Title: I just want you to know who I am
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, nor do I own the characters. All I own is the idea and the plot.
Summery: Sark's secrets are revealed.
A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews. I promise.I am going to work hard to make this the best chapter so far. Enjoy..
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When they reached the hotel room Sydney noticed that Sark had already set up all of the surveillance equipment. There were television monitors that displayed Vassilee's room. And sound equipment so that she and Sark could hear his conversation. Aside from that, the room was quite nice. It was about the size of Sydney's living room, but had just enough space for the two of them.
"Uh, how long do you think we're going to have to stay here?" Sydney asked, noticing the one bed.
Sark was on the floor checking to see that all the equipment was working right. "I'm not sure. There was never a specific date set for the meeting. So, if it's not tonight, than it will most likely to be tomorrow. Or the day after." Sark trailed off noticing Sydney's eyes, fixated on the bed. He sighed loudly. "Don't worry. If we have to stay over night I'll be more than happy to sleep on the floor" He replied.
Sydney didn't say anything, and just went into the bathroom to change out of her traveling clothes. Afterwards, there was nothing left to do but sit and wait for Vassille and his partner to meet. Sark sat on the floor, his back up against the wall, watching the monitors. And Sydney sat on the bed watching him. Her mind drifted back to their conversation on the train. There were so many questions that she wanted answered. She didn't know what it was that interested her so much about Sark. But ever since he came to "work" for SD-6 she had been mulling questions over in her brain that she wondered about him. At first, what she wanted to know about was just the big stuff. What type of information did he know about her and SD- 6. How he came to do what he does. How long he had worked for her mother. You know, the things that any good agent would be interested in knowing. But lately she had found herself wondering about more personal matters. What his childhood was like. Did he have any brothers or sisters. Had he ever been in love. These were all things that she wanted to know. But now, all she really wanted to know was Sark's connection to SD-6. She decided to just try to make casual conversation, and to not push the subject.
"So are we just not going to talk to each other for the entire mission?" She asked.
"What's there to talk about?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the monitor.
"I don't know. How about why you're pretending to work for SD-6?"
So much for not pushing.
Sark's eyes stayed on the monitor. "Miss Bristow, my work at SD-6 in none of your business."
"Yes, it is my business. I work there too, remember?"
"Yeah, you work there." He said sarcastically.
"Okay, so I pretend to work there. I still have a right to know what you're planning to do."
Sark remained quiet.
"I mean, do you want to earn Sloan's trust so that you can steal some of the artifacts that we have? Do you want to take over?"
"I assure you, Sydney, that I have no intention of taking over SD-6"
"Than what?" Sydney asked, starting to become frustrated. "Do you simply want to destroy it? Is that it?"
Sark looked away from the monitor and glanced into space. Sydney realized that she was right.
"That's why you said that everyday I go to work I'm helping you get closer to your goal. Destroying SD-6." She said, more to herself than to him. "Why? I mean, what motivation do you have for wanting SD-6 destroyed?"
Sark glanced over at her quickly and than averted his eyes again. "I have my reasons, okay?"
Sydney noticed something different in Sark's eyes. The smugness that had once been there was now replaced with something else. Hurt. Sydney had seen that look before. In her own eyes. It was the moment when she realized that she had to take down SD-6 because of what they had done to Danny. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind.
"What did SD-6 do to you?"
Sark looked at her again, this time not looking away. He seemed to be fighting back tears.
"They did something to you to make you hate them." She said.
She realized that Sark's pain and anger went much deeper than she had ever thought.
"It's a long story." He replied, his voice void of all emotion. Sydney could tell that whatever it was, it was something he hadn't discussed in a long time, if at all. But she could tell part of him wanted to.
"We have time." She replied, going over and sitting on the floor next to him. Was this really happening? Were her and Sark actually having a personal conversation? No fighting. No sarcasm. Just talk.
"You can tell me." Sydney said, when she sensed his hesitation.
"Why do you care?" He asked her. He had never had anybody give a damn about him for a very long time, and now, suddenly, here was this woman, who hated him, and she wanted to know his life story. Why?
"Honestly, I'm not sure." She replied. "I just have a feeling like maybe we have more in common than I think."
Sark starred off into space again. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "What do you want to know."
Sydney smiled, happy that he was willing to open up. She knew that in the long run this would be good for him. "Start at the beginning."
He leaned against the wall and took another deep breath. He looked over at her, and began. "When I was a couple of months old my mother realized that she didn't have what it took to take care of a child, so she dumped on the steps a small orphanage in Moscow. That's where I grew up. It was fine at first, but than I became old enough to realize that I was an orphan. That I was unwanted.
"Little did I know that my father was out scouring the countryside looking for me. He checked every orphanage that he could find, searching. When I was five he finally found me. He had since married and had another child, my half brother, and his wife had died of cancer, but none of that stopped him from trying to find me. God, I remember that day. It was four days before Christmas. The best present that I could ever get."
Sark smiled at the memory, but it faded almost as quickly as it had come. He cleared his throat and continued.
"I went to live with my father and my brother. My father worked for the Russian government, in a division that is similar to the CIA. He was great at what he did." Sark's voice was full of pride. Sydney could tell that he loved his father very much. He went on.
"Around the early 80's the department that my father worked for was becoming corrupt. Capitalists were starting to take over high positions, and my he wanted nothing to do with that.
"Word had gotten to him that the CIA was looking for some valuable agents, and my father sent a telegram saying that he was interested, and he, my brother, and I, packed up and moved to America. But before my father could reach the CIA about a job, SD-6 got to him."
Sydney sat up straighter. Sark looked over at her and she urged him to go on.
"He agreed to go work for them, of course, thinking that he was working for the CIA. Arvin Sloan had just taken control at that time. So, he continued to work for SD-6 for a few months, but my father was no idiot. He started to notice that things weren't right. He did some investigating, and eventually found out the truth. And.well, you know first hand what SD-6 does when that happens."
Sark paused again, trying to find strength enough to continue. He cleared his throat.
"I still remember that night. Every detail."
Sydney watched him intently as he seemed to be visualizing it.
"It was about one o'clock in the morning when my father came into our bedroom. He woke me and Michael, that's my brother, he woke us up and told us to be very quiet. We went quietly down to the car and got in, and he just started to drive as fast as he could. It wasn't long before we had four black Blazers following us. Michael was only four at the time, and had no idea what was happening. I kept trying to tell him that it was going to be okay, but I think that I was trying to convince myself more than him. Either way, it didn't help.
"I remember seeing my father's eyes in the rearview mirror as he drove. I had never seen that look before in his eyes. Hopelessness. He knew that it was no use. So, he told us that he was going to stop the car, and we were to jump out and run as far and as fast as we could, and hide.
"When the car stopped I grabbed my brother's hand and pulled him out of the car. We ran and ran and didn't look back. All of a sudden I felt my brother let go of my hand. I thought that he was still right behind me." Sark's voice began to crack. He cleared his throat again, trying to push back his emotions, but he was unable to do so.
"I ran down an ally and hid behind a dumpster. I could still see our car from where I was, and when I turned around I saw my brother laying on the ground. He had tripped while we were running. Twisted his ankle. A man with a black ski mask on picked him up and carried him over to where my father was standing, surrounded by more men in masks. One of them took off his mask, and there I saw the man that I had come to think of as an uncle. Sloan just stood there with a gun pointed at my father's head. He could of killed him with a single shot, but..but he had to make him suffer. And in the worst possible way.
"From where I was hiding I saw Arvin Sloan take my little brother, stand him in front of my father, and shoot him. Then they made my father stand there and watch him die. It only took minutes, but it seemed like hours. And then, then the shot him too."
Sydney hadn't noticed that she had been crying, but what she did notice were the tears that were in Sark's eyes. He looked down at the ground.
"I was eight years old." Sark fought to hold the tears back, but could not help in when a tear drop ran down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and continued.
"Anyway, after that my sole purpose in life became to destroy Arvin Sloan, no matter what I had to do. Of course, there's not too much you can really do at eight years old, but when I turned eighteen I went back to Moscow changed my name, and that's where I was discovered my your mother. She told me she would help get what I wanted if I came to work for. I couldn't refuse. So, I went to work for Irina, and, and did whatever it took, killed whoever it took, to make sure that Sloan paid."
Sydney wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn't believe this. She finally had an answer to all of her questions. She wanted to know what had caused Sark to become the way he is today, and now she knew. Revenge. But it couldn't have happened just like that, could it? He couldn't have just gone to work for her mother and gradually become evil. There were so many more questions that needed to be answered. She looked over at Sark, who was a complete wreck. She decided that those questions could wait. She took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. He looked over at her. Sydney had never seen so much pain in somebody's eyes before. She stood up and helped him over to the bed, then she sat down beside him.
"You probably think that I'm a monster." Was all he could manage to say.
"I don't think you're a monster." Sydney said, smiling at him. "I just think that you are a very hurt, very angry person. And I think that somewhere inside you're still that eight year old boy who just wants justice for his father and brother's death." She wiped a tear away that was falling down his cheek. Was it possible that this man sitting next to her was the same man that a few weeks ago was holding a gun to her head? Now look at him. The man she once believed seemed immortal, was now sitting beside her more human than ever. Sydney didn't know what it was that drew her towards Sark. Maybe she just wanted to stop his pain. But she leaned in and kissed him very softly on the lips. When the kiss began to deepen Sark pulled away. And looked at her.
"Sydney, I'm sorry, but-"
"No. No, I'm sorry. I mean, I shouldn't have presumed anything."
"Sydney it's not that. Believe me. If we weren't here, and it was under different circumstances I wouldn't hesitate in the least. I mean, you're the most beautiful, amazing woman that I've ever met."
Sydney wasn't sure, but she think that she began to blush.
"I just wouldn't want you to do something that you might regret tomorrow."
Sydney smiled at Sark, and wrapped her arms around him. The two sat there in an embrace for what seemed like forever. Something about it just felt comforting. Sark moved and laid down on the bed, and Sydney laid her head on his chest. Her emotions were pulling her in a million different directions. She didn't know what she was going to do when this mission was over. All she knew, is that what she was doing right now, was just fine with her.
A/N: Well.you like? I do. But, of course, I always love some good tearjerker/fluff chapters. But I wanna know what you think, so please review. Next chapter coming soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, nor do I own the characters. All I own is the idea and the plot.
Summery: Sark's secrets are revealed.
A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews. I promise.I am going to work hard to make this the best chapter so far. Enjoy..
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When they reached the hotel room Sydney noticed that Sark had already set up all of the surveillance equipment. There were television monitors that displayed Vassilee's room. And sound equipment so that she and Sark could hear his conversation. Aside from that, the room was quite nice. It was about the size of Sydney's living room, but had just enough space for the two of them.
"Uh, how long do you think we're going to have to stay here?" Sydney asked, noticing the one bed.
Sark was on the floor checking to see that all the equipment was working right. "I'm not sure. There was never a specific date set for the meeting. So, if it's not tonight, than it will most likely to be tomorrow. Or the day after." Sark trailed off noticing Sydney's eyes, fixated on the bed. He sighed loudly. "Don't worry. If we have to stay over night I'll be more than happy to sleep on the floor" He replied.
Sydney didn't say anything, and just went into the bathroom to change out of her traveling clothes. Afterwards, there was nothing left to do but sit and wait for Vassille and his partner to meet. Sark sat on the floor, his back up against the wall, watching the monitors. And Sydney sat on the bed watching him. Her mind drifted back to their conversation on the train. There were so many questions that she wanted answered. She didn't know what it was that interested her so much about Sark. But ever since he came to "work" for SD-6 she had been mulling questions over in her brain that she wondered about him. At first, what she wanted to know about was just the big stuff. What type of information did he know about her and SD- 6. How he came to do what he does. How long he had worked for her mother. You know, the things that any good agent would be interested in knowing. But lately she had found herself wondering about more personal matters. What his childhood was like. Did he have any brothers or sisters. Had he ever been in love. These were all things that she wanted to know. But now, all she really wanted to know was Sark's connection to SD-6. She decided to just try to make casual conversation, and to not push the subject.
"So are we just not going to talk to each other for the entire mission?" She asked.
"What's there to talk about?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the monitor.
"I don't know. How about why you're pretending to work for SD-6?"
So much for not pushing.
Sark's eyes stayed on the monitor. "Miss Bristow, my work at SD-6 in none of your business."
"Yes, it is my business. I work there too, remember?"
"Yeah, you work there." He said sarcastically.
"Okay, so I pretend to work there. I still have a right to know what you're planning to do."
Sark remained quiet.
"I mean, do you want to earn Sloan's trust so that you can steal some of the artifacts that we have? Do you want to take over?"
"I assure you, Sydney, that I have no intention of taking over SD-6"
"Than what?" Sydney asked, starting to become frustrated. "Do you simply want to destroy it? Is that it?"
Sark looked away from the monitor and glanced into space. Sydney realized that she was right.
"That's why you said that everyday I go to work I'm helping you get closer to your goal. Destroying SD-6." She said, more to herself than to him. "Why? I mean, what motivation do you have for wanting SD-6 destroyed?"
Sark glanced over at her quickly and than averted his eyes again. "I have my reasons, okay?"
Sydney noticed something different in Sark's eyes. The smugness that had once been there was now replaced with something else. Hurt. Sydney had seen that look before. In her own eyes. It was the moment when she realized that she had to take down SD-6 because of what they had done to Danny. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind.
"What did SD-6 do to you?"
Sark looked at her again, this time not looking away. He seemed to be fighting back tears.
"They did something to you to make you hate them." She said.
She realized that Sark's pain and anger went much deeper than she had ever thought.
"It's a long story." He replied, his voice void of all emotion. Sydney could tell that whatever it was, it was something he hadn't discussed in a long time, if at all. But she could tell part of him wanted to.
"We have time." She replied, going over and sitting on the floor next to him. Was this really happening? Were her and Sark actually having a personal conversation? No fighting. No sarcasm. Just talk.
"You can tell me." Sydney said, when she sensed his hesitation.
"Why do you care?" He asked her. He had never had anybody give a damn about him for a very long time, and now, suddenly, here was this woman, who hated him, and she wanted to know his life story. Why?
"Honestly, I'm not sure." She replied. "I just have a feeling like maybe we have more in common than I think."
Sark starred off into space again. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "What do you want to know."
Sydney smiled, happy that he was willing to open up. She knew that in the long run this would be good for him. "Start at the beginning."
He leaned against the wall and took another deep breath. He looked over at her, and began. "When I was a couple of months old my mother realized that she didn't have what it took to take care of a child, so she dumped on the steps a small orphanage in Moscow. That's where I grew up. It was fine at first, but than I became old enough to realize that I was an orphan. That I was unwanted.
"Little did I know that my father was out scouring the countryside looking for me. He checked every orphanage that he could find, searching. When I was five he finally found me. He had since married and had another child, my half brother, and his wife had died of cancer, but none of that stopped him from trying to find me. God, I remember that day. It was four days before Christmas. The best present that I could ever get."
Sark smiled at the memory, but it faded almost as quickly as it had come. He cleared his throat and continued.
"I went to live with my father and my brother. My father worked for the Russian government, in a division that is similar to the CIA. He was great at what he did." Sark's voice was full of pride. Sydney could tell that he loved his father very much. He went on.
"Around the early 80's the department that my father worked for was becoming corrupt. Capitalists were starting to take over high positions, and my he wanted nothing to do with that.
"Word had gotten to him that the CIA was looking for some valuable agents, and my father sent a telegram saying that he was interested, and he, my brother, and I, packed up and moved to America. But before my father could reach the CIA about a job, SD-6 got to him."
Sydney sat up straighter. Sark looked over at her and she urged him to go on.
"He agreed to go work for them, of course, thinking that he was working for the CIA. Arvin Sloan had just taken control at that time. So, he continued to work for SD-6 for a few months, but my father was no idiot. He started to notice that things weren't right. He did some investigating, and eventually found out the truth. And.well, you know first hand what SD-6 does when that happens."
Sark paused again, trying to find strength enough to continue. He cleared his throat.
"I still remember that night. Every detail."
Sydney watched him intently as he seemed to be visualizing it.
"It was about one o'clock in the morning when my father came into our bedroom. He woke me and Michael, that's my brother, he woke us up and told us to be very quiet. We went quietly down to the car and got in, and he just started to drive as fast as he could. It wasn't long before we had four black Blazers following us. Michael was only four at the time, and had no idea what was happening. I kept trying to tell him that it was going to be okay, but I think that I was trying to convince myself more than him. Either way, it didn't help.
"I remember seeing my father's eyes in the rearview mirror as he drove. I had never seen that look before in his eyes. Hopelessness. He knew that it was no use. So, he told us that he was going to stop the car, and we were to jump out and run as far and as fast as we could, and hide.
"When the car stopped I grabbed my brother's hand and pulled him out of the car. We ran and ran and didn't look back. All of a sudden I felt my brother let go of my hand. I thought that he was still right behind me." Sark's voice began to crack. He cleared his throat again, trying to push back his emotions, but he was unable to do so.
"I ran down an ally and hid behind a dumpster. I could still see our car from where I was, and when I turned around I saw my brother laying on the ground. He had tripped while we were running. Twisted his ankle. A man with a black ski mask on picked him up and carried him over to where my father was standing, surrounded by more men in masks. One of them took off his mask, and there I saw the man that I had come to think of as an uncle. Sloan just stood there with a gun pointed at my father's head. He could of killed him with a single shot, but..but he had to make him suffer. And in the worst possible way.
"From where I was hiding I saw Arvin Sloan take my little brother, stand him in front of my father, and shoot him. Then they made my father stand there and watch him die. It only took minutes, but it seemed like hours. And then, then the shot him too."
Sydney hadn't noticed that she had been crying, but what she did notice were the tears that were in Sark's eyes. He looked down at the ground.
"I was eight years old." Sark fought to hold the tears back, but could not help in when a tear drop ran down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and continued.
"Anyway, after that my sole purpose in life became to destroy Arvin Sloan, no matter what I had to do. Of course, there's not too much you can really do at eight years old, but when I turned eighteen I went back to Moscow changed my name, and that's where I was discovered my your mother. She told me she would help get what I wanted if I came to work for. I couldn't refuse. So, I went to work for Irina, and, and did whatever it took, killed whoever it took, to make sure that Sloan paid."
Sydney wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn't believe this. She finally had an answer to all of her questions. She wanted to know what had caused Sark to become the way he is today, and now she knew. Revenge. But it couldn't have happened just like that, could it? He couldn't have just gone to work for her mother and gradually become evil. There were so many more questions that needed to be answered. She looked over at Sark, who was a complete wreck. She decided that those questions could wait. She took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. He looked over at her. Sydney had never seen so much pain in somebody's eyes before. She stood up and helped him over to the bed, then she sat down beside him.
"You probably think that I'm a monster." Was all he could manage to say.
"I don't think you're a monster." Sydney said, smiling at him. "I just think that you are a very hurt, very angry person. And I think that somewhere inside you're still that eight year old boy who just wants justice for his father and brother's death." She wiped a tear away that was falling down his cheek. Was it possible that this man sitting next to her was the same man that a few weeks ago was holding a gun to her head? Now look at him. The man she once believed seemed immortal, was now sitting beside her more human than ever. Sydney didn't know what it was that drew her towards Sark. Maybe she just wanted to stop his pain. But she leaned in and kissed him very softly on the lips. When the kiss began to deepen Sark pulled away. And looked at her.
"Sydney, I'm sorry, but-"
"No. No, I'm sorry. I mean, I shouldn't have presumed anything."
"Sydney it's not that. Believe me. If we weren't here, and it was under different circumstances I wouldn't hesitate in the least. I mean, you're the most beautiful, amazing woman that I've ever met."
Sydney wasn't sure, but she think that she began to blush.
"I just wouldn't want you to do something that you might regret tomorrow."
Sydney smiled at Sark, and wrapped her arms around him. The two sat there in an embrace for what seemed like forever. Something about it just felt comforting. Sark moved and laid down on the bed, and Sydney laid her head on his chest. Her emotions were pulling her in a million different directions. She didn't know what she was going to do when this mission was over. All she knew, is that what she was doing right now, was just fine with her.
A/N: Well.you like? I do. But, of course, I always love some good tearjerker/fluff chapters. But I wanna know what you think, so please review. Next chapter coming soon.