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She pushed the power button on the remote and sighed when the television across from her turned on. 'Man, nothings on at 1:30 in the morning…only I Love Lucy re-runs and those public broadcasting shows.' Sydney settled for "I Love Lucy" and watched it with delight. She was actually getting into it when the doorbell rang, making her jump up, but not too much, remember, she's a double agent.
"Just a minute!" she called, sliding her feet into the fluffy pink bunny slippers conveniently located beneath the couch.
Without taking her feet off of the ground, she looked through the peep hole to see a blonde haired, blue-eyed (and quite handsome, if I do say so myself) guy patiently waiting for her to answer the door.
It took her a minute to realize that her fluffy white robe was untied, allowing her small black tank top and gray shorts to show. Holding the robe closed with one hand, she used the other to turn the doorknob.
"Uh…hey."
"Hi."
"What are you…I mean…why are you here?" she had to remember, this guy may be cute (way cute, haha) but he could easily take her down before you could say 'Arvin Sloane eats bugs with chop sticks.' (don't ask…) so she tried to keep her distance.
"Well if you let me in, I could possibly explain myself."
"Well…I guess you could come in…" she hadn't noticed what Sark was wearing, she looked him over quickly enough for him not to notice and found that he had on loose gray sweat pants and a 'snug' (yeah, SNUG) white shirt on, under a black leather coat.
Turning herself so he had enough room to walk through the door, she glanced outside to see if anything was suspicious (she's a double agent, what do you expect?) and found nothing. She decided it was fine and turned around to see that Sark had already made himself comfortable on the couch and smiling at Lucy getting in trouble again and Ricky loosing his mind on the television she forgot to turn off.
"So, start explaining." she stated, sitting down Indian-style on the other chair across from the couch.
"Well, I couldn't sleep. And to be honest with you, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
It took all of the strength she had to keep herself from falling out of the chair in a fit of laughter, but she did it, somehow.
"Of me?"
"Yeah, that's what I said."
"Wait, how did you know where I live?"
"I have my ways."
"Umm…alright…so is that the only reason you came?"
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly?" she repeated, the strength she had for falling over was slowly but surely deteriorating.
"That's what I said."
"Well what are the other reasons?"
He seemed to be hesitant to speak again, and fumbled out "Do you have any wine?"
"Uh…let me see…"
"Thank you."
Sydney was getting thoroughly confused on how Sark was acting, but decided to go along with it and headed towards the kitchen. "Sorry, but I don't think we have any wine. How about some orange juice?" she asked, getting out a glass but keeping her hand by the rest for his reply.
She could hear him sigh in the other room, "That's fine." Grabbing another glass, she quickly poured the juice into the glasses and walked back into the living room.
He took the glass and said a simple, "Thanks."
"Yeah. So, are you going to explain now?"
"Explain what?"
'Oh no he doesn't! He's not gonna weasel out of telling me the other reason, no way, man! Wait, did I just say 'no way man!'?! This is getting freaky…' Sydney's mind raced with crazy thoughts as Sark took in a sharp breath.
"Explain the other reason you're here."
"Oh…uh…that."
"Yeah, that."
"Well…I thought you could help me."
Sydney had been taking a drink of her juice when he said this and when the words he just said went through his mind, she spit the juice back into the glass, her eyes getting wider with confusion and curiosity.
Sark was obviously amused by this and Sydney could tell he was close to breaking out in laughter, she decided to give him the death stare as if to say 'you say anything about what I just did, I'll kill you.'
Regaining her composure, she managed to say, "Help you?"
"Yes, that's what I said."
"…How?"
"I want to become part of the CIA."
"What?! Why?! You're a well-known assassin! The CIA would like nothing more than to bring you in a stick you in a cell next to Irina."
"Would it HAVE to be next to her?" he asked, reminding Sydney of a 5-year old boy whining to his mom to give him his lolly pop back.
"Well, yeah, most likely. But why?"
"I just want to end this life I've been living as the bad guy. Yeah, I get to intimidate people each and every day, and yeah, I enjoy that. But at the end of the day, I just have nothing good to think about…Except you."
Sydney was well aware of the beginning of what he was saying, but when he said the last part, it all became a tad bit fuzzy.
Slumping back into the chair Sydney was sitting in, she tried to make sense of it all, while Sark sat on the couch, keeping his gaze fixed on Sydney.
'I have nothing to loose I guess. The least I could do is to help him. I mean, he wants to help, but should I trust him? He seems to be telling the truth right now…Wait, did I just say that? No. I did NOT just say that Sark was seeming to tell the truth. But wait again, I DID say that. Oh my…'
"Ok. What do I do?"
~~~~ Don't ask me how I came up with this story. It just POPPED into my little mind. Now if you wish to see more of this story, please do me a kind kind favor, and take less than 5 precious minutes out of your day to press that perdy little button riiiiiight down there. Yup, that one. THANKS A BUNCH! Oh, and if you read my other story, I promise that will be back soon, maybe. But it is certainly not forgotten!
She pushed the power button on the remote and sighed when the television across from her turned on. 'Man, nothings on at 1:30 in the morning…only I Love Lucy re-runs and those public broadcasting shows.' Sydney settled for "I Love Lucy" and watched it with delight. She was actually getting into it when the doorbell rang, making her jump up, but not too much, remember, she's a double agent.
"Just a minute!" she called, sliding her feet into the fluffy pink bunny slippers conveniently located beneath the couch.
Without taking her feet off of the ground, she looked through the peep hole to see a blonde haired, blue-eyed (and quite handsome, if I do say so myself) guy patiently waiting for her to answer the door.
It took her a minute to realize that her fluffy white robe was untied, allowing her small black tank top and gray shorts to show. Holding the robe closed with one hand, she used the other to turn the doorknob.
"Uh…hey."
"Hi."
"What are you…I mean…why are you here?" she had to remember, this guy may be cute (way cute, haha) but he could easily take her down before you could say 'Arvin Sloane eats bugs with chop sticks.' (don't ask…) so she tried to keep her distance.
"Well if you let me in, I could possibly explain myself."
"Well…I guess you could come in…" she hadn't noticed what Sark was wearing, she looked him over quickly enough for him not to notice and found that he had on loose gray sweat pants and a 'snug' (yeah, SNUG) white shirt on, under a black leather coat.
Turning herself so he had enough room to walk through the door, she glanced outside to see if anything was suspicious (she's a double agent, what do you expect?) and found nothing. She decided it was fine and turned around to see that Sark had already made himself comfortable on the couch and smiling at Lucy getting in trouble again and Ricky loosing his mind on the television she forgot to turn off.
"So, start explaining." she stated, sitting down Indian-style on the other chair across from the couch.
"Well, I couldn't sleep. And to be honest with you, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
It took all of the strength she had to keep herself from falling out of the chair in a fit of laughter, but she did it, somehow.
"Of me?"
"Yeah, that's what I said."
"Wait, how did you know where I live?"
"I have my ways."
"Umm…alright…so is that the only reason you came?"
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly?" she repeated, the strength she had for falling over was slowly but surely deteriorating.
"That's what I said."
"Well what are the other reasons?"
He seemed to be hesitant to speak again, and fumbled out "Do you have any wine?"
"Uh…let me see…"
"Thank you."
Sydney was getting thoroughly confused on how Sark was acting, but decided to go along with it and headed towards the kitchen. "Sorry, but I don't think we have any wine. How about some orange juice?" she asked, getting out a glass but keeping her hand by the rest for his reply.
She could hear him sigh in the other room, "That's fine." Grabbing another glass, she quickly poured the juice into the glasses and walked back into the living room.
He took the glass and said a simple, "Thanks."
"Yeah. So, are you going to explain now?"
"Explain what?"
'Oh no he doesn't! He's not gonna weasel out of telling me the other reason, no way, man! Wait, did I just say 'no way man!'?! This is getting freaky…' Sydney's mind raced with crazy thoughts as Sark took in a sharp breath.
"Explain the other reason you're here."
"Oh…uh…that."
"Yeah, that."
"Well…I thought you could help me."
Sydney had been taking a drink of her juice when he said this and when the words he just said went through his mind, she spit the juice back into the glass, her eyes getting wider with confusion and curiosity.
Sark was obviously amused by this and Sydney could tell he was close to breaking out in laughter, she decided to give him the death stare as if to say 'you say anything about what I just did, I'll kill you.'
Regaining her composure, she managed to say, "Help you?"
"Yes, that's what I said."
"…How?"
"I want to become part of the CIA."
"What?! Why?! You're a well-known assassin! The CIA would like nothing more than to bring you in a stick you in a cell next to Irina."
"Would it HAVE to be next to her?" he asked, reminding Sydney of a 5-year old boy whining to his mom to give him his lolly pop back.
"Well, yeah, most likely. But why?"
"I just want to end this life I've been living as the bad guy. Yeah, I get to intimidate people each and every day, and yeah, I enjoy that. But at the end of the day, I just have nothing good to think about…Except you."
Sydney was well aware of the beginning of what he was saying, but when he said the last part, it all became a tad bit fuzzy.
Slumping back into the chair Sydney was sitting in, she tried to make sense of it all, while Sark sat on the couch, keeping his gaze fixed on Sydney.
'I have nothing to loose I guess. The least I could do is to help him. I mean, he wants to help, but should I trust him? He seems to be telling the truth right now…Wait, did I just say that? No. I did NOT just say that Sark was seeming to tell the truth. But wait again, I DID say that. Oh my…'
"Ok. What do I do?"
~~~~ Don't ask me how I came up with this story. It just POPPED into my little mind. Now if you wish to see more of this story, please do me a kind kind favor, and take less than 5 precious minutes out of your day to press that perdy little button riiiiiight down there. Yup, that one. THANKS A BUNCH! Oh, and if you read my other story, I promise that will be back soon, maybe. But it is certainly not forgotten!