A/N: For Mal

Secrets & Lies
by Maestra


Quietly he sat next to the vent and listened, pressed his fingers to the grate and looked out into the infirmary to see whose grief had drawn him here. Sydney lay in a restless sleep, alternately weeping and mumbling.

He approached and placed his left hand upon Sydney’s chest speaking softly to him,”Sydney sad, Sydney miss Jarod.” Then he placed his right over his own heart, “Don’t cry Sydney. People we love, here, forever.”

“How touching.” Lyle drawled as he escorted Audrey and Miss Parker into the room.

“You never met Jarod in your brief time here at the Centre did you Audrey? That’s such a shame, you might have liked the lab rat,” Miss Parker remarked.

“Long live the Centre, the Prodigy is dead,” Lyle replied coldly.

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