A/N--- There is a lot of French in here. So you gotta be careful while reading it. I'll have translations by it somewhere, but you gotta be careful.
Ally: To unite or connect in a personal relationship, as in friendship or marriage.
Hate: intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger or sense of injury
France (12 PM)
Sark smiled as he jumped down the steps, almost skipping. "Hey!" He spun around to the voice behind him and his smile widened.
"Hey Chris…" Sark stopped on the steps and waiting for his friend to catch up.
"Where are you off to?" Chris started walking down the steps with Sark at his side. Chris and Sark had been friends since they were two. They had lived in foster care and somehow always found a way to stay together. At some point, Chris got adopted into a family, while Sark continued to move around. At eighteen they both head for France and met up again.
"I'm off to the airport… going home today." Sark fumbled in his pocket for his keys. "Finally, I'm getting to go home… to my house… to my room… to my bed…" He tossed his keys in the air and caught them. "Finally."
"What does Lily think of you going home?" Chris smiled at his mentioning Lily. Sark and Lily had been enemies since she started working with them.
"She doesn't know I'm coming home." Sark gave Chris a wink and pressed a button to turn off the alarm on his car.
"She's gonna blow. You're supposed to tell her that you're coming." Chris leaned on the drivers' door of the car, so that Sark couldn't get in.
"Move…" Sark watched Chris shake his head. "Oh, come on. She's gonna be fine. I just want to get home." He was practically begging Chris to move.
"I will… just call her." Chris pointed to the phone clipped to Sark's jeans. He reached over and took it, opened it and dialed the number. "All you have to do is hit send and then when she picks up, say 'I'm coming home'." Chris handed him the phone. "Is that so much to ask?"
"Yes." Sark pressed send and put the phone to his ear. Lily picked up after the second ring. "Hey, Lils… what'd you mean?... no… I'm coming home… yeah, I'll be happy to see you too (sarcastic)… no I didn't… yeah, I'm positive… yeah… bye." Sark hung up the phone quickly and when Chris moved he jumped into the car.
Chris walked around to the other side and got in. "So… she excited?" Chris leaned over and opened the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of gum.
"Yeah… right." Sark muttered and turned the key in the ignition.
Chris laughed and reached over to the radio, as he flicked it on and to a good station he leaned back in his seat and looked at the window. Sark was watching the cars in front of them, but thinking about something else.
Sark smiled as he grabbed his bag from the backseat of the car. He jumped up the steps, just like he had been jumping down the others before. The porch looked different from when he last saw it, three months ago. There was a bench on it and a bench/swing. He knew that Lily had probably had a friend who insisted on it… this wasn't her taste.
As he turned the key in the lock he called out to the empty hall. "Honey, I'm home!"
"Ah, Sark… you're actually here. Not like last time." Lily's friend Emma walked into the hall from the kitchen.
"Emma… I told you both that I got caught up. If I had known you were waiting for me…" He whispered in her ear.
"Pig." Emma took a step back and looked up the stairs as Lily came down.
"Ah, Lily. You've decided to grace us with your presence." Sark mock bowed and set his bag on the floor. "May I have a room please… preferably my room…"
"Sean!" Lily smirked as he winced at the use of his first name. "What? Can't be called by your own name?"
"What do you want, angel?" Sark countered. But he didn't take any pride in reminding her of her family. He knew the story and he didn't like it. At least he didn't have to worry about family… he never met his.
"Shut up and go unpack." Lily passed by him and went into the living room. TV. She needed to take her mind off everything. Grabbing the remote, she flicked on the TV.
A few minutes later, Sark walked into the room and sat right next to her, legs touching. He put a hand on her black jeans at the knee and whispered. "I'm sorry…" He watched as she listened to him, but kept her green eyes focused on the TV. Her blonde ponytail waved slightly from the breeze through the open window. "Je suis désolé." Sark repeated in French this time.
She didn't turn to him, so he got up and started to leave. Just as he got to the door, Lily turned to him and smiled slightly. He didn't notice and opened the door.
"Je vous pardonne..." Sark spun around as she said 'I forgive you' in her favorite language. She continued as he left the room. "Pour maintenant." 'For now.' Who knew when they'd fight again… in the next hour probably.
Plane (1 PM)
"Sydney?" Dixon looked over to the seat next to him.
"Yeah." She spun to Dixon and realized that she had been staring at something.
"Promise me that you…" Dixon didn't finish his sentence, but he let it trail.
"I promise. I told you…" Sydney smiled softly and turned to look out the window. Vaughn's flight should leave in the next hour. 'Oh god.' She thought. She was kind of excited to see what Vaughn's niece was like.
"I know… but Syd." Dixon looked around a bit and then back at her. He smiled and sighed. "I believe you."
"Ok." Sydney smiled and looked out the window. Clouds passed by the window as she wondered if her guardian angel was thinking of her.
France (9 PM)
"So, we going?" Lily looked at Emma and smiled. Emma had moved to France from Germany when she was only four. And Emma had been Lily's friend ever since she moved to France. Lily had taught her English as Emma taught her French. They both were masters at both languages by now. "Leala will think we ditched her." Lily threw her bag over her shoulder.
"Where are you two going?" Chris and Sark walked into the room. Sark took his leather jacket out of the closet and threw it on.
"A club. What about you?" Lily tugged on her halter top.
"A club." Sark mimicked as he tickled Lily's bare stomach, right above her black jeans. "We'll see you guys later." Sark tickled her one last time, laughed and opened the door.
"I hate you." Lily narrowed her eyes.
"Je vous deteste aussi." Sark smiled and quickly shut the door with Chris in front of him.
Chris jumped down the steps. "That was your comeback? I hate you too?" He laughed and opened the passenger side door.
"Shut up and get in the car." Sark climbed in the front seat and clicked on the radio.
"We gotta meet Phillip, Monique and Junior at 'La Vie'." Chris rolled down the window and peered out into the night.
"How are you and Monique doing?" Sark looked over to his friend. Monique was Chris's girlfriend. But she was a little spoiled from him.
"Were doing good…" Chris continued to look out the window. "I think that I'm gonna break up with her…"
"Oh." That was all Sark could say. He hated Monique and couldn't stand that his friend got hurt over her so much. "So, we clubbing at 'La Vie' tonight?"
"Yeah. 'La Vie' is probably the best we can get." Chris laughed as 'La Vie' came into view.
"Aucune merde." 'No shit' Sark pulled into a space and took the keys out. "Lily said she was going out tonight and I'm trying to figure out if she's been here…"
"Come on man. Get your mind off her and let's go." Chris threw the door open and stepped out.
"Sark, Chris!" Junior ran up to them. "Là vous êtes. Les autres sont à l'intérieur." 'There you are. The others are inside.'
"Chris, salut bébé." 'Hello baby.' Monique kissed Chris soundly as the rest moved into the back of the club.
"Sark, Il y a une fille vous regardant là-bas." 'There is a girl looking at you over there.' Junior pointed to three girls as Monique sat on Chris's lap.
"Qui est la fille?" 'Who is the girl?' Monique glanced at the small group and laughed as Chris tickled her.
Phillip smirked at Sark and nodded his head to a blonde girl glancing at them occasionally. Sark met her gaze and she scowled.
Sark smirked. "Homme, elle est mon associee." 'Man, it's my partner.'
"Cette fille est un cutie." 'This girl is a cutie.' Phillip smirked. "Et je ne suis pas le seul qui pense ainsi." 'And I am not the only one who thinks so.'
Phillip pointed to a guy flirting with Lily. Sark watched as she laughed and then they went onto the dance floor and started to dance, leaving her friends behind.
"Jaloux?" 'Jealous' Chris pushed Sark out of his trance. Lily was dancing way too close for comfort to that guy.
"No." Sark picked up his drink and downed it.
"Sûr." 'Sure.' Monique muttered and the group started laughing.
Sark ignored them and picked up another drink. Lily laughed as the guy made another joke and then left to go to her friends.
Slamming his drink down, Sark made his way over to the group of girls.
As he got closer, the girls giggled more… all but Lily.
"Ce qui vous veulent?" 'What'd you want?' Lily silenced the girls with a look as Sark stood in front of her.
"Danse avec moi." Sark suggested. "S'il vous plait?" Sark held a hand out. Lily smirked and took the extended hand.
The music was slow and they stood close. Lily felt a little uncomfortable.
"Why'd you wanna dance?" Lily spoke in English.
Sark shrugged. "I saw you and thought… you looked good." He muttered the last part softly.
"Really?" A small smile spread across Lily's features. It brightened her green eyes a lot. She couldn't help but smile at the comment.
Sark blushed and bowed his head. "Yeah."
Lily fidgeted, her hand on his shoulder moved slightly. "I don't hate you… I just… you annoy the hell out of me sometimes."
"Ditto." Sark agreed and smiled at her. This wouldn't be so bad. "But it's fun. I mean, we are Allies, but we hate each other so much." He was whispering in her ear.
"Yeah." Lily got a little nervous at how fast her heart was beating. He was close to her and she didn't mind. That wasn't her. "I better get back to them." Lily pulled back and smiled. "Thanks for the dance." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, lingering a bit longer then she should have, and then ran back to her friends.
Sark went back to his friends, his mind on his Ally and his Enemy.
Airport (9 PM)
"What'd you tell him?" Vaughn asked as he and Sydney left the airport and got into a car that she had managed to get.
"I told Dixon that I wanted to start looking for information on Sark and Lily. And he let me go." Sydney climbed into the drivers' seat. "I found out that right now they are both at this club, if you wanna start there…"
"Well, then we have to go to my hotel room first, cause I am not dressed for a club." Vaughn gestured to his suit as Sydney started the car.
"Ok." Sydney pulled out of the airport and made their way to the hotel.
"Wow." Vaughn said as he opened the door to his room. "This is amazing." And the room was huge.
"Yeah, I guess I'm used to it." Sydney smiled at Vaughn's reaction and set her bag on the table. "Go get dressed, cause I don't know how long they will be there."
"Yeah." Vaughn was still in awe as he went into the bathroom to change.
A few minutes later, Vaughn came out in black jeans and a black t-shirt. And his black leather jacket did add a little something to it…
Now it was Sydney's turn to be in awe.
"See something you like?" Vaughn smiled as he help her put her jean jacket back on.
"Hmmm…" Sydney turned toward him and smiled. "Very much." He smiled also as he leaned in and kissed her.
"We better get going." Vaughn smiled as Sydney groaned and they made their way out of there.
At the club, the music was loud, but you could still talk to someone as long as they were right next to you.
"You remember that you told me that Sark and Lily hate each other." Vaughn yelled to get Sydney to hear him. She nodded. He pointed out on the dance floor. "Are you sure?"
They watched as Lily and Sark slow danced, talking during it. And then she kissed his cheek and went to a group of girls.
"This is gonna be confusing…" Vaughn muttered and made his way around the club with Sydney.
