Title: History
Author: Vona
Disclaimer: Unfortunately none of them except Elizabeth are mine. Sark should be mine. I promise I'd share him...sometimes.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Some S/V a lot S/S
Summary: Sydney struggles with her feelings with Sark. Sark struggles with his feelings for Sydney and the demons of his past. Only one person can help him. They have to go on a mission together, as well. Part Three in the Haven Series. You don't really have to have read the others, though.
PREVIOUSLY: Sydney is discovered as mole. Vaughn helped her, Francie, and Will hide, but got himself caught. Sark offered his help, which Sydney accepted, but she had to help him get a Rambaldi Jewelry Box. They save Vaughn and Sark disappeared. In Discovery, Sydney and Sark team up to steal a manual to the jewelry box. Sydney is seen by Dixon, who reports it to Sloane. Sydney, in the meantime, is on her own mission to find out about Sark. They battle about him leaving and Sark kisses her, before angrily disappearing. And here we are...
I'd like to thank everyone for all of the reviews I've been getting. I am glad that you all like it and I really appreciate your reviews!
History
Chapter One
Sydney banged her head on the desk. Vaughn was up and about, healed almost completely. Will and Vaughn were actually friends at the moment. It had been exactly one week since Sark had left, a week since the kiss. Sydney couldn't get her mind off of it. She found herself watching the door, hoping he would walk through. She felt miserably guilty. Vaughn was being an amazing boyfriend and he had no idea she and Sark had kissed. She couldn't help thinking about it, though. Finally, the door did open.
"Andrew!" She jumped to her feet. Will, Michael, and Francie were in the bedroom. He smiled a little.
"Hello, Luv. I have a surprise."
"You do?"
Jack Bristow came in through the door.
"Dad."
Jack did something out of character. He hugged Sydney.
"I've been worried about you, Sydney."
"I know."
"Dixon said you were with Mr. Sark in Cairo."
"I was."
"Do I need to remind you of the repercussions of working with the enemy?"
"Sark is a genius. He's one of the best agents in the world and he's got my back."
Sark stepped forward. "She's right. I'm watching out for her, but she doesn't even need it."
Jack said, angrily, "I know what my daughter is capable of, so I suggest you stay out of it."
Sark's voice hardened, "Unlike many others, I am not intimidated by you, Mr. Bristow. I am younger, smarter, and faster than you."
Jack came face to face with him. Sydney darted in between the two men.
"What time do you need leave?"
Sark answered, "As soon as you and your father are done talking."
"Okay." Sydney pulled Jack into the bedroom.
"Mr. Sark is absolutely insufferable. He came into my house and kidnapped me." Jack started as soon as they were alone.
"So I could see you."
"He had the gall to ask me to trust him."
"You did."
"Only because of the reports you had been seen with him."
"Sark helped me rescue Vaughn. This is his house that we've been staying in for over a month. He's been quite helpful, lately."
"Well, you've helped him, Sydney, his organization..."
"Which isn't Mom's anymore, since she turned herself in."
"That doesn't matter."
"It does."
"I don't know what he's done to you, brainwashed you, maybe."
"Dad!"
"It would explain a lot."
Sydney collapsed dramatically onto the bed.
"You're not listening to me!"
"I'm trying to watch out for you."
"I don't need you to. I know what I'm doing."
"Sydney..."
She stood up and walked out the door.
"We're done."
"No, we're not."
Sydney ignored her dad's comment.
"When will you be back?"
She asked pointedly to Sark.
He whispered into her ear, "I have a new mission, a key that opens the jewelry box, the last piece to it. You up to helping?"
"Yeah!"
"I'll be back another day, then."
"My piece of information." She said in a hushed tone.
"You're dad's not enough?"
"No."
"My birthday is August 15, 1974."
Sydney smiled.
"Thank you."
"Let's go, Mr. Bristow." Sark said in his normal voice.
"I'm not done talking to my daughter."
"She appears to be done with you. Are you, Luv?"
"Yeah."
"Come along, Mr. Bristow."
"Good bye, Daddy." Jack shook his head. Sark pulled him out the door.
Sydney and Francie were in the kitchen, talking quietly.
"It was nice of Mr. Sark to bring your father to you."
"Yeah."
"What's his story?"
"I don't know exactly. He used to work directly under my mother. We were archenemies for a while. I don't think he would have ever killed me, though. He'd act like it, but he never did."
"So, maybe he doesn't kill people."
"Oh, he does. I've seen him do it many times without an ounce of remorse."
"Maybe he likes you."
"He kissed me." She blurted out.
"What?"
"Last week, after we got home, he kissed me."
"Wow. Did you tell Michael?"
"No."
"Why not? He deserves to know that Sark is trying to steal his girlfriend. It's not like it meant anything...or did it?"
Sydney looked up guiltily.
"Oh. OH! You're falling for Mr. Sark!"
"I'm a terrible person. I have a great boyfriend who I love a lot and I'm falling for another man. Sark should have killed me."
"I think it's a little hard to kill someone you love."
"He doesn't. He's just toying with me."
"I actually doubt that."
"You don't even know him."
"I'm looking at it objectively. I don't know anything about him, but his eyes light up and his voice softens when he's with you. For Mr. Sark, that's a big deal. He's given you a nick name instead of calling you Miss Bristow all the time, like he does the rest off us. You need to decide, Syd. Follow your heart. Don't try to reason it."
"It's harder that it seems."
"I know. But you have to."
"I have to."
Sydney hugged Francie.
"Thanks."
"It's my job." Sydney laughed as they continued to fix dinner.
Author: Vona
Disclaimer: Unfortunately none of them except Elizabeth are mine. Sark should be mine. I promise I'd share him...sometimes.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Some S/V a lot S/S
Summary: Sydney struggles with her feelings with Sark. Sark struggles with his feelings for Sydney and the demons of his past. Only one person can help him. They have to go on a mission together, as well. Part Three in the Haven Series. You don't really have to have read the others, though.
PREVIOUSLY: Sydney is discovered as mole. Vaughn helped her, Francie, and Will hide, but got himself caught. Sark offered his help, which Sydney accepted, but she had to help him get a Rambaldi Jewelry Box. They save Vaughn and Sark disappeared. In Discovery, Sydney and Sark team up to steal a manual to the jewelry box. Sydney is seen by Dixon, who reports it to Sloane. Sydney, in the meantime, is on her own mission to find out about Sark. They battle about him leaving and Sark kisses her, before angrily disappearing. And here we are...
I'd like to thank everyone for all of the reviews I've been getting. I am glad that you all like it and I really appreciate your reviews!
History
Chapter One
Sydney banged her head on the desk. Vaughn was up and about, healed almost completely. Will and Vaughn were actually friends at the moment. It had been exactly one week since Sark had left, a week since the kiss. Sydney couldn't get her mind off of it. She found herself watching the door, hoping he would walk through. She felt miserably guilty. Vaughn was being an amazing boyfriend and he had no idea she and Sark had kissed. She couldn't help thinking about it, though. Finally, the door did open.
"Andrew!" She jumped to her feet. Will, Michael, and Francie were in the bedroom. He smiled a little.
"Hello, Luv. I have a surprise."
"You do?"
Jack Bristow came in through the door.
"Dad."
Jack did something out of character. He hugged Sydney.
"I've been worried about you, Sydney."
"I know."
"Dixon said you were with Mr. Sark in Cairo."
"I was."
"Do I need to remind you of the repercussions of working with the enemy?"
"Sark is a genius. He's one of the best agents in the world and he's got my back."
Sark stepped forward. "She's right. I'm watching out for her, but she doesn't even need it."
Jack said, angrily, "I know what my daughter is capable of, so I suggest you stay out of it."
Sark's voice hardened, "Unlike many others, I am not intimidated by you, Mr. Bristow. I am younger, smarter, and faster than you."
Jack came face to face with him. Sydney darted in between the two men.
"What time do you need leave?"
Sark answered, "As soon as you and your father are done talking."
"Okay." Sydney pulled Jack into the bedroom.
"Mr. Sark is absolutely insufferable. He came into my house and kidnapped me." Jack started as soon as they were alone.
"So I could see you."
"He had the gall to ask me to trust him."
"You did."
"Only because of the reports you had been seen with him."
"Sark helped me rescue Vaughn. This is his house that we've been staying in for over a month. He's been quite helpful, lately."
"Well, you've helped him, Sydney, his organization..."
"Which isn't Mom's anymore, since she turned herself in."
"That doesn't matter."
"It does."
"I don't know what he's done to you, brainwashed you, maybe."
"Dad!"
"It would explain a lot."
Sydney collapsed dramatically onto the bed.
"You're not listening to me!"
"I'm trying to watch out for you."
"I don't need you to. I know what I'm doing."
"Sydney..."
She stood up and walked out the door.
"We're done."
"No, we're not."
Sydney ignored her dad's comment.
"When will you be back?"
She asked pointedly to Sark.
He whispered into her ear, "I have a new mission, a key that opens the jewelry box, the last piece to it. You up to helping?"
"Yeah!"
"I'll be back another day, then."
"My piece of information." She said in a hushed tone.
"You're dad's not enough?"
"No."
"My birthday is August 15, 1974."
Sydney smiled.
"Thank you."
"Let's go, Mr. Bristow." Sark said in his normal voice.
"I'm not done talking to my daughter."
"She appears to be done with you. Are you, Luv?"
"Yeah."
"Come along, Mr. Bristow."
"Good bye, Daddy." Jack shook his head. Sark pulled him out the door.
Sydney and Francie were in the kitchen, talking quietly.
"It was nice of Mr. Sark to bring your father to you."
"Yeah."
"What's his story?"
"I don't know exactly. He used to work directly under my mother. We were archenemies for a while. I don't think he would have ever killed me, though. He'd act like it, but he never did."
"So, maybe he doesn't kill people."
"Oh, he does. I've seen him do it many times without an ounce of remorse."
"Maybe he likes you."
"He kissed me." She blurted out.
"What?"
"Last week, after we got home, he kissed me."
"Wow. Did you tell Michael?"
"No."
"Why not? He deserves to know that Sark is trying to steal his girlfriend. It's not like it meant anything...or did it?"
Sydney looked up guiltily.
"Oh. OH! You're falling for Mr. Sark!"
"I'm a terrible person. I have a great boyfriend who I love a lot and I'm falling for another man. Sark should have killed me."
"I think it's a little hard to kill someone you love."
"He doesn't. He's just toying with me."
"I actually doubt that."
"You don't even know him."
"I'm looking at it objectively. I don't know anything about him, but his eyes light up and his voice softens when he's with you. For Mr. Sark, that's a big deal. He's given you a nick name instead of calling you Miss Bristow all the time, like he does the rest off us. You need to decide, Syd. Follow your heart. Don't try to reason it."
"It's harder that it seems."
"I know. But you have to."
"I have to."
Sydney hugged Francie.
"Thanks."
"It's my job." Sydney laughed as they continued to fix dinner.