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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams and ABC do, I just use them to have great fun!
**Sydney POV**
We arrived back at the headquarters safely without any problems. I wonder if the CIA had any idea where this place was. Probably not. It is literally in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, we soon got back to Sark's apartment and I was able to shower and unwind a little. Honestly, I needed to take some drugs, some powerful ones, before I had to face my mother in our shopping experience. I was sitting on the couch and Sark had finally come back to the office.
"Irina should be by shortly, she told me," he informs me.
"Thanks," I give him my best fake smile. However, he knows me now, he frowns.
He comes to sit next to me, "Syd, my love, what is wrong?"
"I just, don't know. I'm worried about this little shopping get together."
"Don't be worried, dear, Irina has excellent taste," he says.
"I know," I reply.
"Just relax and think of the great vacation we're going to take. We're going to leave tonight around nine and fly at night. I thought it would save time. Plus, we've been on planes so much lately I thought it would be more time effective," he informs me.
"Great idea," I say.
He scoots closer to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, "I don't like to see you sad like this."
"I'm not sad," I reply.
"Don't try me Sydney, I can see right through you," he says. It was true. He could.
"Sark, I mean, you don't mind if I call you Andrew, right?" I ask.
"Not at all dear. As long as you want to."
"Andrew, I can't decide if I'm going crazy. I've willingly escaped from the CIA. I've having problems coming to terms with the fact that I'm falling in love with you," I finally say.
He looks stunned at me. Good thing or bad? Wasn't too sure. He then leans in and kisses me and it's a sign. He's in love with me, too.
"Sydney Bristow, we're going to have this whole vacation to explore our feelings and this love that neither of us are two sure about, okay?" he replies.
"Okay," I say and smile at him.
We hear the door open and we briefly kiss and pull away before my mother gets in here. He holds my hand in between us to encourage me.
"Well, just the two people I was looking for," she pronounces.
"Isn't that ironic?" I sarcastically reply.
"Indeed. Are you ready Sydney?" she asks.
"I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be," I can only reply.
"Fine, let's be off then," Irina replies and I get up and follow her to the door. Andrew follows me too and we stop for a second at the door.
He kisses me on the lips, leans in for a hug and whispers, "Be a good girl."
I pull away and smile and head out the door following my mother. Two men accompanied us, mostly likely her security detail. I followed her to a hallway I had been down before, but we took a turn down a smaller hallway. Then in front of me, a small area that resembled a mall appeared.
"How much stuff can you fit in this place?" I mutter under my breath.
"A lot actually," she replies, obviously hearing my comment. "I built the shopping area to please my employees. That's more than the CIA or that dreaded Arvin Sloane has ever done for you."
I give her one of my deadly glares and proceed. She shows me to a very expensive looking boutique. We walk in and no one is in it, possibly because Irina had it cleared out for us. A small, Russian looking woman was at the cash register.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the lady said gesturing at Irina. Everyone sucks up, and it's defiantly apparent.
"Good afternoon," Irina replies.
"If you need anything, I can help you," the lady informed us.
"I think we can handle ourselves," my mother tells the nice saleswoman. Probably wives or something of people she employs.
She takes me over to racks and racks of different sweaters, shirts, pants, dresses, and skirts. I picked out a few things from here and there that I liked, plus a few on my mother's insistence and headed into the dressing room to try it all on. Slowly, I tried it all on, and waited until last to try on this nice sundress I had really liked.
I got on the light blue short dress and opened the door to allow my mother to see. She looked at me and gasped. I didn't think it looked bad, but I guess it did in her evil eyes.
"Oh my Sydney," she says.
"Does it look that bad?" I only say.
"No, of course not. It's beautiful."
"Really?" I reply.
"You look stunning. Mr. Sark will be very lucky to see you in that dress," Irina says.
Her compliments didn't necessarily make me pleased, but hopefully Sark, I mean, Andrew, would enjoy it. It was weird calling him Andrew. Part of me will always think him as Sark. It's cuter and more mysterious that Andrew is.
"Alright, I'll get out of this and we can go," I reply so I can get out of the bad situation.
We get everything I picked out together and my mother signs something at the desk, probably verifying it was on her account, and we went back out of the store. I tried not to have to talk to her through the duration of our walk back to the apartment and was pretty successful. We headed in the door and set the bags down.
"Well, I guess I owe you a thank you," I try to muster out to my mother. I actually said thank you to the woman.
"Oh Sydney, the pleasure was all mine," Irina replies.
"How did the shopping go?" he asks from the door.
"Good," I say and walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek. "But you can't look at anything yet."
"Alright, I can wait. Irina, there's a few business matters we need to discuss at the office," Sark says. That's weird. He's never been this business like since I've gotten here.
"Ah, indeed," she replies.
"I'll be back soon, my love," he informs me. "Get packed and such. I have put out a bag for your use."
He kissed me once and left to go attend to their business. I wonder if it had anything to do with the SD-6 and Alliance take down he had talked about? Wishful thinking, probably. I decided to go pack, so I picked up my bags and went into the bedroom.
I feel a slight nudge on my shoulder and realized I must have fallen asleep. Sure enough, I had and was lying on the bed. It was a comfy bed, by the way. I looked around. It looks as if I had finished packing, so that was a good thing. I then turned over to see who was tapping on my shoulder. It was Sark.
"Hey," I say and smile at him.
"Tired?" he asks.
"Yeah, I guess. I was packing and I must have laid down," I reply.
"You looked all ready, I just finished packing. I had some dinner prepared for us before we have to head for the airport," he informs me.
"Good idea," I smile and say.
We head into the dining room and a small meal was waiting there. A salad, a plate with a nicely prepared chicken and rice meal and wine. It was almost normal.
"Are you excited?" he asks me mid-meal.
"I kind of am actually, I'm kind of hoping I can learn a little bit more about you," I reply.
"Oh really?" he asks.
"Yes, silly, I don't know hardly anything about you!"
"That is true, isn't it? I suppose I could fill in a few of the blanks for you, my love," Sark says and gently rubs my hand that we had interlocked.
"What else do you have planned for us?" I ask him.
"Well, how about we keep it a secret?" he replies in that sweet tone.
"Don't mess with me."
"Oh, I try not to," Sark says sweetly.
We finish and head into the bedroom and grab our bags. We stop by Irina's office and say goodbye and then take the wonderful elevator. I really am beginning to like the long elevator ride. It is certainly comforting.
We arrived at the top and headed towards the car that was waiting a few trees away. We walked hand and hand toward the car when a gun was placed on my head, and one on Sark's.
"Stop right there, you two," the voice says. This one I recognize. This one was my father's.
~I know, how awful of me! A cliffhanger, gasp. If you enjoyed it, please review!~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams and ABC do, I just use them to have great fun!
**Sydney POV**
We arrived back at the headquarters safely without any problems. I wonder if the CIA had any idea where this place was. Probably not. It is literally in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, we soon got back to Sark's apartment and I was able to shower and unwind a little. Honestly, I needed to take some drugs, some powerful ones, before I had to face my mother in our shopping experience. I was sitting on the couch and Sark had finally come back to the office.
"Irina should be by shortly, she told me," he informs me.
"Thanks," I give him my best fake smile. However, he knows me now, he frowns.
He comes to sit next to me, "Syd, my love, what is wrong?"
"I just, don't know. I'm worried about this little shopping get together."
"Don't be worried, dear, Irina has excellent taste," he says.
"I know," I reply.
"Just relax and think of the great vacation we're going to take. We're going to leave tonight around nine and fly at night. I thought it would save time. Plus, we've been on planes so much lately I thought it would be more time effective," he informs me.
"Great idea," I say.
He scoots closer to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, "I don't like to see you sad like this."
"I'm not sad," I reply.
"Don't try me Sydney, I can see right through you," he says. It was true. He could.
"Sark, I mean, you don't mind if I call you Andrew, right?" I ask.
"Not at all dear. As long as you want to."
"Andrew, I can't decide if I'm going crazy. I've willingly escaped from the CIA. I've having problems coming to terms with the fact that I'm falling in love with you," I finally say.
He looks stunned at me. Good thing or bad? Wasn't too sure. He then leans in and kisses me and it's a sign. He's in love with me, too.
"Sydney Bristow, we're going to have this whole vacation to explore our feelings and this love that neither of us are two sure about, okay?" he replies.
"Okay," I say and smile at him.
We hear the door open and we briefly kiss and pull away before my mother gets in here. He holds my hand in between us to encourage me.
"Well, just the two people I was looking for," she pronounces.
"Isn't that ironic?" I sarcastically reply.
"Indeed. Are you ready Sydney?" she asks.
"I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be," I can only reply.
"Fine, let's be off then," Irina replies and I get up and follow her to the door. Andrew follows me too and we stop for a second at the door.
He kisses me on the lips, leans in for a hug and whispers, "Be a good girl."
I pull away and smile and head out the door following my mother. Two men accompanied us, mostly likely her security detail. I followed her to a hallway I had been down before, but we took a turn down a smaller hallway. Then in front of me, a small area that resembled a mall appeared.
"How much stuff can you fit in this place?" I mutter under my breath.
"A lot actually," she replies, obviously hearing my comment. "I built the shopping area to please my employees. That's more than the CIA or that dreaded Arvin Sloane has ever done for you."
I give her one of my deadly glares and proceed. She shows me to a very expensive looking boutique. We walk in and no one is in it, possibly because Irina had it cleared out for us. A small, Russian looking woman was at the cash register.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the lady said gesturing at Irina. Everyone sucks up, and it's defiantly apparent.
"Good afternoon," Irina replies.
"If you need anything, I can help you," the lady informed us.
"I think we can handle ourselves," my mother tells the nice saleswoman. Probably wives or something of people she employs.
She takes me over to racks and racks of different sweaters, shirts, pants, dresses, and skirts. I picked out a few things from here and there that I liked, plus a few on my mother's insistence and headed into the dressing room to try it all on. Slowly, I tried it all on, and waited until last to try on this nice sundress I had really liked.
I got on the light blue short dress and opened the door to allow my mother to see. She looked at me and gasped. I didn't think it looked bad, but I guess it did in her evil eyes.
"Oh my Sydney," she says.
"Does it look that bad?" I only say.
"No, of course not. It's beautiful."
"Really?" I reply.
"You look stunning. Mr. Sark will be very lucky to see you in that dress," Irina says.
Her compliments didn't necessarily make me pleased, but hopefully Sark, I mean, Andrew, would enjoy it. It was weird calling him Andrew. Part of me will always think him as Sark. It's cuter and more mysterious that Andrew is.
"Alright, I'll get out of this and we can go," I reply so I can get out of the bad situation.
We get everything I picked out together and my mother signs something at the desk, probably verifying it was on her account, and we went back out of the store. I tried not to have to talk to her through the duration of our walk back to the apartment and was pretty successful. We headed in the door and set the bags down.
"Well, I guess I owe you a thank you," I try to muster out to my mother. I actually said thank you to the woman.
"Oh Sydney, the pleasure was all mine," Irina replies.
"How did the shopping go?" he asks from the door.
"Good," I say and walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek. "But you can't look at anything yet."
"Alright, I can wait. Irina, there's a few business matters we need to discuss at the office," Sark says. That's weird. He's never been this business like since I've gotten here.
"Ah, indeed," she replies.
"I'll be back soon, my love," he informs me. "Get packed and such. I have put out a bag for your use."
He kissed me once and left to go attend to their business. I wonder if it had anything to do with the SD-6 and Alliance take down he had talked about? Wishful thinking, probably. I decided to go pack, so I picked up my bags and went into the bedroom.
I feel a slight nudge on my shoulder and realized I must have fallen asleep. Sure enough, I had and was lying on the bed. It was a comfy bed, by the way. I looked around. It looks as if I had finished packing, so that was a good thing. I then turned over to see who was tapping on my shoulder. It was Sark.
"Hey," I say and smile at him.
"Tired?" he asks.
"Yeah, I guess. I was packing and I must have laid down," I reply.
"You looked all ready, I just finished packing. I had some dinner prepared for us before we have to head for the airport," he informs me.
"Good idea," I smile and say.
We head into the dining room and a small meal was waiting there. A salad, a plate with a nicely prepared chicken and rice meal and wine. It was almost normal.
"Are you excited?" he asks me mid-meal.
"I kind of am actually, I'm kind of hoping I can learn a little bit more about you," I reply.
"Oh really?" he asks.
"Yes, silly, I don't know hardly anything about you!"
"That is true, isn't it? I suppose I could fill in a few of the blanks for you, my love," Sark says and gently rubs my hand that we had interlocked.
"What else do you have planned for us?" I ask him.
"Well, how about we keep it a secret?" he replies in that sweet tone.
"Don't mess with me."
"Oh, I try not to," Sark says sweetly.
We finish and head into the bedroom and grab our bags. We stop by Irina's office and say goodbye and then take the wonderful elevator. I really am beginning to like the long elevator ride. It is certainly comforting.
We arrived at the top and headed towards the car that was waiting a few trees away. We walked hand and hand toward the car when a gun was placed on my head, and one on Sark's.
"Stop right there, you two," the voice says. This one I recognize. This one was my father's.
~I know, how awful of me! A cliffhanger, gasp. If you enjoyed it, please review!~ Masquerade