Title: All the Past to Carry
Spoilers: Anything up to 210 to be safe.
Rating: PG 13 but will most likely turn R or NC-17
Summary: Syd finds out Sark's real purpose at SD-6; S/S
Each attempt to clarify
Serves only to confuse
And it feels just like a fracture
But it looks more like a bruise
And my heart can't bear the weight
Of one more empty "I love you"
~Tempest by Mary Prankster
Sark had been at SD-6 for over two years and to everyone's amazement he seemed to have
remained loyal. People even began to feel some somewhat comfortable with his presence
but Sydney Bristow was not one of them. She was always a bit more cautious than the
rest. That might have been because she had more reason to be. Her attempted murder on
Sloane was never talked about in their discussions but at times she felt as though he
might be taunting her with it.
By this time they had gone on many missions together and most turned out as well as she
could have expected. She was still giving the information over to the CIA, though she
had to be far more careful when she did. Sark was no Dixon. He could never be fully
trusted and Sydney could not believe his motives were pure. Sark was also more hands on
in his work than Dixon so when she made the exchanges and communicated with the CIA she
could no longer use radio problems as an excuse.
New information and devices of Rambaldi's work were being found at a rapid rate and
though the CIA had been having some success in solving the Rambaldi prophecy, it was not
as much as they hoped for. Mission after mission flew by but progress seemed to slow down
and to everyone's disappointment SD-6 was still firmly in place.
Some months before Syd and Vaughn had finally slept together. It had been a nice night
overall but when it was over she was left facing a whole new world of problems. Vaughn
became distant and then one day during a meeting he let it all out.
"It was a mistake you know. We should never have done such a thing. It goes against
everything a handler and his asset are supposed to be."
"A thing?" Syd said with extreme hurt in her voice. "Vaughn we slept together. That is
suppose to mean we care about one another. I thought when this was all over we would
really be together."
"I can't wait Sydney" Vaughn said with a sigh. "I need some level of happiness and
normalcy in my life. You have to understand that?"
Sydney could not believe what she was hearing.
"Happiness!!! Normalcy!!! Fuck you Vaughn!"
"Syd..."
"No! Shut up! Do you think I have ever had either! You bitch about your Dad being dead
while my mother is the head of some evil power hungry organization. And my father! Well
he is still alive but you can just see how close we have ever been."
Vaughn just stood there staring at her for a moment. A worried yet sad expression came
to his face and he shrugged while plainly stating, "Well we can always be friends?"
That was the line he never should have crossed. Syd punched him in the face and screamed,
"Go back to Alice you sleaze!"
The last thing he saw was her walking out of the storage area.
So after almost three years with the CIA, Syd got herself a new handler. He was nice,
professional and uninvolved. Everything Syd could hope for after Vaughn. This did not
mean she stopped complaining about everything to him because she didn't. She told him about
Francie's new boyfriend and the three new restaurants that she opened after the success of
the first. She told him about Will's upcoming marriage and steady new job that left him with
no free time. Time, that was her biggest complaint. No one had time for her anymore. She felt
so lonely and separated from her "normal self" that she threw herself into work even more than
she did in the past. She had no Vaughn, no Francie and no Will but she had her work. Sydney
had become her father.
And I'm sure I'll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I've dated every one
~The World is Full of Bastards by Mary Prankster
end of chapter 1
Thanks for reading. This is my first fanfic so all suggestions are helpful and reviews are appreciated.
Spoilers: Anything up to 210 to be safe.
Rating: PG 13 but will most likely turn R or NC-17
Summary: Syd finds out Sark's real purpose at SD-6; S/S
Each attempt to clarify
Serves only to confuse
And it feels just like a fracture
But it looks more like a bruise
And my heart can't bear the weight
Of one more empty "I love you"
~Tempest by Mary Prankster
Sark had been at SD-6 for over two years and to everyone's amazement he seemed to have
remained loyal. People even began to feel some somewhat comfortable with his presence
but Sydney Bristow was not one of them. She was always a bit more cautious than the
rest. That might have been because she had more reason to be. Her attempted murder on
Sloane was never talked about in their discussions but at times she felt as though he
might be taunting her with it.
By this time they had gone on many missions together and most turned out as well as she
could have expected. She was still giving the information over to the CIA, though she
had to be far more careful when she did. Sark was no Dixon. He could never be fully
trusted and Sydney could not believe his motives were pure. Sark was also more hands on
in his work than Dixon so when she made the exchanges and communicated with the CIA she
could no longer use radio problems as an excuse.
New information and devices of Rambaldi's work were being found at a rapid rate and
though the CIA had been having some success in solving the Rambaldi prophecy, it was not
as much as they hoped for. Mission after mission flew by but progress seemed to slow down
and to everyone's disappointment SD-6 was still firmly in place.
Some months before Syd and Vaughn had finally slept together. It had been a nice night
overall but when it was over she was left facing a whole new world of problems. Vaughn
became distant and then one day during a meeting he let it all out.
"It was a mistake you know. We should never have done such a thing. It goes against
everything a handler and his asset are supposed to be."
"A thing?" Syd said with extreme hurt in her voice. "Vaughn we slept together. That is
suppose to mean we care about one another. I thought when this was all over we would
really be together."
"I can't wait Sydney" Vaughn said with a sigh. "I need some level of happiness and
normalcy in my life. You have to understand that?"
Sydney could not believe what she was hearing.
"Happiness!!! Normalcy!!! Fuck you Vaughn!"
"Syd..."
"No! Shut up! Do you think I have ever had either! You bitch about your Dad being dead
while my mother is the head of some evil power hungry organization. And my father! Well
he is still alive but you can just see how close we have ever been."
Vaughn just stood there staring at her for a moment. A worried yet sad expression came
to his face and he shrugged while plainly stating, "Well we can always be friends?"
That was the line he never should have crossed. Syd punched him in the face and screamed,
"Go back to Alice you sleaze!"
The last thing he saw was her walking out of the storage area.
So after almost three years with the CIA, Syd got herself a new handler. He was nice,
professional and uninvolved. Everything Syd could hope for after Vaughn. This did not
mean she stopped complaining about everything to him because she didn't. She told him about
Francie's new boyfriend and the three new restaurants that she opened after the success of
the first. She told him about Will's upcoming marriage and steady new job that left him with
no free time. Time, that was her biggest complaint. No one had time for her anymore. She felt
so lonely and separated from her "normal self" that she threw herself into work even more than
she did in the past. She had no Vaughn, no Francie and no Will but she had her work. Sydney
had become her father.
And I'm sure I'll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I've dated every one
~The World is Full of Bastards by Mary Prankster
end of chapter 1
Thanks for reading. This is my first fanfic so all suggestions are helpful and reviews are appreciated.