing. But from what I heard was that when she got her memory back she fooled the CIA, they took her, told them she wanted to go home and then she disappeard for a few months and they found her appearantly in India. What should we do, Irina?" He asked his boss, she was sitting in a plush, red seat in a library with big windows and she was looking out at the raining weather outside.
But she had been listening, he was sure of that.
"I don't know. Mybe we should just see if her memorys won't just come back to her without our interferance. Maybe we should just let her be, she's in good hands I'm sure. But I want you to keep and eye on her, or you know what I mean and as soon as The CIA or any other agency gets any smart ideas about her or that child, if it's her child, you pull them both out of there." She told him, as she looked at him with her hazel eyes (she has hazel eyes, right? ~ C) then went back at looking out the window to the rainy day.
~*~
"Hey, I was watching that, you know?!!" Syd told Sark, slightly annoyed when he sat down next to her and snatched the remote control from her and switched from Friends to CNN.
"Friends? I didn't think you watched that. How long has it been on anyway. Like 16 years or so." He asked her, as he hid the remote somewhere in the big , comfy navy-blue couch.
"9 years. The last seson will possibly be the tenth season but you never know. But then Buffy only had seven but there's still, Angel, I hope they get a fifth season. I don't think Buffy got that many Emmys but then again who cares about the Emmy. They always give the same, old shows awards never any new, fresh shows. Don't get me wrong, I love some off the shows that get those emmys but still... Okay, I'll stop now." She told Sark, who was just looking at her.
"You have a problem with the Emmys?" He told her, as she could swear that she was blushing as red as one of the comfy seats in her mother's library.
"Sorry, it's just I watched the last Emmys and I thought it would be okay but it sucked, or most of it did." (okay so, I have a little problem with the Emmys but who hasn't? ~ C)
"Okay, you wanna watch Friends you can watch Friends but you'll have to find the remote." He told her, amusement at her sudden outburst still showing in his eyes.
She attacked him and pushed him to the floor, to search under the couch-pillows, but he grabbed her hand and she fell with him.
On top of him.
And that was when they first kissed.
On the floor of the living room of Sydney's mothers house in russia, in front of the TV that was still on CNN. (remember that she has no memory of being a spy, she was just a young woman having fun with a cute guy she kinda trusted.)
Syd woke up and looked over to her side and saw Vaughn, asleep. She got up and over to Lindsey's crib and looked at the small, blonde girl sleeping like an angel, to the side was a stuffed giraffe.
After each of these, vivid dream-thingys she believed and hoped more that Lindsey was his child.
If these dreams were real, past memorys, that is.
In those dreams he seemed like he would be a great dad and he seemed like a great guy, when he wasn't working.
TBC....
*Okay, so the Sarkney action was in a dream but next time there will be Sarkney and it'll not be in her dreams. Please R&R and hope you enjoyed this slightly long chapter. ~ Crimson Snow, Iceland*