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Chapter Six

Will and Francie were playing war when Vaughn was dragged into the small room.
"Oh my gosh!" Francie stuttered.
Will's eyes opened in surprise. Vaughn made Will's previous injuries look like a very painful paper cut. Sydney was following Sark inside. She instantly began to wipe away the blood from his face. Sark was on his cell phone.
"Yes, morphine. I'm sure. How soon? Now. No, how about you get it for me right now and I won't shoot you in the forehead. Yes, that is a threat and I'll make good on it. That's what I thought."
Sark hung up. "Morphine's on the way. Do you have any medical training, Sydney?"
"A little. I took a couple of seminars."
"I'll need some help."
"Anything. Oh, and Sark?"
"What?"
"Thank you for all of this."
Sark turned away to avoid looking at her, so she couldn't see his smile. Vaughn's green eyes opened and found Sark standing over him.
"What the..."
Sydney came to him. "Vaughn! It's all right. Relax. We're taking care of you."
Vaughn lifted his good arm and touched her cheek. "I thought I was going to die. I was so scared."
"I thought he would kill you."
"He was about to."
Sydney brushed a rebel strand of hair off his forehead.
"Shh...rest."
Vaughn blinked a couple of times. He watched Sydney with warmth in his eyes, but pain was also etched in his green irises. Everyone's voice seemed so hollow, as if they were speaking through a long tunnel. Sydney leaned forward and pressed her lips gently upon his bruised cheek. Vaughn was vaguely aware of Sydney being guided away from him.

Will had taken Sydney away from Vaughn.
"Syd, don't beat yourself up."
"I'm not. I mean, Vaughn knew what went on when he signed up for operations. It's just, I hate seeing him in so much pain."
"I know, Syd."
"I can't stand to see you in pain, either, Will."
"I know."
Sark came over, "I hate to interrupt this heartfelt conversation, but the morphine is here, Luv."
She nodded and followed Sark back to Vaughn.

Sark administered the morphine immediately. Vaughn groaned.
"I need some bandages. They're in the bathroom. And antiseptic. Some needle and thread. They're in the cabinet."
Sydney retrieved the medical supplies and handed them over.
"How do you know all this?"
Sark sent her a smirk.
"I'm a man of mystery, Luv. I'm afraid I can't divuldge such information. It comes with the spy territory. You know that better than anyone."
Sydney sighed. "Well, you're good."
"I've always been good. At everything."
Sydney shook her head.
"Everything except modesty and...honesty and goodness..."
Sark looked up at her with his crystal blue eyes and chuckled as her voice trailed off. Sydney swatted at his shoulder. He grabbed her hand before she could get away.
"Miss Bristow, violence is not the answer to your pain."
This caused Sydney to erupt into laughter. Will glanced over and Sydney actually looked like she was enjoying Sark's company.
"You want to hit something, don't you, Luv?"
Sydney nodded.
"Well, then, shall we?"
"Shall we what?"
"Spar. You want to hit something, come after me."
Sydney tilted her head.
"You know you've been dying to kick my butt since we started working together, Miss Bristow. I'm not going to hurt you, just some friendly hand-to-hand."
Sydney nodded. "Okay."
She jumped into fighting stance. Sark did the same.
"Ready?'
Sydney threw a punch, which Sark easily blocked.
"Try harder."
Sydney punched his jaw, whirled and ended with a round house kick, which Sark grabbed her foot and flipped her over. "Ooofff!"
"Be less predictable, Sydney. Surprise me."
Will had jumped to his feet.
"Get away from her, Sark."
Sark sighed and turned to Will.
"Mr. Tippin, I am not harming her, so I suggest you stay out of it."
Will looked at Sydney for confirmation.
"He's one of the best fighters out there."
"Sydney."
"I'm fine, Will."
He nodded and sat back down.
"Now, Luv, do something that would shock me."
Sydney glanced at him, feigned a left hook, lifted her right, as he went for her right arm, she lifted her left leg, kicked him behind the knee caps, causing Sark to falter, knocking him down.
"That's my girl."
She kicked him again.
"I'm not your girl."
Sark smiled as he jumped up.
"You're back."
With that, he took her arm, twisted her around. Sydney wrapped her foot around his foot and brought him down with her. Sark fell on top of her. Sydney did a somersault, causing Sark to be on the bottom. Sydney lept up. Sark leaned against the wood floor. Sydney offered her hand out, he accepted, but yanked her down next to him. The two looked at each other, breathing heavily. Sydney glanced into Sark's eyes. She found this playful mischief in them. She burst into giggles and Sark's laughter joined in.
"I can't believe I fell for that."
"I can't believe you fell for that."
They laid next to each other, the two archenemies, laughing together.
"Sydney?"
Sydney went directly to Vaughn's side.
"Hi."
"I feel a little better now."
"I'm glad, Vaughn."
"Call me Michael, please."
"Michael. I'll have to get used to it."
"I intend to stick around, Sydney."
Sydney found herself kissing him. On the lips. Vaughn seemed somewhat shocked, but fell into it. Sark cleared his throat. Sydney pulled away from Vaughn. Sark checked him over.
"Well, Mr. Vaughn, I do believe you will live."
Vaugh was still confused as to why Sark was there, but didn't ask.
"Well, Sydney, Luv, I'm afraid I must disappear. You're safe here. The only person who knows where you are is me. Until we meet again." He kissed Sydney's knuckles gently and disappeared out the door. Sydney watched him go and then turned to Vaughn.
"I love you, Sydney."
"I love you, too, Michael."
She kissed his forehead softly. "Rest now, Michael. We have the rest of our lives to live."
Sydney covered him and stroked his cheek until he fell into a deep sleep.

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