Author's Notes: Well, thanks again so much for all the awesome reviews.
This chapter is definitely more action and more plot. I hope you enjoy it
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Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful characters of Alias. ABC, J.J. Abrams and all those other cool people do!
***Sydney POV***
I walked down the large, Victorian stairs with Sark at my arm into the ballroom. I scanned the room, observing that not too many of the guests had arrived yet. Sark directed me over to a corner of the room where a few of the only people there yet had gathered. I honestly was afraid, mostly because I had no idea what was going on anymore. This whole little "gala" scared me.
"Ah, Sydney, I see you look most ravishing this evening," my mother tells me. Just great.
"Thank you," I reply very quietly, hoping she might not have heard me.
"Mr. Sark, would you mind introducing Sydney to everyone?" she asks him.
"My pleasure, Irina," he says. "Sydney, this is."
At that point, I just smiled and nodded to the five or so names Sark rambled off. I had to make sure I wasn't going to fall asleep, because I was that bored.
"Would you like something to drink, my love?" Sark asks me.
"Oh, please," I reply. We gracefully head over to the bar when I see them. Vaughn's eyes. I look back at where I had seen them and noticed a waiter serving appetizers to the guests. What did he think he was doing? Trying to get me out of here? If Irina saw him, she'd shoot him on the spot. I wanted to get rid of Sark so I could try to go see if it was truly him.
We grabbed our drinks and Sark started us back for the lovely little group I wanted to puke on. So, I decided to do something.
"Sark," I say.
"Yes, dear?" he replies.
"I'm going to go to the ladies room real fast, is that alright?" I ask.
"Oh, that's fine, do you want someone to go with you?" he replies.
"I think I can manage," I say.
I head over to the direction of the waiter and he looked up at me. It definitely had to be him. I walked straight up to his tray and him.
"May I have one?" I ask.
"Of course," he replies and I confirm it. It was Vaughn. He put whatever he was serving on a napkin for me and I headed my way out to the bathroom.
I rushed into the bathroom as fast as I could and went into a stall. I opened the napkin and inside there was a little note enclosed.
There's a team here waiting to move in. When Sark gets called away on a phone call, that's the sign.
-V
I ripped the paper up and threw it in the toilet and flushed it. Great. As much as I was glad they had found me and they were rescuing me, what was I to do about Sark? We did have some attraction going on, but its not like I could persuade him to just come over to the CIA with me. If they were going to bust into here though, they probably would get him though.
I came back out of the bathroom and went over to Sark and the lovely group over there. My guess, the heads of the organization, considering my mother and Sark seemed very close with the five other men. I just smiled and held on to Sark's arm like a good girl and played along. I hadn't seen Vaughn since I returned so maybe it was going to happen soon, or Irina had noticed it was him and had him taken to the back. Hopefully it was the former.
An hour soon passed and more and more people had arrived. Sark and Irina welcomed each one and made a special point to introduce me. She would say,
"And I want you to meet my lovely daughter, Sydney, who's currently involved with our lovely Mr. Sark." Every time I would smile at the person and they would go on their merry way. I still had my hand on Sark's, mostly because he kept me safe.
Soon enough, a butler came over to Sark to tell him there was a phone call for him. I knew this was it. I headed over to the bar again to stay away from my mother and to honestly get a drink. I felt like I was shaking inside.
I looked up at the man serving my drink and it was Vaughn. He gave me a smile and a brief nod and I returned the notion. He got me a water, although I asked for a vodka, he knew better.
Then, all of a sudden, I heard it, the doors crashing open and guns shooting and people screaming. People were scattering everywhere and I tried to find my mother but she was nowhere in sight. Maybe the CIA already nabbed her. I felt a touch on my back and turned around and Vaughn was gone, and Sark had replaced him. Where did Vaughn go?
"Come on love, we have to go," he says.
I didn't know why, but I started to follow him out the back door that no one else had ran for. I didn't appear to me that anyone was following us either, but when we got outside, in the back alley, I felt a gun being pressed to my head.
"Stop right there, you two," the man says.
We both glance over at each other and release our hands from their grip. We both stood still until the man had put handcuffs on both of us. Who was it? It wasn't Vaughn, their voice was too scratchy.
He directed us to the van that a few other prisoners had been forced into. The unknown man forced us into it and we did so. We occasionally glanced over at each other, but my guess is that Sark wasn't too worried- since Irina had escaped before, he must know how to as well.
When the van was full, they started to go. I didn't recognize anyone else in our van, but a few people looked terrified to be sitting near Sark. I held on to his hand the best I could in handcuffs.
Honestly, I wasn't too sure what to be thinking right now. Did the CIA see me as an enemy now? Or were they just pretending. The ride took forever and I had way too much time to contemplate that.
~~~Review, please!?!?! It would be great!~~~ Thanks for reading. Masquerade!
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful characters of Alias. ABC, J.J. Abrams and all those other cool people do!
***Sydney POV***
I walked down the large, Victorian stairs with Sark at my arm into the ballroom. I scanned the room, observing that not too many of the guests had arrived yet. Sark directed me over to a corner of the room where a few of the only people there yet had gathered. I honestly was afraid, mostly because I had no idea what was going on anymore. This whole little "gala" scared me.
"Ah, Sydney, I see you look most ravishing this evening," my mother tells me. Just great.
"Thank you," I reply very quietly, hoping she might not have heard me.
"Mr. Sark, would you mind introducing Sydney to everyone?" she asks him.
"My pleasure, Irina," he says. "Sydney, this is."
At that point, I just smiled and nodded to the five or so names Sark rambled off. I had to make sure I wasn't going to fall asleep, because I was that bored.
"Would you like something to drink, my love?" Sark asks me.
"Oh, please," I reply. We gracefully head over to the bar when I see them. Vaughn's eyes. I look back at where I had seen them and noticed a waiter serving appetizers to the guests. What did he think he was doing? Trying to get me out of here? If Irina saw him, she'd shoot him on the spot. I wanted to get rid of Sark so I could try to go see if it was truly him.
We grabbed our drinks and Sark started us back for the lovely little group I wanted to puke on. So, I decided to do something.
"Sark," I say.
"Yes, dear?" he replies.
"I'm going to go to the ladies room real fast, is that alright?" I ask.
"Oh, that's fine, do you want someone to go with you?" he replies.
"I think I can manage," I say.
I head over to the direction of the waiter and he looked up at me. It definitely had to be him. I walked straight up to his tray and him.
"May I have one?" I ask.
"Of course," he replies and I confirm it. It was Vaughn. He put whatever he was serving on a napkin for me and I headed my way out to the bathroom.
I rushed into the bathroom as fast as I could and went into a stall. I opened the napkin and inside there was a little note enclosed.
There's a team here waiting to move in. When Sark gets called away on a phone call, that's the sign.
-V
I ripped the paper up and threw it in the toilet and flushed it. Great. As much as I was glad they had found me and they were rescuing me, what was I to do about Sark? We did have some attraction going on, but its not like I could persuade him to just come over to the CIA with me. If they were going to bust into here though, they probably would get him though.
I came back out of the bathroom and went over to Sark and the lovely group over there. My guess, the heads of the organization, considering my mother and Sark seemed very close with the five other men. I just smiled and held on to Sark's arm like a good girl and played along. I hadn't seen Vaughn since I returned so maybe it was going to happen soon, or Irina had noticed it was him and had him taken to the back. Hopefully it was the former.
An hour soon passed and more and more people had arrived. Sark and Irina welcomed each one and made a special point to introduce me. She would say,
"And I want you to meet my lovely daughter, Sydney, who's currently involved with our lovely Mr. Sark." Every time I would smile at the person and they would go on their merry way. I still had my hand on Sark's, mostly because he kept me safe.
Soon enough, a butler came over to Sark to tell him there was a phone call for him. I knew this was it. I headed over to the bar again to stay away from my mother and to honestly get a drink. I felt like I was shaking inside.
I looked up at the man serving my drink and it was Vaughn. He gave me a smile and a brief nod and I returned the notion. He got me a water, although I asked for a vodka, he knew better.
Then, all of a sudden, I heard it, the doors crashing open and guns shooting and people screaming. People were scattering everywhere and I tried to find my mother but she was nowhere in sight. Maybe the CIA already nabbed her. I felt a touch on my back and turned around and Vaughn was gone, and Sark had replaced him. Where did Vaughn go?
"Come on love, we have to go," he says.
I didn't know why, but I started to follow him out the back door that no one else had ran for. I didn't appear to me that anyone was following us either, but when we got outside, in the back alley, I felt a gun being pressed to my head.
"Stop right there, you two," the man says.
We both glance over at each other and release our hands from their grip. We both stood still until the man had put handcuffs on both of us. Who was it? It wasn't Vaughn, their voice was too scratchy.
He directed us to the van that a few other prisoners had been forced into. The unknown man forced us into it and we did so. We occasionally glanced over at each other, but my guess is that Sark wasn't too worried- since Irina had escaped before, he must know how to as well.
When the van was full, they started to go. I didn't recognize anyone else in our van, but a few people looked terrified to be sitting near Sark. I held on to his hand the best I could in handcuffs.
Honestly, I wasn't too sure what to be thinking right now. Did the CIA see me as an enemy now? Or were they just pretending. The ride took forever and I had way too much time to contemplate that.
~~~Review, please!?!?! It would be great!~~~ Thanks for reading. Masquerade!