Disclaimer: yeah, I like many others here, own nothing...if I did Vaughn and I would be at the rink right now...I mean er..
Into His Arms: Chapter 1
As Sark hung up the phone he began to feel happier then he had in weeks. The mission he had so painstakingly outlined had been a success. His operative had just called to inform him that they had Sydney Bristow.
From the moment Sark had heard of her he had been intrigued, from the moment he saw her, he had been hooked. Sydney had become an obsession to him. Usually he had to play by the terms of his superiors when it came to Sydney, but not now. Usually he needed a reason to go after her, but not anymore. Sark was his own superior now, he took orders from himself, and most of his orders revolved around Sydney.
O O O O O O O2 hours earlier O O O O O O O
Sydney had had a rough day, but she was used to them by now. It was more like she had had a rough life. More then often Sydney would find herself wanting an out of her hell-of-a-life.
And this is just what she was thinking about while driving home. She thought about the man she loved and of how he had moved on, she thought of the life she had before she had "died" and how it all shattered, but above all else she thought of Vaughn. Not about him betraying her or giving up on her, but of what they had. She found often enough that if she kept this idea at the front of her thoughts and drowned herself in enough alcohol it would come back to her, that he would come back to her and it would all be perfect again.
Maybe if she hadn't been so deep in thought she would have noticed the car that had been following her since she had left the office. She had no time to react when the bullet tore through her back windshield. She shouted a few well-chose obscenities and swerved quickly to the right. Her car began to spin unceremoniously, and her head made harsh contact with her steering wheel rendering her unconscious and oblivious to the fact that her car was streaking towards a ditch.
Sark's operative looked down into the ditch and onto an unconscious Sydney and dialed his superior.
"Boss, I have the package."
Sark, on the other line, says nothing. It's only after he hangs up that he says, "Good. I've been meaning to have a little one-on-one with you Sydney..."
Author's note(s):
-- This is my first fic on fanfiction.net and I would really appreciate some reviews. Criticism is welcome!
--I realize this chapter is quite short, but i wanted to make sure i got down how to get everything uploaded and all! more to come later!
Thanks!