Author: Vona
Title: Discovery
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of them are mine, not even Sark. Oh, but I did add Elizabeth. She's the only one I own. J.J. the genius owns the rest. This is Part two of the Haven series, but you don't really have to read the one before it to understand. I'll give a quick summary of Savior after this.
Spoilers: None, really, except for the episodes already aired.
Pairing: S/V and S/S
Summary: Sydney struggles with feelings for Sark while out on a mission he asked her for help on. She runs into some trouble and Sark comes to rescue her. In the meantime, Vaughn is oblivious to Sydney's issues. Part Two of a Five parter series. I mean Five part series, not five chapters...just to clarify. And this will be split up into chapters.
Feedback: I need feedback desperately.
PREVIOUSLY, IN SAVIOR: Sydney was discovered as a double agent by Sloane. He goes to deal with this accordingly, but Vaughn finds out first. He goes to hide Sydney, Francie and Will, but he gets caught himself. Sydney accepts help from Sark, and together they save Vaughn. But of course, Sark wanted something in return, so Sydney helped him steal a Rambaldi jewelry box from the vault. Syd, Will, Francie, and Vaughn are all still in hiding.
DISCOVERY
Michael Vaughn pet Donovan calmly from the comfortable couch. He was recovering from his recent encounter with Arvin Sloane, the head of SD-6. He looked around the room, just beginning to be fully aware of his surroundings. Sydney was sitting on a stool in the kitchen wearing...Alice's clothes? Will was typing steadily on a lap top and Francie was also in the kitchen, cooking something. He wasn't quite sure where he was.
"Sydney?" He called out
"Michael! You're awake."
She rushed out to meet him.
"Where are we?"
"A place just outside Los Angeles."
"How did we get here?"
Sydney and Will exchanged a look, not unnoticed by Vaughn.
"What?"
"You don't remember anything?"
"Not really. Sloane was trying to get me to tell him where you were and then I blacked out."
"You were in the conversation room. Sark and I broke into SD-6 and escaped with you."
"Sark."
"Yes."
"Mr. Sark."
"Yes."
"He knows where we are?"
"He should. It's his place, I think."
Vaughn's green eyes widened.
"Excuse me?"
"Michael, he helped us a great deal. He hacked in, he helped me take out Sloane, and helped heal you."
"Take out Sloane and what?"
Vaughn felt undeniably lost.
"Sloane is alive, just a little unable to walk. And Sark stitched you up, gave you morphine, and bound your arm. He saved all four of our lives."
"Mr. Sark."
"Yes."
Vaughn fell quiet, to digest all of the information just handed to him.
"What does he want?"
"Nothing."
"He always wants something."
Sydney shook her head. What Vaughn didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"I don't know why you're trusting Sark, Sydney. You never have before."
"He sort of proved himself the day he helped me save you. I couldn't have done it without him."
Vaughn shook his head.
"Isn't it like making a deal with the devil?"
Sydney shrugged. The door unlocked and she jumped a little. Mr. Sark strode through the door.
"Hold your horses, Luvie."
Sydney sighed and raked her gaze over him. She had forgotten how young he was. Or how young she thought he was. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, holding several other shopping bags. It made him look like a college student. He placed the bags on the counter.
"I brought food and some new clothes for all of you. I figured you would be tired of your current clothing choices, especially you, Syd."
Vaughn tensed when he heard the familiar term of Sydney's name used.
"Thank you," Francie said, quietly.
Sark nodded at her.
"I'd like to speak with you, Luv. Privately."
Sydney agreed and followed him into a bedroom. Vaughn struggled to get up. He wanted to know what was being said.
Sark stretched out across the bed. Sydney rolled her eyes.
"I'm staying here tonight."
"Great. We'll have a slumber party." Sydney replied wryly.
"Will you braid my hair?"
Sydney chuckled, despite herself. She sat next to him.
"You wanted something else."
He shrugged, "You don't know that."
She gave him a pointed look.
"Okay. You do."
Sydney smiled. Sark studied her. Her hair fell in front of her face, blocking her eyes. Sark brushed it away. Sydney watched him.
"I need your help, Luv."
"My help?"
"Yes. I'm looking for a book."
"A book?"
"Are you going to keep repeating everything I say?"
"Maybe."
"It's an instruction manual."
"To?"
"The jewelry box."
"For your organization." Sydney finished.
"For me."
"Why should I help you?"
"Because I'm a handsome, charming man."
"Try again."
"Because I need you're help and you are an incredibly talented woman. We make a great team, and you're potential is being wasted cooped up in this house."
"You want me to help the bad guys?"
"I want you to help me take down SD-6."
Sydney's eyes flashed. Sark knew he had hit his mark. He winked at her. Sydney nodded slowly.
"All right."
"Great. Thanks, Luv." Sark closed his eyes, closing their conversation.
Vaughn, on the other side, sighed loudly. He inched his way back to the couch. Will watched Vaughn's reaction. "What going on in there?"
"Sark is trying to talk Sydney into helping him. I knew he was going to want something. People like him don't work without alterior motives."
Sydney emerged from the bedroom, shutting the door quietly.
"He's tired. Jet-lag evidentally affects us all, even the monsters."
She smiled and headed towards to the kitchen. Francie was studying the three. Sydney could feel their prying eyes on her.
"It's his house thing. He can stay here if he wants."
She slammed the kitchen door, which Sark to peek out.
"What's going on?"
"It doesn't concern you, Mr. Sark."
"Touche', Mr. Tippin, Touche'. " Mr. Sark went back into the bedroom and laid back down.
Francie shook her head.
"What's up, Syd?"
"Nothing."
"Slamming the door, yelling at us. Something is always wrong when you do that."
"I'm just tired of being stuck here and of Will and Vaughn acting like I have no common sense. I know who Mr. Sark is, well, kind of. I probably know more about him than anyone else does. I know his fighting styles, his manipulations, his weaknesses, and his desires. I know."
Francie nodded, patiently.
"They just want you be to safe."
"I'm thirty, Fran. I know how to take care of myself."
"I know that and you know that. They're being good friends and they're being men."
Sydney sighed. "I'm going to go change."
She searched through the bag and found a package labeled to her. She lifted it and took it into the bathroom.
Sydney had just gotten out of the shower. She sat down and opened the bag. Pinned onto a simple v-necked black t-shirt was a note, scribbled out hastily.
Sydney,
I do hope the clothing fits you well. I guessed what size you were. If you have any complaints, tell me before I leave and I'll see what I can do.
Sark
Sydney pulled out the pair of Express jeans and the t-shirt.
"He has good taste,"she muttered as she left the bathroom.
"I'm glad you think so."
Sydney started after almost knocking Sark down.
"What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"
"So, the clothes are acceptable, I assume?" Sark continued on.
"Yeah. Thanks."
He nodded.
"I'd like to go over our plans tonight, if you can find the time, "Sark said, wryly.
"I think I can manage to spare a little bit of time for you."
"It's in Cairo."
"Egypt. I like Egypt."
"I'd take you sight-seeing, but we'll have to get in and out as soon as possible."
Will appeared in the hallway.
"Dinner's ready, Sydney. Is he eating also?"
"Yes, I am, Mr. Tippin."
"Great." Will turned around angrily. Sydney was almost being friends with Sark. Has she forgotten who he was?
Sark glanced at Sydney.
"He's the president of my fan club."
"You tortured him, Sark."
"I had my orders."
"I don't follow orders. You didn't have to follow yours."
"And let your mother kill me? I don't think so."
That was the first time he had mentioned her mother. Sydney tensed. She left for the kitchen, Sark reluctantly following.
Dinner was uncomfortable, to say the least. Sydney sat next to Vaughn and his arm was on her chair. Will sat next to Vaughn and Francie to avoid sitting next to Sark.
Sark finally broke the silence. "Well, isn't this fun?"
Francie cracked a grin. Vaughn rolled his eyes and Sydney sent him a warning glare. Will was tired of pretending that all of this was okay.
"Why is he here? We don't like him, he doesn't like us. What the heck does he want?"
Sydney cleared her throat. "He was in town."
"I know he helped us, but we are not friends. We will never be friends."
"I am not here for friendship, Mr. Tippin."
Sydney finished, "It's his place. He can stay here when he wants. He's brought us food and clothes. I know you don't like him. Neither do I, but we should at least give him a small break."
"That's what he wants, Sydney."
Sark stood up. "I'll just eat later."
He left the room. Sydney sighed and began to rub her temples. Vaughn enveloped her in his arms.
Sark sat in the chair in the bedroom. He started to drum his fingers impatiently. He had to get out of here. Being in Mr. Tippin's presence almost made him feel guilty for the injuries he had caused. He didn't have a conscience. He had lost it the day he signed on with Irina Derevko. You couldn't afford to have a conscience in his line of work. He closed his eyes and began to massage his temples. He had this pounding headache he couldn't seem to shake. He groaned. He wished he had never come here. This was not good for him. He heard a light knock on the door.
"C'mon in, Luvie."
"How'd you know it was me?" She asked as she opened the door.
"Because you're the only one in the house who speaks to me and the only one other than Miss Calfo polite enough to knock."
Sydney shook her head. She sat across from him and pulled her knees up to her chest. They stared at each other for a while in silence.
"Who are you?" Sydney finally asked.
Sark averted his gaze.
"I am Mr. Sark."
"But who are you? You have no real identity except for being an assassin named Mr. Sark, who never breaks his promises, an excellent spy, and despite what you'd like to think, quite useful."
Sark smirked slightly. "Why do you want to know?"
"I have an inquisitive mind."
Sark shook his head.
"Please. You know everything about me. I don't even know you're first name."
Sark shrugged.
"It isn't relevant."
"I won't help you if you don't tell me something."
"I will inform you of one morsel. Then, you swear you will help me, correct?"
"Yes."
"I am..."
Sydney leaned forward.
"From Liverpool, England."
Sydney jumped out of her chair and hit him with all of her power. He fell out of the chair and they both toppled over, a loud crash heard.
"You tricked me."
"I told you something about myself. There was no trick."
"I already knew you were from England, Mr. Cockney Accent."
He kept a steady gaze on Sydney, who had fallen partially on top of him.
"Someday, I may reveal more, Luv, but not today."
Vaughn came dashing into the room, at least as fast as his injuries would allow.
"Sydney! Are you okay!?"
He clambored inside, Will and Francie following. All three stopped short when they saw them. Sydney suddenly realized where she was. She lept up.
"I'm fine. I hit Sark and his chair fell over. We both fell. It's really not a big deal."
Vaughn stared at them.
"Okay." He said, shakily.
"I'm all right, Michael."
He kissed her softly.
"I'm just worried," he whispered.
"I understand." The three left Sark and Sydney alone again.
Title: Discovery
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of them are mine, not even Sark. Oh, but I did add Elizabeth. She's the only one I own. J.J. the genius owns the rest. This is Part two of the Haven series, but you don't really have to read the one before it to understand. I'll give a quick summary of Savior after this.
Spoilers: None, really, except for the episodes already aired.
Pairing: S/V and S/S
Summary: Sydney struggles with feelings for Sark while out on a mission he asked her for help on. She runs into some trouble and Sark comes to rescue her. In the meantime, Vaughn is oblivious to Sydney's issues. Part Two of a Five parter series. I mean Five part series, not five chapters...just to clarify. And this will be split up into chapters.
Feedback: I need feedback desperately.
PREVIOUSLY, IN SAVIOR: Sydney was discovered as a double agent by Sloane. He goes to deal with this accordingly, but Vaughn finds out first. He goes to hide Sydney, Francie and Will, but he gets caught himself. Sydney accepts help from Sark, and together they save Vaughn. But of course, Sark wanted something in return, so Sydney helped him steal a Rambaldi jewelry box from the vault. Syd, Will, Francie, and Vaughn are all still in hiding.
DISCOVERY
Michael Vaughn pet Donovan calmly from the comfortable couch. He was recovering from his recent encounter with Arvin Sloane, the head of SD-6. He looked around the room, just beginning to be fully aware of his surroundings. Sydney was sitting on a stool in the kitchen wearing...Alice's clothes? Will was typing steadily on a lap top and Francie was also in the kitchen, cooking something. He wasn't quite sure where he was.
"Sydney?" He called out
"Michael! You're awake."
She rushed out to meet him.
"Where are we?"
"A place just outside Los Angeles."
"How did we get here?"
Sydney and Will exchanged a look, not unnoticed by Vaughn.
"What?"
"You don't remember anything?"
"Not really. Sloane was trying to get me to tell him where you were and then I blacked out."
"You were in the conversation room. Sark and I broke into SD-6 and escaped with you."
"Sark."
"Yes."
"Mr. Sark."
"Yes."
"He knows where we are?"
"He should. It's his place, I think."
Vaughn's green eyes widened.
"Excuse me?"
"Michael, he helped us a great deal. He hacked in, he helped me take out Sloane, and helped heal you."
"Take out Sloane and what?"
Vaughn felt undeniably lost.
"Sloane is alive, just a little unable to walk. And Sark stitched you up, gave you morphine, and bound your arm. He saved all four of our lives."
"Mr. Sark."
"Yes."
Vaughn fell quiet, to digest all of the information just handed to him.
"What does he want?"
"Nothing."
"He always wants something."
Sydney shook her head. What Vaughn didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"I don't know why you're trusting Sark, Sydney. You never have before."
"He sort of proved himself the day he helped me save you. I couldn't have done it without him."
Vaughn shook his head.
"Isn't it like making a deal with the devil?"
Sydney shrugged. The door unlocked and she jumped a little. Mr. Sark strode through the door.
"Hold your horses, Luvie."
Sydney sighed and raked her gaze over him. She had forgotten how young he was. Or how young she thought he was. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, holding several other shopping bags. It made him look like a college student. He placed the bags on the counter.
"I brought food and some new clothes for all of you. I figured you would be tired of your current clothing choices, especially you, Syd."
Vaughn tensed when he heard the familiar term of Sydney's name used.
"Thank you," Francie said, quietly.
Sark nodded at her.
"I'd like to speak with you, Luv. Privately."
Sydney agreed and followed him into a bedroom. Vaughn struggled to get up. He wanted to know what was being said.
Sark stretched out across the bed. Sydney rolled her eyes.
"I'm staying here tonight."
"Great. We'll have a slumber party." Sydney replied wryly.
"Will you braid my hair?"
Sydney chuckled, despite herself. She sat next to him.
"You wanted something else."
He shrugged, "You don't know that."
She gave him a pointed look.
"Okay. You do."
Sydney smiled. Sark studied her. Her hair fell in front of her face, blocking her eyes. Sark brushed it away. Sydney watched him.
"I need your help, Luv."
"My help?"
"Yes. I'm looking for a book."
"A book?"
"Are you going to keep repeating everything I say?"
"Maybe."
"It's an instruction manual."
"To?"
"The jewelry box."
"For your organization." Sydney finished.
"For me."
"Why should I help you?"
"Because I'm a handsome, charming man."
"Try again."
"Because I need you're help and you are an incredibly talented woman. We make a great team, and you're potential is being wasted cooped up in this house."
"You want me to help the bad guys?"
"I want you to help me take down SD-6."
Sydney's eyes flashed. Sark knew he had hit his mark. He winked at her. Sydney nodded slowly.
"All right."
"Great. Thanks, Luv." Sark closed his eyes, closing their conversation.
Vaughn, on the other side, sighed loudly. He inched his way back to the couch. Will watched Vaughn's reaction. "What going on in there?"
"Sark is trying to talk Sydney into helping him. I knew he was going to want something. People like him don't work without alterior motives."
Sydney emerged from the bedroom, shutting the door quietly.
"He's tired. Jet-lag evidentally affects us all, even the monsters."
She smiled and headed towards to the kitchen. Francie was studying the three. Sydney could feel their prying eyes on her.
"It's his house thing. He can stay here if he wants."
She slammed the kitchen door, which Sark to peek out.
"What's going on?"
"It doesn't concern you, Mr. Sark."
"Touche', Mr. Tippin, Touche'. " Mr. Sark went back into the bedroom and laid back down.
Francie shook her head.
"What's up, Syd?"
"Nothing."
"Slamming the door, yelling at us. Something is always wrong when you do that."
"I'm just tired of being stuck here and of Will and Vaughn acting like I have no common sense. I know who Mr. Sark is, well, kind of. I probably know more about him than anyone else does. I know his fighting styles, his manipulations, his weaknesses, and his desires. I know."
Francie nodded, patiently.
"They just want you be to safe."
"I'm thirty, Fran. I know how to take care of myself."
"I know that and you know that. They're being good friends and they're being men."
Sydney sighed. "I'm going to go change."
She searched through the bag and found a package labeled to her. She lifted it and took it into the bathroom.
Sydney had just gotten out of the shower. She sat down and opened the bag. Pinned onto a simple v-necked black t-shirt was a note, scribbled out hastily.
Sydney,
I do hope the clothing fits you well. I guessed what size you were. If you have any complaints, tell me before I leave and I'll see what I can do.
Sark
Sydney pulled out the pair of Express jeans and the t-shirt.
"He has good taste,"she muttered as she left the bathroom.
"I'm glad you think so."
Sydney started after almost knocking Sark down.
"What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"
"So, the clothes are acceptable, I assume?" Sark continued on.
"Yeah. Thanks."
He nodded.
"I'd like to go over our plans tonight, if you can find the time, "Sark said, wryly.
"I think I can manage to spare a little bit of time for you."
"It's in Cairo."
"Egypt. I like Egypt."
"I'd take you sight-seeing, but we'll have to get in and out as soon as possible."
Will appeared in the hallway.
"Dinner's ready, Sydney. Is he eating also?"
"Yes, I am, Mr. Tippin."
"Great." Will turned around angrily. Sydney was almost being friends with Sark. Has she forgotten who he was?
Sark glanced at Sydney.
"He's the president of my fan club."
"You tortured him, Sark."
"I had my orders."
"I don't follow orders. You didn't have to follow yours."
"And let your mother kill me? I don't think so."
That was the first time he had mentioned her mother. Sydney tensed. She left for the kitchen, Sark reluctantly following.
Dinner was uncomfortable, to say the least. Sydney sat next to Vaughn and his arm was on her chair. Will sat next to Vaughn and Francie to avoid sitting next to Sark.
Sark finally broke the silence. "Well, isn't this fun?"
Francie cracked a grin. Vaughn rolled his eyes and Sydney sent him a warning glare. Will was tired of pretending that all of this was okay.
"Why is he here? We don't like him, he doesn't like us. What the heck does he want?"
Sydney cleared her throat. "He was in town."
"I know he helped us, but we are not friends. We will never be friends."
"I am not here for friendship, Mr. Tippin."
Sydney finished, "It's his place. He can stay here when he wants. He's brought us food and clothes. I know you don't like him. Neither do I, but we should at least give him a small break."
"That's what he wants, Sydney."
Sark stood up. "I'll just eat later."
He left the room. Sydney sighed and began to rub her temples. Vaughn enveloped her in his arms.
Sark sat in the chair in the bedroom. He started to drum his fingers impatiently. He had to get out of here. Being in Mr. Tippin's presence almost made him feel guilty for the injuries he had caused. He didn't have a conscience. He had lost it the day he signed on with Irina Derevko. You couldn't afford to have a conscience in his line of work. He closed his eyes and began to massage his temples. He had this pounding headache he couldn't seem to shake. He groaned. He wished he had never come here. This was not good for him. He heard a light knock on the door.
"C'mon in, Luvie."
"How'd you know it was me?" She asked as she opened the door.
"Because you're the only one in the house who speaks to me and the only one other than Miss Calfo polite enough to knock."
Sydney shook her head. She sat across from him and pulled her knees up to her chest. They stared at each other for a while in silence.
"Who are you?" Sydney finally asked.
Sark averted his gaze.
"I am Mr. Sark."
"But who are you? You have no real identity except for being an assassin named Mr. Sark, who never breaks his promises, an excellent spy, and despite what you'd like to think, quite useful."
Sark smirked slightly. "Why do you want to know?"
"I have an inquisitive mind."
Sark shook his head.
"Please. You know everything about me. I don't even know you're first name."
Sark shrugged.
"It isn't relevant."
"I won't help you if you don't tell me something."
"I will inform you of one morsel. Then, you swear you will help me, correct?"
"Yes."
"I am..."
Sydney leaned forward.
"From Liverpool, England."
Sydney jumped out of her chair and hit him with all of her power. He fell out of the chair and they both toppled over, a loud crash heard.
"You tricked me."
"I told you something about myself. There was no trick."
"I already knew you were from England, Mr. Cockney Accent."
He kept a steady gaze on Sydney, who had fallen partially on top of him.
"Someday, I may reveal more, Luv, but not today."
Vaughn came dashing into the room, at least as fast as his injuries would allow.
"Sydney! Are you okay!?"
He clambored inside, Will and Francie following. All three stopped short when they saw them. Sydney suddenly realized where she was. She lept up.
"I'm fine. I hit Sark and his chair fell over. We both fell. It's really not a big deal."
Vaughn stared at them.
"Okay." He said, shakily.
"I'm all right, Michael."
He kissed her softly.
"I'm just worried," he whispered.
"I understand." The three left Sark and Sydney alone again.