Effects, by tOo
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Overlooking the obvious-
'Sydney didn't want to move to Italy, but she did. After graduating, she had nothing to do. And in Italy she could start over; forget the past. Teach. It beckoned to her, the idea of leaving SD-6. She knew the CIA and SD-6 would track her eventually. By then she could have a whole new life.'
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Sydney sat as the last of her students left the room. The rumor mill stated that her American Literature classes were the most liked by all students, whether they were an English major or not. Of course, the fact that almost sixty percent of her pupils were of the male gender might have helped this 'statistic.'
"Miss Stevens?"
She looked up with a warm smile, ready to help this student in need. Rita Stevens was the name she had taken after she had moved. At first she had been convinced that moving to Italy was not the solution to her problems, but right after what had happened to Vaughn, she just wanted—needed to get away.
She had been almost sure that her connections with Sark would never make her life easier. How wrong she had been. For the first time in her life after she had joined SD-6, she wasn't worrying about her future. She didn't plan every moment any longer, and teaching was more relaxing than she had ever thought it could be.
"What are you doing here?" Sydney said harshly, standing up but looking down to rearrange some papers.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Fine, just fine."
It was amazing how seeing—hearing Sark reminded her of all she had left behind. Especially her father. They had just started to build their relationship with each other when she got up and left Los Angelos. He was the one who had given her strength, even when it seemed they hated each other more than ever. The emotion that fueled their lives had definitely been a raw energy stronger than adrenaline.
Sydney stopped shuffling the papers aimlessly and voiced her thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
"Just thought we could have a little dinner after you got off, that's all."
"What, a little boss and employee meal? Do you really believe I'd go for that?"
"I know for a fact that every day you wish you'd done it with Michael. Or, as you lovingly referred to him: Vaughn." Sydney looked away, out the window in her classroom, but Sark continued as if he were speaking to the personification of naïveté. "Yes, you were in love. Did you think that no one noticed?"
Sydney's eyes welled with tears. She tried not to think of Vaughn, but it was true that she remembered him every day. The hugs they shared towards the end, the casual brushes past each other, holding hands when they were alone—it was love no matter what she forced herself to believe. She only wished she had told him. She had wanted to, before he left her. There he had lain, her looking over his body and seeing the three dents on his torso, staining his gray shirt. Even then she had blocked out of her mind what she had wanted to say. They had watched each other soundlessly, each breath uttering what they wished they had.
She could still see the blood leaking from his body where the bullets had pierced him. "We" had been his last word. We, like they were a single entity. How she still wished they were. The K-Directorate agents had captured both of them seconds later and had placed them in separate cells.
Sydney never got to see the body, didn't know when he really died.
She collapsed in her chair. Footsteps clicked into her room.
"Miss Stevens? Rita? Rita, are you alright?" A hand touched her shoulder.
Sydney looked up. Sark was gone. She wiped her eyes and looked at the person beside her. It was her colleague, Richard Malignio. She pulled out her lipstick and untwisted it, placing it on the desk in front of her.
"Can we talk?"
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Two days later, Richard Albert Malignio III was found dead in the men's faculty restroom.
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Overlooking the obvious-
'Sydney didn't want to move to Italy, but she did. After graduating, she had nothing to do. And in Italy she could start over; forget the past. Teach. It beckoned to her, the idea of leaving SD-6. She knew the CIA and SD-6 would track her eventually. By then she could have a whole new life.'
-
Sydney sat as the last of her students left the room. The rumor mill stated that her American Literature classes were the most liked by all students, whether they were an English major or not. Of course, the fact that almost sixty percent of her pupils were of the male gender might have helped this 'statistic.'
"Miss Stevens?"
She looked up with a warm smile, ready to help this student in need. Rita Stevens was the name she had taken after she had moved. At first she had been convinced that moving to Italy was not the solution to her problems, but right after what had happened to Vaughn, she just wanted—needed to get away.
She had been almost sure that her connections with Sark would never make her life easier. How wrong she had been. For the first time in her life after she had joined SD-6, she wasn't worrying about her future. She didn't plan every moment any longer, and teaching was more relaxing than she had ever thought it could be.
"What are you doing here?" Sydney said harshly, standing up but looking down to rearrange some papers.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Fine, just fine."
It was amazing how seeing—hearing Sark reminded her of all she had left behind. Especially her father. They had just started to build their relationship with each other when she got up and left Los Angelos. He was the one who had given her strength, even when it seemed they hated each other more than ever. The emotion that fueled their lives had definitely been a raw energy stronger than adrenaline.
Sydney stopped shuffling the papers aimlessly and voiced her thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
"Just thought we could have a little dinner after you got off, that's all."
"What, a little boss and employee meal? Do you really believe I'd go for that?"
"I know for a fact that every day you wish you'd done it with Michael. Or, as you lovingly referred to him: Vaughn." Sydney looked away, out the window in her classroom, but Sark continued as if he were speaking to the personification of naïveté. "Yes, you were in love. Did you think that no one noticed?"
Sydney's eyes welled with tears. She tried not to think of Vaughn, but it was true that she remembered him every day. The hugs they shared towards the end, the casual brushes past each other, holding hands when they were alone—it was love no matter what she forced herself to believe. She only wished she had told him. She had wanted to, before he left her. There he had lain, her looking over his body and seeing the three dents on his torso, staining his gray shirt. Even then she had blocked out of her mind what she had wanted to say. They had watched each other soundlessly, each breath uttering what they wished they had.
She could still see the blood leaking from his body where the bullets had pierced him. "We" had been his last word. We, like they were a single entity. How she still wished they were. The K-Directorate agents had captured both of them seconds later and had placed them in separate cells.
Sydney never got to see the body, didn't know when he really died.
She collapsed in her chair. Footsteps clicked into her room.
"Miss Stevens? Rita? Rita, are you alright?" A hand touched her shoulder.
Sydney looked up. Sark was gone. She wiped her eyes and looked at the person beside her. It was her colleague, Richard Malignio. She pulled out her lipstick and untwisted it, placing it on the desk in front of her.
"Can we talk?"
-
Two days later, Richard Albert Malignio III was found dead in the men's faculty restroom.