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Title: Goodnight
Author: Kristin (Me!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters that I don’t own. Oh! And Evanescence owns the song, “Goodnight” (the lullaby in italics throughout the fic. )
A/N: For now, this is a one parter. I’m not sure if I’m gonna make a fic to go with it or not. “Donate” your opinion on that, if you don’t mind.
A gentle breeze swept in through the open window towards the crib that held a small baby. The baby let out a small cry, needing to go to sleep for the night. His mother heard the familiar sound and began to walk to his crib.
Once she reached into the crib, the baby’s bright blue, tear-filled eyes peered up at her. After seating herself in the rocking chair, she sang to her newborn child.
“ Goodnight, sleep tight. No more tears. In the morning I’ll be here. And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes, because we said goodnight and now goodbye. We said goodnight, and now goodbye.”
With her softly sung song, the baby had fallen asleep. Sydney smiled down at her son. He reminded her so much of his father. She gently stood up with the light blond haired boy in her arms, and walked toward the window. As she came closer the setting son hit the gold band on her finger, causing it to glisten. She continued to hum the now familiar tune to her sleeping baby, as she gazed out the window.
It was a long time before that Sydney had ever felt safe. Even now she didn’t feel completely safe. Although she was no longer in the CIA, the possibility of Sloane coming after her were much slimmer, and she was far away from Los Angeles, she couldn’t help but feel threatened. She always felt like someone was watching her- someone from her past- someone who was forgotten.
Most of the time Sydney managed to push all those threatened feelings away. However, tonight it was different. This time she couldn’t make the feeling go away. It stuck with her. Something was going to happen.
Hearing footsteps in the room, she quickly spun around. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she saw her husband approaching her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently kissed her.
“What’s wrong, Sydney?” he inquired.
“It’s nothing, Julian,” she quietly replied.
Sark looked at her for a minute, before deciding to change the subject. “How’s Luke?”
Sydney peered lovingly at her sleeping son. “He’s fine. He just needed to go to bed,” She looked up at her smiling husband. “He reminds me of you more every day.”
“He does look like me, doesn’t he?” Sydney nodded after he spoke. “Somewhat of a pity, though.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because now he looks less like his beautiful mother.”
Sydney smiled up at him. “I love you, Julian.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Then, suddenly, he moved away.
“What? What is it?” Sydney hastily inquired.
Sark motioned for her to be quiet. He proceeded into the hallway, whispering for her to stay in the room with Luke.
Before he knew what was happening, a bullet seared into Sark’s chest. He fell to the ground, dying instantly.
Back in the nursery Sydney heard Sark’s body hit the ground. She placed her baby in his crib, saying a silent prayer for his life. Then she ran into the hallway to her husband’s body. She knelt above him, her eyes filling with tears.
“Julian,” she softly said his name as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She spoke his name as if she said it with enough pleading he’d come back and once again hold her in his arms. Instead, he remained lifeless on the floor.
Down the hallway armed men had their guns raised. The guns were all pointed at Sydney. However, she didn’t even feel their stares.
“Stand up,” one man ordered, and Sydney did as she was told. “Stay were you are. In a few moments some men will come towards you. When they are ten feet away, get on your knees and put your hands behind your head. They will not hurt you unless-“
Sydney didn’t want for the man to finish. She had to get back to Luke, she had to protect him. Gathering all her strength, she began to run. The men fired at her, a single bullet piercing her stomach. She fell to the ground, then continued to the nursery in an agonizing crawl. She stood up long enough to reach into Luke’s crib and gently take him out. Then she fell to the ground, causing him to wake up and cry.
She forced herself to prop up against the wall, and shakily rocked back in forth. The little baby continued to cry, so Sydney began to hoarsely sing.
““ Goodnight, sleep tight…. No more tears. In the morning,” she stopped for air. “I’ll be here. And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes… because we said goodnight… and now goodbye. We said goodnight…. and now… goodbye.”
At that moment, Sydney closed her eyes, but not before seeing she was not alone in the room. A pair of green eyes were staring at her in shock. She tried her hardest to remember who they belonged to, but she couldn’t remember. However, she knew they were the ones that had been watching her all along.
He whispered her name, but Sydney refused to respond. She kept her eyes closed, held her baby, and tried to get rid of the pain. It was then that Luke began to cry again. The wound in her stomach hurt too badly to rock him or hum to him. She could feel wet tears roll down her cheeks as the man in the room picked up her baby.
He began to sing the lullaby, ““ Goodnight, sleep tight. No more tears. In the morning I’ll be here. And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes, because we said goodnight and now goodbye. We said goodnight, and now goodbye.”
Sydney couldn’t figure out how he knew that lullaby. She couldn’t remember where she heard it, but she knew had heard it from someone who loved her. She sang it to Luke every day. Now she wasn’t sure she’d ever get the chance.
She heard more footsteps, and felt herself being lifted from the floor. She was placed into someone’s arms. Arms she could vaguely remember. They were strong, yet loving.
“We need to get her to a doctor- now!” the man holding her urgently spoke. Sydney felt a tear fall from his face onto hers, but she couldn’t tell why.
She was even more puzzled with every passing moment. She could feel herself being carried out of the room.
“So, you’re name is Luke William. That’s a nice name. My father’s name was William. He’s gone now, but he was a good man. I know you’re mom, Luke. She’s strong, and kind. She would’ve taken good care of you, and if she’s okay, I know she will. Until then, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. You’ll be safe with me. I promise.”
Tears rushed down Sydney’s face. She didn’t know how that man knew her, or why he promised her son to protect him. Sydney knew only one thing as she was gently placed into a helicopter. That one statement assured her that even if she died, her son would be all right, and that was enough for her to allow her to say goodbye.
Author: Kristin (Me!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters that I don’t own. Oh! And Evanescence owns the song, “Goodnight” (the lullaby in italics throughout the fic. )
A/N: For now, this is a one parter. I’m not sure if I’m gonna make a fic to go with it or not. “Donate” your opinion on that, if you don’t mind.
A gentle breeze swept in through the open window towards the crib that held a small baby. The baby let out a small cry, needing to go to sleep for the night. His mother heard the familiar sound and began to walk to his crib.
Once she reached into the crib, the baby’s bright blue, tear-filled eyes peered up at her. After seating herself in the rocking chair, she sang to her newborn child.
“ Goodnight, sleep tight. No more tears. In the morning I’ll be here. And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes, because we said goodnight and now goodbye. We said goodnight, and now goodbye.”
With her softly sung song, the baby had fallen asleep. Sydney smiled down at her son. He reminded her so much of his father. She gently stood up with the light blond haired boy in her arms, and walked toward the window. As she came closer the setting son hit the gold band on her finger, causing it to glisten. She continued to hum the now familiar tune to her sleeping baby, as she gazed out the window.
It was a long time before that Sydney had ever felt safe. Even now she didn’t feel completely safe. Although she was no longer in the CIA, the possibility of Sloane coming after her were much slimmer, and she was far away from Los Angeles, she couldn’t help but feel threatened. She always felt like someone was watching her- someone from her past- someone who was forgotten.
Most of the time Sydney managed to push all those threatened feelings away. However, tonight it was different. This time she couldn’t make the feeling go away. It stuck with her. Something was going to happen.
Hearing footsteps in the room, she quickly spun around. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she saw her husband approaching her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently kissed her.
“What’s wrong, Sydney?” he inquired.
“It’s nothing, Julian,” she quietly replied.
Sark looked at her for a minute, before deciding to change the subject. “How’s Luke?”
Sydney peered lovingly at her sleeping son. “He’s fine. He just needed to go to bed,” She looked up at her smiling husband. “He reminds me of you more every day.”
“He does look like me, doesn’t he?” Sydney nodded after he spoke. “Somewhat of a pity, though.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because now he looks less like his beautiful mother.”
Sydney smiled up at him. “I love you, Julian.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Then, suddenly, he moved away.
“What? What is it?” Sydney hastily inquired.
Sark motioned for her to be quiet. He proceeded into the hallway, whispering for her to stay in the room with Luke.
Before he knew what was happening, a bullet seared into Sark’s chest. He fell to the ground, dying instantly.
Back in the nursery Sydney heard Sark’s body hit the ground. She placed her baby in his crib, saying a silent prayer for his life. Then she ran into the hallway to her husband’s body. She knelt above him, her eyes filling with tears.
“Julian,” she softly said his name as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She spoke his name as if she said it with enough pleading he’d come back and once again hold her in his arms. Instead, he remained lifeless on the floor.
Down the hallway armed men had their guns raised. The guns were all pointed at Sydney. However, she didn’t even feel their stares.
“Stand up,” one man ordered, and Sydney did as she was told. “Stay were you are. In a few moments some men will come towards you. When they are ten feet away, get on your knees and put your hands behind your head. They will not hurt you unless-“
Sydney didn’t want for the man to finish. She had to get back to Luke, she had to protect him. Gathering all her strength, she began to run. The men fired at her, a single bullet piercing her stomach. She fell to the ground, then continued to the nursery in an agonizing crawl. She stood up long enough to reach into Luke’s crib and gently take him out. Then she fell to the ground, causing him to wake up and cry.
She forced herself to prop up against the wall, and shakily rocked back in forth. The little baby continued to cry, so Sydney began to hoarsely sing.
““ Goodnight, sleep tight…. No more tears. In the morning,” she stopped for air. “I’ll be here. And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes… because we said goodnight… and now goodbye. We said goodnight…. and now… goodbye.”
At that moment, Sydney closed her eyes, but not before seeing she was not alone in the room. A pair of green eyes were staring at her in shock. She tried her hardest to remember who they belonged to, but she couldn’t remember. However, she knew they were the ones that had been watching her all along.
He whispered her name, but Sydney refused to respond. She kept her eyes closed, held her baby, and tried to get rid of the pain. It was then that Luke began to cry again. The wound in her stomach hurt too badly to rock him or hum to him. She could feel wet tears roll down her cheeks as the man in the room picked up her baby.
He began to sing the lullaby, ““ Goodnight, sleep tight. No more tears. In the morning I’ll be here. And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes, because we said goodnight and now goodbye. We said goodnight, and now goodbye.”
Sydney couldn’t figure out how he knew that lullaby. She couldn’t remember where she heard it, but she knew had heard it from someone who loved her. She sang it to Luke every day. Now she wasn’t sure she’d ever get the chance.
She heard more footsteps, and felt herself being lifted from the floor. She was placed into someone’s arms. Arms she could vaguely remember. They were strong, yet loving.
“We need to get her to a doctor- now!” the man holding her urgently spoke. Sydney felt a tear fall from his face onto hers, but she couldn’t tell why.
She was even more puzzled with every passing moment. She could feel herself being carried out of the room.
“So, you’re name is Luke William. That’s a nice name. My father’s name was William. He’s gone now, but he was a good man. I know you’re mom, Luke. She’s strong, and kind. She would’ve taken good care of you, and if she’s okay, I know she will. Until then, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. You’ll be safe with me. I promise.”
Tears rushed down Sydney’s face. She didn’t know how that man knew her, or why he promised her son to protect him. Sydney knew only one thing as she was gently placed into a helicopter. That one statement assured her that even if she died, her son would be all right, and that was enough for her to allow her to say goodbye.