Disclaimer first chapter.
Chapter Two
Sark tried to keep himself from laughing. He laughed more when he was Sydney than any other time in his life.
Sydney swatted him. "Stop it."
"Could you help me up?"
"No."
Sark shook his head as he struggled to stand up.
"They act like you can't take care of yourself."
"They're good friends. Friends worry. You probably don't know that since you have no friends."
"Ouch. What did I do, Miss Bristow?"
She shrugged. "So, our plans to Cairo?" She said, changing the subject.
Sark tapped on his computer. A blue print of a building came up.
"The Museum of Cairo."
"Indeed. Very good, Miss Bristow. We will get in, split up, I will look for the manual, you will distract the doctor who is studying it."
"Really? What am I supposed to do?"
"Flirt."
"Great. Just great."
"I need you to distract him while I find the manual. Please, Luv."
"Okay."
"Lovely. I have a black wig for you to wear on the plane with some of the clothes I already gave you. For the museum, I have a long blond wig."
He furnished the wigs and a blue halter top and a short jean skirt. He gave her a pair of blue sandals.
"The girl at the store picked it out. Is it all right?"
"Fine. Actually, it's rather good."
He nodded.
"I knew you'd look good in anything, anyways."
Sydney blushed, much to her dispair.
"I better get back out there, before they come bursting in here again."
He nodded. "I want to watch some telley. Ed is on."
"Ed?"
"Mhm. You have a problem with that?"
"You just don't seem like the Ed type."
He entered the living room, Sydney following.
After several hours of unbearable silence, Vaughn fell asleep on the couch. He wasn't allowed to move around a lot, Sydney's orders. She stroked his cheek and kissed him softly. He mumbled quietly, but continued to slumber.
"I love you, Michael."
"I'm going to bed, Sydney. G'night." Will said.
Francie soon followed suit. Sydney and Sark were left again.
Syd went into the bedroom. Sark did the same.
"Are you a lost puppy?"
"No. I am going to bed."
"Fine. Why are you following me?"
"To bed."
Sydney looked at him curiously.
"Oh, no."
"Yes."
"No. No, no, no, no, no. NO!"
"Yes."
"You can sleep out here. In a chair."
"Nope. My house, my bed."
"Sleep on your floor."
"Don't want to. I want to sleep in the bed. We both need the rest tonight, so we're ready for tomorrow."
"SARK!"
"I won't even touch you. I won't even cross the imaginary line you can make."
He gave her his most charming smile.
"You come near me, you lose a hand."
Sark nodded.
Sydney chose her side of the bed. She changed in the bedroom, Sark in the bathroom. When he came in Sydney's breath caught in her throat. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms, but no shirt. Sydney couldn't take her eyes off his well defined chest. Sark noticed this, "Can I help you with something, Luv?"
Sydney threw a pillow at him, hitting him directly in the head. Sark's mouth dropped open. "Hey!" He jumped on the bed and whacked her in the head. She yelped lightly, "You're going to get it!"
Sark was laughing again. Sydney Bristow sometimes brought out this playful side he hadn't felt since he was a small child. Since before... Sydney had jumped over to his side and was pummeling him with the feather pillows. Sydney was taking all of her recent frustrations out on Sark, and it felt good. Sark fended off the blows and then grabbed one and hit her back. She started giggling. Sydney finally wore out and rolled over to her side of the bed. Sark propped himself on his elbow, studying the light in Sydney's eyes. "Night, Sydney."
"G'night."
She closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "I love Michael." With that, she fell fast asleep.
Sark woke up and felt a warm body in his arms. He looked down and found a sleeping Sydney. He muttered. "Crap."
But he didn't have the heart to wake her up. He studied her right then. Her hair was smoothed across the pillow, her eyes closed, the eyelashes dancing on her cheeks. Her face was peaceful without pain or sorrow. Her skin was soft, unblemished, and warm. He shut his eyes and breathed in her strawberry scent. Sark sighed of happiness and sadness. He was falling for Sydney. He had never expected to fall for Irina's daughter. She hated him with a passion. It was a hopeless mission. But he couldn't help it. She was in love with her handler. He opened his eyes and found Sydney, stirring. She realized where she was. She jumped out of his embrace.
"What the.."
"You came over to my side, not the other way around."
"I...what...ah!" She stormed out of the bedroom.
Sark fell back into his pillow.
"What a woman."
"Sydney? Are you okay?" Michael asked, worriedly.
"I love you, Michael."
"I love you, too, Sydney." She hugged him tightly.
"What's wrong, Baby?"
"Nothing. I'm all right. I'm going on a mission tonight with Sark."
Will leaned forward, "What?"
"He needs some help stealing a manual. We're leaving in a couple of hours."
"You can't!"
"I am."
"You're helping his organization."
"Not exactly."
"Not EXACTLY?!"
"I'm going. I'm not talking about this anymore. Now I'm going to go get ready." She kissed Vaughn softly. He smiled at her, his knee-weakening smile. He couldn't stop himself. Sydney beamed and disappeared into the bathroom. Only then did Vaughn notice Sark exiting the bedroom.
Vaughn stopped short. "Did he..."
Will nodded, just as puzzled. Francie glanced away.
"What were you doing in Sydney's bedroom?"
Sark sighed. "It's my bedroom, not Sydney's."
"Oh, my mistake. Why were you in your bedroom?"
"I slept and now I came out to get some juice. Is that okay with you, Mr. Vaughn?"
Michael watched him.
"I don't know what you're up to, but I won't let you involve Sydney."
"She's already involved, by her own free will. If you'll excuse me." Sark strolled into the kitchen. Sydney came out into the living room, wearing jeans, a pink peasant top, and her chin length black hair. Sark leaned against the door jamb.
"You look lovely, Sydney."
He handed her a glass of juice.
"I'm sort of out of shape. I haven't fought since you left."
"It'll come back to you. Besides, you shouldn't have to fight. Just flirt. I'm sure you're still very capable of that."
Sydney handed him the glass.
"Make yourself useful while I finish getting ready. Do the dishes."
"Great. Thanks, Luv. 'Do the dishes', indeed."
She winked at him as she went back into the bathroom. Sark tossed the glasses into the sink, ignoring her orders.
Sark was waiting patiently by the door. Sydney had told Will and Francie good bye quickly. She sat next to Vaughn.
"Be careful, Sydney."
"Always. Besides, now I have Sark to look after me. Remember, we're not fighting each other right now. The two of us is a deadly combination. I love you."
"I love you."
"And I love you more." Sark said jokingly from the door way. This received a dirty look from both of them. He turned back around. Sydney stroked Vaughn's cheeks and moussed his house. He held onto her tightly.
"Come back."
"I will."
She stood up and followed Sark away from the house.
Chapter Two
Sark tried to keep himself from laughing. He laughed more when he was Sydney than any other time in his life.
Sydney swatted him. "Stop it."
"Could you help me up?"
"No."
Sark shook his head as he struggled to stand up.
"They act like you can't take care of yourself."
"They're good friends. Friends worry. You probably don't know that since you have no friends."
"Ouch. What did I do, Miss Bristow?"
She shrugged. "So, our plans to Cairo?" She said, changing the subject.
Sark tapped on his computer. A blue print of a building came up.
"The Museum of Cairo."
"Indeed. Very good, Miss Bristow. We will get in, split up, I will look for the manual, you will distract the doctor who is studying it."
"Really? What am I supposed to do?"
"Flirt."
"Great. Just great."
"I need you to distract him while I find the manual. Please, Luv."
"Okay."
"Lovely. I have a black wig for you to wear on the plane with some of the clothes I already gave you. For the museum, I have a long blond wig."
He furnished the wigs and a blue halter top and a short jean skirt. He gave her a pair of blue sandals.
"The girl at the store picked it out. Is it all right?"
"Fine. Actually, it's rather good."
He nodded.
"I knew you'd look good in anything, anyways."
Sydney blushed, much to her dispair.
"I better get back out there, before they come bursting in here again."
He nodded. "I want to watch some telley. Ed is on."
"Ed?"
"Mhm. You have a problem with that?"
"You just don't seem like the Ed type."
He entered the living room, Sydney following.
After several hours of unbearable silence, Vaughn fell asleep on the couch. He wasn't allowed to move around a lot, Sydney's orders. She stroked his cheek and kissed him softly. He mumbled quietly, but continued to slumber.
"I love you, Michael."
"I'm going to bed, Sydney. G'night." Will said.
Francie soon followed suit. Sydney and Sark were left again.
Syd went into the bedroom. Sark did the same.
"Are you a lost puppy?"
"No. I am going to bed."
"Fine. Why are you following me?"
"To bed."
Sydney looked at him curiously.
"Oh, no."
"Yes."
"No. No, no, no, no, no. NO!"
"Yes."
"You can sleep out here. In a chair."
"Nope. My house, my bed."
"Sleep on your floor."
"Don't want to. I want to sleep in the bed. We both need the rest tonight, so we're ready for tomorrow."
"SARK!"
"I won't even touch you. I won't even cross the imaginary line you can make."
He gave her his most charming smile.
"You come near me, you lose a hand."
Sark nodded.
Sydney chose her side of the bed. She changed in the bedroom, Sark in the bathroom. When he came in Sydney's breath caught in her throat. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms, but no shirt. Sydney couldn't take her eyes off his well defined chest. Sark noticed this, "Can I help you with something, Luv?"
Sydney threw a pillow at him, hitting him directly in the head. Sark's mouth dropped open. "Hey!" He jumped on the bed and whacked her in the head. She yelped lightly, "You're going to get it!"
Sark was laughing again. Sydney Bristow sometimes brought out this playful side he hadn't felt since he was a small child. Since before... Sydney had jumped over to his side and was pummeling him with the feather pillows. Sydney was taking all of her recent frustrations out on Sark, and it felt good. Sark fended off the blows and then grabbed one and hit her back. She started giggling. Sydney finally wore out and rolled over to her side of the bed. Sark propped himself on his elbow, studying the light in Sydney's eyes. "Night, Sydney."
"G'night."
She closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "I love Michael." With that, she fell fast asleep.
Sark woke up and felt a warm body in his arms. He looked down and found a sleeping Sydney. He muttered. "Crap."
But he didn't have the heart to wake her up. He studied her right then. Her hair was smoothed across the pillow, her eyes closed, the eyelashes dancing on her cheeks. Her face was peaceful without pain or sorrow. Her skin was soft, unblemished, and warm. He shut his eyes and breathed in her strawberry scent. Sark sighed of happiness and sadness. He was falling for Sydney. He had never expected to fall for Irina's daughter. She hated him with a passion. It was a hopeless mission. But he couldn't help it. She was in love with her handler. He opened his eyes and found Sydney, stirring. She realized where she was. She jumped out of his embrace.
"What the.."
"You came over to my side, not the other way around."
"I...what...ah!" She stormed out of the bedroom.
Sark fell back into his pillow.
"What a woman."
"Sydney? Are you okay?" Michael asked, worriedly.
"I love you, Michael."
"I love you, too, Sydney." She hugged him tightly.
"What's wrong, Baby?"
"Nothing. I'm all right. I'm going on a mission tonight with Sark."
Will leaned forward, "What?"
"He needs some help stealing a manual. We're leaving in a couple of hours."
"You can't!"
"I am."
"You're helping his organization."
"Not exactly."
"Not EXACTLY?!"
"I'm going. I'm not talking about this anymore. Now I'm going to go get ready." She kissed Vaughn softly. He smiled at her, his knee-weakening smile. He couldn't stop himself. Sydney beamed and disappeared into the bathroom. Only then did Vaughn notice Sark exiting the bedroom.
Vaughn stopped short. "Did he..."
Will nodded, just as puzzled. Francie glanced away.
"What were you doing in Sydney's bedroom?"
Sark sighed. "It's my bedroom, not Sydney's."
"Oh, my mistake. Why were you in your bedroom?"
"I slept and now I came out to get some juice. Is that okay with you, Mr. Vaughn?"
Michael watched him.
"I don't know what you're up to, but I won't let you involve Sydney."
"She's already involved, by her own free will. If you'll excuse me." Sark strolled into the kitchen. Sydney came out into the living room, wearing jeans, a pink peasant top, and her chin length black hair. Sark leaned against the door jamb.
"You look lovely, Sydney."
He handed her a glass of juice.
"I'm sort of out of shape. I haven't fought since you left."
"It'll come back to you. Besides, you shouldn't have to fight. Just flirt. I'm sure you're still very capable of that."
Sydney handed him the glass.
"Make yourself useful while I finish getting ready. Do the dishes."
"Great. Thanks, Luv. 'Do the dishes', indeed."
She winked at him as she went back into the bathroom. Sark tossed the glasses into the sink, ignoring her orders.
Sark was waiting patiently by the door. Sydney had told Will and Francie good bye quickly. She sat next to Vaughn.
"Be careful, Sydney."
"Always. Besides, now I have Sark to look after me. Remember, we're not fighting each other right now. The two of us is a deadly combination. I love you."
"I love you."
"And I love you more." Sark said jokingly from the door way. This received a dirty look from both of them. He turned back around. Sydney stroked Vaughn's cheeks and moussed his house. He held onto her tightly.
"Come back."
"I will."
She stood up and followed Sark away from the house.