Someday We'll Know

Author’s note to start: This chapter came out seeming really confusing to me when I wrote it, so I shudder to think how confused it’s going to make you. I’ll just say that you’re really not supposed to know who’s a double agent or a triple agent or whose actually telling the truth. I tried to repeat points so you have plenty of time to adjust to what’s going on. Just get through the whole chapter and I think you’ll understand. If not, I apologize... :( Enjoy (I hope! ;) )...









Previously...

“I know. Isn’t that sad? A person like you should know by now that you can’t trust anyone.” Will poked her in the ribs again and made her sit down in one of the chairs in front of the Stephanie’s desk. He turned his attention back to Weiss. “I let them think I was willing to help them take down the Covenant and you two specifically. They practically handed me the keys to the building. Which is why I was in the position to betray them. And here we all are.”

Weiss walked over to Will and whispered in his ear, “There’s only one small problem to your plan, Will.”

Will gave him a confused look. Weiss pointed over at his girlfriend who was now aiming a gun in Will’s direction. “You didn’t take you own advice. Trust no one.”

Stephanie fired the gun.









Chapter Twenty-Eight


Stephanie smirked. “Exactly. Trust no one.”

Weiss clutched his chest in pain and hit the floor hard. Everyone went into action. Sydney drew a gun out of her jacket and pointed it at Stephanie. Will kept his gun trained on Sark, who was still lying on the floor. Stephanie had shifted her gun away from Weiss and onto Will as she inched her way over to where Sark lay. She placed a boot defiantly on top of his back, keeping him pinned.

“What the hell is going on?” Will yelled finally after they all spent a minute or two staring at each other’s guns and the situation at hand.

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Weiss said from the floor.

“Shut up,” Stephanie hissed at her boyfriend. “You were never the one in control of this situation. I can only carry you so far, Eric.”

“What is the matter with you?” Weiss managed to spit out even though his voice was getting a little shaky.

“Save your energy,” Stephanie said as she watched his eyes dip down. “You’re going to need it if you want to get through this.”

“That was not part of the plan,” Will reminded her. Hesitantly, he shifted his gun off of Sark’s pinned body and held it halfway between Sydney and Stephanie, prepared to move it in whatever direction was needed.

“The plan changed a long time ago, Tippin.” Stephanie looked over at Sydney. “And might I ask why she has a gun in her hands now? Were you going to double cross me, you naughty boy?”

Will ignored her question. “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone getting shot. I was supposed to lure Sydney and Sark here under the pretenses that they could take down your Covenant cell. Then, you were going to fix whatever the hell your doctors did to my head.”

Sydney looked over at Will in shock and betrayal. He hadn’t mentioned the fact that the Covenant knew he was coming. She had believed in him when he agreed to pretend to be turning her and Sark into Weiss and Conway. They were supposed to get the advantage from that. Now he was claiming that everything he was doing was just to fix his own little problem. She didn’t know whether to switch her gun over to pointing at him or keep it in its present position.

Without taking her eyes off of Will, Stephanie threw a length of rope at Sydney. Sydney let the rope hit her chest and fall to the ground in front of her.

“I need you to tie up Will,” Stephanie instructed. “That shouldn’t be a problem considering your friend was about to betray you. And Will, you shouldn‘t object considering you got yourself into this mess. Like we have all been saying, trust no one, honey.” When Sydney didn’t move, Stephanie added, “If you don’t, I’ll shoot your little man on the floor.”

Will and Sydney both realized that they really didn’t have any other options. Will lowered his gun and allowed Sydney to tie his hand securely behind his back. She took the little window of opportunity to take her last little glimmer of hope and whisper in his ear, “I still don’t believe that you’re betraying us, Will. We’ll get out of this.”

If there was any little bit of the Will she knew inside of the man in front of her, if he had been telling her the truth and the things he had just said were all an act, then he would be happy to work with her to get out of the mess they were in. She got no hint as to whether this hope was in the right or not.

Will just glared at her words.

“Now, Sydney, I need you to put this on.” Stephanie tossed two pairs of handcuffs over to Sydney. “Handcuff yourself to that radiator with one and to Will with the other. I don’t want either of you getting loose and trying to kill me. It doesn’t really fit in with my master plan.”

“And what is your master plan?” Weiss spit out. He was still leaning against the far wall, drifting in and out of consciousness. “Because I’d like to know.”

Stephanie smiled and waited to hear Sydney click the handcuffs in place. She lowered her gun and took her foot off Sark’s back. Walking over to Weiss, she began to chuckle. “You see, it’s a funny thing. I’m not going to tell you.”

She hit him across the face with the butt of her gun, knocking him unconscious. “Don’t people ever pass out from loss of blood anymore?” she asked the rest of her captives.

Sydney and Will just glared.

“Call it a moment of weakness, but I think I’m going to take pity on him. He really tried hard to be an evil genius. But hey! Some things just don’t work out.” Stephanie picked up the phone on the desk and hit a button. “Could someone come in here and get Eric Weiss to whatever appropriate medical facility is around?”

Within seconds, a pair of burly men came in and grabbed Weiss’s unconscious body without looking around the room. “They’re so loyal, aren’t they?” Stephanie said with a smile. She turned to tell the men exactly what she wanted done with Weiss.

Will took the moment to lean in a little closer to Sydney. “How are we going to get out of this one, Syd?” he asked.

She looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean how the hell are we going to get these handcuffs off and get out of this building?” When she continued to stare at him, he rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t really going to turn you in. You told me out there in the hall to make it seem convincing. Yes, the Covenant wanted me to lead you two into a trap. So, I made it seem like I was just following orders.”

“So you weren’t going to betray me?”

“No,” Will said with a smile. “I might be a little screwed up with my priorities right now, but like you said, the CIA managed to fix it so I have a little free will. I would never choose to put you through this, Sydney. Never.”

“Are you two done with your heartfelt chat?” Stephanie asked as she waved the two men away with Weiss’s limp but still breathing body. “Because I have things to do.”

Sighing as the door clicked shut again, she walked over to Will and stuck her hand into his jacket pocket. With a smile, she extracted the keys to the handcuffs Sark was wearing and jingled them in front of his face. “Thank you so much.”

Sydney couldn’t understand what had happened. Two minutes ago, their plan to take down Weiss and Conway was working like a dream. All she had to do was wait for a window and then fire off a quick shot to take down Conway. Will would have taken that as his cue to take down Weiss. And now Weiss was shot, she and Will were handcuffed to one another and a radiator, and Stephanie was letting Sark out of his pair of handcuffs. It was all too confusing.

“What’s going on?” she asked weakly as she watched Sark sit up and begin to gently rub where the handcuffs had dug into his wrists.

Stephanie began to laugh again. “You were never quick on the uptake, were you?” She handed Sark a gun, and he winked up at her as he hobbled to his feet. “I started out being truly sincere with dear Eric over there. He showed me that the righteous path of the Central Intelligence Agency was not as righteous as they would have liked everyone to believe. The true path was with the Covenant. And if he wasn’t unconscious and on his way to get medical care right now, I’d thank him.”

Stephanie sighed and sat down on the desk. “After a few weeks, I sort of realized that Weiss wasn’t really going to be the man I needed to get things done. I needed someone a little more brutal, a little crueler.”

“Description ring any bells, love?” Sark said with a sly smile.

“So, I got good ole Julian here to help me out. Turns out he didn’t really like his happy little life with you. Imagine that! Someone actually isn‘t willing to give up the world for Sydney Bristow.” Sydney stared at the man she loved who was looking so cruelly at her. The tears welled up in her eyes once more.

“Aw, don’t cry, Sydney,” Conway said with an exaggerated frown. “It’ll all be okay. I promise, we’re not going to kill you today.”

“I don’t understand,” she managed to spit out.

“I planted the idea of stealing Sark away from you and brainwashing him into Weiss’s head. He actually thought it was his plan. When we got Sark in our custody, it didn’t take me long to figure out that not that much brainwashing was necessary. He didn’t really want his normal life with you, Sydney. I pitched this plan. Let Will Tippin take all the heat for betraying you. When the perfect opportunity arises, we’ll just kill you all.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to kill Sydney,” Will pointed out.

“And I really thought you were on our side,” Sark said. “I told you a long time ago that if you did what I said, you wouldn’t get left out when the rewards were being distributed. But you couldn’t betray Sydney completely in the end, could you? You had to be her knight in shining armor once more.”

“Obviously you weren’t getting the job done.”

“Enough, boys,” Stephanie said, standing up. “You’re making me mad. And when I get mad, the only thing that calms me down is someone’s head on a platter.” She turned to look at Sydney. “I think I’m changing my mind. I don’t want you alive anymore. You annoy me too much with your innate goodness and your ability to make the whole world bend to your needs. I mean, it’s disgusting.”

“Shoot me, and get it over with then,” Sydney spit out. She had gotten control of her emotions, and now she was just pissed off.

“Oh, I’m not going to shoot you,” Stephanie said with a smirk. She turned to Sark. “He is.”

Sark took the gun in his hand and clicked the safety off.

“Julian?” Sydney said softly. Her voice was noticeable shaky as he pointed the gun at her. “Is this really what you want to do?”

“More than anything,” he said with a smirk. In an instant, he shifted his position and pointed the gun straight at Stephanie’s heart. “You stupid b****.”

The sound of the gun going off echoed through the room. Sydney and Will watched in amazement as Stephanie crumpled into a heap. It was almost as if the world had gone into slow motion, and nothing happening was real. After a moment, Sark reached down and pulled the handcuff keys off of her body. His face devoid of expression, he unlocked the cuff connecting Sydney and Will. Standing up, he walked over to where Sydney was attached to the radiator and crouched down next to her to unlock it.

Sydney rubbed her wrist and looked over at him. He was wincing in pain, but he was smiling at her. She touched the side of his face hesitantly and whispered. “Julian?”

He winked at her. “Don’t ever tell me that I’m not a good actor.”

She laughed and flung herself into his arms. When he gasped in pain, she pulled back and slugged him hard in the arm. “Don’t you ever do that to me again!”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he said. He turned to Will. “Are you all right, Tippin?”

“Yeah,” Will said. He was leaning over Stephanie’s body. “Nice shot. She won’t be as lucky as Weiss.”

Sydney nodded, understanding what he meant. Without taking her eyes off where Stephanie lay, she asked, “Now can somewhere explain to me where we stand? Who was betraying me and who wasn’t?”

“As near as I can tell,” Sark began, “the plan we went in with never really got betrayed.”

“I was pretending the whole time like I told you before. I guess the Covenant wanted me to lure the two of you in at the first possible moment. I wasn’t aware of that,” Will added.

“So, you were acting when Stephanie shot Weiss?” Sydney asked.

“I had no idea she was going to do that.”

“Did you?” she asked, turning to Sark.

“No idea. Like I said, I was making it up as I went. I figured the only way to get you two out of this mess was to pretend like I knew her master plan.”

“Oh, we were the ones in the mess, huh?” She rolled her eyes. “And you were just fine tied up on the floor with her boot digging into her back?”

“I had it under control,” Sark lied.

She rolled her eyes again. “So neither one of you meant to betray any of us. Stephanie did betray Weiss because she had developed a little thing for you, Julian. Weiss was just a complete moron and had no control of the situation. And I never shifted in my, and I quote, ‘innate goodness’. That about sum it up?”

“It’ll do,” Will said with a smile.

“Do you think we can go home now?” Sark asked. He was tired to talking.

“I think our job is done.” Will stood up. “Without Conway, this whole facility should just self-destruct as every little underling makes a power play for control. If that doesn’t happen, if someone actually does assume power, it shouldn’t be that hard to take them down again.”

Sydney was about to also express her desire to go home when a cell phone started to ring. Looking sheepish, Will reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. “Hello? What the hell are you doing call me now?” He paused. “Yes. It’s all over. No more Covenant cell.” Another pause. “A business proposition?”

Sydney strained to hear who was on the other end, but she couldn’t tell.

“That sounds mighty convincing, but I can’t say yes to you right now.” He paused again to listen. “I agree.”

Sydney looked at Sark in confusion. “Who is that?”

“I don’t know,” Sark said as he also strained to hear some sort of clue. “What I want to know is how whomever that is knew we had finished taking down the Covenant. Our mission has only been complete for a few minutes.”

Will snapped his cell phone closed. “Are you guys ready to go?”

“Aren’t you going to tell us who that was?’ Sydney asked as she and Will began to walk and Sark hobbled out of the facility.

“It would be better if you didn’t know. Anyway, I kind of like knowing that I have a secret from you.”

“Just as long as it doesn’t involve brainwashing, you can have any secret you want,” Sydney admitted.
The three walked over the destruction they had caused coming into the building with another word. There were more questions that still needed to be answered, but they were too tired to do that right now.






There’s only one more chapter left... :( I’m sad to see it go. But we’ll talk about that when I’m finished
 
Awww ... only one more chapter ??? thats sad need more than that ... you were right tho that was one cunfusing chapter ... but it was great un the less ... thanks for the PM ... more soon please
 
:jawdrop: MY GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHAPTER?!?!?!?!?! TELL ME THERE'S AN EPILOGUE (OR IS IT PROLOGUE? I FORGET?)! Okay now you really need to have Sydney tell Sark she's Pregnant!!!!!! Man that was an EXCELLENT CHAPTER!!!! Lol! Stephanie Conway having a crush on Julian Lazaray! :rolleyes: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASSSSSSSSEEEEE MAKE IT A HAPPY ENDING!! :nervous: I've read the fic youve recently started and I think its GREAT!!! I've said it once and i'll say it again: UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! UPDATE SOON!!! :jump: :poke: :Please: (Thanx for the PM!)
 
AWESOME chapter..One more chapter *sobs*, I hope it's a happy ending.I love the twists in this chapter, I couldn't figure out who betrayed who, it was brilliant.Dying for the next chapter.
Thanks for the PM.
~Rach~
 
Oh my gosh - that was just great! You didn't know for a while who was playing who - and whose side everybody was on...

...in fact, there are still some questions in the air.

Great chapter - I can't wait for the last one *even though it makes me a little sad to think about!*
 
WOW that was damn good...excellent...I thought I was gonna have a heart attack if Sark were bad...when is Syd gonna tell him?! geeze laweeze.... ;)

I can't wait for your next fic!

Thanx for the PM!
 
Ohh My God!!!!!!!!!

I can't believe that there is only 1 chapter left!!!!!

I love this story soooo much and will be sad to see it go!!!!
(great chapter by the way)
 
Yay! Stephanie won't be as lucky as Weiss ... die, wench die! :D

For one cruel second, I really thought Sark might have turned but then I realized this was the next to the last chapter and you wouldn't do that ;) I guess I got wrapped up in it which is good of course! :D I can't wait to find out Sark's reaction to Syd being pregnant ... because she has to tell him now, now or never, right? :D

Can't wait for the next update even if it is the last one :(
 
One. More. Chapter?!?!?! it's so sad. :( this story is so good. why does it have to end?

anyways... great chapter! Sark scared me there for a second. it's too bad Conway isnt gonna have the same luck as Weiss. *evil grin*

update soon and thanks for the pm.
 
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Only one more chapter. I'm sad to see it go, oh well. Please tell me if there is a second story. Thank you for the PM.
 
Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sark played with the ring box in his hand as the cab made its way to Park Avenue. Sydney didn’t know he was coming home today. He was supposed to be in the hospital for at least the rest of the week according to the doctor‘s first prognosis. So, she had no idea he was coming. Because of this, if the cab driver didn’t pick up the pace, there was a good chance she wouldn’t be in the penthouse when he arrived. She was supposed to bring him lunch today. If he didn’t catch her, she’d get a not too nice surprise when she finally goes to the hospital and finds out he’s no longer there.

“Hurry up,” he growled at the cab driver who just tipped his chin at Sark in a rude gesture.

Sighing, he tried to make himself relax as he returned his attention to the box. He wasn’t sure if it was the right time to ask Sydney to marry him, but the box was burning a hole in his pocket. There had been a lot of thinking going on as he lay in that hospital bed. There was nothing else to do but think. He knew that he hadn’t returned to being the man who had first asked her to marry him, but if she gave him the chance, he really wanted to try to become that man again.

“We’re here, buddy,” the cab driver growled. “That’s ten-fifty.”

Sark handed him a twenty and got out of the cab.

“Hey, mister!” the cabbie yelled.

Sark turned around and looked at him.

“You forgot your cane.”

He opened the door and grabbed the long wooden stick out of the backseat. “Sorry. I’m new at this whole cane thing.”

“No problem. Good luck with whatever you have in that ring size box. You‘re probably going to need it as much as you need that cane.” The cab driver sped away the second the door was closed.

“Wanker.” Sark glared down at his cane. “I think I hate you already.”

“Mr. Julian!” called an extremely excited voice from behind him.

“Hello, William,” Sark answered. He was genuinely pleased to see the doorman once more. “How are the grandchildren?”

“Doing just fine, Mr. Julian. How are you?”

“I’ve been better. The cane’s only temporary, so I think I’ll get through it.”

“Do you want me to let Miss Sydney know that you’re on your way up?” Sark smiled to himself, thinking about how great William was. The man never asked questions, and he had seen a lot of questionable activity coming from him and Sydney.

“No. It’s a surprise.”

William nodded, and Sark walked into the lobby. It was nice of William to unconsciously ease his fears about Sydney not being there. If she wasn’t in the penthouse right when he got there, he had a feeling he would weasel out of proposing to her. He didn’t like the fact that he was giving up control of the situation. It wasn’t something he was used to.

He waited patiently for the elevator to rise to the penthouse level. When it did, he stepped out and took in his surroundings. It looked exactly as he had remembered it when he was cooped up in a small hospital room. He hadn’t really expected anything to be different, but his nerves had allowed his mind to play out every possible scenario. One of those scenarios is the fact that Sydney decided she didn’t want to be with a gimp like him and had already redecorated their home and replaced him with another man.

That definitely wasn’t his favorite imagined outcome.

There was faint music coming from the kitchen which made him smile. And that was when the nerves really kicked in.

“Anyone home?” he called, knowing the answer.

Sydney popped out of the kitchen immediately and stared at him. “What are you doing home? You’re supposed to be in the hospital.”

“The doctor said I could come home, and I wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised?”

As an answer, Sydney ran across the room and into his arms with a small squeal of glee. “I take it you missed me,” Sark said.

“Let’s not do that whole crazy spy thing ever again. It always ends up with one of us hurt,” she mumbled, her face buried in his chest.

“But it’s the only thing you and I enjoy,” Sark pointed out truthfully. “And I don’t think either one of us could actually give it up even if it was what we really wanted.” Smiling, he walked over to the couch and sat down gently.

“How is your leg feeling?” She took a seat next to him and cuddled into his arms.

“It’s okay. The doctor said I should only have to use the cane for a few months.”

Sydney looked at him funny. “You’re uncharacteristically short of words, Julian.”

Taking a deep breath and drumming up a little courage, he smiled at her. “I guess that’s because there’s something I want to talk with you about.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Depending on your perspective, nothing... or something.” He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so that she was sitting facing him. She looked at him confused as he grasped her hands in his. “Listen, Sydney. I know that the situation between us hasn’t exactly been of our choosing. These things just happen. Life’s little surprises, and all that.”

The look she gave him conveyed shock and anger at the same time. It was very puzzling for him to interpret so he just moved on. “I know I might not be the man you loved when this all started, but I guarantee that someday I’ll be that man again. I love you, Sydney, and I’ll do everything I can to make this situation right.”

He drew the box out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Will you marry me?”

She looked down at the ring, up at him, and back to the ring several times while trying to find the right words. He saw her furrow her brow in thought.

“I was hoping your answer wouldn’t take this long,” Sark said, trying to cut some of the tension that had been rising up inside of him. He had never been more nervous in his life.

“Are you doing this out of obligation?” she asked him very carefully after a moment.

He looked at her, bewildered. That was not the reaction he had thought she was going to have. He didn‘t think anyone had ever reacted to a marriage proposal with that question. “Obligation?”

Sydney paid him not attention and just kept talking. “Which one of them told you? Was it my mother or my father? I bet it was my mother on the plane. I told her not to tell you. How could she tell you? I said I would do it when the time was right. I can’t believe she went against my wishes. I said I knew what I was doing. That it was still safe for me to be going on the missions that I did. I can’t believe she didn’t believe me! Why didn‘t I hear her tell you? I mean, I was sitting right there on the plane. God! Why is she so sneaky sometimes?”

“What are you talking about?”

Again, she ignored him. “Or maybe it was my father. I mean, he’s the type of person to threaten you until the only option you think you have is to tie yourself to me permanently. It’s so typical. He’s such a bully sometimes. I should have known he’d do something like this! Plus, the whole fact that he told me he likes you should have tipped me off.”

“Your father actually likes me?”

She ignored him for a third time. “He knew you were going to do this. I bet he made you feel obligated. I am going to kill him.”

“Again, an explanation, please?”

She turned to look at him for the first time since she started rambling. “So, which one was it? Which one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“That I was pregnant,” she said, frustrated and annoyed with him. She gave him one of the coolest glares she could muster up.

Sark’s face drained of all color, and his mouth fell open.

Sydney eyes widened as she suddenly realized she might have made a mistake. “They did tell you, right?” she asked hesitantly.

Sark shook his head and stood up. He began to silently pace slowly back and forth across the room with his cane. If Sydney weren’t so scared, she would have laughed. The sight of a man using a cane trying to walk across a room multiple times was kind of funny. It just wasn’t something that was seen every day.

“You’re pregnant?” Sark paused and asked halfway through a pace. When she nodded, he began to walk across the room again.

She tried to push her fear down and got up. It was time for her to prove to herself that everyone was right when they called her incredibly brave. Walking over to block him from pacing, she looked him in the eye. “Is something wrong, Julian?”

“Is something wrong? You’re asking me if something’s wrong.” He looked at her intently. “Did you expect me to be happy about this?”

Her heart felt like it was ripped from her chest. She had imagined the worst case scenario when she told him. The reality was twice as worse as she would have imagined. “I don’t know what I thought,” she said sadly.

He turned away from her and stared out the window. They stood in silence for a few minutes, both not knowing what to say next.

Sark whispered something, but Sydney couldn’t make out what it was. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m not the kind of man who should be a father,” he said softly.

She was able to ask him what he meant by that when a few things clicked into place in her head. At that moment, Sydney realized that he had turned away from her not because he was angry or upset but because he was ashamed. “What do you mean?”

Sark turned to her. “I’m the type of guy people warn their children to stay away from, Sydney. I’m a murderer and a thief. I’ve ruined the lives of countless people and countless families. Hell, I’ve almost ruined your life on countless occasions. I’m still unconsciously screwing everything up for you. I cause pain, not joy, and I can’t seem to change that no matter how hard I try. I’m practically a mercenary, bent on destroying anything good I come across.” He shrugged and turned away from her again. “In short, I’m no good.”

She laughed and placed her hand on his arm. “You’re right. You used to be all of those things and more, Julian. But that was a long time ago. And even if that hadn’t changed, you would still have made a wonderful father.”

“A murderer would make a wonderful father?” He turned back to her again.

“This murderer would have.” She grabbed his hand. “I don’t care who you were or who you are. The only thing that matters is how you make me feel. And I have never loved someone as much as I love you. Because of that, I know that this baby is going to have the greatest father in the world. Nothing you have done or will do can change that. Not in my mind.”

He just watched her for a few moments before pulling his hand out of hers and placing it on her stomach. “There’s a baby in there?” he asked.

She giggled. “Yes. That tends to be where they’re located.”

“My baby?”

“Our baby.” She looked at him nervously. “Are you unhappy about that?”

He shook his head. That was when Sydney noticed his eyes were welling up with tears. “Are you okay? Is it your leg?” she asked rather thickly.

“I’m going to be a father,” he said, smiling at her. “I’m finally going to get a chance to prove that I’m nothing like my father was. Things can be different. I know they can.”

“Well that was a fast shift to optimism,” she said, scrunching up her nose.

Sark laughed but then quickly sobered. He narrowed his eyes at her. “How long have you known?”

“Just since right before the Covenant took you. I didn’t want to tell anyone until I had you back.”

“So you’ve been pregnant through all the felgercarb we’ve been going through the past few weeks?”

“Yes,” she said hesitantly. She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this line of thought.

“You risked your health and the baby’s health?”

“I knew what I was doing. It was early on in the pregnancy. The things I was doing weren’t affecting the baby. And I was careful, too. I had my mother and father watching out for me.” She paused and gave him a funny look. “You know you’re going to be an amazing father.”

Sark pulled her close to him and kissed her lightly on the mouth. They stood like that for a minute until Sydney pushed away from him. “Wait a second,” she said. “If you didn’t know about the baby, then why were you proposing?”

This time it was his turn to laugh. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, you idiot.”

“Oh.”

“So, does that mean you want to marry me?”

“Now that I think about it, it might be a good idea considering what’s going to be showing up on our doorstep in less than seven months.” She grinned at him. Not wasting a moment, he pulled her into another kiss, this one a little more heated than before.

Their celebration was cut short by the sound of the elevator doors sliding closed. “Were you expecting someone?” Sark asked. “Are you already carrying on torrid affairs even before we’ve gotten married, Sydney Bristow?”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, tugging him into the living room. There was a slight pause in her step as she recognized Anna Espinosa standing in the middle of the room. “Hello, Anna,” she said cautiously moving into the room. “What brings you here? Without calling? Or any sort of heads up?”

“Two things,” Anna answered coolly, not at all surprised by the fact that Sark was out of the hospital and home. “One, your mother told me that Julian was getting his memory back. I’m sorry I could not come sooner to see that he was alive with my own eyes. You know that I have always been one to get wrapped up in my job.”

“Since we were little,” Sark said with a smile at the memories it brought back.

“By the way, nice job on kidnapping him in Tokyo, Sydney.”

“It was nothing,” she said waving it off. “Have a seat.”

Anna sat down on one of the leather chairs. “So, how are the memories coming, Julian?”

“Not too bad, Anna. I’m almost back to normal.”

“Good,” she said genuinely.

“What was your second reason for coming here?” he asked, getting back down to business.

“I have a job offer for you two.”

“A job offer?” Sydney said, surprised at what she had said. “But Sark has his own business dealings and I have my clothing company. You know that. We don’t need jobs.”

“You don’t need day jobs,” Anna corrected. “But you can’t deny that you wouldn’t love being back in the spy world again. These past few months have been hell on you two, I’ll admit to that. But at different times, you both were having the times of your lives. The thrill of firing a loaded weapon, of breaking a man‘s leg with only your bare hands, of exploding a car. Who needs a boyfriend when you can be a spy?” Anna smiled at them wickedly.

When they stared back at her with weird looks, she added, “Okay. Maybe that whole leg breaking thing is just me.”

“Where are you offering us a job?” Sark asked, trying to steer the conversation back to a more kosher topic.

Sydney was the one who answered. She had begun to put two and two together, and she was getting an answer she didn‘t really like. “It’s my mother, isn’t it?”

Anna nodded.

“Your mother?” Sark asked. “Why does Irina always have to have something to do with everything?”

“She’s been setting up an organization,” Sydney explained. “I didn’t stop her because it was better than having her out there doing evil. Trust me. Life is not fun when your mother’s a criminal mastermind. Basically, her organization is the same as SD-6 if it was really affiliated with the government. Anna here is her top agent.”

“When did all this happen?’

“While you were going through your amnesia stage,” Anna explained. “Irina contacted me, and the offer seemed worthwhile. You know I’ve been a free agent since you and Irina took down K Directorate. Which, by the way, I never thanked you for making me unemployed.“ She glared at him but then returned back to her natural cool-headed state. “While you two have been off doing your little Covenant take down thing, Irina managed to get the CIA Director’s approval. Her organization is part of the CIA now. Although no one will ever know that.”

“And you want to offer us jobs?” Sydney asked.

“Irina also talked to Marcus Dixon when she was getting her organization sanctioned. The Director gave him final approval considering he’s extremely familiar with your mother. Dixon made the condition that your mother had to have at least five agents working for her that he trusted. She only has three agents right now, myself included.”

“So you need us if this is going to happen?” Sark asked.

At the same time, Sydney asked, “Who are the other two agents?”

Anna chose to answer Sark first. “Yes, Irina needs you both if she’s going to do this. Personally, I don’t think you should hesitate. I mean, the sheer fact that your mother is trying to lead an honest life should propel you towards wanting to help as much as possible. As you said, your life is a lot easier if she’s working on the side of good. And, as for your question, Sydney, I’m surprised you haven’t guessed who my colleagues are yet.”

She looked at Sydney and Sark expectantly. When both of them continued to look confused, she sighed. “Sometimes I wonder why your mother thinks of you two as good agents. I mean, you can’t even do simple detective work.”

“Just tell us, Anna,” Sark said through his teeth. She might have been his best friend during their childhood, but she was also second on his list of people who could infuriate him the most. The first place spot was reserved for his soon to be wife.

“Your mother got Noah Hicks to agree to work with her when you two brought her into the CIA facility. That’s what she was doing when she disappeared for those few minutes. And she called Will Tippin right after you three took down the Covenant. Seeing as he doesn’t exactly fit in anywhere right now, he agreed to work with us.”

Anna stood up abruptly and made her way to the elevator. “I’ll let you two think about it.”

“We’ll do it,” Sydney blurted out. She saw Sark turn to look at her incredulously. “You know you want to say yes. We could discuss this for hours on end, but we‘d both still come back to the same conclusion. Our lives just aren‘t normal if they don‘t have some sort of abnormality in them. I don‘t think we can survive without it. Or at least I don‘t think we could be happy without it.”

Sark held up his hands and took a step back. He knew when it was the correct time to argue with Sydney and when the best possible decision was just to let her speak.

“Here are our terms, and I’m sure my mother will agree to them,” Sydney said. “First, we get to veto going on missions. If either one of us isn’t comfortable with it, we’re not going. Our lives are still going to be as normal as we want them. Two, I will not be going on missions for at least ten months from now. I have a prior engagement that will be taking up most, if not all, of my time.” She winked at Sark. “Third, I get to tell Vaughn, Marshall, and my father what we’re doing. I am not keeping anyone I care for in the dark about my life from now on. I did that before. It was not fun. I won’t be doing it again.”

She walked over and took a seat next to Sark on the couch. “Anything else?” she asked him.

“No, I think you covered most of it.” He smirked at Anna while slipping his hand into Sydney‘s again. “So how’s the dental plan?”



THE END



And I do believe that a third addition to the series might be popping up sometime down the line... :smiley:
 
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Need I say more? :blush: Oh well i'll say a bit more. THAT WAS A FREAKING GREAT LAST CHAPTER! :rockon: :happydance:

And I do believe that a third addition to the series might be popping up sometime down the line... 
Yay! Does that mean another sequel thingy!?!?!?!? :woot:
 
Wonderful ending..Loved the rambling Syd did when he proposed..lol and the last line about the dental plan hehe..Awesome story, and please keep me on the list if you do a sequal to this..Thanks for the PM's.

~Rach~
 
“Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, you idiot.”

That line made me chuckle....but anywho....

Awesome ending....I completely loved it! :blush: (y)

There MUST be a part 3!! PLEASE!!!
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Thanx for the PM!
 
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