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me your opinion of it! Well, this one's my longest Chapter yet, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of the wonderful characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams et all do!
I slowly stayed right behind Sark as we carefully maneuvered through the shed. It was a pretty big garden shed and had a lot of crap in it, most likely on purpose. Sark pushed stuff out of the way and we quickly made our way to the back of the shed. There was supposed to be a loose board that would open where the safe would be. I watched as Sark knocked on the boards and successfully located the board and pulled in back and sure enough, there laid a safe.
He looked at me and pulled out a small lock decoder out of his pocket. It actually appeared to be a cell phone, so that's how he got it past the security. It placed it onto the lock and it quickly popped open. At that point, I went to stand on the other side of Sark due to the fact the door opened my way and I wanted to see.
Inside the safe there were a few other valuables, but Sark obviously knew what too look for, because soon enough, he found a little wooden box that looked very old. He opened it and in it there was a stone.
"I thought you said there was a key?" I ask.
"This must be a key in the eyes of Rambaldi," he replies.
He does have a point. Rambaldi wasn't stupid, he wouldn't have just left an actual, physical key. The stone was oddly shaped, so my assumption was that it would be placed in something to get the lock undone.
He locked everything back up and took my hand and we carefully maneuvered our way back out of the shed. Sark peered out first, probably to make sure the coast was clear. It must have been, since we proceeded out of the shed.
He whispers into my ear, "Just walk casually back to the house, as if we had a little private time, if you understand my lead."
I smile at him. He was definitely cute and someone could defiantly see me taking him up on any offer. So I attach myself to his arm as if we were two lovebirds. He could feel his warmth emanating and it was wonderful. It did get a little chilly out. We made our way back into the house and headed toward the door. Then, something unexpected happened.
"Sark," I whispered.
"What?" he replied.
"Dixon, he's here," I whisper. As much as I wanted to give myself into SD-6 at that point, I didn't really feel the need. One simple little mission with Sark wasn't going to ruin the world, so I planned on finishing it. Plus, if I got a chance to see what was in the journal, I could relay the message to the CIA.
Sark scanned the room and saw Dixon as well. He takes a hold of me and leads me the opposite way that Dixon was walking. We both make sure to keep our heads out of Dixon's range of view and make it out of the house and safely past the gate. The guard looked at us funny as we walked out, but it was a midnight stroll, down the lane.
At that point we were pretty far from the house and I was still attached to Sark like before. He didn't seem to mind it, that was for sure. We were about halfway to the house when we heard something behind us. Sark stopped, scanned the area.
"Someone's here," he whispers.
He was certainly right, because the next thing I know, someone's got a gun to my head.
"Hello, Mr. Sark," the man says. I wasn't sure who it was, I didn't recognize the voice, so I knew it wasn't Dixon. That would be too much explaining to do.
"Why hello," he replies. It was obviously someone he disliked, because he used that awful accent to show displeasure at it's finest.
"And who would this be joining you on this lovely evening?" he asks Sark.
Sark looks at me, giving me a worried look. "She is a friend."
A friend? What is Sark playing with now. And who was this guy with the gun to my head. I was mostly not enjoying it so.
"I see, so, how about you give me the key, or I blow your friend's head off," the unknown man says.
"How about not?" Sark says. He was sticking up for me? It was soooo sweet of him. I was almost going to cry for that.
Then, Sark pulls out his gun and with one quick shot, he is able to barely miss me and shoot the unknown man down. It was scary, let me tell you that. I don't think I've ever had a bullet come that close to me without actually hitting me.
"Sorry about that," Sark starts. I run up to him and give him a hug. Then, he pulled away for a second, and leans in and kisses me. This time, it wasn't to fake it or anything, it was actually to kiss me.
"Wow," I say after we both pull back.
"Let's go, I don't want to be around when his friends get here," he tells me.
We started running now, unlike the walk we were exhibiting before. The sooner we got back to the cottage, the sooner Sark could answer my questions.
We both arrived back to the cottage safely and Sark has his goons on "high alert" as he puts it. We decide to get changed and meet in the living room when we're done. I changed out of my magical dress, which now was slightly ripped and dirty, and put on some sweatpants and a sweater I found in a drawer. The house was a bit chilly and I wanted to be nice and warm.
I came out of my room to find Sark starting a fire in the fireplace. Not one of his goons, but himself. It was rather astonishing. I stood from behind and admired his efforts to get the fire started, and ended up coming over to help him.
"I saw you might need some help," I say.
"I was trying to do this on my own," he tells me. "But if you're offering."
I help him get the wood into place and we do this all in silence, except for the few comments here and there. We finally get the fire a blazing, so we both stand up and relax.
"That was certainly stressful," he states.
"You think that's stressful?" I question him.
"I guess you do have a point," he replies.
I decide to head over to the couch. It look comfortable and comfort is what I needed right now. Sark followed behind me and sat down right next to me on the couch.
"Who was that man? The one who had the gun to my head?" I ask him.
"His name is Mark Summer, we go way back, we both started in intelligence at the same time, but I was a little bit better than him," he tells me.
"Who does he work for?" I ask.
"Last time I checked, he was doing freelance work for smaller organizations, but what intrigues me is that none of them are Rambaldi collectors, so he must be working for someone new."
"Okay," I reply. I shiver because of the coldness of the cabin and Sark takes notice. He stands up and grabs a blanket from the cupboard.
"Here you are," he gives me the wool, warm blanket.
"Why, thank you," I tell him.
We both stare at the fire in silence and admire its beauty. It was almost ironic, in a sense. I was this girl who was ultimately doing all to take down his organization, yet we combined our forces to make a fire. It was certainly, unexpected, I suppose.
I decide at that point to scoot over to sit next to Sark. He was looking cold as well, so I figured we could share the blanket and share our bodies warmth. He looked at me funny at first, but then gives me a smile.
"This is ironic, don't you suppose," he says.
"Funny you mention it, I just thought the same thing," I reply.
"Indeed," he only musters out. Neither of us wants to bring it up, but at the same time, it haunts us both. We both want to say it, but neither of us wants the reaction from the other.
"I know what you want to talk about, and I have the same wishes as well," I start.
"I know," he only says. The look in his eyes is impossible to interpret. It has so many meanings.
Then, he does what I thought he might. He starts to kiss me again.
~~~Reviews, rock! Leave me one!!!~~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of the wonderful characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams et all do!
I slowly stayed right behind Sark as we carefully maneuvered through the shed. It was a pretty big garden shed and had a lot of crap in it, most likely on purpose. Sark pushed stuff out of the way and we quickly made our way to the back of the shed. There was supposed to be a loose board that would open where the safe would be. I watched as Sark knocked on the boards and successfully located the board and pulled in back and sure enough, there laid a safe.
He looked at me and pulled out a small lock decoder out of his pocket. It actually appeared to be a cell phone, so that's how he got it past the security. It placed it onto the lock and it quickly popped open. At that point, I went to stand on the other side of Sark due to the fact the door opened my way and I wanted to see.
Inside the safe there were a few other valuables, but Sark obviously knew what too look for, because soon enough, he found a little wooden box that looked very old. He opened it and in it there was a stone.
"I thought you said there was a key?" I ask.
"This must be a key in the eyes of Rambaldi," he replies.
He does have a point. Rambaldi wasn't stupid, he wouldn't have just left an actual, physical key. The stone was oddly shaped, so my assumption was that it would be placed in something to get the lock undone.
He locked everything back up and took my hand and we carefully maneuvered our way back out of the shed. Sark peered out first, probably to make sure the coast was clear. It must have been, since we proceeded out of the shed.
He whispers into my ear, "Just walk casually back to the house, as if we had a little private time, if you understand my lead."
I smile at him. He was definitely cute and someone could defiantly see me taking him up on any offer. So I attach myself to his arm as if we were two lovebirds. He could feel his warmth emanating and it was wonderful. It did get a little chilly out. We made our way back into the house and headed toward the door. Then, something unexpected happened.
"Sark," I whispered.
"What?" he replied.
"Dixon, he's here," I whisper. As much as I wanted to give myself into SD-6 at that point, I didn't really feel the need. One simple little mission with Sark wasn't going to ruin the world, so I planned on finishing it. Plus, if I got a chance to see what was in the journal, I could relay the message to the CIA.
Sark scanned the room and saw Dixon as well. He takes a hold of me and leads me the opposite way that Dixon was walking. We both make sure to keep our heads out of Dixon's range of view and make it out of the house and safely past the gate. The guard looked at us funny as we walked out, but it was a midnight stroll, down the lane.
At that point we were pretty far from the house and I was still attached to Sark like before. He didn't seem to mind it, that was for sure. We were about halfway to the house when we heard something behind us. Sark stopped, scanned the area.
"Someone's here," he whispers.
He was certainly right, because the next thing I know, someone's got a gun to my head.
"Hello, Mr. Sark," the man says. I wasn't sure who it was, I didn't recognize the voice, so I knew it wasn't Dixon. That would be too much explaining to do.
"Why hello," he replies. It was obviously someone he disliked, because he used that awful accent to show displeasure at it's finest.
"And who would this be joining you on this lovely evening?" he asks Sark.
Sark looks at me, giving me a worried look. "She is a friend."
A friend? What is Sark playing with now. And who was this guy with the gun to my head. I was mostly not enjoying it so.
"I see, so, how about you give me the key, or I blow your friend's head off," the unknown man says.
"How about not?" Sark says. He was sticking up for me? It was soooo sweet of him. I was almost going to cry for that.
Then, Sark pulls out his gun and with one quick shot, he is able to barely miss me and shoot the unknown man down. It was scary, let me tell you that. I don't think I've ever had a bullet come that close to me without actually hitting me.
"Sorry about that," Sark starts. I run up to him and give him a hug. Then, he pulled away for a second, and leans in and kisses me. This time, it wasn't to fake it or anything, it was actually to kiss me.
"Wow," I say after we both pull back.
"Let's go, I don't want to be around when his friends get here," he tells me.
We started running now, unlike the walk we were exhibiting before. The sooner we got back to the cottage, the sooner Sark could answer my questions.
We both arrived back to the cottage safely and Sark has his goons on "high alert" as he puts it. We decide to get changed and meet in the living room when we're done. I changed out of my magical dress, which now was slightly ripped and dirty, and put on some sweatpants and a sweater I found in a drawer. The house was a bit chilly and I wanted to be nice and warm.
I came out of my room to find Sark starting a fire in the fireplace. Not one of his goons, but himself. It was rather astonishing. I stood from behind and admired his efforts to get the fire started, and ended up coming over to help him.
"I saw you might need some help," I say.
"I was trying to do this on my own," he tells me. "But if you're offering."
I help him get the wood into place and we do this all in silence, except for the few comments here and there. We finally get the fire a blazing, so we both stand up and relax.
"That was certainly stressful," he states.
"You think that's stressful?" I question him.
"I guess you do have a point," he replies.
I decide to head over to the couch. It look comfortable and comfort is what I needed right now. Sark followed behind me and sat down right next to me on the couch.
"Who was that man? The one who had the gun to my head?" I ask him.
"His name is Mark Summer, we go way back, we both started in intelligence at the same time, but I was a little bit better than him," he tells me.
"Who does he work for?" I ask.
"Last time I checked, he was doing freelance work for smaller organizations, but what intrigues me is that none of them are Rambaldi collectors, so he must be working for someone new."
"Okay," I reply. I shiver because of the coldness of the cabin and Sark takes notice. He stands up and grabs a blanket from the cupboard.
"Here you are," he gives me the wool, warm blanket.
"Why, thank you," I tell him.
We both stare at the fire in silence and admire its beauty. It was almost ironic, in a sense. I was this girl who was ultimately doing all to take down his organization, yet we combined our forces to make a fire. It was certainly, unexpected, I suppose.
I decide at that point to scoot over to sit next to Sark. He was looking cold as well, so I figured we could share the blanket and share our bodies warmth. He looked at me funny at first, but then gives me a smile.
"This is ironic, don't you suppose," he says.
"Funny you mention it, I just thought the same thing," I reply.
"Indeed," he only musters out. Neither of us wants to bring it up, but at the same time, it haunts us both. We both want to say it, but neither of us wants the reaction from the other.
"I know what you want to talk about, and I have the same wishes as well," I start.
"I know," he only says. The look in his eyes is impossible to interpret. It has so many meanings.
Then, he does what I thought he might. He starts to kiss me again.
~~~Reviews, rock! Leave me one!!!~~~ Masquerade