Title: "You Didn't Say Please"

Author: Liquid Thalassa

E-Mail: liquidthalassa@yahoo.com

Rating: PG- swearing

Genre: romance/ adventure

Pairing/Ship: Sark/Sydney

Spoilers: Season Three, "Remnants" for Sark's 1st name

Disclaimer: Duh, not mine- well the characters and show at least. But I do take credit for this fic- it did come from my head- and was written by my hand...

Author's Notes: Wow, 2 fics in one day- I think I'm on a roll! Lol. Enjoy!

Note: *blah, blah*=thoughts, Syd's unless said otherwise.

HERE IT IS:

Sydney crouched in the shadows. Watching, waiting. *God, does surveillance suck*, she thought, *Where's some action?*

Movement caught in her periphery. *Finally.* Only it wasn't who she wanted it to be, it wasn't her target.

Blond hair, dark tailored suit, fair skin, blue eyes.

Sark.

She let out a whispered curse. *Damn him* But before she could react the coolness of a gun barrel pressed into her left temple. *God, he is good.*, she told herself before getting her thoughts in order.

"Miss Bristow." He said calmly, standing over her, completely still.

"Sark." She returned just the same.

"Give me your weapon." He demanded.

"What do you want?" She asked, not moving.

"Give. Me. Your. Weapon." He said, his British accent clipped more then usual.

She sighed and disarmed herself, kicking her 9mm across the deserted alley to the opposite end. She watched Sark's vision flicker to the gun, and halting her breath she took advantage of his spit second of neglect. Standing she snatch his gun from her hand, rendering him unarmed.

Wild, annoyed eyes met hers. "Don't move!" She spat. "Now, what so you want?"

"Miss Bristow, surely I don't need a reason to see my favorite adversary, now do I?" He said back to calm and cocky.

His cerulean eyes darted to her discarded 9mm. Sydney watched him, calculating his thoughts.

*He wouldn't*, she told herself.

Only he did.

With lightening movements, graceful and efficient Sark grabbed her gun and rose, pointing it at her.

*So this was how he wanted it*, she thought, *A standoff.*

"How original." She said, a smirk matching his own on her face.

He pinned her a nasty look, she glared back.

"Sydney." He said, letting it flow like liquid. "I'll have you know, I don't plan on backing down."

He was amused, she could tell. "Neither do I-"she paused. "Julian." She bit back.

He flinched ever so slightly at the use of his first name. *Good.*

After a moment or two of silence, both of them pointing their weapon at each others chest Sydney spoke again. " So, Jules- or would you prefer JuJu?-"

"Very cute." He cut in annoyed.

"-What do you want?" She finished.

He sighed. *This is getting to be fun.* Sydney smiled.

"How's the ex-boyfriend? Him and Lauren- is it?-they make a cute couple do they not?"

*Touché.*

Her hand started to waver ever so slightly; she straightened her arm and steadied it.

"Tired are we?" He asked, his gaze never leaving hers.

"No." She spat.

"I could stand here all night- pointing a loaded gun at you. It's quite fun actually."

"I should've killed you when I had the chance." She mumbled.

"Do it. You have your chance. Go on- kill me." He said coaxing her.

Sydney stared into his eyes- so bright, so blue- almost getting lost in their depths. There was no fear, no worry. There was nothing.

*Cocky sonofabitch* Sydney took aim, lining up the barrel to his heart, a perfect kill shot. She sighed. *I can't. I can't do it.* She shook her head in wonder at her revelation.

Suddenly three shots rang in the air, breaking her train of thought. Instinctively Sydney retreated back into the shadows, taking cover. Sark met her eyes, traces of surprise visible. Without thinking she darted forward and yanked him back with her into relative safety.

"Damn you." She cursed.

"This wasn't me." He said automatically.

"It wasn't me, either."

There were close, too close. Wedged into a recess in the wall of some brick building; she could feel the heat radiating off of him, smell his enticing cologne, feel his breath on her. She didn't doubt it was the same for him.

They remained silent, straining their ears to hear. Another round of gunfire racked the night followed my footsteps.

"There are at least three, carrying semi-automatic weapons." Sark whispered.

Sydney nodded.

She looked around, squinting to see anything thing or place in the darkness. Up ahead was an abandoned building, if they reached it in time, they could have the advantage.

Sark seemed to have read her mind. "We better hurry."

Checking her weapon she took a deep breathe. "On my count." She whispered. "1.2.3.Go!"

Quickly they darted out of their hiding place, Sydney in the lead, Sark only seconds behind. They were directly in the line of fire, bullets narrowly missing them.

*Jackasses!* Sydney looked back just as Sark let out a painful moan grabbing his leg. He slowed meeting her wide eyes.

"Go." He said waving his hand. "Go!"

Indecision flooded her, he told her to go once more, and she shook her head. *I can't. I just can't*

Running back to him she grabbed his free hand, dragging him along. She noted the darkness staining his Armani suit. *He's been shot. It's is so not how I planned on spending tonight.*

She kept he hand tightly linked with his, looking back to shoot at their pursuers.

*Who the Hell are they?*

"Damn it!" She cursed. "Out of bullets."

"I got it covered." She heard Sark say. A yell erupted the gunfire. *One down, two more to go.*

They were a couple yards from the building; she looked back again, not missing Sark's determined eyes. He aimed, and shot again, it was flowed by another yelled. And again he aimed and fired, followed by the last man's cry of pain.

"You're good." She complemented. She saw him smile.

"We're not out of the woods yet." He said. That she knew.

Sydney reached the building first-some old warehouse- and rammed her side and shoulder as hard as she could into the wood door. It opened with an eerie creak and they stumbled in.

Releasing her hand Sark locked the door with an old chain lying on the ground.

Hearing no other noises they sunk to the floor, catching their breath.

A minute later Sydney broke the silence. "Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted? Maybe this wouldn't have happened."

Though dark, subtle traces of moonlight streaming in from high windows illuminated their faces. She saw him smile, his ocean vast eyes twinkling.

"You didn't say 'please'." He replied.

TO BE CONTINUED!

A/N2: You like? I plan of writing another part anytime, so let me know you thoughts! I am new to Alias/Sarkney fanics (I only wrote Third Watch ones as of now)- so any helpful thing- good or bad are greatly welcome. Thanks!

~Liquid Thalassa~