Disclaimer first chapter.
Chapter Two
"Jeremy Morrison, Blythe's husband." He extended his hand to Sark. He had brown hair and green eyes, and looked like a man madly in love with his wife.
"Andrew Canton."
"Have I seen you before?" He asked, curiously.
"I doubt that."
Jeremy tried to place him. "In Paris! Yes! You were sitting with an older man. A bombshell was singing to you both. She had bright red hair, certainly you recall it. A huge shoot out occured shortly after her song. She was involved."
Sark and Sydney exchanged a look.
"No. Not me. I would have remembered something like that."
Jeremy dropped the subject. He started to study Sydney, trying to see if he recognized her. She smiled at him, trying to detract his scrutiny.
"So, tell me, about you three. Mum told me all about her and Dad."
Jeremy smiled at the couple. "I work for Interpol. I'm one of the senior officers, actually."
Sark nearly fell out of his chair. He couldn't keep a quiet laugh from escaping. The irony of it all.
"What?" Charity asked curiously.
"Nothing."
Jeremy studied him.
"Oh, my gosh."
"What is it, Sweetie?" Blythe asked. He gave Sark a hard glare.
"It isn't anything."
Sark knew he had been recognized. Blythe continued, "I'm a teacher like Mummy. Jeremy and I have been married for a year."
Charity said, "I attend Oxford for my Masters in Archeology."
Sark nodded. "That sounds fascinating."
"How long are you going to be here, Andy?"
"I have to leave soon. Like tomorrow."
"Where will you go?" Jeremy asked.
"Business trip in Rome." He lied.
"Italy!" Charity exclaimed.
"Yes. I will keep in touch."
"I'm so glad you found us."
"Me, too."
"Sydney, you'll always be a part of our family. You brought our son back to us." Katherine said from the kitchen.
"I was glad to. He deserves to be happy."
"He's happy with you."
Sydney seemed surprised. She looked up at him. He ran his hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze.
"I'm exhausted. I think I'll go on to bed, if you don't mind?"
"Go on, Syd."
"It was great to meet you, Jeremy."
Sydney disappeared into the bedroom, wanting to leave the family together.
Jeremy smiled. "I need to ask Andy something in private. A man thing."
Sark sighed. He knew this was coming. He stepped out on the porch steps.
"I know who you are, Mr. Sark."
"I'm ecstatic that my reputation precedes me."
"But you are Blythe's brother."
"That I am."
"She'll never believe me if I tell what you are. She only remembers her big brother who protected her from everything evil. She shouldn't have to know that you are the evil now. I'll let you get away now, but only once."
"So I can't ever see my sister ever again?" Sark wanted to make sure that he got all of this straight.
"Yes."
Sark closed his eyes.
"You cannot run my life, Mr. Morrison. I'd kill you before I let you keep me away from Blythe. I've only just found her."
"Is that a threat, Mr. Sark?"
"You bet it is."
"Sydney. Does she work for you?"
"No. She's a CIA agent."
"Excuse me."
"I will not tell you anything else about her. You don't deserve to know."
"Does she..."
"We were the biggest adversaries there ever was. By the way, don't ever threaten me again. I am the master of them and you little Interpol people don't scare me. The only person I ever had to be a little worried about was Sydney and look at us now."
He went inside, hugged his family and went to bed.
Sydney was still awake, reading, when he came in. He looked stressed out, massaging his temples.
"He knows!"
"Jeremy."
"He threatened me."
"He threatened you."
"Yeah. Like I'd be scared. I don't care if people know who I am."
"Except your family."
"Yes. Mum wants me to be happy, so I will be. The girls want their big brother back, so I'll be him. Dad wants his only son back, here I am. I am Andrew Canton here, not Mr. Sark."
Sydney massaged his temples. She pressed firm kisses on each side. He held onto her, putting his head at the nape of her neck. "I knew you would have Interpol waiting for me." He joked.
Sydney let the laughter erupt from her. "Andrew..."
He shushed her before pulling her down next to him. They fell asleep holding each other near.
A tearful good bye was exchanged between the family. Sark knew he had to leave now, though, before his favorite brother-in-law reported him and jeapordized Sydney's whereabouts. They boarded the plane and Sydney settled comfortably in the seat. Sark began conversationally, "I've decoded the manual completely and the jewelry box works."
"Really?"
"I used the key to unlock the box and inside was a bracelet Rambaldi designed."
"Oh."
"The bracelet can be used as a map."
"A map?"
"Yes, to a spot in Mexico, just outside of Mexico City."
"What's there?"
"It doesn't specify. But I'm going to find out. Are you in?"
"You need someone to watch your back and keep you from getting to confident."
"You say confident like it's a bad thing."
She nodded. "With you it is."
The two fell quiet, Sark happy to be near Sydney.
"What exactly are you doing now? I mean, who do you for?"
"I work for myself."
"But are you working for the greater good or bad?"
"I'm neutral, Luv."
"You can't be neutral!"
"Well, I am."
"What are you using all of the Rambaldi artifacts for?"
"My big plan to take over the world."
"Andrew, why won't you tell me?"
"I did tell you. I'm neutral. I have no underlying plan right now."
Sydney looked at him doubtfully.
"Fine. I'll drop it for now."
She looked out the window, biting on her lower lip.
"Don't pout, Luvie."
"I'm not."
"That is your pouting face."
She rolled her eyes.
"Leave me alone."
"Sydney."
"If you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth, don't even bother talking to me at all."
She stood up and walked down the aisle, managing to avoid him the rest of the flight.
Sydney hurried inside and locked the door. Will jumped up and hugged her.
"How'd it go?"
"Very well. The family was ecstatic to be runited with Andrew."
Will smiled. "I'm glad I could help someone. I've felt sort of useless since Tai Pei."
They heard a pounding on the door.
"Sydney Bristow! Open the door!"
She ignored him. The other three exchanged glances.
"You're not letting Sark in?" Francie asked.
"Nope."
She headed into the bedroom without once responding to Sark's calls. He unlocked the door with his spare key. He entered the room. "She's in the bedroom, isn't she?"
Francie nodded.
"Has she ever been this mad at you three before?"
Will nodded as did Francie. Vaughn shook his head.
"How soon until she'll start talking to me again?"
"Depends on what you did." Francie offered.
"She thinks I'm lying to her."
"Are you?"
Sark didn't answer.
"Uh huh. At least five or six days, probably a week."
Sark's voice became stiff. "Fine. If she wants to be that way, I won't stop her."
He picked up his suitcase, walked out of the house, and slammed the door.
"He just walked out on her. Things are not looking up for him." Francie commented.
Will said, quietly, "Good. He deserves it."
"You'd have Sydney be miserable, so you can get back at Sark?"
He shrugged. "It's better for Sydney also."
Francie shook her head again, "No, it's not. He cares for Sydney."
"He can't. He's a monster who can't feel."
"Obviously he can."
They stopped speaking for the moment.
Chapter Two
"Jeremy Morrison, Blythe's husband." He extended his hand to Sark. He had brown hair and green eyes, and looked like a man madly in love with his wife.
"Andrew Canton."
"Have I seen you before?" He asked, curiously.
"I doubt that."
Jeremy tried to place him. "In Paris! Yes! You were sitting with an older man. A bombshell was singing to you both. She had bright red hair, certainly you recall it. A huge shoot out occured shortly after her song. She was involved."
Sark and Sydney exchanged a look.
"No. Not me. I would have remembered something like that."
Jeremy dropped the subject. He started to study Sydney, trying to see if he recognized her. She smiled at him, trying to detract his scrutiny.
"So, tell me, about you three. Mum told me all about her and Dad."
Jeremy smiled at the couple. "I work for Interpol. I'm one of the senior officers, actually."
Sark nearly fell out of his chair. He couldn't keep a quiet laugh from escaping. The irony of it all.
"What?" Charity asked curiously.
"Nothing."
Jeremy studied him.
"Oh, my gosh."
"What is it, Sweetie?" Blythe asked. He gave Sark a hard glare.
"It isn't anything."
Sark knew he had been recognized. Blythe continued, "I'm a teacher like Mummy. Jeremy and I have been married for a year."
Charity said, "I attend Oxford for my Masters in Archeology."
Sark nodded. "That sounds fascinating."
"How long are you going to be here, Andy?"
"I have to leave soon. Like tomorrow."
"Where will you go?" Jeremy asked.
"Business trip in Rome." He lied.
"Italy!" Charity exclaimed.
"Yes. I will keep in touch."
"I'm so glad you found us."
"Me, too."
"Sydney, you'll always be a part of our family. You brought our son back to us." Katherine said from the kitchen.
"I was glad to. He deserves to be happy."
"He's happy with you."
Sydney seemed surprised. She looked up at him. He ran his hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze.
"I'm exhausted. I think I'll go on to bed, if you don't mind?"
"Go on, Syd."
"It was great to meet you, Jeremy."
Sydney disappeared into the bedroom, wanting to leave the family together.
Jeremy smiled. "I need to ask Andy something in private. A man thing."
Sark sighed. He knew this was coming. He stepped out on the porch steps.
"I know who you are, Mr. Sark."
"I'm ecstatic that my reputation precedes me."
"But you are Blythe's brother."
"That I am."
"She'll never believe me if I tell what you are. She only remembers her big brother who protected her from everything evil. She shouldn't have to know that you are the evil now. I'll let you get away now, but only once."
"So I can't ever see my sister ever again?" Sark wanted to make sure that he got all of this straight.
"Yes."
Sark closed his eyes.
"You cannot run my life, Mr. Morrison. I'd kill you before I let you keep me away from Blythe. I've only just found her."
"Is that a threat, Mr. Sark?"
"You bet it is."
"Sydney. Does she work for you?"
"No. She's a CIA agent."
"Excuse me."
"I will not tell you anything else about her. You don't deserve to know."
"Does she..."
"We were the biggest adversaries there ever was. By the way, don't ever threaten me again. I am the master of them and you little Interpol people don't scare me. The only person I ever had to be a little worried about was Sydney and look at us now."
He went inside, hugged his family and went to bed.
Sydney was still awake, reading, when he came in. He looked stressed out, massaging his temples.
"He knows!"
"Jeremy."
"He threatened me."
"He threatened you."
"Yeah. Like I'd be scared. I don't care if people know who I am."
"Except your family."
"Yes. Mum wants me to be happy, so I will be. The girls want their big brother back, so I'll be him. Dad wants his only son back, here I am. I am Andrew Canton here, not Mr. Sark."
Sydney massaged his temples. She pressed firm kisses on each side. He held onto her, putting his head at the nape of her neck. "I knew you would have Interpol waiting for me." He joked.
Sydney let the laughter erupt from her. "Andrew..."
He shushed her before pulling her down next to him. They fell asleep holding each other near.
A tearful good bye was exchanged between the family. Sark knew he had to leave now, though, before his favorite brother-in-law reported him and jeapordized Sydney's whereabouts. They boarded the plane and Sydney settled comfortably in the seat. Sark began conversationally, "I've decoded the manual completely and the jewelry box works."
"Really?"
"I used the key to unlock the box and inside was a bracelet Rambaldi designed."
"Oh."
"The bracelet can be used as a map."
"A map?"
"Yes, to a spot in Mexico, just outside of Mexico City."
"What's there?"
"It doesn't specify. But I'm going to find out. Are you in?"
"You need someone to watch your back and keep you from getting to confident."
"You say confident like it's a bad thing."
She nodded. "With you it is."
The two fell quiet, Sark happy to be near Sydney.
"What exactly are you doing now? I mean, who do you for?"
"I work for myself."
"But are you working for the greater good or bad?"
"I'm neutral, Luv."
"You can't be neutral!"
"Well, I am."
"What are you using all of the Rambaldi artifacts for?"
"My big plan to take over the world."
"Andrew, why won't you tell me?"
"I did tell you. I'm neutral. I have no underlying plan right now."
Sydney looked at him doubtfully.
"Fine. I'll drop it for now."
She looked out the window, biting on her lower lip.
"Don't pout, Luvie."
"I'm not."
"That is your pouting face."
She rolled her eyes.
"Leave me alone."
"Sydney."
"If you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth, don't even bother talking to me at all."
She stood up and walked down the aisle, managing to avoid him the rest of the flight.
Sydney hurried inside and locked the door. Will jumped up and hugged her.
"How'd it go?"
"Very well. The family was ecstatic to be runited with Andrew."
Will smiled. "I'm glad I could help someone. I've felt sort of useless since Tai Pei."
They heard a pounding on the door.
"Sydney Bristow! Open the door!"
She ignored him. The other three exchanged glances.
"You're not letting Sark in?" Francie asked.
"Nope."
She headed into the bedroom without once responding to Sark's calls. He unlocked the door with his spare key. He entered the room. "She's in the bedroom, isn't she?"
Francie nodded.
"Has she ever been this mad at you three before?"
Will nodded as did Francie. Vaughn shook his head.
"How soon until she'll start talking to me again?"
"Depends on what you did." Francie offered.
"She thinks I'm lying to her."
"Are you?"
Sark didn't answer.
"Uh huh. At least five or six days, probably a week."
Sark's voice became stiff. "Fine. If she wants to be that way, I won't stop her."
He picked up his suitcase, walked out of the house, and slammed the door.
"He just walked out on her. Things are not looking up for him." Francie commented.
Will said, quietly, "Good. He deserves it."
"You'd have Sydney be miserable, so you can get back at Sark?"
He shrugged. "It's better for Sydney also."
Francie shook her head again, "No, it's not. He cares for Sydney."
"He can't. He's a monster who can't feel."
"Obviously he can."
They stopped speaking for the moment.