Truth Chapter 4- First comes love, right?
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Marriage ain't what its' cracked up to be, that's for damn sure.
That was all Sydney could think. Not even 12 hours away from her wedding ceremony and she was sitting alone in a truck stop east of Wichita Falls. Waiting for the requisite 10 minutes before calling in and being "rescued". Now she just had to ignore the stares, looks, leers and outright outrageous comments. "Be my backseat baby, my ass, buddy." Touch me and I will kill you with your ugly ass hat!" As she walked through the diner attached to the gas station she wouldn't by a pack of hubba bubba in much less eat at, she rebuffed said men. Wishing Sark came up with a better plan, her going back to LA and pretend she doesn't know about all of the moles with the CIA wasn't the best she ever heard. But, she is attempting to trust Sark on this one. Knowing she needs a back up plan she dials the phone waits for the beep and enters a code. She stands in front of the payphone debating on making the next call. All she wants to do is hop on a plane to the Virgin Islands and lounge in front of a tiki hut with an umbrella drink. Knowing her husband would be a little upset if she didn't follow their "plan" she picks up the receiver. "Eric, oh my god, your okay. I need you to come and get me. No, I don't know what happened. I just woke up in Texas. I don't remember anything since we were walking down the street after that movie. Please, get me out of here."
"Sydney, I'm so glad your okay. I will be there in 2 ½ hours. Your dad has been pretty worried about you too, do you want me to bring him with?" Eric Weiss stands in the middle of JTF flagging Jack down to let him know that Sydney is safe.
" Thanks Eric, I knew I could count on you." Making a gagging face into the phone she then disconnects the call. 2 hours, she has to kill 2 hours in this place. EEEWWWWWWW.
***
He watches her walk over to the phone, knowing she is about to pull something, just not knowing what, he waits. She punches a phone number, enters some more keys and then hangs up. She just sent someone a message. Hoping it wasn't an assassin to kill him, he waits while she dials the phone again. Cracking a smile at the look on her face.He could swear she just stuck her tongue out at the receiver before hanging it up, he is satisfied he knows where to contact her. Fiddling with the ring on his finger, he flashes back to her placing it on his finger. Awfully wedded husband indeed. He wonders if that was intentional or a Freudian slip. He really must ask her about that the next time they see each other. With a wave of his hand, he knows she can't see he turns his car onto the interstate to set the next phase into motion.
***
"I'm fine Dad. Really, just a little tired. I'm gonna go home and get some sleep." Sydney gives her father a small smile and walks down the corridor after her debriefing. Telling them she was asleep the whole time was great. The only thing she could conclusively say was that she was in that truck stop. Stifling a shrudder at the thought of that horrible little hole in the wall she flags a cab and heads home.
Walking through her front door, she is not surprised to see him sitting on her couch. "So, what's the big emergency?"
"Hello, how are you? Great to see you again." Sydney throws over her shoulder as she begins to strip her clothes off. "Give me 15 I gotta wash that truck stop off of me. Make your self at home, or well more at home I guess"
"Uh, hey Syd, not to sound like an idiot here or anything but, where'd you get that spiffy ring?" The man on the couch said as he came around the corner into Sydney's bedroom.
She looks down at her hand startled that it is there. "Oh NO, my dad. He had to have noticed. s***, s***, s***, s***, he's gonna kill me!" Running half-naked through her living room and grabbing her phone she hits speed dial 3 and when she hears the voice on the other end simply says, "I f***ed up."
Chapter 4b:
"What happened Sydney?" Sark looks around his hotel room bleary-eyed. He had finally had the chance to lay down after being up for almost 36 hours.
"I didn't take off my ring. My dad had to have seen it." Sydney says as she sits down on the couch next to Jim Lennox. (great job again cocky Sark) "What should I do?"
"That is going to be up to you Sydney. In terms of trustworthiness you are going to make the decision to trust him. You can tell him everything, something or lie. Just let me know what you want to do." Sark snuggles back into his pillow as he listens to Sydney's breathing over the phone.
She sits there for a minute thinking over what to do. Could she really trust Jack with this plan? Knowing that he would be her best ally she decides to tell him what she has to, but no more than that. "I'm going to tell him some of it, I'll try and keep you out of it. Okay?" Waiting for a response she heard the sound of breathing. Steady calm breathing. He fell asleep, here she was freaking out and he fell asleep, she couldn't believe it. "SARK, WAKE UP!" She screams into the receiver.
"Huh, what?" Sark sits upright in bed reaching for his gun before realizing the voice was Sydney's. "Sorry, what did you say?"
"I cannot believe you fell asleep with me on the phone. Even more I am upset and you fell asleep, on the fucking phone. I will tell my dad what I have to; also Jim Lennox is here. He will be assisting me at JTF as someone I can trust. He can also make sure that I don't get left alone with Weiss too much. Bye, Honey." She then hangs up the phone not giving Sark a chance to respond to everything.
Well Shit, Agent James Lennox. Sydney failed to mention that they were that close. I will need to do some further research on him. Sark stands up looking longingly at his bed before opening his laptop to find out the needed information. He is focusing intently on the screen in front of him before cracking a grin. If she really hated being married to him, why would she have forgotten something as important as the ring?
After hanging up on Sark, Sydney turns around and looks at Jim. Noticing that his gaze did not meet hers she looks down and realizes that she is half-naked, wearing only her bra and panties. "Jim, stop looking at me like that. I may have to kick your ass if you do."
That brought his eyes up to hers. With a mischievous glint he then drops his eyes back down to her chest area.
"Knowing that she wasn't going to win this fight in her underwear, Sydney heads for the shower. " I will explain my new predicament after my shower."
***
45 minutes later and 2 glasses of wine Sydney finishes telling Jim everything that has happened in the last 2 days.
"So you married him?" Lennox asks again.
"For the third time, yes I married Julian Lazaray. Yes, he is my husband. No, I did not do it under duress, brain washing or any other such nonsense. Yes, my name is Sydney Bristow and I have not been doubled. Does that clear it up for you?" Exasperated Sydney clutches a pillow to her face to muffle her scream.
Jim sits in a stunned silence for another 2 minutes. "So you married him?"
"AHHHHHHH, that's it. No more. Do you want to know the plan or not?" Sydney picks up the same pillow and motions like she is going to throw it at him.
"The plan, you married Sark for heavens sake. Assassin all around bad guy, evil and all that. Yet, you want me to not only cover for you, but help you keep in contact with the SOB?" His voice rising steadily he stalks over to the window and stares at the ocean.
Sydney steps behind him, watching a moment before speaking. "Jim, you know as well as I do what he is capable of. I also know that he saved my life. Had he turned me over to the covenant I would either be dead or Julia Throne again. I can't take that. I don't trust him completely. I am willing to try and work with him, because believe it or not me and him are a great team. Our thought processes run opposite of each other. We get to the bottom line differently so we pick up on the flaws of each other's plans. I know you're concerned, I love you for it. I need you. I trust you to not turn on me. I can't explain it any other way than that. You are the only person I can trust with all of the info in this. If you want to walk right now, I understand, but if you do I need to know that you won't tell anyone what is going on." Sydney finished her speech staring out at the same water. Turning her face to meet his, they communicate silently.
"Syd, I'm in. I will help you, do whatever needs to happen. You are the only person I know that believed me when no one else did. You also trusted me to not shoot you. I have your back and I guess I have Sark's to." Wrapping his arm around her shoulder they stood side-by-side for a few minutes watching the sand, surf and sun set.
***
"Dad, what are you doing here? It's after 11pm." Sydney says after opening the door to her father.
Motioning to be allowed inside Jack Bristow surveys the room. Two glasses of wine sit on the coffee table in the living room. Walking over to the couch he glances down at the glasses then back to Sydney, his eyes questioning.
"Jim Lennox stopped by, said that he is going to be in town for a few weeks for some operational issues at the JTF. He is crashing with me while he is here." Sydney picks up both glasses and moves toward the kitchen. Her fathers arm stops her.
"Where did the wedding ring come from Sydney? We both know you don't wear any jewelry on your hands." He drops his hand from her arm as he waits for her response.
"I got married while I was "away". The covenant called for me; I was dropped off to their intermediary and was given the chance to cut a deal. I had to show a bit of faith, hence Elvis doing his worst imitation ever and I am a blushing bride." Sydney moves past her father and lets that sink in as she places the glasses in the sink. Walking back out to stand in front of her father she waits for his next question.
"Who." Jack asks.
"Sark," she replies. Thinking to herself she had never seen her fathers face turn just that shade of purple before.
Before getting a chance to say anything at all, the front door opens.
"Honey, I'm home. Oh hello Mr. Bristow, or should I call you dad now?" Sark asks as he sets his bag down in the entryway.
HA, I'm leaving it right there.cuz I'm evil.. I know not much of a cliffhanger.but can't you just see Jacks face turning an eggplanty shade.lol
Marriage ain't what its' cracked up to be, that's for damn sure.
That was all Sydney could think. Not even 12 hours away from her wedding ceremony and she was sitting alone in a truck stop east of Wichita Falls. Waiting for the requisite 10 minutes before calling in and being "rescued". Now she just had to ignore the stares, looks, leers and outright outrageous comments. "Be my backseat baby, my ass, buddy." Touch me and I will kill you with your ugly ass hat!" As she walked through the diner attached to the gas station she wouldn't by a pack of hubba bubba in much less eat at, she rebuffed said men. Wishing Sark came up with a better plan, her going back to LA and pretend she doesn't know about all of the moles with the CIA wasn't the best she ever heard. But, she is attempting to trust Sark on this one. Knowing she needs a back up plan she dials the phone waits for the beep and enters a code. She stands in front of the payphone debating on making the next call. All she wants to do is hop on a plane to the Virgin Islands and lounge in front of a tiki hut with an umbrella drink. Knowing her husband would be a little upset if she didn't follow their "plan" she picks up the receiver. "Eric, oh my god, your okay. I need you to come and get me. No, I don't know what happened. I just woke up in Texas. I don't remember anything since we were walking down the street after that movie. Please, get me out of here."
"Sydney, I'm so glad your okay. I will be there in 2 ½ hours. Your dad has been pretty worried about you too, do you want me to bring him with?" Eric Weiss stands in the middle of JTF flagging Jack down to let him know that Sydney is safe.
" Thanks Eric, I knew I could count on you." Making a gagging face into the phone she then disconnects the call. 2 hours, she has to kill 2 hours in this place. EEEWWWWWWW.
***
He watches her walk over to the phone, knowing she is about to pull something, just not knowing what, he waits. She punches a phone number, enters some more keys and then hangs up. She just sent someone a message. Hoping it wasn't an assassin to kill him, he waits while she dials the phone again. Cracking a smile at the look on her face.He could swear she just stuck her tongue out at the receiver before hanging it up, he is satisfied he knows where to contact her. Fiddling with the ring on his finger, he flashes back to her placing it on his finger. Awfully wedded husband indeed. He wonders if that was intentional or a Freudian slip. He really must ask her about that the next time they see each other. With a wave of his hand, he knows she can't see he turns his car onto the interstate to set the next phase into motion.
***
"I'm fine Dad. Really, just a little tired. I'm gonna go home and get some sleep." Sydney gives her father a small smile and walks down the corridor after her debriefing. Telling them she was asleep the whole time was great. The only thing she could conclusively say was that she was in that truck stop. Stifling a shrudder at the thought of that horrible little hole in the wall she flags a cab and heads home.
Walking through her front door, she is not surprised to see him sitting on her couch. "So, what's the big emergency?"
"Hello, how are you? Great to see you again." Sydney throws over her shoulder as she begins to strip her clothes off. "Give me 15 I gotta wash that truck stop off of me. Make your self at home, or well more at home I guess"
"Uh, hey Syd, not to sound like an idiot here or anything but, where'd you get that spiffy ring?" The man on the couch said as he came around the corner into Sydney's bedroom.
She looks down at her hand startled that it is there. "Oh NO, my dad. He had to have noticed. s***, s***, s***, s***, he's gonna kill me!" Running half-naked through her living room and grabbing her phone she hits speed dial 3 and when she hears the voice on the other end simply says, "I f***ed up."
Chapter 4b:
"What happened Sydney?" Sark looks around his hotel room bleary-eyed. He had finally had the chance to lay down after being up for almost 36 hours.
"I didn't take off my ring. My dad had to have seen it." Sydney says as she sits down on the couch next to Jim Lennox. (great job again cocky Sark) "What should I do?"
"That is going to be up to you Sydney. In terms of trustworthiness you are going to make the decision to trust him. You can tell him everything, something or lie. Just let me know what you want to do." Sark snuggles back into his pillow as he listens to Sydney's breathing over the phone.
She sits there for a minute thinking over what to do. Could she really trust Jack with this plan? Knowing that he would be her best ally she decides to tell him what she has to, but no more than that. "I'm going to tell him some of it, I'll try and keep you out of it. Okay?" Waiting for a response she heard the sound of breathing. Steady calm breathing. He fell asleep, here she was freaking out and he fell asleep, she couldn't believe it. "SARK, WAKE UP!" She screams into the receiver.
"Huh, what?" Sark sits upright in bed reaching for his gun before realizing the voice was Sydney's. "Sorry, what did you say?"
"I cannot believe you fell asleep with me on the phone. Even more I am upset and you fell asleep, on the fucking phone. I will tell my dad what I have to; also Jim Lennox is here. He will be assisting me at JTF as someone I can trust. He can also make sure that I don't get left alone with Weiss too much. Bye, Honey." She then hangs up the phone not giving Sark a chance to respond to everything.
Well Shit, Agent James Lennox. Sydney failed to mention that they were that close. I will need to do some further research on him. Sark stands up looking longingly at his bed before opening his laptop to find out the needed information. He is focusing intently on the screen in front of him before cracking a grin. If she really hated being married to him, why would she have forgotten something as important as the ring?
After hanging up on Sark, Sydney turns around and looks at Jim. Noticing that his gaze did not meet hers she looks down and realizes that she is half-naked, wearing only her bra and panties. "Jim, stop looking at me like that. I may have to kick your ass if you do."
That brought his eyes up to hers. With a mischievous glint he then drops his eyes back down to her chest area.
"Knowing that she wasn't going to win this fight in her underwear, Sydney heads for the shower. " I will explain my new predicament after my shower."
***
45 minutes later and 2 glasses of wine Sydney finishes telling Jim everything that has happened in the last 2 days.
"So you married him?" Lennox asks again.
"For the third time, yes I married Julian Lazaray. Yes, he is my husband. No, I did not do it under duress, brain washing or any other such nonsense. Yes, my name is Sydney Bristow and I have not been doubled. Does that clear it up for you?" Exasperated Sydney clutches a pillow to her face to muffle her scream.
Jim sits in a stunned silence for another 2 minutes. "So you married him?"
"AHHHHHHH, that's it. No more. Do you want to know the plan or not?" Sydney picks up the same pillow and motions like she is going to throw it at him.
"The plan, you married Sark for heavens sake. Assassin all around bad guy, evil and all that. Yet, you want me to not only cover for you, but help you keep in contact with the SOB?" His voice rising steadily he stalks over to the window and stares at the ocean.
Sydney steps behind him, watching a moment before speaking. "Jim, you know as well as I do what he is capable of. I also know that he saved my life. Had he turned me over to the covenant I would either be dead or Julia Throne again. I can't take that. I don't trust him completely. I am willing to try and work with him, because believe it or not me and him are a great team. Our thought processes run opposite of each other. We get to the bottom line differently so we pick up on the flaws of each other's plans. I know you're concerned, I love you for it. I need you. I trust you to not turn on me. I can't explain it any other way than that. You are the only person I can trust with all of the info in this. If you want to walk right now, I understand, but if you do I need to know that you won't tell anyone what is going on." Sydney finished her speech staring out at the same water. Turning her face to meet his, they communicate silently.
"Syd, I'm in. I will help you, do whatever needs to happen. You are the only person I know that believed me when no one else did. You also trusted me to not shoot you. I have your back and I guess I have Sark's to." Wrapping his arm around her shoulder they stood side-by-side for a few minutes watching the sand, surf and sun set.
***
"Dad, what are you doing here? It's after 11pm." Sydney says after opening the door to her father.
Motioning to be allowed inside Jack Bristow surveys the room. Two glasses of wine sit on the coffee table in the living room. Walking over to the couch he glances down at the glasses then back to Sydney, his eyes questioning.
"Jim Lennox stopped by, said that he is going to be in town for a few weeks for some operational issues at the JTF. He is crashing with me while he is here." Sydney picks up both glasses and moves toward the kitchen. Her fathers arm stops her.
"Where did the wedding ring come from Sydney? We both know you don't wear any jewelry on your hands." He drops his hand from her arm as he waits for her response.
"I got married while I was "away". The covenant called for me; I was dropped off to their intermediary and was given the chance to cut a deal. I had to show a bit of faith, hence Elvis doing his worst imitation ever and I am a blushing bride." Sydney moves past her father and lets that sink in as she places the glasses in the sink. Walking back out to stand in front of her father she waits for his next question.
"Who." Jack asks.
"Sark," she replies. Thinking to herself she had never seen her fathers face turn just that shade of purple before.
Before getting a chance to say anything at all, the front door opens.
"Honey, I'm home. Oh hello Mr. Bristow, or should I call you dad now?" Sark asks as he sets his bag down in the entryway.
HA, I'm leaving it right there.cuz I'm evil.. I know not much of a cliffhanger.but can't you just see Jacks face turning an eggplanty shade.lol