Title: Secrets and Lies
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea.
Summery: Sydney finds out a secret that her mother has been keeping for 27 years.
A/N: This is just a little something that I wrote a couple of weeks ago and I just thought that I might as well post. Nothing special, but I hope you like it anyway.
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Sydney couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Just when she thought that her day couldn't have possibly gotten any worse, this had to happen.
She had been about to leave SD-6 when Sloan stopped her and asked her to go down to the supply basement and bring something (she couldn't remember what it was now) for is office. Seeing as that there was no one else around that she could pass the job off to, Sydney reluctantly agreed and headed down to the basement, which was where she ran into Sark. He was down there getting paper or something for his new office and had just enough time to stop and make my life a little more miserable. That's when it happened. The door to the SD-6 basement only unlocks from the outside, and Sydney, by turning around to quickly had knocked it shut, locking the two of them in there.
After they had both made countless attempts at trying to knock the door down, they eventually gave up and used the emergency phone to call upstairs for someone to come let them out. But since the only people who had keys to the storage basement were Sloan, Sark, and her father, and since Sydney had Sloan's key, and Sark had his key, and her father had gone home, they said that they were stuck down there until they found the spare.
They paced around the room for a few minutes before they finally sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. The silence was driving Sydney crazy, so she decided to try to make small talk.
"So, what are you doing for New Year's Eve?" She asked.
"Working." He replied dryly.
"Sounds like fun." She said sarcastically. And than silence filled the room once again.
Sydney hadn't realized how cold it was down there. She began to shiver.
"It is really cold down there." She stated.
As if on cue, Sark started to remove his suit jacket. Sydney tried to stop him.
"You really don't have to do that."
"Well I'm not going to sit here and listen to you whine about how could it is for God knows how long."
He removed his jacket and handed it to her. Sydney wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Nice suit. Where's it from? Italy? Greece? Or did you settle for just a plain old American one."
"A suit's a suit." He said, laying his head against the wall and closing his eyes. "What do you care anyway?" He continued, not really expecting an answer, and hoping that she would let him be.
"Why do you have to be like this?"
Sark kept his head against the wall, but turned to look at her.
"I mean, are you like this all the time or do you only act like a jackass around me?"
"Well, let's just say you bring it out in me."
Sydney roller her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.
A few more minutes of silence went by.
"This is it. This is how I'm going to die." Sydney replied.
"Will you stop complaining. Being stuck down here for a little while longer is not going to kill you."
"No, the cold, and the dirt, and the claustrophobia, that's what's going to kill me."
"I don't know how you survive half of your missions than, if a little dust is causing you so much trouble. This is nothing compared to what some people have to live with on a daily basis."
"And what would you know about that? You live such a pampered life."
"Not always."
"Oh, right. I'm sorry. Your childhood must have been so terrible for you. All the toys, the food, oh, and I'm sure the money made it all the more horrible on you. You poor thing. How did you survive?"
Sark looked down at his hands. "That's not quite how it happened."
"Oh no? Then you're telling me that you weren't born wearing an Armani suit and Italian leather shoes?"
Sark let out a half laugh. "Hardly, I grew up in an orphanage."
Sydney looked over at him. He looked up from his hands, his smile disappearing, and then looked down at them again, a little embarrassed. Sydney suddenly started to feel sorry for what she had said, but she quickly pushed that away. No way was she going to feel sympathy for this man who has caused so much pain. The sympathy that she had started to feel was then replaced with hate.
"An orphanage huh? So even your own parents wanted nothing to do with you." She said harshly. She immediately regretted the words the second they left her lips.
Sark looked up at her with a mix of shock, anger, and hurt in his eyes. Sydney was about to apologize when she heard someone unlocking the door. A young man opened the door, gave them a quick smile and a "There you go" and then left the two of them alone again.
Sark stood up and brushed himself off. Then he extended a hand to help Sydney to her feet. She stood up and held his jacket out to him
"Thanks." She said.
Sark snatched the jacket out of her hand and stormed out of the room.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea.
Summery: Sydney finds out a secret that her mother has been keeping for 27 years.
A/N: This is just a little something that I wrote a couple of weeks ago and I just thought that I might as well post. Nothing special, but I hope you like it anyway.
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Sydney couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Just when she thought that her day couldn't have possibly gotten any worse, this had to happen.
She had been about to leave SD-6 when Sloan stopped her and asked her to go down to the supply basement and bring something (she couldn't remember what it was now) for is office. Seeing as that there was no one else around that she could pass the job off to, Sydney reluctantly agreed and headed down to the basement, which was where she ran into Sark. He was down there getting paper or something for his new office and had just enough time to stop and make my life a little more miserable. That's when it happened. The door to the SD-6 basement only unlocks from the outside, and Sydney, by turning around to quickly had knocked it shut, locking the two of them in there.
After they had both made countless attempts at trying to knock the door down, they eventually gave up and used the emergency phone to call upstairs for someone to come let them out. But since the only people who had keys to the storage basement were Sloan, Sark, and her father, and since Sydney had Sloan's key, and Sark had his key, and her father had gone home, they said that they were stuck down there until they found the spare.
They paced around the room for a few minutes before they finally sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. The silence was driving Sydney crazy, so she decided to try to make small talk.
"So, what are you doing for New Year's Eve?" She asked.
"Working." He replied dryly.
"Sounds like fun." She said sarcastically. And than silence filled the room once again.
Sydney hadn't realized how cold it was down there. She began to shiver.
"It is really cold down there." She stated.
As if on cue, Sark started to remove his suit jacket. Sydney tried to stop him.
"You really don't have to do that."
"Well I'm not going to sit here and listen to you whine about how could it is for God knows how long."
He removed his jacket and handed it to her. Sydney wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Nice suit. Where's it from? Italy? Greece? Or did you settle for just a plain old American one."
"A suit's a suit." He said, laying his head against the wall and closing his eyes. "What do you care anyway?" He continued, not really expecting an answer, and hoping that she would let him be.
"Why do you have to be like this?"
Sark kept his head against the wall, but turned to look at her.
"I mean, are you like this all the time or do you only act like a jackass around me?"
"Well, let's just say you bring it out in me."
Sydney roller her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.
A few more minutes of silence went by.
"This is it. This is how I'm going to die." Sydney replied.
"Will you stop complaining. Being stuck down here for a little while longer is not going to kill you."
"No, the cold, and the dirt, and the claustrophobia, that's what's going to kill me."
"I don't know how you survive half of your missions than, if a little dust is causing you so much trouble. This is nothing compared to what some people have to live with on a daily basis."
"And what would you know about that? You live such a pampered life."
"Not always."
"Oh, right. I'm sorry. Your childhood must have been so terrible for you. All the toys, the food, oh, and I'm sure the money made it all the more horrible on you. You poor thing. How did you survive?"
Sark looked down at his hands. "That's not quite how it happened."
"Oh no? Then you're telling me that you weren't born wearing an Armani suit and Italian leather shoes?"
Sark let out a half laugh. "Hardly, I grew up in an orphanage."
Sydney looked over at him. He looked up from his hands, his smile disappearing, and then looked down at them again, a little embarrassed. Sydney suddenly started to feel sorry for what she had said, but she quickly pushed that away. No way was she going to feel sympathy for this man who has caused so much pain. The sympathy that she had started to feel was then replaced with hate.
"An orphanage huh? So even your own parents wanted nothing to do with you." She said harshly. She immediately regretted the words the second they left her lips.
Sark looked up at her with a mix of shock, anger, and hurt in his eyes. Sydney was about to apologize when she heard someone unlocking the door. A young man opened the door, gave them a quick smile and a "There you go" and then left the two of them alone again.
Sark stood up and brushed himself off. Then he extended a hand to help Sydney to her feet. She stood up and held his jacket out to him
"Thanks." She said.
Sark snatched the jacket out of her hand and stormed out of the room.
To be continued...