Author's Notes: WOW! What can I say! Sorry for the long time to post a new
chapter, but you know how life gets! The reviews keep coming! Because of a
couple of requests, I've changed this chapter into Sark's POV. A couple of
my esteemed reviewers asked for it, and it didn't sound like a bad idea, so
I had to think. So I hope you enjoy what I've done with it, and if you hate
it, well, you might as well tell me!
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the wonderful characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams, ABC, et all does!
****Sark POV****
I had said it. The three dreadful words that Irena had told me to use only under the most important circumstances dealing with this matter. I never thought I would have to use them. However, Sydney is smart.
"You what?" she replies back at me. I don't think that went as well as I would have hoped for, wouldn't you agree?
"Everything about you Sydney, you're a gift from above," I tell her. It was true, I did think that. The fact was, Irena wanted us to get together. It was all apart of her great plan. Once she left, she told me it was my responsibility to get Sydney on our side and if it was achieved, she would return. Honestly, I didn't mind it that much. I did have some feelings for Sydney. She was certainly a wonderful spy.
"I honestly don't know what to say to you," she tells me. Is that a good thing or bad thing? I normally try to stay out of relationships like this.
"Don't you have to admit though, we've had some major connections in the past few days, we've kissed on numerous occasions," I start.
"Yes, we have, but why?" she replies. Well, I wouldn't exactly launch into the total details of Irena's great plan, but I could give her part of the truth.
"Because, as I said it before, it's because of my admiration of you, Sydney, I think you are not only an excellent agent, but an excellent person, one that I would enjoy spending time with," I told her. A pretty decent little thing considering I had to come up with it on my feet. How could I tell her though how much I did really care about her? I don't know how to do it without doing something crazy.
"I don't know anymore, I'm so confused by you," she tells me. She's confused?
"What's there to be confused about, my love?" I reply.
"Can't I just go home?" she says. No, my dear, you can't. I need you.
"I'm afraid not right now, our mission is not done," I reply. Little did she know that the whole rock thing and the second Rambaldi journal was fabricated. However, she seemed to be playing it very well. She didn't even take to notice that the men that were "killed" only had been shot with extra powerful tranquilizer darts. She is a very skilled agent, but a little oblivious.
"So when are you really going to tell me what's going on?" she demands. Not so soon, my dear.
"I would tell you, but your trust right now seems a little, untrustable, we'll say."
"Fine," she mutters and then ignores me and eventually falls asleep. About time too, I needed to do some items without her to annoy me. We were getting towards our destination, my lovely operations center. Hopefully, Irena hasn't pulled any thing on the CIA and actually tell them where it is. If she did, I honestly need to have a chat with that woman as soon as possible.
We safely arrived in Warsaw, in Poland, in a timely fashion and I had the nice honor of waking Sydney. Something I was not exactly looking forward to, but had to attend to.
"Sydney, we're here," I say in my nicest, cheeriest voice I could muster out without killing myself.
"Fine," she replies and quickly gets up and we then exit the plane. We head into the car waiting and we were on our little way.
In the car, I was reading something when I noticed that Sydney was peering over my shoulder.
"May I help you, Ms. Bristow?" I ask her.
"So, we're in Warsaw?" she replies.
"I'm glad you understand and can name cities by their appearances, that's quite the accomplishment," I sarcastically reply back.
"Very funny," she musters back. "Why are we here? Is this where your operation center is?"
"Not quite, but close," I tell her.
"Why Poland? Why would my mother pick Poland?" she asks me.
"Why? I don't think you honestly want to know," I can only tell her. I don't think she would like to know the ways of her mother, yet. I could get her to hate Irena and love me, but when Irena came back, she would kill me. Sounds like I won't be executing that plan.
"Why would that be?" she asks me.
"It's only for your safety," I tell her. Partially true, the safety of sleeping at night.
"Oh, please, Sark, you could come up with a better lie than that," she replies.
"I just don't find it relevant to inform you on what circumstances Irena picked this location," I tell her. Just get off my chest, Sydney.
She finally shuts up and we quietly resume the car ride. I looked over a few useless documents, nothing that Sydney truly couldn't see. We gradually arrived at the place and Sydney looked weird at me.
"This is it?" she asks as we are dropped off at the abandoned house.
"You, of all people, should know that looks aren't everything?" I reply.
She follows me and I have one of my men trail behind her, in case she decides to pull anything. We walk to the back door entrance and I carefully wipe off the doormat, pick it up, and place my hand onto the box. The door carefully opens and we enter into the elevator.
"So what's this place, anyway?" she asks.
"You'll see," I can only reply.
The elevator slowly goes down and we reach the end. 28 Floors under the ground, welcome to the most advanced operations center for an international spy organization.
When the doors open, I glance over at Sydney just to see her original reaction. I watch as her eyes widen and she is amazed by the splendor of the place.
"Oh, my, gosh," is all she says.
I lead her out of the elevator and we head over to my office. As I walk over, I get the occasional, hellos, sirs, welcome backs, the usual. Everyone tries to get on my good side, the suck ups. Most of them I don't know, but they know me. And they know I would kill them at a drop of a hat if they did anything to disturb me. That's how Irena and I ran the organization.
"Well, Sydney, welcome, this is my office," I bring her into my lovely abode. It also serves as my apartment, since it has all the necessities of an apartment. I had my own butler and a full kitchen even. Irena also had a similar arrangement, but recently it had not been occupied. I am the only one that knows the key code and no one dares to try to get into it.
I walk over to my desk and sit down, to see what the analysts had for me. Nothing exciting, except that the CIA was frantically looking for Sydney and Irena hadn't talked yet. We have our ways of knowing things, let me tell you that.
"George here, he will show you to your current living arrangements for the time being, where you will find some necessities, I will be along later," I tell Sydney and let my men escort her to her apartment. Irena had done it up for her, when we originally had conjured up the great plan. I didn't know how soon we would be putting it to use, but it was certainly magnificent.
I was tired, all of this was making me weary. I carefully am looking over my documents when a shadow appears over my head. I peer up to see who it was.
"About time you showed up," I say.
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Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the wonderful characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams, ABC, et all does!
****Sark POV****
I had said it. The three dreadful words that Irena had told me to use only under the most important circumstances dealing with this matter. I never thought I would have to use them. However, Sydney is smart.
"You what?" she replies back at me. I don't think that went as well as I would have hoped for, wouldn't you agree?
"Everything about you Sydney, you're a gift from above," I tell her. It was true, I did think that. The fact was, Irena wanted us to get together. It was all apart of her great plan. Once she left, she told me it was my responsibility to get Sydney on our side and if it was achieved, she would return. Honestly, I didn't mind it that much. I did have some feelings for Sydney. She was certainly a wonderful spy.
"I honestly don't know what to say to you," she tells me. Is that a good thing or bad thing? I normally try to stay out of relationships like this.
"Don't you have to admit though, we've had some major connections in the past few days, we've kissed on numerous occasions," I start.
"Yes, we have, but why?" she replies. Well, I wouldn't exactly launch into the total details of Irena's great plan, but I could give her part of the truth.
"Because, as I said it before, it's because of my admiration of you, Sydney, I think you are not only an excellent agent, but an excellent person, one that I would enjoy spending time with," I told her. A pretty decent little thing considering I had to come up with it on my feet. How could I tell her though how much I did really care about her? I don't know how to do it without doing something crazy.
"I don't know anymore, I'm so confused by you," she tells me. She's confused?
"What's there to be confused about, my love?" I reply.
"Can't I just go home?" she says. No, my dear, you can't. I need you.
"I'm afraid not right now, our mission is not done," I reply. Little did she know that the whole rock thing and the second Rambaldi journal was fabricated. However, she seemed to be playing it very well. She didn't even take to notice that the men that were "killed" only had been shot with extra powerful tranquilizer darts. She is a very skilled agent, but a little oblivious.
"So when are you really going to tell me what's going on?" she demands. Not so soon, my dear.
"I would tell you, but your trust right now seems a little, untrustable, we'll say."
"Fine," she mutters and then ignores me and eventually falls asleep. About time too, I needed to do some items without her to annoy me. We were getting towards our destination, my lovely operations center. Hopefully, Irena hasn't pulled any thing on the CIA and actually tell them where it is. If she did, I honestly need to have a chat with that woman as soon as possible.
We safely arrived in Warsaw, in Poland, in a timely fashion and I had the nice honor of waking Sydney. Something I was not exactly looking forward to, but had to attend to.
"Sydney, we're here," I say in my nicest, cheeriest voice I could muster out without killing myself.
"Fine," she replies and quickly gets up and we then exit the plane. We head into the car waiting and we were on our little way.
In the car, I was reading something when I noticed that Sydney was peering over my shoulder.
"May I help you, Ms. Bristow?" I ask her.
"So, we're in Warsaw?" she replies.
"I'm glad you understand and can name cities by their appearances, that's quite the accomplishment," I sarcastically reply back.
"Very funny," she musters back. "Why are we here? Is this where your operation center is?"
"Not quite, but close," I tell her.
"Why Poland? Why would my mother pick Poland?" she asks me.
"Why? I don't think you honestly want to know," I can only tell her. I don't think she would like to know the ways of her mother, yet. I could get her to hate Irena and love me, but when Irena came back, she would kill me. Sounds like I won't be executing that plan.
"Why would that be?" she asks me.
"It's only for your safety," I tell her. Partially true, the safety of sleeping at night.
"Oh, please, Sark, you could come up with a better lie than that," she replies.
"I just don't find it relevant to inform you on what circumstances Irena picked this location," I tell her. Just get off my chest, Sydney.
She finally shuts up and we quietly resume the car ride. I looked over a few useless documents, nothing that Sydney truly couldn't see. We gradually arrived at the place and Sydney looked weird at me.
"This is it?" she asks as we are dropped off at the abandoned house.
"You, of all people, should know that looks aren't everything?" I reply.
She follows me and I have one of my men trail behind her, in case she decides to pull anything. We walk to the back door entrance and I carefully wipe off the doormat, pick it up, and place my hand onto the box. The door carefully opens and we enter into the elevator.
"So what's this place, anyway?" she asks.
"You'll see," I can only reply.
The elevator slowly goes down and we reach the end. 28 Floors under the ground, welcome to the most advanced operations center for an international spy organization.
When the doors open, I glance over at Sydney just to see her original reaction. I watch as her eyes widen and she is amazed by the splendor of the place.
"Oh, my, gosh," is all she says.
I lead her out of the elevator and we head over to my office. As I walk over, I get the occasional, hellos, sirs, welcome backs, the usual. Everyone tries to get on my good side, the suck ups. Most of them I don't know, but they know me. And they know I would kill them at a drop of a hat if they did anything to disturb me. That's how Irena and I ran the organization.
"Well, Sydney, welcome, this is my office," I bring her into my lovely abode. It also serves as my apartment, since it has all the necessities of an apartment. I had my own butler and a full kitchen even. Irena also had a similar arrangement, but recently it had not been occupied. I am the only one that knows the key code and no one dares to try to get into it.
I walk over to my desk and sit down, to see what the analysts had for me. Nothing exciting, except that the CIA was frantically looking for Sydney and Irena hadn't talked yet. We have our ways of knowing things, let me tell you that.
"George here, he will show you to your current living arrangements for the time being, where you will find some necessities, I will be along later," I tell Sydney and let my men escort her to her apartment. Irena had done it up for her, when we originally had conjured up the great plan. I didn't know how soon we would be putting it to use, but it was certainly magnificent.
I was tired, all of this was making me weary. I carefully am looking over my documents when a shadow appears over my head. I peer up to see who it was.
"About time you showed up," I say.
~~AHHH! I know, it's awesome! Tell me what you think! Reviews are awesome!~~ Masquerade