Title: Keys
Author: Vona
Disclaimer: All except for Sark's family are J.J. Abrams. If only I had thought of them first.
Pairing: S/S
Summary: Will finds Sark's family and Sydney takes him to them. Later, they had a fight and he disappears for a long period of time, making her angrier. He comes back with a surprise! Part Four of the Haven Series
Rating: PG
PREVIOUSLY: Sark helps Sydney save Vaughn from Sloane, after he is captured for protecting Sydney and the others. Sloane had discovered Sydney's cover. Sydney has started helping Sark with a Rambaldi jewelry box, and she had to help him get a manual and key that goes along with it. Finally, after many struggles, Sydney admitted that she was falling in love with Sark, and Sark admitted he loved her. Sydney is still uncovering Sark's past.
Keys
Will Tippin looked up excitedly from his computer.
"I found them. At least I think I did."
Sydney hopped up from her seat and peered over Will's shoulder.
"Katherine and Eric Canton - London!" Sydney read.
"Yes. He works at the British Museum. She's a kindergarten teacher."
Sydney hugged Will tightly.
"You are so amazing, Will! Is there a phone number?"
He clicked around and pointed to it. She scribbled the digits down. She grabbed the portable phone and ran into her bedroom, leaving Will behind wondering what she as going to do.
Sydney punched in the numbers carefully. She took a deep breath as short bells were heard. A soft voice, heavily accented British came through, "Hullo?"
"Is this Katherine Canton?"
"Yes. I am not interested in buying..."
"No! I'm not trying to sell you anything. My name is Sydney Bristow. I have something I think you will want to hear, but it's going to seem unbelievable. You will have to trust me, Mrs. Canton."
"I am intrigued."
"15 years ago, your son, Andrew, was kidnapped."
"Yes." Her voice broke.
"I...he's alive and well. He's tried to find you for years, but he hasn't been able to."
She heard a gasp. "Eric! This lady says she knows where Andy is!"
Sydney heard a mixed jumble as the phone switched over.
"Mr. Canton?"
"How could you make something like this up? It isn't funny at all."
"I'm not making this up. He's alive. Please. I want to have you meet each other."
"Where are you?"
"Los Angeles. But I'd rather we come to you."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You don't have to."
Eric fell quiet. "When?"
"Soon. I can't be sure of the exact dates. The two of us lead extremely complicated lives."
"What does he do?"
"I'll let him explain that to you."
"Are you sure he's well?"
"Yes."
She heard him sigh.
"Thank you, Mr. Canton. I'll be calling you back in a few days."
"Thank you, Miss Bristow, if you speak the truth."
Sydney disconnected and smiled.
Sark came through the dor.
"Hey, Luv. How are you holding up?"
Sydney rushed over and hugged him. He breathed deeply.
"Miss me?"
"We have to go to London."
She said, quickly, avoiding his question.
"What?"
"Now. We have to leave for London."
"Why? We were just there."
"Please."
"I just get here and you already want to leave."
"It's important."
"Tell me."
"It's a secret."
"I'm rubbing off on you."
He smiled at her, then. He whispered, "Can I kiss you?"
She nodded eagerly. He conceded, kissing her hard.
"I missed you, Syd."
She grinned and ran into the bedroom, grabbing her bag. She slid on some red sunglasses.
"C'mon!"
"You're absolutely giddy. What is going on?"
Sydney shrugged. "Bye, you guys!" She took his hand, dragging him out the door, leaving a shell shocked Will, a hurt Vaughn, and a grinning Francie behind.
They were on a double decker bus.
"I love these things. I don't know why." Sydney commented.
Sark shrugged. "It's alright. For public transportation."
"Story-time, Andrew."
"What now?"
"How did you come up with the name Sark?"
"When Irina found me, she asked me my name. I didn't want to give her my real name, I didn't trust her yet. I glanced around and down the street was Sarkley's shoes. So I told her I was Andrew Sark. Now if she believed me, that's a whole other story, but she accepted it. I was Mr. Sark from then on."
She nodded.
"Now will you tell me what the big surprise is? You may have Interpol waiting for me at the hotel, for all I know."
Sydney tilted her head. "I wouldn't do that!"
"Oh, but wouldn't you?"
"How come you never killed me? You had so many chances to, but you always hesitated."
He closed his eyes.
"Answer."
"I don't know. You just made things so much more interesting. I was racing you for the next artifact, trying to outsmart you, waiting to see how you would try to outsmart me. It was almost fun. If I killed you, I would have ended all that."
"Oh."
"You aren't always going to like the answers you find, Luv. You know I'm a bit shady."
"A bit?"
She pulled him off the bus and into a small elegant restaurant.
He whispered huskily, "If you wanted a romantic getaway, I could have planned someplace better than London. Tahiti, perhaps."
Sydney shook her head. She glanced around, searching for the people in the picture that they had sent. She spotted them at a corner table. Sydney intertwined their hands and took him to the corner. He stared at the elder couple and he couldn't stop. He just stared. He couldn't even speak. She grinned. "Mr, Mrs. Canton, I'm Sydney Bristow. We spoke on the phone. This is Andrew S...Canton."
The couple was crying. Sark still hadn't said anything. He just gripped her hand tightly. Sydney nudged him and finally he snapped him. "Mum? Dad?"
He hugged them. He looked like he would never let go. Sydney felt tears in her eyes.
"Blythe, Charity, it is him."
Sydney saw a blond and a black haired girl appear from the shadows. Sark looked like was in heaven. Suddenly, they saw several flashes go off. His mouth dropped open and glanced at Sydney. He hurried over to offender. "Who are you?"
"I work with the London Times."
"Give me the film."
"Excuse me? This is such a heartfelt story. We need..."
"Absolutely no coverage on this event."
Sark's eyes clouded, blue ice now. He pushed the man against the wall.
"Give me the film."
The reporter looked at him shocked.
"Wh..why?"
Sydney put her hand on Sark's shoulder.
"Please, just give him the film. And don't write the story."
The reporter adjusted his collar and slowly handed the film over.
Sark exposed it all. "No more pictures."
The four Cantons were also confused. Sydney sighed. It had been ruined.
"Andrew, the nice man was just doing his job." Katherine reprimanded.
"And then the Alliance might have seen Sydney and killed all five of you."
"What?"
His blue eyes widened. "Nothing."
Sydney sat next to him.
"It's really a long story."
"Oh, okay, then."
Sark turned to Sydney.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Not for three weeks."
"I love you."
Sydney blushed.
Both of his parents smiled. "So, are you two married?"
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time.
"Okay. Dating?"
"Kind of. In a way only the two of us could." Sark muttered.
Sydney laughed.
"What have you been doing since I left, Mum?"
"We moved two years after you disappeared. We looked for you for so many years. I never gave up hope. I had to move away from Liverpool. I couldn't handle living there. I saw you everywhere, I could even hear you playing in your room."
"I'm sorry, Mum."
"Oh, It's not your fault. Just tell me, are you happy, Andy?"
His mother searched him with the same blue eyes that Sark had. He averted his gaze.
"Of course, I am, Mum."
She sighed in relief and Sark was glad he was such a great liar. Only person he couldn't contstantly fool was Sydney. She didn't fall for anything.
"I think your mother should tell me some stories about little Andrew."
Sydney's eyes were glittering with mischief.
"Oh, no, you don't. You will not interrogate her for information."
His mother winked at her. "Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time for that, when Andy isn't around."
Sydney giggled. Sark slowly placed his arm around her.
"So, Andrew, what's your job?" Eric asked, conversationally.
He shifted, uncomfortably, "Oh, I work for an international organization."
Sydney smirked.
"Do you travel a lot?"
"A lot. All over the world, actually."
"How fascinating. Have I heard of it?"
"I sincerely doubt it."
Sydney was watching him smooth talk his way around the truth. It caused some questions to rise inside. Did Sark lie to her a lot? She never knew if he was lying. Sark noticed she had zoned out.
"Luv, did you hear them?"
"Huh?"
"They want to know what you do."
His eyes were sparkling with something that Sydney hadn't seen often. It usually appeared when he though he had defeated Sydney in a fight.
"I work at home. An investigator with my friend."
Sark cocked an eye brow.
"It's how I found you all. Will helped me."
"Will helped you find my parents?"
"He helped me find Andrew Canton's parents."
"Ah."
"Will you two stay with us tonight? You can meet Blythe's husband."
Sark glanced at Sydney. She nodded.
"Okay." The family left for the Canton home.
The minute Sydney and Sark were in the bedroom, he lifted her up and kissed her as passionately as he ever had.
"I can't believe you found my parents."
She kissed him.
"You wanted to find them. You seemed so sad when you told me about them."
"I was. Good Lord, Sydney, I think I've finally stopped falling and you do something like this, and I'm even deeper in love with you than before. I'm drowning in you. I love you so much."
Sydney beamed. "I love you, too, Andrew. I want you to be happy. Are you?"
"I'm getting there."
She seemed satisfied. He started to kiss her again when Charity came in.
"Blythe...Oh! Sorry!"
Sark grinned evilly. "It's okay, Charity."
"Blythe and Jeremy just got her. He wants to meet you."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. Not right now. Come to the living room when you're...done here."
Sydney pushed her head into his chest, embarrassed. "We're ready." Sydney followed Sark into the living room.
Author: Vona
Disclaimer: All except for Sark's family are J.J. Abrams. If only I had thought of them first.
Pairing: S/S
Summary: Will finds Sark's family and Sydney takes him to them. Later, they had a fight and he disappears for a long period of time, making her angrier. He comes back with a surprise! Part Four of the Haven Series
Rating: PG
PREVIOUSLY: Sark helps Sydney save Vaughn from Sloane, after he is captured for protecting Sydney and the others. Sloane had discovered Sydney's cover. Sydney has started helping Sark with a Rambaldi jewelry box, and she had to help him get a manual and key that goes along with it. Finally, after many struggles, Sydney admitted that she was falling in love with Sark, and Sark admitted he loved her. Sydney is still uncovering Sark's past.
Keys
Will Tippin looked up excitedly from his computer.
"I found them. At least I think I did."
Sydney hopped up from her seat and peered over Will's shoulder.
"Katherine and Eric Canton - London!" Sydney read.
"Yes. He works at the British Museum. She's a kindergarten teacher."
Sydney hugged Will tightly.
"You are so amazing, Will! Is there a phone number?"
He clicked around and pointed to it. She scribbled the digits down. She grabbed the portable phone and ran into her bedroom, leaving Will behind wondering what she as going to do.
Sydney punched in the numbers carefully. She took a deep breath as short bells were heard. A soft voice, heavily accented British came through, "Hullo?"
"Is this Katherine Canton?"
"Yes. I am not interested in buying..."
"No! I'm not trying to sell you anything. My name is Sydney Bristow. I have something I think you will want to hear, but it's going to seem unbelievable. You will have to trust me, Mrs. Canton."
"I am intrigued."
"15 years ago, your son, Andrew, was kidnapped."
"Yes." Her voice broke.
"I...he's alive and well. He's tried to find you for years, but he hasn't been able to."
She heard a gasp. "Eric! This lady says she knows where Andy is!"
Sydney heard a mixed jumble as the phone switched over.
"Mr. Canton?"
"How could you make something like this up? It isn't funny at all."
"I'm not making this up. He's alive. Please. I want to have you meet each other."
"Where are you?"
"Los Angeles. But I'd rather we come to you."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You don't have to."
Eric fell quiet. "When?"
"Soon. I can't be sure of the exact dates. The two of us lead extremely complicated lives."
"What does he do?"
"I'll let him explain that to you."
"Are you sure he's well?"
"Yes."
She heard him sigh.
"Thank you, Mr. Canton. I'll be calling you back in a few days."
"Thank you, Miss Bristow, if you speak the truth."
Sydney disconnected and smiled.
Sark came through the dor.
"Hey, Luv. How are you holding up?"
Sydney rushed over and hugged him. He breathed deeply.
"Miss me?"
"We have to go to London."
She said, quickly, avoiding his question.
"What?"
"Now. We have to leave for London."
"Why? We were just there."
"Please."
"I just get here and you already want to leave."
"It's important."
"Tell me."
"It's a secret."
"I'm rubbing off on you."
He smiled at her, then. He whispered, "Can I kiss you?"
She nodded eagerly. He conceded, kissing her hard.
"I missed you, Syd."
She grinned and ran into the bedroom, grabbing her bag. She slid on some red sunglasses.
"C'mon!"
"You're absolutely giddy. What is going on?"
Sydney shrugged. "Bye, you guys!" She took his hand, dragging him out the door, leaving a shell shocked Will, a hurt Vaughn, and a grinning Francie behind.
They were on a double decker bus.
"I love these things. I don't know why." Sydney commented.
Sark shrugged. "It's alright. For public transportation."
"Story-time, Andrew."
"What now?"
"How did you come up with the name Sark?"
"When Irina found me, she asked me my name. I didn't want to give her my real name, I didn't trust her yet. I glanced around and down the street was Sarkley's shoes. So I told her I was Andrew Sark. Now if she believed me, that's a whole other story, but she accepted it. I was Mr. Sark from then on."
She nodded.
"Now will you tell me what the big surprise is? You may have Interpol waiting for me at the hotel, for all I know."
Sydney tilted her head. "I wouldn't do that!"
"Oh, but wouldn't you?"
"How come you never killed me? You had so many chances to, but you always hesitated."
He closed his eyes.
"Answer."
"I don't know. You just made things so much more interesting. I was racing you for the next artifact, trying to outsmart you, waiting to see how you would try to outsmart me. It was almost fun. If I killed you, I would have ended all that."
"Oh."
"You aren't always going to like the answers you find, Luv. You know I'm a bit shady."
"A bit?"
She pulled him off the bus and into a small elegant restaurant.
He whispered huskily, "If you wanted a romantic getaway, I could have planned someplace better than London. Tahiti, perhaps."
Sydney shook her head. She glanced around, searching for the people in the picture that they had sent. She spotted them at a corner table. Sydney intertwined their hands and took him to the corner. He stared at the elder couple and he couldn't stop. He just stared. He couldn't even speak. She grinned. "Mr, Mrs. Canton, I'm Sydney Bristow. We spoke on the phone. This is Andrew S...Canton."
The couple was crying. Sark still hadn't said anything. He just gripped her hand tightly. Sydney nudged him and finally he snapped him. "Mum? Dad?"
He hugged them. He looked like he would never let go. Sydney felt tears in her eyes.
"Blythe, Charity, it is him."
Sydney saw a blond and a black haired girl appear from the shadows. Sark looked like was in heaven. Suddenly, they saw several flashes go off. His mouth dropped open and glanced at Sydney. He hurried over to offender. "Who are you?"
"I work with the London Times."
"Give me the film."
"Excuse me? This is such a heartfelt story. We need..."
"Absolutely no coverage on this event."
Sark's eyes clouded, blue ice now. He pushed the man against the wall.
"Give me the film."
The reporter looked at him shocked.
"Wh..why?"
Sydney put her hand on Sark's shoulder.
"Please, just give him the film. And don't write the story."
The reporter adjusted his collar and slowly handed the film over.
Sark exposed it all. "No more pictures."
The four Cantons were also confused. Sydney sighed. It had been ruined.
"Andrew, the nice man was just doing his job." Katherine reprimanded.
"And then the Alliance might have seen Sydney and killed all five of you."
"What?"
His blue eyes widened. "Nothing."
Sydney sat next to him.
"It's really a long story."
"Oh, okay, then."
Sark turned to Sydney.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Not for three weeks."
"I love you."
Sydney blushed.
Both of his parents smiled. "So, are you two married?"
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time.
"Okay. Dating?"
"Kind of. In a way only the two of us could." Sark muttered.
Sydney laughed.
"What have you been doing since I left, Mum?"
"We moved two years after you disappeared. We looked for you for so many years. I never gave up hope. I had to move away from Liverpool. I couldn't handle living there. I saw you everywhere, I could even hear you playing in your room."
"I'm sorry, Mum."
"Oh, It's not your fault. Just tell me, are you happy, Andy?"
His mother searched him with the same blue eyes that Sark had. He averted his gaze.
"Of course, I am, Mum."
She sighed in relief and Sark was glad he was such a great liar. Only person he couldn't contstantly fool was Sydney. She didn't fall for anything.
"I think your mother should tell me some stories about little Andrew."
Sydney's eyes were glittering with mischief.
"Oh, no, you don't. You will not interrogate her for information."
His mother winked at her. "Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time for that, when Andy isn't around."
Sydney giggled. Sark slowly placed his arm around her.
"So, Andrew, what's your job?" Eric asked, conversationally.
He shifted, uncomfortably, "Oh, I work for an international organization."
Sydney smirked.
"Do you travel a lot?"
"A lot. All over the world, actually."
"How fascinating. Have I heard of it?"
"I sincerely doubt it."
Sydney was watching him smooth talk his way around the truth. It caused some questions to rise inside. Did Sark lie to her a lot? She never knew if he was lying. Sark noticed she had zoned out.
"Luv, did you hear them?"
"Huh?"
"They want to know what you do."
His eyes were sparkling with something that Sydney hadn't seen often. It usually appeared when he though he had defeated Sydney in a fight.
"I work at home. An investigator with my friend."
Sark cocked an eye brow.
"It's how I found you all. Will helped me."
"Will helped you find my parents?"
"He helped me find Andrew Canton's parents."
"Ah."
"Will you two stay with us tonight? You can meet Blythe's husband."
Sark glanced at Sydney. She nodded.
"Okay." The family left for the Canton home.
The minute Sydney and Sark were in the bedroom, he lifted her up and kissed her as passionately as he ever had.
"I can't believe you found my parents."
She kissed him.
"You wanted to find them. You seemed so sad when you told me about them."
"I was. Good Lord, Sydney, I think I've finally stopped falling and you do something like this, and I'm even deeper in love with you than before. I'm drowning in you. I love you so much."
Sydney beamed. "I love you, too, Andrew. I want you to be happy. Are you?"
"I'm getting there."
She seemed satisfied. He started to kiss her again when Charity came in.
"Blythe...Oh! Sorry!"
Sark grinned evilly. "It's okay, Charity."
"Blythe and Jeremy just got her. He wants to meet you."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. Not right now. Come to the living room when you're...done here."
Sydney pushed her head into his chest, embarrassed. "We're ready." Sydney followed Sark into the living room.