Title: Sydney, Love
Author: leonsalanna
Disclaimer: Only in my mind does Sark belong to me. For now he belongs to someone else.
Ship: Sydney/ Sark
Spoilers: Up through episode 3.2
Summary: Sarky's thoughts after the encounter in the prison
*Author's Note* I've been reading a few ffs that involve Sydney and Sark either being lovers or married during the two years. A few minutes after watching that scene it hit me.those fanfics fit! In any case, I am writing this, but I am sure I got some of the actual episode parts wrong, because I didn't pay attention to it at the time. I was too busy paying attention to Sark, his smile, and his new haircut. *wink*
You left and I sat, my spinning head resting against the wall.
Sydney, love, where are you? Yes, I know you just visited me, but that is not you. I knew when you walked in that something had changed. That is why I asked if you don't remember the last two years. But Sydney, how could you forget them?
Sydney, love, don't you remember the love we made? The love we shared? Don't you remember how I found you dying in your apartment and I took care of you until you were strong again? Your mother and I cared for you the best we could. And I learned who you really were. And I loved you, Sydney Bristow, daughter of an ally and an enemy.
Sydney, love, don't you remember when we were sitting on the couch in front of the fire, and you left to get some wine? You came back and tripped on the table, while carrying you glass. You spilled red wine all over my new suit. I caught you, and for that moment, you were in my arms. How could you forget when you had looked at me like that? I loved you, but thinking it while watching you and knowing it while tasting you were two different things. Has your pretty boy CIA handler ever told you that you taste like the kiss of a dying sunset?
And don't you remember our lovely little house on the beach? Many a day we spent relaxing and talking on the beach. And there was that bedroom, the one with the view of the ocean. We would lay in bed together and watch the sunrise, painting the ocean and our room orange, and red, and yellow. You always tried to spot the whales or dolphins out in the blue. Sparkling blue, like my eyes, you had told me.
Sydney, love, don't you remember the day you and your mother were shopping and the CIA took me? I was in the prison in Ireland. God, I was so proud of you the first day you snuck in. You had fixed the cameras and did everything I had taught you for breaking into places. For a while, you came everynight, sometimes skipping a night, or two, at most. We would talk through the glass, and you would tell me that you loved me. Sometimes I wondered if your visits were all that kept me from ending it in that cell. Then your visits stopped. I knew only being held against your will would stop you from coming, you had told me so. So, I worried.
So you see, love, when you came in here I thought, "Oh, thank god, she's alive." Then I wondered, "Why is she wearing a CIA badge? She hates the CIA, she never wanted to go back." But now I see, you forgot everything; you are the Sydney Bristow from two years ago. I've always heard that ridiculous saying, that you brought me to believe. "The only thing stronger then time and death is love." But now, if that's true, why have I gone from Andrew to Sark? Why, when once your voice was warm and happy when talking to me, do you speak and look at me so coldly?
Sydney, love, you'll remember someday. Maybe soon, maybe in a few years. Until then, I will wait for you.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
There you have it. The story I finished in a record of under a week. Another Sydney/Sark I wrote is 2 or 3 chaps long and it took me months to write. Too many stories, too little brain power. Hehehe, anyway, how did ya like it? I am considering writing another chapter, so in your review, please say whether I should or not.
Author: leonsalanna
Disclaimer: Only in my mind does Sark belong to me. For now he belongs to someone else.
Ship: Sydney/ Sark
Spoilers: Up through episode 3.2
Summary: Sarky's thoughts after the encounter in the prison
*Author's Note* I've been reading a few ffs that involve Sydney and Sark either being lovers or married during the two years. A few minutes after watching that scene it hit me.those fanfics fit! In any case, I am writing this, but I am sure I got some of the actual episode parts wrong, because I didn't pay attention to it at the time. I was too busy paying attention to Sark, his smile, and his new haircut. *wink*
You left and I sat, my spinning head resting against the wall.
Sydney, love, where are you? Yes, I know you just visited me, but that is not you. I knew when you walked in that something had changed. That is why I asked if you don't remember the last two years. But Sydney, how could you forget them?
Sydney, love, don't you remember the love we made? The love we shared? Don't you remember how I found you dying in your apartment and I took care of you until you were strong again? Your mother and I cared for you the best we could. And I learned who you really were. And I loved you, Sydney Bristow, daughter of an ally and an enemy.
Sydney, love, don't you remember when we were sitting on the couch in front of the fire, and you left to get some wine? You came back and tripped on the table, while carrying you glass. You spilled red wine all over my new suit. I caught you, and for that moment, you were in my arms. How could you forget when you had looked at me like that? I loved you, but thinking it while watching you and knowing it while tasting you were two different things. Has your pretty boy CIA handler ever told you that you taste like the kiss of a dying sunset?
And don't you remember our lovely little house on the beach? Many a day we spent relaxing and talking on the beach. And there was that bedroom, the one with the view of the ocean. We would lay in bed together and watch the sunrise, painting the ocean and our room orange, and red, and yellow. You always tried to spot the whales or dolphins out in the blue. Sparkling blue, like my eyes, you had told me.
Sydney, love, don't you remember the day you and your mother were shopping and the CIA took me? I was in the prison in Ireland. God, I was so proud of you the first day you snuck in. You had fixed the cameras and did everything I had taught you for breaking into places. For a while, you came everynight, sometimes skipping a night, or two, at most. We would talk through the glass, and you would tell me that you loved me. Sometimes I wondered if your visits were all that kept me from ending it in that cell. Then your visits stopped. I knew only being held against your will would stop you from coming, you had told me so. So, I worried.
So you see, love, when you came in here I thought, "Oh, thank god, she's alive." Then I wondered, "Why is she wearing a CIA badge? She hates the CIA, she never wanted to go back." But now I see, you forgot everything; you are the Sydney Bristow from two years ago. I've always heard that ridiculous saying, that you brought me to believe. "The only thing stronger then time and death is love." But now, if that's true, why have I gone from Andrew to Sark? Why, when once your voice was warm and happy when talking to me, do you speak and look at me so coldly?
Sydney, love, you'll remember someday. Maybe soon, maybe in a few years. Until then, I will wait for you.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
There you have it. The story I finished in a record of under a week. Another Sydney/Sark I wrote is 2 or 3 chaps long and it took me months to write. Too many stories, too little brain power. Hehehe, anyway, how did ya like it? I am considering writing another chapter, so in your review, please say whether I should or not.
