Title: IRELAND
by: Crimson Snow (Dru)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. all belongs to touchstone TV, Bad robot, J.J. Abrams, ABC, etc.
Summary: Sequle to 'La Vérité Et Les Mensonges'. Three years later. Syd's on a mission in Ireland , there she runs into a guy who looks really much like Sark. But she killed him three years ago, didn't she?
Rating: PG to PG-13. I don't know, haven't written much of the fic.
A/N: He was/is irish/russian in this fic. Mom irish/dad russian. This is unbeta-ed.
~*~*~*~
From La Vérité Et Les Mensonges;
"I cared about you but they have to trust me and you're the key to that changes. I'm so sorry." She tells him and then gives him a kiss on the lips...
***
...to bleed out on his own bedroom floor, shot by the first woman he had truly loved.
~*~*~*~
*PROLOUGE:*(Hope it's written right..)
"Sark?" Sydney asked, the man in front of her.
Dressed in a black T, jeans and sneakers.
"Who?" The blonde guy asked her.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that you look like this one guy I knew a few years back." She tells the stranger.
"Oh, okay. You gonna buy something?" The young guy asked her.
She was in a shop in Wexford, Ireland.
"Umh, yeah. This soda, a hot dog and this magazine." She tells him, as she continues to stare at him like he's someone she knows.
"Here's your change." He tells her, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Her mind had been filled with guilt for the last three years.
~*~*~*~
Her and Dixon, now both working for the real CIA, were on this mission watching this guy and waiting for him to make his move.
She got hungry, the guy hadn't done very much but they only aarived yesterday and the seemed like he didn't live a very exciting live.
But that guy in the shop, he looked so much like Sark but that couldn't be, could it?
After she left with her late husband and her mother, she had hoped that he would somehow survive but that wasn't being realistic.
She had given up all hope and maybe her guilt was making her think the guy looked more like Sark than he actually did.
~*~*~*~
TBC.....
by: Crimson Snow (Dru)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. all belongs to touchstone TV, Bad robot, J.J. Abrams, ABC, etc.
Summary: Sequle to 'La Vérité Et Les Mensonges'. Three years later. Syd's on a mission in Ireland , there she runs into a guy who looks really much like Sark. But she killed him three years ago, didn't she?
Rating: PG to PG-13. I don't know, haven't written much of the fic.
A/N: He was/is irish/russian in this fic. Mom irish/dad russian. This is unbeta-ed.
~*~*~*~
From La Vérité Et Les Mensonges;
"I cared about you but they have to trust me and you're the key to that changes. I'm so sorry." She tells him and then gives him a kiss on the lips...
***
...to bleed out on his own bedroom floor, shot by the first woman he had truly loved.
~*~*~*~
*PROLOUGE:*(Hope it's written right..)
"Sark?" Sydney asked, the man in front of her.
Dressed in a black T, jeans and sneakers.
"Who?" The blonde guy asked her.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that you look like this one guy I knew a few years back." She tells the stranger.
"Oh, okay. You gonna buy something?" The young guy asked her.
She was in a shop in Wexford, Ireland.
"Umh, yeah. This soda, a hot dog and this magazine." She tells him, as she continues to stare at him like he's someone she knows.
"Here's your change." He tells her, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Her mind had been filled with guilt for the last three years.
~*~*~*~
Her and Dixon, now both working for the real CIA, were on this mission watching this guy and waiting for him to make his move.
She got hungry, the guy hadn't done very much but they only aarived yesterday and the seemed like he didn't live a very exciting live.
But that guy in the shop, he looked so much like Sark but that couldn't be, could it?
After she left with her late husband and her mother, she had hoped that he would somehow survive but that wasn't being realistic.
She had given up all hope and maybe her guilt was making her think the guy looked more like Sark than he actually did.
~*~*~*~
TBC.....