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Chapter Four
Dixon sat in the conference room, his cheek bandaged. Sloane, Marshall, Jack, and the new agent, Elizabeth sat in there. Dixon spoke.
"Sydney was in Cairo. She was working with someone, but not connected with K-Directorate."
Sloane shifted and Marshall asked, "Who was it?"
"Mr. Sark."
Everyone except Sloane was shocked, especially Jack. He didn't know anything of what had happened since she had been discovered. He was being watched more closely now. He couldn't contact the CIA at the moment either. The news that Sydney was working with Sark surprised and worried him. Sloane's voice cut into his thoughts.
"We still know nearly nothing about Mr.Sark. He's not working for The Man anymore. That agency kind of dissolved after Irina Derevko's disappearance. We don't know who he works for. Sark came in to save Sydney and they ran off, holding hands. It is possible that they are each other's weakness, if you understand. We will have to keep our eyes out for any more signs."
The other agents nodded dutifully. The meeting then disbanded.
Sark and Sydney were in the car on the way back to the house.
"I hope Dixon is okay."
"He was going to shoot you and take you back to Sloane."
"He thought I worked with K-Directorate."
"You were his partner."
"And he believes I betrayed him, the United States."
"First, he's not very bright. You and K-Directorate? Right. He can't put the clues together, can he? Now I know it kills you, bur right now, Marcus Dixon is your enemy."
Sark pressed Sydney's hand in comfort.
"Guess what?" Sydney questioned.
"What?"
"I deserve another piece of information about you."
"Oh?"
"Yes. And I get to ask the question. What is your first name?"
"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone else."
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"It's Andrew."
"Andrew Sark."
He nodded. She smiled brightly.
"I like it."
"That just makes my day."
"No need for sarcasm. You know what I think?"
"No."
"You may be a murderer, but I do believe you are softening up a little bit."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Only because of you." He muttered.
"Hmmm?"
"I said we're here."
She nodded.
He looked at her. "Sydney..."
"Yeah?"
He leaned over the seat and kissed her cheek, featherlight.
"Thank you for your help."
Sydney got out of the car and grinned at him.
"It felt good to be out. I wish you would tell me what it's all for. I don't usually trust or help the bad guys."
Sark opened the front door.
"You are way too curious, Miss Bristow, way too curious."
Michael was waiting impatiently for Sydney to come back. He heard the British accent say, "You are way too curious, Miss Bristow, way too curious." as they entered the door.
"Are you all right? Did everything go okay?"
"Dixon saw me. Sloane told them I was a double for K-Directorate."
"Great."
"I had to kick Dixon before Sark took over for me. But he knows that I'm in contact with Sark. He's probably reporting it to Sloane and my dad, who is probably not a happy person."
"Is your father ever happy?"
"Michael."
"Right."
"I wish I could talk to him. I mean, I've never had a great relationship with my father, but we were repairing it. I haven't talked to him in a month. What am I saying? None of you have talked to your families. They don't even know where you are or if you're safe."
Sark moved forward. "I wouldn't say that, Luv."
"Why?"
"I wrote and sent individual notes detailing your health to each of your families, sent anonymously. Except Mr. Vaughn's, of course. I told your mother you were happy and healthy."
Sydney's mouth dropped open and impulsively she hugged him.
"Thank you."
He shrugged, but kept his arm on her back.
Francie smiled as well. "Thanks, Mr. Sark."
"Your welcome, Francie."
"Why would you do this, Mr. Sark?" Will asked.
"You're families deserved to know you were okay."
He pulled away from Sydney and disappeared into the bedroom. Sydney tilted her head. Vaughn hugged Sydney and kissed her. "I'm glad you're here safely."
Sydney smiled. "I'm going to go check on him."
"He doesn't need someone to check on him."
"Vaughn..." She left them in the living room.
"Andrew, can I come in?"
"No."
Sydney opened the door.
"Too bad."
He had a pillow over his head.
"Trying to commit suicide?"
"Trying to escape."
She sat next to him. "Headache, huh?"
"How did you know?"
"I do the same thing."
Sydney took the pillow and began to massage his head for him. He moaned.
"Why do you care?"
"You saved me, Andrew. You have helped my friends. I may not understand you, but I still love you for it."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Andrew."
"Did you know it kills me everytime you call me that?"
"Why?"
"I haven't been called Andrew in 8 years, been him for 15."
"What do you mean?"
"Andrew died when I was 13."
"What?"
He put a finger on her pink lips.
"I'm giving you your cryptic tidbit right now."
"Oh."
"Irina recruited me when I was 18. When I turned 20, I demanded more respect than most. People addressed me as Mr. Sark. I wasn't Andrew any longer. He would have hated what I was. Mr. Sark was different."
Sydney sighed.
"Do you want me to stop calling you Andrew?"
"No. You're making me remember who I used to be."
"Is that good?"
"Sometimes." She stopped rubbing his smooth skin.
"What happened when you were 13?"
"Ah, ah. No more information now. I'll be leaving in an hour."
"If you leave, I'll never learn anything about you."
"Sydney, I'll be back eventually. I'm bound to be by again someday."
"Andrew, don't leave."
"I need to decipher the manual and work with the jewelry box."
"Fine."
She stood up and whirled around. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back down.
"Why are you angry?"
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. I know what happens when you're angry, after all, I'm usually the one who makes you mad. You're eyes get this fire."
"You're deserting us again."
"I have to leave."
"Then leave. Now."
"Okay, I will."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Sark's lips crashed down on Sydney's. She almost fought it, but stopped short. She melted into the kiss and as soon as it started it ended. He was out of bed and out the door before Sydney could mutter a, "What have I done?"
END OF PART TWO! THANKS FOR READING! READ PART THREE HISTORY!
Chapter Four
Dixon sat in the conference room, his cheek bandaged. Sloane, Marshall, Jack, and the new agent, Elizabeth sat in there. Dixon spoke.
"Sydney was in Cairo. She was working with someone, but not connected with K-Directorate."
Sloane shifted and Marshall asked, "Who was it?"
"Mr. Sark."
Everyone except Sloane was shocked, especially Jack. He didn't know anything of what had happened since she had been discovered. He was being watched more closely now. He couldn't contact the CIA at the moment either. The news that Sydney was working with Sark surprised and worried him. Sloane's voice cut into his thoughts.
"We still know nearly nothing about Mr.Sark. He's not working for The Man anymore. That agency kind of dissolved after Irina Derevko's disappearance. We don't know who he works for. Sark came in to save Sydney and they ran off, holding hands. It is possible that they are each other's weakness, if you understand. We will have to keep our eyes out for any more signs."
The other agents nodded dutifully. The meeting then disbanded.
Sark and Sydney were in the car on the way back to the house.
"I hope Dixon is okay."
"He was going to shoot you and take you back to Sloane."
"He thought I worked with K-Directorate."
"You were his partner."
"And he believes I betrayed him, the United States."
"First, he's not very bright. You and K-Directorate? Right. He can't put the clues together, can he? Now I know it kills you, bur right now, Marcus Dixon is your enemy."
Sark pressed Sydney's hand in comfort.
"Guess what?" Sydney questioned.
"What?"
"I deserve another piece of information about you."
"Oh?"
"Yes. And I get to ask the question. What is your first name?"
"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone else."
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"It's Andrew."
"Andrew Sark."
He nodded. She smiled brightly.
"I like it."
"That just makes my day."
"No need for sarcasm. You know what I think?"
"No."
"You may be a murderer, but I do believe you are softening up a little bit."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Only because of you." He muttered.
"Hmmm?"
"I said we're here."
She nodded.
He looked at her. "Sydney..."
"Yeah?"
He leaned over the seat and kissed her cheek, featherlight.
"Thank you for your help."
Sydney got out of the car and grinned at him.
"It felt good to be out. I wish you would tell me what it's all for. I don't usually trust or help the bad guys."
Sark opened the front door.
"You are way too curious, Miss Bristow, way too curious."
Michael was waiting impatiently for Sydney to come back. He heard the British accent say, "You are way too curious, Miss Bristow, way too curious." as they entered the door.
"Are you all right? Did everything go okay?"
"Dixon saw me. Sloane told them I was a double for K-Directorate."
"Great."
"I had to kick Dixon before Sark took over for me. But he knows that I'm in contact with Sark. He's probably reporting it to Sloane and my dad, who is probably not a happy person."
"Is your father ever happy?"
"Michael."
"Right."
"I wish I could talk to him. I mean, I've never had a great relationship with my father, but we were repairing it. I haven't talked to him in a month. What am I saying? None of you have talked to your families. They don't even know where you are or if you're safe."
Sark moved forward. "I wouldn't say that, Luv."
"Why?"
"I wrote and sent individual notes detailing your health to each of your families, sent anonymously. Except Mr. Vaughn's, of course. I told your mother you were happy and healthy."
Sydney's mouth dropped open and impulsively she hugged him.
"Thank you."
He shrugged, but kept his arm on her back.
Francie smiled as well. "Thanks, Mr. Sark."
"Your welcome, Francie."
"Why would you do this, Mr. Sark?" Will asked.
"You're families deserved to know you were okay."
He pulled away from Sydney and disappeared into the bedroom. Sydney tilted her head. Vaughn hugged Sydney and kissed her. "I'm glad you're here safely."
Sydney smiled. "I'm going to go check on him."
"He doesn't need someone to check on him."
"Vaughn..." She left them in the living room.
"Andrew, can I come in?"
"No."
Sydney opened the door.
"Too bad."
He had a pillow over his head.
"Trying to commit suicide?"
"Trying to escape."
She sat next to him. "Headache, huh?"
"How did you know?"
"I do the same thing."
Sydney took the pillow and began to massage his head for him. He moaned.
"Why do you care?"
"You saved me, Andrew. You have helped my friends. I may not understand you, but I still love you for it."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Andrew."
"Did you know it kills me everytime you call me that?"
"Why?"
"I haven't been called Andrew in 8 years, been him for 15."
"What do you mean?"
"Andrew died when I was 13."
"What?"
He put a finger on her pink lips.
"I'm giving you your cryptic tidbit right now."
"Oh."
"Irina recruited me when I was 18. When I turned 20, I demanded more respect than most. People addressed me as Mr. Sark. I wasn't Andrew any longer. He would have hated what I was. Mr. Sark was different."
Sydney sighed.
"Do you want me to stop calling you Andrew?"
"No. You're making me remember who I used to be."
"Is that good?"
"Sometimes." She stopped rubbing his smooth skin.
"What happened when you were 13?"
"Ah, ah. No more information now. I'll be leaving in an hour."
"If you leave, I'll never learn anything about you."
"Sydney, I'll be back eventually. I'm bound to be by again someday."
"Andrew, don't leave."
"I need to decipher the manual and work with the jewelry box."
"Fine."
She stood up and whirled around. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back down.
"Why are you angry?"
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. I know what happens when you're angry, after all, I'm usually the one who makes you mad. You're eyes get this fire."
"You're deserting us again."
"I have to leave."
"Then leave. Now."
"Okay, I will."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Sark's lips crashed down on Sydney's. She almost fought it, but stopped short. She melted into the kiss and as soon as it started it ended. He was out of bed and out the door before Sydney could mutter a, "What have I done?"
END OF PART TWO! THANKS FOR READING! READ PART THREE HISTORY!