Author's Notes: Sorry everyone for such a delay in posting this next
chapter!!! I hope you'll enjoy it enough to forgive me!!! Well, once again,
thank you so much for all the encouraging reviews, (especially for the
correction on Irina's name!) Review again and hopefully I can write faster!
Disclaimer: Alias and the wonderful characters from it belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
***Sydney POV***
I woke up the next morning and realized I was lying in a comfortable bed. I looked around and noticed it was Sark's bedroom. When I fell asleep last night, I was curled up on the couch, so he must have moved me. I realized today was the day- we were scheduled to fly to Russia by two. I got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen and found Marc there.
"Good morning, Ms. Bristow," he says very gentlemanly.
"Hello, good morning," I reply.
"Mr. Sark had to take care of some early business, but informed me to have you shower and pack for the trip, and he would return by noon," he tells me.
"Thanks, Marc," I say and head back into the bathroom. I looked at the clock- it was 10:30. I decided to take a quick shower and then get my limited belongings together. I had to cleanse myself before I had to face Irina at the gala, as she had so appropriately named it.
As I was standing in the shower, I could just have some time to think to myself. When I was back in L.A, I didn't mind my mother that much. However, since I've been here, I haven't gotten along the best with her. I couldn't understand why, though. Was it because I was mad at her for escaping the CIA? Or did I have to have that glass wall up between us to stay civilized. I wasn't too sure. The shower felt great though.
I came out of the bathroom and gathered the makeup and small necessities I need for the trip and put them into a small bag I had. I took the bag and walked back into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the counter and relaxed on the couch until I heard the door open. I stood up and walked over and Sark stood there.
"Good morning, my love," he says.
"Hey," I say.
He comes over and kisses me and grabs my hand to accompany me to the main room. We both sat down on the couch and he looked over at me.
"You ready for this?" he asks me.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I can only reply.
"Alright, let's go," he informs me and we walk out of his apartment to the elevator.
We got into the elevator and slowly started the voyage up to the surface.
"So, what are you wearing tonight?" he asks me.
"It's a surprise," I only say.
"Well, that's no fun," he replies.
"What about you? What is Mr. Sark going to wear?" I say playfully.
"Ah, indeed, another surprise," he responds.
"Who's going to be on the plane?" I ask him. I hope that she already left and I don't have to deal with her on the plane.
"Unfortunately, we're not alone, we're taking our largest jet, mostly because a lot of people are coming," he informs me.
"Is she on the plane with us?" I ask.
"Ah, no, Irina left earlier this morning to get ready, plus we never fly together, for safety reasons," he tells me.
"So there's one of you left incase the other's plane crashes?" I ask.
"Yes, that's one example," he replies.
"Okay, I understand," I only say and we reach the top.
We head into the car and we head back the same way we had came three days earlier. How long had I been missing now? Almost two weeks, I think. I wasn't too sure. I wasn't too sure if I wanted to be rescued. I had the most relaxing and wonderful two weeks of my life and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go back, yet, anyway.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" he asks me.
"How desolate this whole area is," I lie.
"You know me better than that, dear, you can't lie to me," he replies.
"What gave you the assumption that I was lying?" I only ask.
"Well, you're stares out the window tell me all, you're obviously contemplating something," he says. He's good, he can read me like no one else, except maybe Vaughn.
"It's nothing, I don't want to worry you or anything," I say.
He grabs my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze for support, I think. I lean over to him and lie on his shoulder.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Andrew," I say.
"I see," he replies.
"You know, this past week or so has been the most relaxing time I've experienced, I think," I say. "I don't know if I'm ready to lose it, or you."
"Don't worry, I won't let that happen," he replies.
"Okay, I know, but you know how I worry," I can only say.
The rest of the car ride is silent while I just lean against Sark, and he holds my hand to comfort me. I didn't know about this party to start with and I never knew what the unexpected could hold.
We got onto the plane and headed to the back. I surveyed the people, most in which I didn't know. There was a few I had seen from the operations center, but otherwise, they were all unfamiliar faces. Sark led me to a back door and led us into a small office. It had a desk and a couch and a few other office type things. I settled down on the couch after Sark proceeded to go sit behind the desk.
"Nice plane," I tell him.
"Oh, isn't it? I enjoy it much more than that little plane we had to go to England with," he replies.
I sat on the couch and just observed Sark sitting at his desk, typing away at his laptop. He looked so involved in his work. I got up from the couch and went over and sat down in the chair next to Sark's.
"What are you working on?" I ask him.
He takes my hand and twists his laptop over to show me what he was working on.
"It's a plan we've been developing to take down the Alliance," he tells me. I scan the screen and see a list of names and dates.
"Really?" I reply.
"Yes, our attempt last year was close, but not quite successful, Cole wasn't good enough to start," he says.
"Really?" I can only say.
"I know, we've acquired some intel that we can use to infiltrate several of the SD locations, I'm going to send some of our teams in next week," he informs me.
"Wow, I mean, the CIA has been trying hard to do that, and all," I start.
"I know, isn't it great? And we'll inquire all the Rambaldi artifacts they have acquired," he then says.
"I can't believe it," I say.
"Anyway, enough business, do you want something to drink?" he asks me while getting up to go to the bar.
"Just a ginger ale if you have it," I then say.
"Of course."
I head back to the couch and Sark joins me and we enjoy our drinks. The plane ride was expecting to be only a mere two hours, so we just sat and discussed the party.
We landed soon enough and Sark and I gracefully were the first ones to leave. It was obvious that the others on the plane gave Sark his respect and definitely didn't try to mess with him. We headed into the car and drove off to the location of the gala.
"Now tonight, your best bet is to stay at my side, so that way you don't have to talk to many of the people," he informs me.
"That was my plan," I smile and reply to him.
"Aren't you excited?" he asks me.
"A little I suppose, mostly because of the outfit I'm wearing tonight. You'll love it," I inform him.
"Oh really, now?" he replies.
"Yes, you will," I giggle back.
We arrived shortly and I glared out the window and saw a beautiful, old, Russian building. It was gorgeous.
"Who owns this?" I ask him.
"Irina, it used to be part of the KGB, but when they dissolved she quickly took possession of it," he informs me. He seemed to be the expert on my mother, but I didn't let it bother me too much.
"It certainly is beautiful," I reply.
"Just like you," he says back. He kisses me and we both step out of the car, hand in hand.
We walked up to the steps and into the building, where a man escorted us to our rooms. Sark and I were sharing a wonderful room, probably because my mother was trying to impress me. I saw my dress bag lying there along with a box with my other belongings. Sark's bag also was there, and I was tempted to go over and see what he was wearing.
"Shall we get dressed now?" I ask him.
"I suppose," he replies. "The party starts in an hour, and we must be down there to greet people."
"Okay," I say and scurry off to the one bathroom and get my dress and wig on. I styled my wig beautifully. Sark definitely would be amazed at my appearance. I took a little longer to apply some makeup and some other jewelry and made sure everything was perfect.
"Are you ever going to join me, Sydney?" he asks through the door.
I swing open the door and see his jaw drop to the floor.
"You look.. Beautiful," he only can muster out.
"Why thank you, you don't look so bad yourself," I reply. He tries to straighten up to avoid looking too obvious to his staring.
"You ready to do this, my love?" he asks.
"As long as I've got you by my side," I reply and we embrace in a long kiss. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night, but Sark would protect me.
~~~As always, I enjoy reading every one of your reviews! So leave me one!~~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: Alias and the wonderful characters from it belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
***Sydney POV***
I woke up the next morning and realized I was lying in a comfortable bed. I looked around and noticed it was Sark's bedroom. When I fell asleep last night, I was curled up on the couch, so he must have moved me. I realized today was the day- we were scheduled to fly to Russia by two. I got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen and found Marc there.
"Good morning, Ms. Bristow," he says very gentlemanly.
"Hello, good morning," I reply.
"Mr. Sark had to take care of some early business, but informed me to have you shower and pack for the trip, and he would return by noon," he tells me.
"Thanks, Marc," I say and head back into the bathroom. I looked at the clock- it was 10:30. I decided to take a quick shower and then get my limited belongings together. I had to cleanse myself before I had to face Irina at the gala, as she had so appropriately named it.
As I was standing in the shower, I could just have some time to think to myself. When I was back in L.A, I didn't mind my mother that much. However, since I've been here, I haven't gotten along the best with her. I couldn't understand why, though. Was it because I was mad at her for escaping the CIA? Or did I have to have that glass wall up between us to stay civilized. I wasn't too sure. The shower felt great though.
I came out of the bathroom and gathered the makeup and small necessities I need for the trip and put them into a small bag I had. I took the bag and walked back into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the counter and relaxed on the couch until I heard the door open. I stood up and walked over and Sark stood there.
"Good morning, my love," he says.
"Hey," I say.
He comes over and kisses me and grabs my hand to accompany me to the main room. We both sat down on the couch and he looked over at me.
"You ready for this?" he asks me.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I can only reply.
"Alright, let's go," he informs me and we walk out of his apartment to the elevator.
We got into the elevator and slowly started the voyage up to the surface.
"So, what are you wearing tonight?" he asks me.
"It's a surprise," I only say.
"Well, that's no fun," he replies.
"What about you? What is Mr. Sark going to wear?" I say playfully.
"Ah, indeed, another surprise," he responds.
"Who's going to be on the plane?" I ask him. I hope that she already left and I don't have to deal with her on the plane.
"Unfortunately, we're not alone, we're taking our largest jet, mostly because a lot of people are coming," he informs me.
"Is she on the plane with us?" I ask.
"Ah, no, Irina left earlier this morning to get ready, plus we never fly together, for safety reasons," he tells me.
"So there's one of you left incase the other's plane crashes?" I ask.
"Yes, that's one example," he replies.
"Okay, I understand," I only say and we reach the top.
We head into the car and we head back the same way we had came three days earlier. How long had I been missing now? Almost two weeks, I think. I wasn't too sure. I wasn't too sure if I wanted to be rescued. I had the most relaxing and wonderful two weeks of my life and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go back, yet, anyway.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" he asks me.
"How desolate this whole area is," I lie.
"You know me better than that, dear, you can't lie to me," he replies.
"What gave you the assumption that I was lying?" I only ask.
"Well, you're stares out the window tell me all, you're obviously contemplating something," he says. He's good, he can read me like no one else, except maybe Vaughn.
"It's nothing, I don't want to worry you or anything," I say.
He grabs my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze for support, I think. I lean over to him and lie on his shoulder.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Andrew," I say.
"I see," he replies.
"You know, this past week or so has been the most relaxing time I've experienced, I think," I say. "I don't know if I'm ready to lose it, or you."
"Don't worry, I won't let that happen," he replies.
"Okay, I know, but you know how I worry," I can only say.
The rest of the car ride is silent while I just lean against Sark, and he holds my hand to comfort me. I didn't know about this party to start with and I never knew what the unexpected could hold.
We got onto the plane and headed to the back. I surveyed the people, most in which I didn't know. There was a few I had seen from the operations center, but otherwise, they were all unfamiliar faces. Sark led me to a back door and led us into a small office. It had a desk and a couch and a few other office type things. I settled down on the couch after Sark proceeded to go sit behind the desk.
"Nice plane," I tell him.
"Oh, isn't it? I enjoy it much more than that little plane we had to go to England with," he replies.
I sat on the couch and just observed Sark sitting at his desk, typing away at his laptop. He looked so involved in his work. I got up from the couch and went over and sat down in the chair next to Sark's.
"What are you working on?" I ask him.
He takes my hand and twists his laptop over to show me what he was working on.
"It's a plan we've been developing to take down the Alliance," he tells me. I scan the screen and see a list of names and dates.
"Really?" I reply.
"Yes, our attempt last year was close, but not quite successful, Cole wasn't good enough to start," he says.
"Really?" I can only say.
"I know, we've acquired some intel that we can use to infiltrate several of the SD locations, I'm going to send some of our teams in next week," he informs me.
"Wow, I mean, the CIA has been trying hard to do that, and all," I start.
"I know, isn't it great? And we'll inquire all the Rambaldi artifacts they have acquired," he then says.
"I can't believe it," I say.
"Anyway, enough business, do you want something to drink?" he asks me while getting up to go to the bar.
"Just a ginger ale if you have it," I then say.
"Of course."
I head back to the couch and Sark joins me and we enjoy our drinks. The plane ride was expecting to be only a mere two hours, so we just sat and discussed the party.
We landed soon enough and Sark and I gracefully were the first ones to leave. It was obvious that the others on the plane gave Sark his respect and definitely didn't try to mess with him. We headed into the car and drove off to the location of the gala.
"Now tonight, your best bet is to stay at my side, so that way you don't have to talk to many of the people," he informs me.
"That was my plan," I smile and reply to him.
"Aren't you excited?" he asks me.
"A little I suppose, mostly because of the outfit I'm wearing tonight. You'll love it," I inform him.
"Oh really, now?" he replies.
"Yes, you will," I giggle back.
We arrived shortly and I glared out the window and saw a beautiful, old, Russian building. It was gorgeous.
"Who owns this?" I ask him.
"Irina, it used to be part of the KGB, but when they dissolved she quickly took possession of it," he informs me. He seemed to be the expert on my mother, but I didn't let it bother me too much.
"It certainly is beautiful," I reply.
"Just like you," he says back. He kisses me and we both step out of the car, hand in hand.
We walked up to the steps and into the building, where a man escorted us to our rooms. Sark and I were sharing a wonderful room, probably because my mother was trying to impress me. I saw my dress bag lying there along with a box with my other belongings. Sark's bag also was there, and I was tempted to go over and see what he was wearing.
"Shall we get dressed now?" I ask him.
"I suppose," he replies. "The party starts in an hour, and we must be down there to greet people."
"Okay," I say and scurry off to the one bathroom and get my dress and wig on. I styled my wig beautifully. Sark definitely would be amazed at my appearance. I took a little longer to apply some makeup and some other jewelry and made sure everything was perfect.
"Are you ever going to join me, Sydney?" he asks through the door.
I swing open the door and see his jaw drop to the floor.
"You look.. Beautiful," he only can muster out.
"Why thank you, you don't look so bad yourself," I reply. He tries to straighten up to avoid looking too obvious to his staring.
"You ready to do this, my love?" he asks.
"As long as I've got you by my side," I reply and we embrace in a long kiss. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night, but Sark would protect me.
~~~As always, I enjoy reading every one of your reviews! So leave me one!~~~ Masquerade