Whoops..I forgot to do a little summary thing.silly me!!
Summary: Sydney dreams in Chapter One about Vaughn, but later finds out
from Sark that he is dead. Irina confronts Syd.yada, yada.
Spoilers: Anything after last season goes. This is yet another post-ATY
fic.
Rating: R for language and eventual situations..wink, nudge
Sorry about the lack of updates. I hate school, and those pesky college applications.Anywho.here's chapter 2!!
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Chapter Two
"Oh, God." Sydney groaned. "Not you." She involuntarily reached to brush a stray blue hair out of her face, but her constraints made it a little too difficult.
"Oh. You're not too glad to see me, then. Oh well. I had some information on your 'wet' friend, but I guess I'll just have to keep it to myself. Have a 'good' day, Ms. Bristow."
Sydney shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Wait, Mr. Sark. What do you know about Vaughn?"
"You have to cooperate with me first." A sly smile formed on his face.
Sydney shifted again. "What do you mean, cooperate?"
"You're a fairly intelligent woman, Ms. Bristow. I think you can figure it out."
Sydney glared at the smirking man with utter contempt. "And what if I don't cooperate?"
"Then you won't hear what I have to say about your precious handler, and how you can save him."
"Why would you want to help me?"
"Let's just say 'for my own benefit' for now. Sound good?"
Sydney tilted her head to the side. "What about."
"Your mother? Don't worry, she has nothing to do with this. It's my very own idea."
Sydney raised her eyebrow. "Ok, so, what does this idea of yours entail?"
"This." Sark walked over, lowered, so that his face was aligned with Sydney's. He smirked, and lashed out his tongue at her face, licking her cheek up and down. Sydney recoiled with disgust, and shifted tremendously to get away from Sark's advances. "Oh, you don't like that, Sydney?"
"Go to hell."
"Well, that's just not acceptable. Don't you want to know about Vaughn.or the dreams you've been having lately?"
"How do you know about my dreams?"
"Try nightmares.all that sappy love.it makes me sick to my stomach." Sark laughed. "I'll tell you about your dreams, Sydney. Those things never happened. You were never there, with Vaughn. He's dead, Ms. Bristow. Gone, fin, adios. Vaughn drowned. They tried to save you, but."
"But what?" Sydney looked at Sark with astonished eyes.
"They didn't succeed, that's what. Your father, and that idiotic friend of yours, and some agent from the CIA, Weiss was his name, tried to break into the wearhouse to try to get you, but we wouldn't let them. We don't want to lose our most valuable asset! They did get you out, but my employer."
"You mean Irina."
"Yes, Irina.Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, Irina shot Agent Weiss, as a distraction to get you back. Plus, one down, some more to go, right?"
"You're disgusting, you know that?"
"Oh, I'm so heartbroken. Anyways, you're here now, and my employer wants some words with you."
"You can tell your employer that she can go to hell."
"He doesn't have to.I'm right here, daughter dear."
Sydney focused her glance on the direction of Irina's voice, and replied, "What the hell do you want with me?"
"No need to be so harsh, Sydney. Remember, I was the one who gave birth to you."
"Don't remind me."
"To answer your question, I want you to join me."
"Like hell I will." Sydney spat.
"Well, that's just too bad, my daughter, because your friend will die if you don't join me."
Sydney looked quizzically at Irina, who was motioning to a guard to bring someone in.
Sydney gasped as she saw her friend, beaten up so badly that the whole left side of his face was unrecognizable. Although his face was mangled, she knew right away who it was. She raised her head up to Irina's face, and glared. "I'll do it."
Sorry about the lack of updates. I hate school, and those pesky college applications.Anywho.here's chapter 2!!
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Chapter Two
"Oh, God." Sydney groaned. "Not you." She involuntarily reached to brush a stray blue hair out of her face, but her constraints made it a little too difficult.
"Oh. You're not too glad to see me, then. Oh well. I had some information on your 'wet' friend, but I guess I'll just have to keep it to myself. Have a 'good' day, Ms. Bristow."
Sydney shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Wait, Mr. Sark. What do you know about Vaughn?"
"You have to cooperate with me first." A sly smile formed on his face.
Sydney shifted again. "What do you mean, cooperate?"
"You're a fairly intelligent woman, Ms. Bristow. I think you can figure it out."
Sydney glared at the smirking man with utter contempt. "And what if I don't cooperate?"
"Then you won't hear what I have to say about your precious handler, and how you can save him."
"Why would you want to help me?"
"Let's just say 'for my own benefit' for now. Sound good?"
Sydney tilted her head to the side. "What about."
"Your mother? Don't worry, she has nothing to do with this. It's my very own idea."
Sydney raised her eyebrow. "Ok, so, what does this idea of yours entail?"
"This." Sark walked over, lowered, so that his face was aligned with Sydney's. He smirked, and lashed out his tongue at her face, licking her cheek up and down. Sydney recoiled with disgust, and shifted tremendously to get away from Sark's advances. "Oh, you don't like that, Sydney?"
"Go to hell."
"Well, that's just not acceptable. Don't you want to know about Vaughn.or the dreams you've been having lately?"
"How do you know about my dreams?"
"Try nightmares.all that sappy love.it makes me sick to my stomach." Sark laughed. "I'll tell you about your dreams, Sydney. Those things never happened. You were never there, with Vaughn. He's dead, Ms. Bristow. Gone, fin, adios. Vaughn drowned. They tried to save you, but."
"But what?" Sydney looked at Sark with astonished eyes.
"They didn't succeed, that's what. Your father, and that idiotic friend of yours, and some agent from the CIA, Weiss was his name, tried to break into the wearhouse to try to get you, but we wouldn't let them. We don't want to lose our most valuable asset! They did get you out, but my employer."
"You mean Irina."
"Yes, Irina.Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, Irina shot Agent Weiss, as a distraction to get you back. Plus, one down, some more to go, right?"
"You're disgusting, you know that?"
"Oh, I'm so heartbroken. Anyways, you're here now, and my employer wants some words with you."
"You can tell your employer that she can go to hell."
"He doesn't have to.I'm right here, daughter dear."
Sydney focused her glance on the direction of Irina's voice, and replied, "What the hell do you want with me?"
"No need to be so harsh, Sydney. Remember, I was the one who gave birth to you."
"Don't remind me."
"To answer your question, I want you to join me."
"Like hell I will." Sydney spat.
"Well, that's just too bad, my daughter, because your friend will die if you don't join me."
Sydney looked quizzically at Irina, who was motioning to a guard to bring someone in.
Sydney gasped as she saw her friend, beaten up so badly that the whole left side of his face was unrecognizable. Although his face was mangled, she knew right away who it was. She raised her head up to Irina's face, and glared. "I'll do it."