Author's Notes: I enjoyed all your reviews about my last chapter! At least
some people liked it! I was afraid you'd all hate it! So once again, I go
back to Sydney's POV. I've got some great stuff planned for the next few
chapters, so the more reviews I get, the faster I want to write!
Disclaimer: J.J. Abrams and ABC own the wonderful characters of Alias!
****Sydney POV****
I was stunned. Sark actually took me to his operations center. I thought he was just kidding around with me, but he actually trusts me enough to bring me here. Our conversations on the plane after he told me he "loved me" were interesting. It was obvious to me he was hiding something, but I have a bigger feeling he's not telling me anytime soon. I guess I'll just have to figure out for myself.
Sark's peon, he so named "George", showed me to my living accommodations, or so they were referred to as that. He led me through a hallway and came to a door at the end. He unlocked it and pointed in. I carefully walked into the room and started feeling the wall for a light of some sort, since it was extremely dark. I found one and at the same time, nice George slammed the door shut. I twisted around, tried to get out, but I was locked in. Great. I should have ran away when I had a chance at the house.
Well, I finally turned on the light, and to my amazement, the room was not just a room, but it was an apartment. A nicely decorated apartment, at that. It was kind of the same as Sark's, but an inch smaller. I walked into the open room and observed a couch and a small kitchen. I went over to the fridge and sure enough, it was stocked with items! So, I decided to explore a little more before making something. I went into the bedroom and it too was very nice. I looked in the closet and there were clothes! Good thing, I needed to get changed out of these ones.
The bathroom was small, a toilet, sink, and shower all jammed in. It was nice. The only part that scared me was does this mean I'm going to be here awhile? I will definitely have to talk to Sark when he comes next time. I really wasn't too sure about him yet.
I headed back into the main room and went directly to the kitchen. I got out the lettuce and other veggies and made myself a nice salad, since I noticed there was salad dressing that I liked. I got it all ready and headed to the table and sat down and enjoyed it. It was the best thing I had to eat since Sark had so kindly captured me.
Sark. what was I going to do about him? Was he seriously in love with me? Do I seriously kind of sort of like him back? Having to even thinking about that makes me shutter a little. I decided to go take a shower and change out of my icky clothes.
My shower felt great and the water was so scalding I felt fully cleansed. I had blown dry my hair and grabbed a nice shirt and pants outfit out of the closet. I headed back out into the apartment and saw a bookcase filled with books. I scanned the titles, some were in Russian, but I found a copy of "The Great Gatsby". Interesting it was there considering all the other books that were. So, I took it down from the shelf and headed over to the couch. It was one of my favorites and I didn't have anything else better to do.
I settled in on the couch and grabbed a blanket I had found. I nestled in, realizing how much I did like "The Great Gatsby" and sure enough, I soon fell asleep.
When I woke up, I felt someone gently rubbing my hair. It took me a second to comprehend my surroundings, but when I started to move, the hand stopped and pulled away. I turned around and looked up to see Sark staring back at me.
"Good nap?" he asks me.
"Uh, sure," I reply. I get up from my lying position on the couch to just be sitting next to Sark. This time, however, we had gained some distance apart.
"Do you enjoy the accommodations?" he then asks me.
"Yes, they are very nice," I quietly reply.
"That's good, I was thinking you might enjoy having dinner with me tonight," he then says. Is that a date? Hm. not sure.
"I guess so, as long as it's good food," I reply, didn't want to act too nervous.
"Then it's settled. One of my men will come escort you to my private dining facility in an hour or so," he informs me, then excuses himself out.
So Sark and I are having dinner tonight. What should I wear? I decided to head into the bedroom and see what there was to wear. I thought I had seen a dress or two when I was looking earlier, but I wasn't too sure. So I dig around the closet and sure enough find a nice dress that resembled a sundress. It was actually rather cute and lucky fit me. I did my hair a little better and waited out for the "goon" to escort me to his dining whatever.
Soon enough, a heard a knock and then a smaller looking man enter the room.
"Hello, Ms. Bristow, Mr. Sark has asked for your attendance in the dining room," he says very formally.
"Alright, I'm ready to go," I reply back.
He lets me go out first and there is another guard waiting as well. I followed the two down the hallway again and down another hallway into the big area. We headed across and I noticed the people looked a lot busier. Interesting, something big must be going on. They took me to a door close to Sark's office and let me in.
I noticed a nice large looking dining table that had been set out in front of me. It was beautiful looking, actually. It was amazing how this place was so interesting and large and it was all 28 stories below. My guess is that my mother stole it from the Soviet's when the USSR fell. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a nuclear weapon or two lying around here either. I stood by the door for a second until Sark entered from a side entrance.
"Good evening, Sydney," he says very gentlemanly. He walks over and gently places a kiss on my cheek. Maybe he was seriously in love with me.
"Good evening," I reply.
"How about we take our seats," he then says and pulls out a chair at the other end for me. I walk over and gently sit into it while he pushes the chair in. I was surprised he was doing this, not his personal butler.
"The meal tonight is quite splendid. We have an elegant salad being prepared followed by a special duck soup and a well-seasoned breast of chicken," he so kindly informs me. He obviously put a lot of time into the meal and it showed through his presentation of it.
"It sounds great," I tell him.
"By the way, we're going to have one more join us tonight, as you can see, I have three place settings," he informs me. I looked around and notice there was room for one more. How could I have been so stupid? My spy skills are failing me today.
"Oh, really? Who?" I ask him.
"Nice to see you again, Sydney," I hear a woman's voice behind me.
I slowly turn around and see her. Why, how could she be here? I was utterly confused, that's for sure.
"What? I'm so confused now," I only can say.
"I thought you might be, but I thought over a little dinner we could clear that up," she says.
"Of course, Irena, it's always a pleasure to have you back here," Sark says to suck up to the boss.
"I see you and Mr. Sark have made some connections, would I not be right to assume that," my unloving mother spits out.
"How did you escape?" I can only say. The whole Sark thing can get put on hold for right now.
"Rather easily, actually. I could have at anytime I wanted, but the sign was when Sark had you captured," she explains.
"There was no journal, was there Sark?" I ask him. Now, the pieces are coming together.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say one exists on this earth," he only replies.
"So, you set me up? You.. Uh! I hate you!" I say and stand up and head towards the door.
"Let me out, let me back to my "apartment"," I tell him.
"Fine," he says and sure enough I am taken back to my little apartment. I ran into my bedroom and started to cry.
Why was I stuck here? I just want to go home and see everyone. especially Vaughn.
~~~Like it? Tell me how much! Reviews rock my world!~~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: J.J. Abrams and ABC own the wonderful characters of Alias!
****Sydney POV****
I was stunned. Sark actually took me to his operations center. I thought he was just kidding around with me, but he actually trusts me enough to bring me here. Our conversations on the plane after he told me he "loved me" were interesting. It was obvious to me he was hiding something, but I have a bigger feeling he's not telling me anytime soon. I guess I'll just have to figure out for myself.
Sark's peon, he so named "George", showed me to my living accommodations, or so they were referred to as that. He led me through a hallway and came to a door at the end. He unlocked it and pointed in. I carefully walked into the room and started feeling the wall for a light of some sort, since it was extremely dark. I found one and at the same time, nice George slammed the door shut. I twisted around, tried to get out, but I was locked in. Great. I should have ran away when I had a chance at the house.
Well, I finally turned on the light, and to my amazement, the room was not just a room, but it was an apartment. A nicely decorated apartment, at that. It was kind of the same as Sark's, but an inch smaller. I walked into the open room and observed a couch and a small kitchen. I went over to the fridge and sure enough, it was stocked with items! So, I decided to explore a little more before making something. I went into the bedroom and it too was very nice. I looked in the closet and there were clothes! Good thing, I needed to get changed out of these ones.
The bathroom was small, a toilet, sink, and shower all jammed in. It was nice. The only part that scared me was does this mean I'm going to be here awhile? I will definitely have to talk to Sark when he comes next time. I really wasn't too sure about him yet.
I headed back into the main room and went directly to the kitchen. I got out the lettuce and other veggies and made myself a nice salad, since I noticed there was salad dressing that I liked. I got it all ready and headed to the table and sat down and enjoyed it. It was the best thing I had to eat since Sark had so kindly captured me.
Sark. what was I going to do about him? Was he seriously in love with me? Do I seriously kind of sort of like him back? Having to even thinking about that makes me shutter a little. I decided to go take a shower and change out of my icky clothes.
My shower felt great and the water was so scalding I felt fully cleansed. I had blown dry my hair and grabbed a nice shirt and pants outfit out of the closet. I headed back out into the apartment and saw a bookcase filled with books. I scanned the titles, some were in Russian, but I found a copy of "The Great Gatsby". Interesting it was there considering all the other books that were. So, I took it down from the shelf and headed over to the couch. It was one of my favorites and I didn't have anything else better to do.
I settled in on the couch and grabbed a blanket I had found. I nestled in, realizing how much I did like "The Great Gatsby" and sure enough, I soon fell asleep.
When I woke up, I felt someone gently rubbing my hair. It took me a second to comprehend my surroundings, but when I started to move, the hand stopped and pulled away. I turned around and looked up to see Sark staring back at me.
"Good nap?" he asks me.
"Uh, sure," I reply. I get up from my lying position on the couch to just be sitting next to Sark. This time, however, we had gained some distance apart.
"Do you enjoy the accommodations?" he then asks me.
"Yes, they are very nice," I quietly reply.
"That's good, I was thinking you might enjoy having dinner with me tonight," he then says. Is that a date? Hm. not sure.
"I guess so, as long as it's good food," I reply, didn't want to act too nervous.
"Then it's settled. One of my men will come escort you to my private dining facility in an hour or so," he informs me, then excuses himself out.
So Sark and I are having dinner tonight. What should I wear? I decided to head into the bedroom and see what there was to wear. I thought I had seen a dress or two when I was looking earlier, but I wasn't too sure. So I dig around the closet and sure enough find a nice dress that resembled a sundress. It was actually rather cute and lucky fit me. I did my hair a little better and waited out for the "goon" to escort me to his dining whatever.
Soon enough, a heard a knock and then a smaller looking man enter the room.
"Hello, Ms. Bristow, Mr. Sark has asked for your attendance in the dining room," he says very formally.
"Alright, I'm ready to go," I reply back.
He lets me go out first and there is another guard waiting as well. I followed the two down the hallway again and down another hallway into the big area. We headed across and I noticed the people looked a lot busier. Interesting, something big must be going on. They took me to a door close to Sark's office and let me in.
I noticed a nice large looking dining table that had been set out in front of me. It was beautiful looking, actually. It was amazing how this place was so interesting and large and it was all 28 stories below. My guess is that my mother stole it from the Soviet's when the USSR fell. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a nuclear weapon or two lying around here either. I stood by the door for a second until Sark entered from a side entrance.
"Good evening, Sydney," he says very gentlemanly. He walks over and gently places a kiss on my cheek. Maybe he was seriously in love with me.
"Good evening," I reply.
"How about we take our seats," he then says and pulls out a chair at the other end for me. I walk over and gently sit into it while he pushes the chair in. I was surprised he was doing this, not his personal butler.
"The meal tonight is quite splendid. We have an elegant salad being prepared followed by a special duck soup and a well-seasoned breast of chicken," he so kindly informs me. He obviously put a lot of time into the meal and it showed through his presentation of it.
"It sounds great," I tell him.
"By the way, we're going to have one more join us tonight, as you can see, I have three place settings," he informs me. I looked around and notice there was room for one more. How could I have been so stupid? My spy skills are failing me today.
"Oh, really? Who?" I ask him.
"Nice to see you again, Sydney," I hear a woman's voice behind me.
I slowly turn around and see her. Why, how could she be here? I was utterly confused, that's for sure.
"What? I'm so confused now," I only can say.
"I thought you might be, but I thought over a little dinner we could clear that up," she says.
"Of course, Irena, it's always a pleasure to have you back here," Sark says to suck up to the boss.
"I see you and Mr. Sark have made some connections, would I not be right to assume that," my unloving mother spits out.
"How did you escape?" I can only say. The whole Sark thing can get put on hold for right now.
"Rather easily, actually. I could have at anytime I wanted, but the sign was when Sark had you captured," she explains.
"There was no journal, was there Sark?" I ask him. Now, the pieces are coming together.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say one exists on this earth," he only replies.
"So, you set me up? You.. Uh! I hate you!" I say and stand up and head towards the door.
"Let me out, let me back to my "apartment"," I tell him.
"Fine," he says and sure enough I am taken back to my little apartment. I ran into my bedroom and started to cry.
Why was I stuck here? I just want to go home and see everyone. especially Vaughn.
~~~Like it? Tell me how much! Reviews rock my world!~~~ Masquerade