Illusion Of Sin

Wow... just wow! I'm new to the wonderful world of Alias and came across this fic earlier tonight, and I must say I'm glad that I did. It has everything I love in a fanfic: tension, angst, love... I could go on and on. Please update soon! PM me when you do too :smiley:
 
It's been so long since the last chapter, honestly, I nearly had a heart attack myself. The last chapter was posted in January, I can't believe it's been that long, and I've left you all hanging for so long, I'm so sorry! I've had a difficult time writing, it's been a slow process, and I am hoping my readers will/have stuck with me through it all.

And thank you to my fabulous Beta, Bev. And Thank you everyone for your comments for the last chapter and welcome to all my new readers, I hope you continue to enjoy this story!

Previously in Illusion of Sin, Will told Rory that he was in fact not her father, but Sark was. She ran off and Vaughn found her on the pier where he made her realize what she already knew, blood didn't make a man a father. She visited Zack, who is in a drug induced coma and told him that she loved him. Rory returned home to find her father missing.

Illusion of Sin
Part 17: Father-Daughter


It was barely dawn as Vaughn rounded the street curve with Zack’s dog. After leaving Rory at the pier, he’d gone and picked Snickers up so Weiss could give his son his full attention without worrying about the dog.

Needless to say, it was difficult to sleep and he’d wanted to return to the hospital to be with Zack in case anything happened. Eric was optimistic about his son’s recovery and didn’t want Vaughn’s presence to hinder it. It wasn’t that Vaughn was pessimistic about Zack, but he’d been in that position too many times to get his hopes up, or to encourage Eric’s. According to the doctors, Zack’s chances at a full recovery were not good.

Suddenly, Snickers barked and the golden retriever took off tearing the leash from Vaughn’s grasp. Realizing that it was Rory Snickers saw, Vaughn ran after him. Rory sat on the front steps of his porch, her face tear-stained and mascara-streaked. She barely acknowledged Snickers as he nuzzled her neck and showered her it with his sloppy kisses.

“Rory, what is it? What happened? Is it Zack?” She shook her head. To him, she seemed almost numb, her face devoid of emotion, of any sign to tell him what was wrong.

“They took my Dad; he’s gone.” Rory stood and walked down the last few steps. “Vaughn, there was blood…on the carpet, the couch…handprints on the wall…”

“Rory-“

“I don’t know if it’s his. I don’t know how to find him, where to look… and they called and said they had him, but I don’t know who and I don’t know where-”

“Rory,” Vaughn interrupted her fearful ramblings.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll find him. I promise you Rory, we’ll find your dad.” Vaughn squeezed her shoulder gently. She wasn’t crying and her voice was flat and cold. She was completely exhausted as well as defeated.

Vaughn seemed genuine, but Rory couldn’t sway the doubts and fears which arose in her mind. What if they never found her father, what if he was injured, or worst of all, what if he was already dead?

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Rory tossed the ball for Snickers; he glanced at her curiously for a moment disappointed by her half-hearted attempt, then bounded after it, only a few meters away.

In the nine days since her father was taken, there was nothing for Rory to do but wait, and that made her feel helpless, worthless even. Vaughn delved into the search for Will, trying all his contacts, most of them non-CIA sanctioned, but turned up no leads. It wasn’t as if Vaughn wasn’t trying. He’d been working himself hard, with little sleep, but it was as if Will Tippin simply disappeared into thin air. The CIA added a few agents to search for him, but with such little information, they didn’t have much to go on. Rory tried to help, but she was refused by both Jack and Vaughn due to her medical leave and personal connection.

She’d been through a great deal in the past few weeks and it was taking an emotional toll. When Dixon put her on medical leave two days ago, he’d cited emotional repression as one of the reasons. There was some truth to his words. She wouldn’t deny it. The day before she’d cut her finger making a sandwich and stood there, watching the blood drip down her finger and into the sink, feeling nothing at all. She’d seen so much blood in so little time; too much.

Snickers brought the ball back to her and dropped it on the grass by her feet. His tail pounded the ground repeatedly as he waited for her to throw the ball again. Her retrieval was slow, but she tossed it once more, landing only a foot farther than her last attempt. Nevertheless Snickers bounded after it, his playful puppy side in full front.

“Aurora?”

She recognized his British accent from the first syllable of her name. She turned around rapidly and lunged at him, but Sark was ready and flipped her on her back easily. The breath knocked out of her, Rory only felt mild discomfort as Sark held her down, not applying enough force to cause her any pain and mindful of her broken arm.

“Where is my father you sonofab****,” Rory demanded, struggling against his hold. “I swear to God, if you’ve hurt him…”

Sark loosened his hold slightly. “I don’t know where Mr. Tippin is, Aurora, but I do know that he was taken.” In an unspoken agreement, Sark let go of Rory and helped her stand. “If you’ll allow me, I will help you find him and explain why your mother and I decided it best he raise you and what happened to her.” He held out his hand. “Your mother needs your help Aurora. You may be the only one who can save her.”

Rory felt Snickers next to her nudging her hand and showing her his concern at the intruder. He whined rubbing his head against her leg and she looked down at Zack’s dog wondering briefly if it might be the only thing she would have left of him.

“I don’t know why, but I believe you. I don’t trust you; I never will, but I want my dad back.” She didn’t take his hand, but walked with him toward his car, Snickers trotting behind them.

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Rory pulled hard on Snickers’ leash as she tied it to the porch railing of Vaughn’s house. She hated to leave the dog with him like that, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave without Vaughn questioning her. There was no other way.

Bending down to the dog’s level, Rory gave him a stern look and Snickers responded with a whiny whimper. “Be good,” she said softly and kissed the top of his head. She’d almost made it to the end of the driveway when Vaughn emerged from the house calling her name.

Vaughn locked eyes with Rory and she looked away quickly. Confused he glanced over at the running car she was headed toward. A black convertible; Sark, he quickly realized. He took off after her in a run. “Rory, don’t do this!” he shouted. Rory opened the car door and turned back to him as if to say something, but she didn’t. As she got in the car he caught sight of Sark in the driver’s seat. “This isn’t the answer!” His words were lost in the screech of tires as Sark drove away, and Vaughn pounded the rear bumper of his car with his fists.

“s***.” He took out his cell phone and began dialling immediately.

“Yes.”

“Rory’s gone.” Vaughn said.

“Explain now,” Jack demanded.

“Sark got to her-“

“He took her?”

“No,” Vaughn sighed. “She went with him willingly. We haven’t found Will yet, obviously he told her that he could.”

Jack was silent for a moment. “We’ll handle this quietly. Sark has resources, I’m sure they’ll be out of the country within the hour.”

“You’re sure?”

“It’s what I would do,” Jack responded. “It won’t do Rory any good for this to be known.”

That was the end of the conversation. Whether or not Jack was concerned about his granddaughter was not apparent.

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Rory jerked awake as the convertible came to a stop. She checked her watch, it had been four hours since they’d left Vaughn’s house. She and Sark had spent the first hour in complete silence, other than the top thirty songs of the week playing on the radio. She stole quick glances at him every once in a while when a thought suddenly came to her mind; did they have the same nose, ears, or chin? Was he wearing a wedding ring, did he feed the wheel or turn hand over hand? She had so many questions she wanted answers to, but asking them was an entirely different story.

She must have fallen asleep shortly after, her neck ached at the uncomfortable angle.
“Where are we?” It was the first words she had spoken to him.

“Monterey!” Sark got out of the car and the door slammed; Rory closed hers gently. Sark took off his sunglasses and for the first time that day got a true look at his daughter.

Rory glanced over at the airstrip. “Where are we going?”

“My home in Ireland.”

“What? No,” she shook her head firmly. “Absolutely not. I never agreed to leave the country.”

“You need to find your father. I need your help to find Sydney and I cannot stay in the States.”

“No,” she argued. “If I go with you, I’m going against everything, my beliefs, my agency, my father, my country-”

“I am your father.”

“Blood doesn’t make you a father. Will Tippin is my father and he’s missing.”

Sark interrupted, “he’s only your father because I let him be.”

Was there a touch of bitterness in his tone, she wondered. “And you think that entitles you to my co-operation? I think not.” Rory turned back to the car and tried to open the door, but it was locked. “I want to go back,” she said, jiggling the handle.

Sark approached her from behind. “Aurora, I apologize.”

She turned her head, “For what?”

“For this.”

Rory felt a light pinprick against her shoulder, her vision blurred and Sark’s face began to dance before her eyes. She reached a hand out to Sark to steady herself, but she missed him by a considerable distance. “What did you do to me?” she mumbled, her words were slurred and she stumbled forward, her hands outstretched trying to regain her balance.

“I’m sorry,” Sark said softly and caught her hands, steadying her slightly. His other arm went around her waist. “Put your arms around my neck,” he ordered and she obeyed. Sark caught her as her knees buckled and he lifted her into his arms. He walked toward the waiting plane and looked down at his daughter. She was nearly sleeping now, her breath was warm against his neck, and her eyes were closed hiding the blue beneath them, a blue that matched his own.

The guards stood at the bottom of the short steps leading inside the plane. “Sir?” One stepped forward offering to take Rory from him.

Sark refused with a quick shake of his head and proceeded up the steps, gritting his teeth as he adjusted to the added weight of his daughter. She mumbled something unrecognizable as he set her down on the couch. Kneeling beside her, he placed a pillow under her head and covered her body with a blanket.

“I hate you,” Rory whispered, her eyes fluttering open briefly.

“I know,” Sark smiled slightly. “Now go to sleep and don’t fight it.” He stood and turned to his guard, Marco. “Keep a close eye on her,” he ordered. “I have work to do. Let me know if her vitals change or she shows any signs of waking. I want to keep her sedated until we reach Tearmann.” Sark brushed the hair away from her face. She shifted slightly at his touch and he stood crossing the aisle to his chair. It would take a significant amount of work to cover their tracks.

~ ~ ~

She woke with a headache; however, a jackhammer picking away in her brain would be a better description. Rory managed to sit up despite her vision swirling in front of her eyes. Her mouth felt dry and metallic. She was in a strange bed, in a strange house; Sark’s house, she recalled, that’s where she must be. Her legs felt heavy and her feet numb as she tried to walk to the door, stumbling several times. She kept her good hand on the wall to keep her balance and walked slowly, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.

Rory walked into a small table at the end of the hallway, alerting Sark to her presence. She attempted to straighten it but in her disorientated state, she knocked it over.

“Careful,” Sark took her arm and slowly walked her to a nearby sofa.

“What did you do to me?” Rory asked hoarsely as Sark helped her lay down on the sofa. “I feel like I’m drunk.”

“Margaret,” Sark called out for the maid, who appeared moments later. “Some hot tea and something light for her stomach.” Sark sat down on the coffee table in front of her. “I gave you a sedative before we left California. You began to wake on the plane, and I gave you another. As you can tell, it was too strong. You’ve been asleep for nearly eleven hours. I apologize.”

“Where are we?” Rory closed her eyes briefly and then opened them attempting to focus on Sark.

“Tearmann.”

“Where is that?”

“Tearmann is the name of my home, we’re in Ireland.”

“Why,” Rory sighed and sat up. “I never should left California. They’re going to think…”

“What, that you defected,” Sark laughed. “My dear, I sincerely doubt your grandfather would allow that to happen. Aurora, I gave you my word that I will find Mr. Tippin, and I need you to help me find your mother. My associates and contacts are here; there is simply no other choice.”

“Have you found him yet?” she asked.

”I’m sorry, no.”

“He told me,” Rory said softly and slowly sat up. “After the warehouse, after Zack, he told me that he wasn’t my father, and he’d known since I was little. I ran away from him, I was so angry with him and with you, my mother and Jack. I stayed away too long, and it’s my fault he was taken. If I had been there…”

“You mustn’t blame yourself, Aurora.” Sark surprised them both, drawing his thumb over her cheek, erasing a tear. “If you had been there, they would have taken you too.” Sark handed Rory a cup of tea and a buttered scone. “Taking Mr. Tippin wasn’t about harming him, but about using him to get to you. As long as they don’t have you he’s alive, that is something I can guarantee you.”

“How?” she asked suspiciously.

“It’s what I would do,” Sark answered bluntly. “Tippin is their insurance. They don’t want to just take you; they want to turn you.”

“How do I know it’s not you?”

Sark handed her a grainy black and white photograph from his pocket. “My contact managed to get this off a traffic camera in Chicago.”

Rory held her breath seeing the picture of her father whose hands were tied behind his back. “That’s Daniel James with him, he’s a member of The Tryst. His father had connections to my mom, and to you.”

“Simon Walker, I am aware of that,” Sark nodded. “He looks in good health,” he said reassuringly. “They switched cars, but we were unable to follow it.”

“When was it taken?”

“Two days ago.”

“At least he’s alive,” Rory said softly. “It’s a start, more than the CIA has been able to find.”

“Drink your tea.” Sark stood. “Dinner will be ready soon.” He disappeared moments later down the hallway.

Rory took a sip of the tea and leaned back against the sofa. If she’d had the strength, she would have tossed the tea back in his face.

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“I would have let you in had you asked.”

Rory turned to face him. Sark was leaning against the doorframe his arms crossed over his chest. “I enjoy the challenge,” she responded, referring to the lock picking skills she’d used to break into his office.

“Your dinner is getting cold,” he added, not mentioning that he had been searching the house for her for the past ten minutes.

“I’m not hungry.” Rory muttered flipping a page in the book she was examining.

“You haven’t eaten a decent meal in two days, Aurora. I didn’t drug your food.”

“It’s Gaelic.” Rory closed the book and set it down on the desk. “Tearmann, its Gaelic isn’t it, for Sanctuary. Is that what this is for you? Not a home, but a sanctuary from the evil you’ve committed in this world?”

“Point taken,” he smiled slightly. “Aurora, I’ve already apologized for bringing you here against your will. I won’t deny my past, but I won’t allow you to punish me for it either.” He took several steps into the room and stood in the center; arms crossed over his chest and spoke firmly. “You have questions, I accept that, but they can wait until after dinner.”

“Fine.” Rory set the book back on the shelf. “I just have one last question for you.”

“Yes.”

She lifted a framed photograph of a small blond girl off his desk and showed it to him. “Is this your daughter?”

“Yes.”

~ ~ ~

They ate in silence. Sark at one end of the table and Rory, at the other end picking at her plate, barely eating even a quarter of her dinner. Following dinner, Sark asked her to take a walk with him. She’d consented, part of her wanting to listen to what he had to say; and another part wanting to know nothing at all. They walked in silence. The evening air was cool and a light breeze dusted the old dirt path as they walked down by the river.

Finally, Rory spoke. “Your house, the grounds are beautiful. I can understand why you named it Tearmann.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Though I doubt that’s what you really wanted to say. You have questions?”

“I guess maybe part of me doesn’t really want to know.”

“Well then I’ll start,” Sark led her over to a wicker bench. “How is your young man?”

“Zack?” She was surprised he mentioned him. “He’s not doing very well. He’s in a coma, he won’t wake up and the doctors…I don’t think they hold out much hope that he will.”

“I’m sure Zack is stronger than they think,” his voice seemed strangely comforting. “When you care about someone, you do whatever you can to make it back to them. I apologize that it happened. However my men only did what they were trained to do, the same as you would have done had the situation been reversed.”

“I know.” Rory nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. “So,” she took a deep breath, “you have a daughter.”

“I do,” Sark nodded and reached into his pocket for another photograph. “The picture you saw in my office is a few years old. She’s nearly eight now.”

Rory took the photograph, studying the happy child who smiled brightly holding the reigns of a chestnut horse. She swallowed hard. “What’s her name?”

“Cailynn, but she prefers Cale,”

“Where is she? Does she live with…”

“Her mother?” Sark asked and shook his head. “No. Her mother died in childbirth. She attends a boarding school in Cumbria, just North of Wales.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, stealing a glance at his face. He tried to appear stoic, but she could tell he was hiding his pain. “Why doesn’t she live here, with you?”

“I visit her as often as I can, but it’s safer for her there, safer away from me.”

“So, she’s my…” Rory had difficulty finishing the sentence.

“Your sister, yes.” Sark nodded. “Your half sister to be more accurate. She’s a bright child, intelligent, though quite a bit sassy when she wants to be.” He tapped the picture. “She’s a very good horse back rider.”

Rory swallowed hard, “she’s very beautiful.” She handed the picture back to Sark, but he didn’t take it.

“You may keep it, if you like.”

“Thanks,” Rory studied the photograph. Cale took after Sark in appearance with her light blond hair, and button nose, but the three of them shared the same blue eyes and angular chin. “Does she know about me?”

“She does.” Sark handed her another photograph.

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“This is her?” Rory asked looking at the second photo. It was of Sark standing by the river, holding a baby.

“No.”

“You have another child?” she asked in surprise.

“No, Rory,” Sark smiled, “this is you.”

“Me?” she was surprised.

“Yes, you and your mother lived here with me for the first six months of your life.”

“What happened?”

“I was away on business and the men who were after your mother broke into the house. She fought them off; then took you and went into hiding, I couldn’t even find her. Then, she did what we had planned to do if you were ever threatened.”

“She went to Zack’s dad, and then my…”

“It’s alright, Aurora,” Sark said gently and touched her shoulder. “You needn’t consider my feelings. Mr. Tippin, Will, is your father more than I am. I accept it; I made the decision years ago. It was difficult to allow another man to raise my daughter, my child, my flesh and blood, but if it kept you from danger, then it was a sacrifice I had to make.”

The wind blew hair across her face and, with trembling fingers, she brushed it aside. “I need to know something.”

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat; it seemed to be getting bigger with each passing moment. “Vaughn said that the Sydney he knew would never have been with you.”

“What are you asking me?” He could sense her discomfort.

Rory looked Sark in the eyes. “Did you rape my mother?”

If Sark was surprised at the question, he didn’t show it.

“No,” he said firmly. “Despite our differences over the years, I respected your mother; I would never have hurt her.”

“But then how?” she asked.

“About seven months before you were born, I learned through a contact that your mother was pregnant and that I was your father.”

“You seem surprised?” she asked.

“Of course, Sydney and I had never been together,” Sark ran a hand through his short greying hair. “I began my own investigation, before contacting your mother and I found out how you came to be. Have you ever heard of Milo Rambaldi?”

“The nutcase from the fifteenth century who believed that my mother could bring about the end of the world?”

“I wouldn’t put him in exactly those terms, but yes,” Sark nodded. “Rambaldi was a prophet who wrote texts depicting the future; many people believed that his predictions would come true and some did. He wrote a prophecy about a woman he called ‘the chosen one’, a woman most believed to be your mother, myself included. Part of the prophecy included a mention of a second coming. Some followers of Rambaldi’s works believed that the second coming was by way of a child.” Sark paused his explanation, allowing Rory a few moments to absorb the information and he a few moments to gather his thoughts.

“His child?”

“Yes,” Sark confirmed. “It was believed that his DNA could be manipulated. The Covenant, an organization your mother was trying to end, believed this and they kidnapped Sydney. They held her prisoner and attempted to brainwash her into believing she was someone else.”

“Julia Thorne,” Rory interrupted remembering the name from Zack’s story.

“That is correct,” Sark nodded. “When she was being held prisoner, they also took something else from her…her eggs; two years later, The Covenant tasked me with the responsibility of overseeing the experiment.”

“But it didn’t work.”

“Yes,” Sark confirmed. “The CIA tracked our location and destroyed the lab. Rambaldi’s DNA was destroyed, but some of the members of The Covenant, would not accept that their plan had failed. Two months later, I was in Lisbon, as was the CIA. I was knocked unconscious, and was out nearly twelve hours. I later learned that Sydney had been captured as well.”

“Zack told me,” Rory remembered. “He said she was missing for nearly a week and she couldn’t remember what happened.”

“That’s right,” Sark nodded. “Two months later, I learned Sydney was pregnant.”

“But you said-“

“Aurora,” Sark interrupted. “I am a descendant of Milo Rambaldi, a fact which I did not learn until months later. With Rambaldi’s DNA destroyed, the followers believed that a decedent was better than none at all. I was unconscious when they inseminated your mother; I had no knowledge of their actions until two months later when a source within the followers told me that your mother was pregnant.

“It was another month before I contacted her and convinced her to leave Los Angeles. Even then, she disappeared for several months; she was on the run. Eventually she came to me and I was relieved.” He looked over at Rory realizing how quiet she had become. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, touching her shoulder, but she pulled away. “What is it?”

Rory turned away, her voice muffled slightly as she spoke. “When I found out that you really were my father, I was horrified. Then when I thought that you might have forced her, I hated you. When you said you didn’t, I guess I just thought-“

“Aurora,” Sark interrupted and touched her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “Just because you were not conceived in love, does not mean that you were not loved. Your mother and I raised you and loved you until you were six months old, after that Will Tippin did, but that doesn’t mean that either your mother or I stopped loving you.”

“You’re different than what I expected.”

“Is that a compliment?”

Rory looked up and saw the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiled, she couldn’t help but nod her head, “maybe,” she added with a smile. “What happened to my mother?”

“About a month after you were born, Sydney and I began investigating the documents about Rambaldi’s second coming, and searching for others that might have any mention of a child. Whether or not we believed it, didn’t matter, the important thing was that others believed in a second coming. We had to know what they believed, and if they believed you were part of that second coming. About three weeks after she gave you to Will, I finally located her in a small fishing town in Canada. She was in hiding, but the men who were after her, followed me there. We got away and went to Irina and began a plan to ensure your safety.”

“What did you do?”

“We began locating Rambaldi documents and destroying them. Your mother was primarily the one who stole documents, as we did not want our association known to others, but we didn’t hide her actions either. We had to destroy any mention of a child in Rambaldi’s prophecies, and any person who knew about you and who might harm you. Many people, the CIA and Covenant included, simply thought that Sydney was destroying Rambaldi all together, but we were specific. The last document that she stole was located in a safety deposit box in Istanbul owned by her mother.”

Rory tensed immediately knowing what Sark was about to describe. Her mother’s murder, the one she had seen on a grainy black and white surveillance video, in Jack’s office months before.

“It was staged of course, a ruse,” Sark reminded her. “Sydney was about to burn the document, when Irina killed her. And with that, it was over, everyone believed that Sydney was dead and no one ever knew that you existed; anyone who had or believed that you might, was dead. You were eight months old by that time and with Tippin in Florida. We fabricated a story that Sydney had been killed in a car crash. A woman, Kate Jones had been driving along the coast and her car was hit and pushed off the road. I sent the fake news clipping to Mr. Tippin through a contact Sydney and I had established. He disappeared with you the next day. ”

“All this because of me…”

“Aurora, you are our daughter, there is nothing that we wouldn’t have done to keep you safe, including giving you up; it wasn’t solely your mother’s decision, it was mine as well.”

“I understand.”

Sark watched her stand and decided to give her a few minutes by herself, allow them both a chance to process the information he had told her. It was strange to see her as she was now. Over the years, he hadn’t allowed himself the moments to wonder what she would have been like, who she would look like. They were moments he had given up, moments that did not belong to him anymore. He watched as she gathered a few pebbles from the ground and tossed them one at a time, into the river. Eventually Rory turned to him brushing the hair from her cheeks.

“Where is she?”

Sark stood and walked to the river’s edge, where she stood. “Let’s walk back,” he suggested. “It’s getting cold.”

Rory refused. “Tell me,” she demanded.

“I will, but inside,” he promised and took her arm leading her back to the house. “The days are warm, but the evenings cool fast. It’s getting close to Christmas,” he reminded her.

Rory allowed Sark to lead her back to the house without protest. Strangely, she felt so passive and powerless around him, as if her reliance on his knowledge and his ability to help find her father prevented even the slightest opposition. Perhaps it was the fact that he was her real father, and even though she despised what he’d done in the past, he was her father, and he had sacrificed so much to keep her safe.

Twenty minutes later Sark sat beside Rory on the sofa and handed her a cup of hot tea, while he drank a glass of red wine.

“Tell me where she is,” Rory asked.

“I’m not certain,” Sark admitted and took a sip of his wine. “After Istanbul, she went into hiding. She taught English to children in Thailand and Romania, before returning to the US where she lived in New York City for many years. We communicated occasionally, two or three times a year through newspaper ads in the personal section. I received updates from a source I’d assigned to track you and your father, until you were six. Occasionally, I would inform her about small things that were happening to you…you were walking, talking, first day of school, those sorts of things.”

“Did you ever see me?” Rory asked staring into the dark liquid in her tea cup.

“No,” Sark said firmly. “That was a risk I could never allow. Your mother and I agreed on it. Neither of us could ever see you, we could never take the chance. I did send her one picture a year until you were six.”

“Why only until then?” she asked.

“Your father discovered that he was being tracked. He took you and disappeared. I tried everything, but I couldn’t find you.”

“And my mother?”

“I lost contact with her about five years ago.”

“Just like that?”

Sark nodded, “Yes. I tried all my contacts, but I couldn’t find her. Irina and I assumed that she was dead. About a year ago, I saw her on a surveillance video breaking into one of my buildings. It took months to find her again.”

“Jack, my grandfather, knew she was alive.” Rory took a deep breath and adjusted her cast on the side of the sofa, taking the weight off her shoulder. “He said that she was different; she wasn’t the woman I would want to know.”

“He was right.” Sark stood abruptly and finished his wine before pouring another glass.

“What is it?” Rory pleaded.

“Three months ago, I learned that you were in the CIA.” Sark crossed to the window staring out at the dark sky. “It was in Belize. I knew who you were, the moment I saw you. It was just a quick glimpse, but I knew right away. I contacted Irina and she told Jack, but of course he already knew. When I met Irina at the warehouse, we were deciding whether or not to go to you. If Irina hadn’t identified you, with the wig…I’m not sure I would have known it was you.”

“But why me?”

“Aurora, your mother is different,” Sark explained. “If we find her, you may be the only person who can help her.”

“What are you saying?”

Sark focused his attention on the window and took a long sip of wine. For Rory, the waiting was endless as she waited for Sark to continue.

“Sydney is ruthless and cruel; she takes pleasure in killing.” Sark turned to face Rory. “Your mother is Julia Thorne.”


Picture credits are Caterina Scorsone as Rory and Dakota Fanning as Cailynn and A better pic of Sark's daughter Cailynn below, the younger one Rory found in his office.

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“Aurora, your mother is different,” Sark explained. “If we find her, you may be the only person who can help her.”

“What are you saying?”

Sark focused his attention on the window and took a long sip of wine. For Rory, the waiting was endless as she waited for Sark to continue.

“Sydney is ruthless and cruel; she takes pleasure in killing.” Sark turned to face Rory. “Your mother is Julia Thorne.”


That was awesome..

Thanks for PMs, (I've got 5 :lol: )
 
Yeah, sorry about all those pm's guys, everytime i tried to send it last night, it came up with page cannot be displayed and that usually means that they didn't send. I also always click on my name to send one to myself, I haven't gotten any back!

AA is being a dick lol
Erin
 
aww i think im falling even more in love with sark each episode.. but hey! is there any way you can give us a hint as to who has will?

Who has Will? sure I can tell you that! Sark showed Rory a picture of Will with Daniel James (Simon's Son) who is part of the Tryst, to it's The Tryst that has Will. Of course, exactly who is members of the Tryst is another story, well other than Daniel James of course.

Erin
 
Not sure, but It's about half written. IOS chapters take a long time to write because they usually average 12-15 pages typed.
I'm a working on it though!
Erin
 
you just got all my hopes up, when I saw that you posted I thought yeah finally, but you were just replying to what I said, geez i'm soo addicted... thanks for replying

peace
 
OMG i just found this story... I FREAKING LOVE IT! YAY
I'm saving it to Word so I can read later, I'm on about chapter 4, so I have quite a bit of catching up to do. But I kinda ruined some of the surprises for myself by reading through the later chapters. OH WELL! :smiley:

It's funny, I'm in the process of writing a story very similar to this. Same plot, almost, but yours is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better lol.
Can I please get a PM when you update?!?
 
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