Title: Behind The Mask
Disclaimer: Okay...I admit...I have Sark locked in my attic. (I wish) No...I don't own any of 'em.
Author's note: This is just a little something that I thought up. Lauren and Sark are NOT together in this. She is married to Vaughn and is not working for the Covenant. Also...I know it's kinda short so far....it will get longer. I promise.
Summary: Uncovering the real Julian Sark
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On a normal night it would only take one or two drinks to relax Sydney Bristow, but tonight was definitely not a normal night, and even as she drained the last of her fifth glass of wine she still felt unhinged.
*a few hours earlier*
Sydney was lounging on the couch watching TV, enjoying her day off from work, when her cell phone rang.
"Ugh...please don't be work, please don't be work." She thought to herself as she reached for the phone.
"Hello." She answered, trying her best not to sound too annoyed.
"Sydney, I need your help."
Though she immediately recognized the voice on the other end, it sounded different to her. He sounded shook up. Possibly even afraid. And did he really just ask for help?!
"What do you want, Sark?"
"Meet me on the beach under the pier."
"You're crazy. I am not meeting you anywhere."
"Sydney, I wouldn't ask you for help unless I really needed it. It's an emergency. Please!"
Sydney was taken aback by the desperateness in Sark's voice. He was really in trouble.
"Ugh....I'll be there."
She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket, and headed out the door.
Sark was already there when she arrived. He had his leather jacket wrapped tightly around him, trying to shield himself from the cold breeze coming off the ocean. At first he didn't notice Sydney approaching, but as soon as he saw her he raced over to meet her.
"Thank you for coming." He said.
"Let's skip the pleasantries, Sark. What do you want?"
"I need your help."
"Yes, you said that on the phone. I find it a little hard to believe that the great Mr. Sark would need my help with something. Look...if this is about me coming to work with you, you can forget it." She replied, crossing her arms defiantly.
Sark shook his head.
"No, that's not –"
"Good. Because the time I've already spent with the Covenant is enough to last me two lifetimes, so I really don't –"
"I'm not working for the Covenant anymore." Sark said, interrupting her.
Sydney just stood, starring at him for a moment.
"Well...you just can't seem to keep a job, can you?" Sydney quipped, smirking at him. "I mean first my mother and than SD-6. So, is that why you wanted to meet? To tell me you quit the Covenant?"
"No –"
"I mean....you seriously want me to buy that you're out of the "bad guy" business?"
"Sydney..."
"What is this really about Sark?" She asked. She was starting to get really annoyed. Part of her felt that maybe Sark had brought her out here simply to waste her time. "I mean...you call me all the way down here because you say you need help, which I highly doubt, but you won't even get to the point."
"I would, if you'd stop –"
"I tell you, Sark...if this is just some kind of trap to –"
"Sydney, the Covenant had kidnapped my daughter."
To be continued...
Disclaimer: Okay...I admit...I have Sark locked in my attic. (I wish) No...I don't own any of 'em.
Author's note: This is just a little something that I thought up. Lauren and Sark are NOT together in this. She is married to Vaughn and is not working for the Covenant. Also...I know it's kinda short so far....it will get longer. I promise.
Summary: Uncovering the real Julian Sark
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On a normal night it would only take one or two drinks to relax Sydney Bristow, but tonight was definitely not a normal night, and even as she drained the last of her fifth glass of wine she still felt unhinged.
*a few hours earlier*
Sydney was lounging on the couch watching TV, enjoying her day off from work, when her cell phone rang.
"Ugh...please don't be work, please don't be work." She thought to herself as she reached for the phone.
"Hello." She answered, trying her best not to sound too annoyed.
"Sydney, I need your help."
Though she immediately recognized the voice on the other end, it sounded different to her. He sounded shook up. Possibly even afraid. And did he really just ask for help?!
"What do you want, Sark?"
"Meet me on the beach under the pier."
"You're crazy. I am not meeting you anywhere."
"Sydney, I wouldn't ask you for help unless I really needed it. It's an emergency. Please!"
Sydney was taken aback by the desperateness in Sark's voice. He was really in trouble.
"Ugh....I'll be there."
She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket, and headed out the door.
Sark was already there when she arrived. He had his leather jacket wrapped tightly around him, trying to shield himself from the cold breeze coming off the ocean. At first he didn't notice Sydney approaching, but as soon as he saw her he raced over to meet her.
"Thank you for coming." He said.
"Let's skip the pleasantries, Sark. What do you want?"
"I need your help."
"Yes, you said that on the phone. I find it a little hard to believe that the great Mr. Sark would need my help with something. Look...if this is about me coming to work with you, you can forget it." She replied, crossing her arms defiantly.
Sark shook his head.
"No, that's not –"
"Good. Because the time I've already spent with the Covenant is enough to last me two lifetimes, so I really don't –"
"I'm not working for the Covenant anymore." Sark said, interrupting her.
Sydney just stood, starring at him for a moment.
"Well...you just can't seem to keep a job, can you?" Sydney quipped, smirking at him. "I mean first my mother and than SD-6. So, is that why you wanted to meet? To tell me you quit the Covenant?"
"No –"
"I mean....you seriously want me to buy that you're out of the "bad guy" business?"
"Sydney..."
"What is this really about Sark?" She asked. She was starting to get really annoyed. Part of her felt that maybe Sark had brought her out here simply to waste her time. "I mean...you call me all the way down here because you say you need help, which I highly doubt, but you won't even get to the point."
"I would, if you'd stop –"
"I tell you, Sark...if this is just some kind of trap to –"
"Sydney, the Covenant had kidnapped my daughter."
To be continued...
