Disclaimer First Chapter.
Chapter Three
They were on the plane, sitting in silence to each other. Sydney stared at the ocean. Sark started at her. It was a vicious circle. Finally, she looked up at him.
"What?"
"I could ask you the same thing. You have been in your own world since we boarded the plane in New York."
"I'm just thinking."
"About what, Luv?"
"My life now."
She fell quiet again. Sark prodded her on.
"What about it?"
Sydney sighed heavily.
"It's nothing."
He lifted her chin up so she was looking him directly in the eyes. Sydney was shocked at the emotions that was displayed in his baby blues. She could feel herself drowning in the concern that echoed in his blue pools. She let out a quiet gasp.
"Tell me."
"I just hate it now. Before I had a purpose. Get up, take SD-6 down, make Sloane pay, kick your butt. I've lost it all. I'm stuck inside all the time. I feel like I'm being suffocated. Will and Michael, gosh. They worry about me all the time. I love them both, but I can take care of myself. I've been able to since I was a little girl. I don't like them acting like I need protecting from the world. I can protect myself."
"Of course, you can."
"I just feel so lost. I don't know what to do."
Sark nodded.
"You can take care of yourself. You have a reason to live."
"Do I?"
"I promise, you do."
Sydney tried to smile. Sark slowly wrapped an arm around her. She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. He smelled like expensive cologne. He started to rub her back. She groaned quietly and Sark closed his eyes.
"Tell me something." Sydney requested.
"What?"
"Something about you."
Sark thought for a moment.
"I'm 28."
"28?"
"Mhm."
"When's your birthday?"
"One step at a time, Luv."
Sydney grunted.
"Grunting isn't very becoming."
Sydney shook her head and her breathing started to steady. She was asleep. Sark leaned his cheek on her forehead and slept his usual way, with one eye open.
They arrived in Cairo seven hours later. They checked into a hotel for costume change. Sark put on his designer black pants and a button down black shirt. Sydney came out, straightening her skirt.
"I'm ready."
"You're beautiful."
Sydney shook her head and flipped her blond hair over her shoulder.
"Thanks."
"Let's go." He took her arm and led her to a jeep.
They pulled into the parking lot of the museum. Sark handed a picture to Sydney. "This is who you are going to talk to. Keep him busy for eight or ten minutes. Here's our communication."
He handed her a blue necklace. "I can hear everything you say and I'll be able to transmit my words into your ear piece."
Sydney nodded.
"Be careful, Luv."
She smiled. "Of course, I will, cutie."
Sark rolled her eyes. Sydney exited the car and entered the museum.
Sydney glanced around and searched for Dr. Bay. She spotted him and walked over. In a terribly touristy American accent, she began, "Hello. I was wondering if you could help me find the temple of Karnac section."
"Of course. We have a replica right over there. I have a meeting..."
"Oh, but I really wish you would join me. My name is Cosetta Faulk. Please."
"I'm Dr. Bay. I'd love to come..."
"A doctor! You mean, you, like, save people's lives! That is so cool!"
"No. I am a doctor of Egyptology."
"How fascinating! So, you know what all the pictures mean?!"
"Yes. They're called heiroglyphs, Mrs. Faulk."
"Oh, I'm not married, Doctor. You absolutely must come with. I am dying to know what the pi...heiroglyphs are saying!"
Sydney sent him an award winning smile.
"Well, perhaps for a few moments."
Sydney beamed. The doctor took her inside the temple replica. They walked trough various artifacts before Sydney felt a hand clamp on her shoulder. She figured it was Sark, but she turned around and found Dixon glaring icily at her.
"Dixon!" She gasped.
"You betrayed us, Sydney. The country."
"No. You don't understand."
"K-Directorate! You shot Sloane in the legs!"
The doctor stood in a dumbfounded silence.
"You're coming back with me, Sydney."
Sark came running into the room. He saw Sydney's predicament, Dixon with a gun trained on her. He was ready to toss a gun to Sydney when she shook her head. Dixon looked like he was about to shoot her. Sydney kicked his hand and the gun flew across the room. Sark tackled him. He punched Dixon twice until Sydney pulled him off. "Sark! Let's go!"
He grabbed her hand and they ran away from the museum.
"Did you get it?"
"Yeah."
Chapter Three
They were on the plane, sitting in silence to each other. Sydney stared at the ocean. Sark started at her. It was a vicious circle. Finally, she looked up at him.
"What?"
"I could ask you the same thing. You have been in your own world since we boarded the plane in New York."
"I'm just thinking."
"About what, Luv?"
"My life now."
She fell quiet again. Sark prodded her on.
"What about it?"
Sydney sighed heavily.
"It's nothing."
He lifted her chin up so she was looking him directly in the eyes. Sydney was shocked at the emotions that was displayed in his baby blues. She could feel herself drowning in the concern that echoed in his blue pools. She let out a quiet gasp.
"Tell me."
"I just hate it now. Before I had a purpose. Get up, take SD-6 down, make Sloane pay, kick your butt. I've lost it all. I'm stuck inside all the time. I feel like I'm being suffocated. Will and Michael, gosh. They worry about me all the time. I love them both, but I can take care of myself. I've been able to since I was a little girl. I don't like them acting like I need protecting from the world. I can protect myself."
"Of course, you can."
"I just feel so lost. I don't know what to do."
Sark nodded.
"You can take care of yourself. You have a reason to live."
"Do I?"
"I promise, you do."
Sydney tried to smile. Sark slowly wrapped an arm around her. She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. He smelled like expensive cologne. He started to rub her back. She groaned quietly and Sark closed his eyes.
"Tell me something." Sydney requested.
"What?"
"Something about you."
Sark thought for a moment.
"I'm 28."
"28?"
"Mhm."
"When's your birthday?"
"One step at a time, Luv."
Sydney grunted.
"Grunting isn't very becoming."
Sydney shook her head and her breathing started to steady. She was asleep. Sark leaned his cheek on her forehead and slept his usual way, with one eye open.
They arrived in Cairo seven hours later. They checked into a hotel for costume change. Sark put on his designer black pants and a button down black shirt. Sydney came out, straightening her skirt.
"I'm ready."
"You're beautiful."
Sydney shook her head and flipped her blond hair over her shoulder.
"Thanks."
"Let's go." He took her arm and led her to a jeep.
They pulled into the parking lot of the museum. Sark handed a picture to Sydney. "This is who you are going to talk to. Keep him busy for eight or ten minutes. Here's our communication."
He handed her a blue necklace. "I can hear everything you say and I'll be able to transmit my words into your ear piece."
Sydney nodded.
"Be careful, Luv."
She smiled. "Of course, I will, cutie."
Sark rolled her eyes. Sydney exited the car and entered the museum.
Sydney glanced around and searched for Dr. Bay. She spotted him and walked over. In a terribly touristy American accent, she began, "Hello. I was wondering if you could help me find the temple of Karnac section."
"Of course. We have a replica right over there. I have a meeting..."
"Oh, but I really wish you would join me. My name is Cosetta Faulk. Please."
"I'm Dr. Bay. I'd love to come..."
"A doctor! You mean, you, like, save people's lives! That is so cool!"
"No. I am a doctor of Egyptology."
"How fascinating! So, you know what all the pictures mean?!"
"Yes. They're called heiroglyphs, Mrs. Faulk."
"Oh, I'm not married, Doctor. You absolutely must come with. I am dying to know what the pi...heiroglyphs are saying!"
Sydney sent him an award winning smile.
"Well, perhaps for a few moments."
Sydney beamed. The doctor took her inside the temple replica. They walked trough various artifacts before Sydney felt a hand clamp on her shoulder. She figured it was Sark, but she turned around and found Dixon glaring icily at her.
"Dixon!" She gasped.
"You betrayed us, Sydney. The country."
"No. You don't understand."
"K-Directorate! You shot Sloane in the legs!"
The doctor stood in a dumbfounded silence.
"You're coming back with me, Sydney."
Sark came running into the room. He saw Sydney's predicament, Dixon with a gun trained on her. He was ready to toss a gun to Sydney when she shook her head. Dixon looked like he was about to shoot her. Sydney kicked his hand and the gun flew across the room. Sark tackled him. He punched Dixon twice until Sydney pulled him off. "Sark! Let's go!"
He grabbed her hand and they ran away from the museum.
"Did you get it?"
"Yeah."