Six Months
"Sark, as much as I love doing this I just................. I just don't think its going to work." Sydney told the confused, blonde haired, blue eyed, Irish man in front of her. She had to look up to him, as he was taller then her. His defined, well formed six pack, showed through the tight, white singlet. Arms that were holding on to Sydney had distinctive muscle and again well toned.
"Sydney, what are you talking about?" Sark asked, he knew what she was talking about, but he just didn't want to face it, it had been dawning on them for the last month, the CIA was getting closer and closer to what they were doing. The affair between them, had been for the last six months, and those last six months were the best six months for both the agents. A month ago they saw Weiss in India, where they were hiding, they quickly left India and went to Paris, were they saw Vaughn. Sydney had stopped in her tracks just looking at him, Sark had to drag her away. The two lovers were now in Galloway, and so far it had been perfect, with no CIA agents dropping in on them.
"Sark, you know very well what I'm saying; you too have seen it coming. But that's not the only reason, there are other reasons, but we just can't keep it up any more, I have family, friends, I need to go back to them some time." Sydney breathed out, she wasn't going to tell him the truth, and she planned on keeping it from him for as long as possible. She had been on the run from the CIA for the last six months, she had been working with Sark for eight months before the CIA caught on and then they had to run. Two months on the run, before their relationship began.
"Sydney..........," He was cut off with the touch of her soft lips on his. The kiss lingered, Sydney even reconsidered her choice. But soon she broke off the kiss, his warm breath resting on her lips, she hugged him, whispering in his ear.
"Goodbye Julian, I do love you," she stepped back, and Julian Sark watched Sydney Bristow walk out of his life, back to her old life, back to the CIA, back into the arms of that wrinkle creased bastard Agent Vaughn.
She walked out of the two storey house, and into the garage to the black Mustang that sat waiting for her. Sydney's bags were on the back seat, and she turned to check if they were still there, they were, sitting, waiting for her. She put the key in the ignition, and froze as a tear rolled down her cheek, landing on her lip. Her free hand rested n her stomach, Sydney looked down at the small bump that was forming on her normal flat abs.
Sydney turned the key, and pressed a small red button, opening the garage door. The young lady brought the purring car into gear and revved out of the car port, before a second thought, it was for the best she kept on telling herself as she drove down the empty road.
He watched her climb into the car, watched the tear roll down her cheek and tried to resist the urge to go and comfort her, he watched her place her hand on her stomach and drive out of the garage. He looked away from the screen, looking at the picture that sat on top. It was the two of them on the Eiffel Tower, Sark smiled sadly at the two smiling faces, remembering Sydney's excitement.
"I love you too," he whispered, his hand gently caressing the smiling face of his lover, Sydney Bristow, his enemy, his best friend, his confidante, his one true love. Sark layed the frame down, unable to bear the pain that losing a loved one caused, and he braced himself for a life alone.