Title: I just want you to know who I am.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Do not sue me.
Summery: Sydney and Sark discover new things about each other on the train ride to Florei.
A/N: I promise that this chapter will be better than the last one. And longer too.
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The smell of hot coffee woke Sydney from her dreamless sleep. She pulled on a robe and walked out of her bedroom to see who it was that was awake. Part of her hoped that it wasn't Francie. Things were always awkward between them whenever Sydney got ready to leave for a business trip. She would always ask about where she was going and about what type of business, and Sydney just hated lying to her. Luckily she walked out of her bedroom to find Will in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee.
"Hey, how 'bout fixing me a cup too?" Sydney asked, taking a seat in one of the bar stools around the counter.
"Sure." Will said, pouring her a cup and handing it to her. She took a long sip and sighed with satisfaction. Will sat down across from her. "I take it it's going to be a long a day?"
"Ugh.you have no idea." Sydney replied, taking another drink of her coffee. Will sensed that she did not want to talk about her mission, so he didn't ask her about it.
"What time do you have to leave?"
Sydney looked at the clock on the microwave. "In about an hour and a half. I have just enough time to shower and get packed before I have to leave."
Sydney considered telling Will about how she was going to have to work with Sark and how she was dreading it, but she decided against it. It was no use causing him to relive old memories if he didn't have to. She quickly guzzled down the rest of her coffee and headed toward the bathroom.
After showering, getting dressed, and doing some last minute packing, Sydney gave Will a hug goodbye and told him to tell Francie that she said goodbye, and then she was out the door.
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The plane ride to Paris was pretty uneventful. But it gave Sydney plenty of time to think. Part of her was absolutely dreading this mission. But another part of her was kind of looking forward to it. She thought that this may be a good opportunity to get more information about Sark. True, he wasn't exactly the most forthcoming person in the world, but maybe even the littlest piece of information could help her to better understand him. But did she really want to understand him.
Here is a man that she knows that she should absolutely despise with a passion, but, for some reason, she doesn't. Part of her sees him as just a cold-blooded killer. But another part of her sees him as simply misunderstood. All Sydney wanted to uncover was the reason. The reason why he was the way he was. Why he does the things he does. She wanted a reason for why she shouldn't hate him. Or maybe, a reason why she should. It would be so much easier to hate him than to understand him. Oh well.she knew that it wasn't going to be simple.
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Sydney waited at the warehouse for about seven minutes before Sark showed up.
"Miss Bristow, lovely to see you again."
Sydney winced, and turned around to see Sark walking toward her. "Let's skip the pleasantries Mr. Sark. Do you know what boxcar we're supposed to be in?"
Sark smirked at her and gestured to her to follow him. He led her to a very small boxcar toward the very back of the train. It was about the size of a small mini-van.
"We have to ride for five hours in this thing?" Sydney asked, throwing her bags inside.
"Well, now we can't exactly ride in the passenger car, now can we? I'm sure the other passengers would find it quite strange when we just opened up the door and jumped out, don't you?"
Sydney ignored him and climbed into the car.
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The first hour of the ride was spent in silence. After Sark had gone over the mission plans with her, the two had been silent ever since.
"Well, this is fun." He replied, leaning up against his bag. Sydney remained quiet, so he tried again to make conversation. "I'm a little surprised that you even agreed to take this mission. Why did you?"
"Well, it wasn't exactly like I had much of a choice in the matter." She answered, starring up at the roof of the boxcar. "Besides, I thought that it might be a good opportunity to get to know you." She looked over at Sark who starred back at her a little surprised.
"You want to get to know me?"
"Sure. I mean, you seem to know so much about me, and I know absolutely nothing about you. I think that I at least deserve on little tidbit about you."
Sark studied her for a moment. "Very well.here's your little tidbit for the day."
Sydney sat up, expecting to actually get some personal information about Sark.
"I...am 27 years old."
Sydney rolled her eyes and laid back down. Sark smirked at her. Happy with her reaction.
"Do you have to be such a smart ass all the time?" She asked him. "I mean, is that just how you act on missions, or just how you act around me? Or is that just a part of your natural personality?"
Sark sat up straight and looked Sydney in the eye. "Okay Miss Bristow, listen up. This is the first, and probably only piece of personal information that you will receive from me. Like any living, breathing, human male, I believe that showing my emotions is a sign of weakness. Therefore, when I am working I do not expose them. There are two different Sarks. There is the one that is with you on this mission, and than there is the." Sark paused for a moment, not wanting to reveal too much about himself. ".and then there's the other one. So, you see Miss Bristow, you say you want to get to know me, but that might be hard to do considering that sometimes I don't even know myself."
The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, before Sark finally spoke up.
"Well, it's your turn. I told you a secret about myself, now it's your turn."
Sydney could see that it had been hard for Sark to tell her what he did. So she tried to make him feel a little bit less exposed.
"Oh come on." She started, sitting up. "That's not a secret. I mean, what you just said applied to about everybody. Especially people in this line of work. You don't think I have two different personalities? I think that I deserve something a little better than that."
Sark pondered that for a moment. "Fine. But only if I get some information on you first."
"Fine.I'll tell you one of my secrets."
"And I want something good too. I don't want something like, you have a secret obsession with cauliflower. I want something big. Like, that you're really working as a double agent for the CIA."
Sydney's head shot up in shock. "What did you just say?"
A/N: Let me know what you think so far. I don't know how long it'll take me to write more, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as fast as I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Do not sue me.
Summery: Sydney and Sark discover new things about each other on the train ride to Florei.
A/N: I promise that this chapter will be better than the last one. And longer too.
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The smell of hot coffee woke Sydney from her dreamless sleep. She pulled on a robe and walked out of her bedroom to see who it was that was awake. Part of her hoped that it wasn't Francie. Things were always awkward between them whenever Sydney got ready to leave for a business trip. She would always ask about where she was going and about what type of business, and Sydney just hated lying to her. Luckily she walked out of her bedroom to find Will in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee.
"Hey, how 'bout fixing me a cup too?" Sydney asked, taking a seat in one of the bar stools around the counter.
"Sure." Will said, pouring her a cup and handing it to her. She took a long sip and sighed with satisfaction. Will sat down across from her. "I take it it's going to be a long a day?"
"Ugh.you have no idea." Sydney replied, taking another drink of her coffee. Will sensed that she did not want to talk about her mission, so he didn't ask her about it.
"What time do you have to leave?"
Sydney looked at the clock on the microwave. "In about an hour and a half. I have just enough time to shower and get packed before I have to leave."
Sydney considered telling Will about how she was going to have to work with Sark and how she was dreading it, but she decided against it. It was no use causing him to relive old memories if he didn't have to. She quickly guzzled down the rest of her coffee and headed toward the bathroom.
After showering, getting dressed, and doing some last minute packing, Sydney gave Will a hug goodbye and told him to tell Francie that she said goodbye, and then she was out the door.
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The plane ride to Paris was pretty uneventful. But it gave Sydney plenty of time to think. Part of her was absolutely dreading this mission. But another part of her was kind of looking forward to it. She thought that this may be a good opportunity to get more information about Sark. True, he wasn't exactly the most forthcoming person in the world, but maybe even the littlest piece of information could help her to better understand him. But did she really want to understand him.
Here is a man that she knows that she should absolutely despise with a passion, but, for some reason, she doesn't. Part of her sees him as just a cold-blooded killer. But another part of her sees him as simply misunderstood. All Sydney wanted to uncover was the reason. The reason why he was the way he was. Why he does the things he does. She wanted a reason for why she shouldn't hate him. Or maybe, a reason why she should. It would be so much easier to hate him than to understand him. Oh well.she knew that it wasn't going to be simple.
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Sydney waited at the warehouse for about seven minutes before Sark showed up.
"Miss Bristow, lovely to see you again."
Sydney winced, and turned around to see Sark walking toward her. "Let's skip the pleasantries Mr. Sark. Do you know what boxcar we're supposed to be in?"
Sark smirked at her and gestured to her to follow him. He led her to a very small boxcar toward the very back of the train. It was about the size of a small mini-van.
"We have to ride for five hours in this thing?" Sydney asked, throwing her bags inside.
"Well, now we can't exactly ride in the passenger car, now can we? I'm sure the other passengers would find it quite strange when we just opened up the door and jumped out, don't you?"
Sydney ignored him and climbed into the car.
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The first hour of the ride was spent in silence. After Sark had gone over the mission plans with her, the two had been silent ever since.
"Well, this is fun." He replied, leaning up against his bag. Sydney remained quiet, so he tried again to make conversation. "I'm a little surprised that you even agreed to take this mission. Why did you?"
"Well, it wasn't exactly like I had much of a choice in the matter." She answered, starring up at the roof of the boxcar. "Besides, I thought that it might be a good opportunity to get to know you." She looked over at Sark who starred back at her a little surprised.
"You want to get to know me?"
"Sure. I mean, you seem to know so much about me, and I know absolutely nothing about you. I think that I at least deserve on little tidbit about you."
Sark studied her for a moment. "Very well.here's your little tidbit for the day."
Sydney sat up, expecting to actually get some personal information about Sark.
"I...am 27 years old."
Sydney rolled her eyes and laid back down. Sark smirked at her. Happy with her reaction.
"Do you have to be such a smart ass all the time?" She asked him. "I mean, is that just how you act on missions, or just how you act around me? Or is that just a part of your natural personality?"
Sark sat up straight and looked Sydney in the eye. "Okay Miss Bristow, listen up. This is the first, and probably only piece of personal information that you will receive from me. Like any living, breathing, human male, I believe that showing my emotions is a sign of weakness. Therefore, when I am working I do not expose them. There are two different Sarks. There is the one that is with you on this mission, and than there is the." Sark paused for a moment, not wanting to reveal too much about himself. ".and then there's the other one. So, you see Miss Bristow, you say you want to get to know me, but that might be hard to do considering that sometimes I don't even know myself."
The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, before Sark finally spoke up.
"Well, it's your turn. I told you a secret about myself, now it's your turn."
Sydney could see that it had been hard for Sark to tell her what he did. So she tried to make him feel a little bit less exposed.
"Oh come on." She started, sitting up. "That's not a secret. I mean, what you just said applied to about everybody. Especially people in this line of work. You don't think I have two different personalities? I think that I deserve something a little better than that."
Sark pondered that for a moment. "Fine. But only if I get some information on you first."
"Fine.I'll tell you one of my secrets."
"And I want something good too. I don't want something like, you have a secret obsession with cauliflower. I want something big. Like, that you're really working as a double agent for the CIA."
Sydney's head shot up in shock. "What did you just say?"
A/N: Let me know what you think so far. I don't know how long it'll take me to write more, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as fast as I can.