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Chapter Three
They entered the party and several men's eyes followed Sydney.
He whispered, "Maybe I should have gotten you something different to wear."
"You're jealous."
"I am not."
"Are too."
Sydney plastered a smile onto her face.
A couple of men in tuxes cam over.
"Hello, Mr. Sark."
"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Sutcliffe."
"Oh, baby, aren't you going to introduce me. I feel so left out." Sydney said in a ditsy voice.
"Of course, Luvie. This is..."
"I'm his girlfriend, Candie, with an ie."
The men kissed her hands.
"Nice to meet you, Candie."
They couldn't stop staring at her. The three men had a quick, coded conversation about the Rambaldi key. Soon, they disappeared.
Sark turned. "Candie with an ie."
"Hey, if they thought I was dumb, they wouldn't want to talk to you in private. At least I now know which part of the apartment the key is in."
"That's true."
"Oh, no."
Sark saw Dixon and Elizabeth enter. Elizabeth looked amazingly similar to Sydney.
"Go get the key now."
She started to turn, but he grabbed her wrist. "Be careful."
He kissed her lightly and then walked toward Dixon. Sark nodded to her and she had to trust him. She went to the staircase and ascended the stairs.
Sark approached Dixon and Elizabeth.
"Hullo, Mr. Dixon. It is a lovely evening, is it not?"
"Mr. Sark."
"I'd like to say a few things before we part ways. You think you understand so much, don't you, Mr. Dixon?"
Dixon didn't respond.
"You know absolutely nothing about Sydney Bristow, Arvin Sloane, or SD-6. It pains me to even have to put her name in the same sentence as the other two. When you think you've figured everything out, you haven't. The two of you had better understand that Sydney is not a traitor. She has never, ever worked with K-Directorate, nor will she ever be affiliated with them. I also highly suggest you don't mention this conversation with Mr. Sloane."
Sark turned and was about to leave.
"Mr. Sark!"
Sark stopped.
"What do you mean Sydney wasn't a traitor?"
"You investigate it, Mr. Dixon. Just don't tell anyone about it or you might end up dead."
Sark left Dixon with that cryptic message and headed to block anyone going up the stairs.
Sydney turned the corner. "Sark, you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, Luv."
"Is the door on my right or left?"
"Right."
"Code."
"715325."
Sydney punched in the numbers.
"No guards yet."
"Wait. Just wait."
She opened the door and found two.
"You're right."
"Always am."
She charged at them. She knocked the smaller one out, but the larger was much more tough. He flipped her over, but she kicked his knee. She punched him in the jaw and kicked him in the groin. She hit his head and he fell down.
"Okay. Now where?"
"You see a blue door."
"Mhm."
"Go through there and you should see a nightstand with a green lamp on it."
Sydney found it.
"Open the drawer and then tap the bottom three times."
She did. The handle of the drawer popped out. A tiny black box appeared. She opened it and the key laid on the velvet. "Got it! I'm coming down."
"No, you aren't."
Sydney turned face to face with Elizabeth.
"You're Sydney. Sydney Bristow. The one that everyone wanted me to be until she betrayed her country. But everyone still loved you. Marshall, Dixon, they all wish I was you. Even Sloane, who you betrayed. Even your enemies adore you. But now I have you. I'll take you in and people will finally stop comparing me to you."
"I thought I had issues." Sydney said before they started to fight. One hand slapped Sydney. Sydney kicked her down, almost knocking her out. She tied her to the cabinet.
"No wonder they compare you to me. I'm better than you will ever be!"
She slipped down the stairs, took Sark's arm, and they strolled out the door.
"What did you say to Dixon?" Sydney asked as she brushed out her tangled hair. Sark took the brush from and began to perform the task for her. "I didn't say anything."
"You patronized him, didn't you?"
"Not anymore than usual."
"Andrew!"
"I regret telling you my name."
"Oh, come on. What did you say?"
"It's confidential."
Sydney's eyes flashed.
"I remember why I hate you."
"And I remember why I despise you. You ask too many questions."
"You keep too many secrets."
"You are way too combative."
"You are way too manipulative."
"You don't trust anyone."
"You kill people."
"You want just plain old justice."
"You want to take over the world."
"You are so amazing."
"You are so adorable."
He had dropped the brush by then. Sydney brought her lips up to the taller Sark. He whispered, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
Sydney nuzzled into his neck. He held her tightly.
"I don't need any more time."
"No?"
He put his finger under her chin so she was looking him in the eyes.
"No."
She blushed under his intense gaze.
Sark could feel his grin appear. Sydney buried her face in his chest.
"I have to talk to Michael when we get home. I don't know what to say."
"How about, 'Hey, Michael, I still love you, but I fell for your charming, handsome, intelligent nemesis.' That should go over well, don't you think?"
"Oh, yeah. And you thought Will was your biggest fan."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Absolutely."
He stroked her hair.
"How did I get so lucky as to get you? I never thought I would be with you when I first saw you."
"The first time I ever saw you, you were taking FTL down."
He chuckled.
"I was killing the bad guy."
"And the head of K-Directorate killing was the first time I saw you in person."
"My personal favorite was when you sang for us in Paris. You have a beautiful voice."
"Do you sing?"
"Questions, questions, and more questions."
Sydney giggled. "Still no answers, though."
"I do sing some. I play the guitar more."
Sydney smiled. "Wow, two whole piece of information at one time. I've hit the jack pot."
"Consider yourself lucky. I'm in a good mood."
"I'm tired. I hate jet lag."
"Go on to bed. I'm going to sit up for a while."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded, staring out the window. She climbed into bed and fell asleep instantly. Sark shifted his gaze from the London skyline to Sydney's sleeping form. He stared at her for a while. His life was different now. He had this beautiful girl who really liked him. She hadn't said she loved him yet, but it was close enough at the moment. His thoughts traveled to his parents. Were they still alive? Did they miss him? Were they still looking for him? He hadn't exactly stopped searching for them, but he had sort of given up hope. He sunk down in the plush velvet chair. They were staying in one of the better hotels in London. As if he would settle for anything less. He sat in silence. Finally, he pulled his shoes off and his jacket before moving toward the bed. He settled in next to Sydney and draped his arm around her waist. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.
Chapter Three
They entered the party and several men's eyes followed Sydney.
He whispered, "Maybe I should have gotten you something different to wear."
"You're jealous."
"I am not."
"Are too."
Sydney plastered a smile onto her face.
A couple of men in tuxes cam over.
"Hello, Mr. Sark."
"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Sutcliffe."
"Oh, baby, aren't you going to introduce me. I feel so left out." Sydney said in a ditsy voice.
"Of course, Luvie. This is..."
"I'm his girlfriend, Candie, with an ie."
The men kissed her hands.
"Nice to meet you, Candie."
They couldn't stop staring at her. The three men had a quick, coded conversation about the Rambaldi key. Soon, they disappeared.
Sark turned. "Candie with an ie."
"Hey, if they thought I was dumb, they wouldn't want to talk to you in private. At least I now know which part of the apartment the key is in."
"That's true."
"Oh, no."
Sark saw Dixon and Elizabeth enter. Elizabeth looked amazingly similar to Sydney.
"Go get the key now."
She started to turn, but he grabbed her wrist. "Be careful."
He kissed her lightly and then walked toward Dixon. Sark nodded to her and she had to trust him. She went to the staircase and ascended the stairs.
Sark approached Dixon and Elizabeth.
"Hullo, Mr. Dixon. It is a lovely evening, is it not?"
"Mr. Sark."
"I'd like to say a few things before we part ways. You think you understand so much, don't you, Mr. Dixon?"
Dixon didn't respond.
"You know absolutely nothing about Sydney Bristow, Arvin Sloane, or SD-6. It pains me to even have to put her name in the same sentence as the other two. When you think you've figured everything out, you haven't. The two of you had better understand that Sydney is not a traitor. She has never, ever worked with K-Directorate, nor will she ever be affiliated with them. I also highly suggest you don't mention this conversation with Mr. Sloane."
Sark turned and was about to leave.
"Mr. Sark!"
Sark stopped.
"What do you mean Sydney wasn't a traitor?"
"You investigate it, Mr. Dixon. Just don't tell anyone about it or you might end up dead."
Sark left Dixon with that cryptic message and headed to block anyone going up the stairs.
Sydney turned the corner. "Sark, you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, Luv."
"Is the door on my right or left?"
"Right."
"Code."
"715325."
Sydney punched in the numbers.
"No guards yet."
"Wait. Just wait."
She opened the door and found two.
"You're right."
"Always am."
She charged at them. She knocked the smaller one out, but the larger was much more tough. He flipped her over, but she kicked his knee. She punched him in the jaw and kicked him in the groin. She hit his head and he fell down.
"Okay. Now where?"
"You see a blue door."
"Mhm."
"Go through there and you should see a nightstand with a green lamp on it."
Sydney found it.
"Open the drawer and then tap the bottom three times."
She did. The handle of the drawer popped out. A tiny black box appeared. She opened it and the key laid on the velvet. "Got it! I'm coming down."
"No, you aren't."
Sydney turned face to face with Elizabeth.
"You're Sydney. Sydney Bristow. The one that everyone wanted me to be until she betrayed her country. But everyone still loved you. Marshall, Dixon, they all wish I was you. Even Sloane, who you betrayed. Even your enemies adore you. But now I have you. I'll take you in and people will finally stop comparing me to you."
"I thought I had issues." Sydney said before they started to fight. One hand slapped Sydney. Sydney kicked her down, almost knocking her out. She tied her to the cabinet.
"No wonder they compare you to me. I'm better than you will ever be!"
She slipped down the stairs, took Sark's arm, and they strolled out the door.
"What did you say to Dixon?" Sydney asked as she brushed out her tangled hair. Sark took the brush from and began to perform the task for her. "I didn't say anything."
"You patronized him, didn't you?"
"Not anymore than usual."
"Andrew!"
"I regret telling you my name."
"Oh, come on. What did you say?"
"It's confidential."
Sydney's eyes flashed.
"I remember why I hate you."
"And I remember why I despise you. You ask too many questions."
"You keep too many secrets."
"You are way too combative."
"You are way too manipulative."
"You don't trust anyone."
"You kill people."
"You want just plain old justice."
"You want to take over the world."
"You are so amazing."
"You are so adorable."
He had dropped the brush by then. Sydney brought her lips up to the taller Sark. He whispered, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
Sydney nuzzled into his neck. He held her tightly.
"I don't need any more time."
"No?"
He put his finger under her chin so she was looking him in the eyes.
"No."
She blushed under his intense gaze.
Sark could feel his grin appear. Sydney buried her face in his chest.
"I have to talk to Michael when we get home. I don't know what to say."
"How about, 'Hey, Michael, I still love you, but I fell for your charming, handsome, intelligent nemesis.' That should go over well, don't you think?"
"Oh, yeah. And you thought Will was your biggest fan."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Absolutely."
He stroked her hair.
"How did I get so lucky as to get you? I never thought I would be with you when I first saw you."
"The first time I ever saw you, you were taking FTL down."
He chuckled.
"I was killing the bad guy."
"And the head of K-Directorate killing was the first time I saw you in person."
"My personal favorite was when you sang for us in Paris. You have a beautiful voice."
"Do you sing?"
"Questions, questions, and more questions."
Sydney giggled. "Still no answers, though."
"I do sing some. I play the guitar more."
Sydney smiled. "Wow, two whole piece of information at one time. I've hit the jack pot."
"Consider yourself lucky. I'm in a good mood."
"I'm tired. I hate jet lag."
"Go on to bed. I'm going to sit up for a while."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded, staring out the window. She climbed into bed and fell asleep instantly. Sark shifted his gaze from the London skyline to Sydney's sleeping form. He stared at her for a while. His life was different now. He had this beautiful girl who really liked him. She hadn't said she loved him yet, but it was close enough at the moment. His thoughts traveled to his parents. Were they still alive? Did they miss him? Were they still looking for him? He hadn't exactly stopped searching for them, but he had sort of given up hope. He sunk down in the plush velvet chair. They were staying in one of the better hotels in London. As if he would settle for anything less. He sat in silence. Finally, he pulled his shoes off and his jacket before moving toward the bed. He settled in next to Sydney and draped his arm around her waist. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.