A/N-Just a little Holiday cheer for our favourite and deadly couple:D
Sydney Bristow laughed as she watched Julian Sark trip and nearly fall over his own foot. The blond assasian regained his balance and sat down in a chair.
"You want to get that love?" Sark asked when he heard a phone ring for the second time.
Sydney hadn't even realized. "Yeah...I suppose I should."
She got up slowly and stumbled a little over to her bag by the front door. She dug through it and found her cell phone.
"Hello?" She asked in a cheerful voice, smiling.
"Where are you?"
Sydney's smile faded. She was taken aback from the voice she heard on the other line. Vaughn. Sydney looked out the window watching the snow falling, trying to piece together what she was going to say.
How bout it's Christmas and while I may want to spend it with you--I can't because you got yourself married! So Vaughn...I'm spending Christmas with the one person I thought I would never spend any time with--Sark!
"I'm out," She answered instead.
"Oh, cause I called you to wish you a Merry Christmas."
Sydney blinked back tears. Why does he have to be nice?
"I'm sorry, I've got to go." She hung up and threw her phone on the counter.
She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, challenging themselves to leave their home.
Sark cocked an eyebrow. He wearily got up and made his way to Sydney. He could hear her heavy breathing. Sark put his arms around her waist. To his surprise she didn't object to his motion.
Instead she placed her hands on his and held them. --------
Julian Sark turned off the Christmas music that was playing softly from his radio. He continued to drive down the snow covered road until he saw a woman perched on the hood of her car. Her brown hair was flowing with the breeze.
He was puzzled, simply puzzed. He gasped inwardly as he saw the woman turn to face his stopped car. He rolled down his window.
"Sydney?" He asked.
She got up off the car and took a few steps toward him.
"What are you doing here?" Sydney asked harshly. "Watching me are you?"
"On the contrary my dear, I am heading home," Sark replied indifferently.
"You live in Northern California? If I had known you were that obvious I would have had you in custody years ago."
"I move a lot, have many different homes. Don't count on me being here again."
"Can't count on anyone these days to do anything," Sydney mumbled.
She didn't know that Sark heard what she had said.
He decided to dare the devil and ask Sydney to come with him.
"Miss Bristow, you seem a bit--distressed--my home isn't far from here. It is Christmas and no one should be all by their lonesome," Sark explained, his cocky smile taking place on his face.
"Sark, I'm going to take you up on that offer. What kind of drinks do you have?" Sydney asked.
Sark smiled broadly, on the verge of laughing out loud.
Sydney smiled and walked to the passenger side of his car.