Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews last chapter! They definitely helped
me to write this piece and I hope I'm getting back on track in my writing
and characterizations. I know this chapter isn't as much fluff and such,
but I hope I left open a door of opportunity for the future. Sorry it is
shorter than the others, but I wanted to leave on one note!
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J Abrams and ABC and all those magnificent people do!
**Sydney POV**
"Well, Mr. Bristow, what a lovely surprise," Sark says to him in his cocky attitude.
"Pleasure's all mine, Sark, so how about you let me talk to my daughter alone," he then replies.
"I suppose that can be arranged," Sark tells my father.
"Good deal. I'm going to take Sydney over to my car. I'll return her to you in a few minutes," my father informs Sark.
Great. I was becoming the pawn in between whatever game my father was now playing. What did he want to talk about? And how did he find me? I found the latter question more important.
I followed my father to his car that was off set in the trees a little. I briefly looked at Sark, but I couldn't judge his reactions. We reached the car and we both hopped in.
"Sydney, what do you think your doing?" he asks me.
"Great opener there, dad," I reply.
"We may not have much time, let's get down to business," he informs me.
"Sark, nah, he'll let me have as much time as I want," I can reply to him.
My father seemed shook up, but continued, "Anyway, back to the original question. What do you think your doing?"
"As in?"
"Sydney, you've escaped from the CIA that had successfully rescued you, to only go off with the enemy again. If my intel is correct, I believe your both now heading out to a vacation house in Nice," he informs me. Ah, Father dear, your intel was right.
"Yes?" I can only reply.
"What are you thinking? Sydney, sometimes I can only take it so far with your far-fetched actions. Heck, the CIA can only take your actions to a point. So now tell me, what's going on between you and Sark?" he so matter of factly informs me.
I sit back for a second and think what I should say to my father. He certainly did have a point. What was going on between us? And what am I thinking?
"Honestly, dad, I don't even know," I say. My response made me give up.
"Sydney," he starts.
"Dad, you know, the whole time I've been with Sark I've tried to find reasons why I should be rescued. And also reasons for staying. The thing is, there seems to be an even amount of both and I'm torn between. So tell me Dad, what am I thinking?" I finally get out.
"I don't know, but I'd sure like to," he replies.
"I guess I was too caught up in the mysteriousness and magical aspect of my stay here," I am starting to understand my own actions.
"So you'll return back to L.A. with me?" he asks.
"But Dad, if I do, am I throwing away a love that I may never get to have? All the men I've every partially loved have died or been affected my career. Sark's the only one who's kept me not so worried about that."
"I understand you Sydney, but how could you have even loved Sark at all? He's a cold-blooded killer who's probably got some ulterior motive to getting you to love him," my dad states.
"So otherwise, you're saying Sark's using me, like Mom used you?" I say it. The words that need not be spoken, yet they were spoke.
"I suppose in that context, then yes," he can only reply to me.
"You might be right, but how can I be sure?" I ask him.
"Come with me, and if your Mr. Sark really cares about you, he'll find a way to show it," my dad suggests.
"Well, I guess your right. I've been blinded by my emotions this whole time, haven't I?" I reply.
"That's very possible. Now, let's go. Let's tell your Mr. Sark that we're leaving," my dad says and opens the car door. I grab his hand real fast.
"Dad, thanks."
I think I actually saw him smile at that remark, but you never know. We walked back over to where Sark and his minions had gathered.
"Mr. Sark, thank you for the opportunity to speak with my daughter," my dad begins.
"Of course," he smartly replies.
"Now, we're going to be leaving, if you don't mind, so it was nice chatting," my father informs Sark.
"Excuse me?" he can only mutter out.
"You heard me right, now if you don't excuse us, I believe my daughter and I have a plane to catch," my dad says. I was actually proud of my dad at that point. But I couldn't look at Sark. My eyes couldn't bear the agony that would come from looking into his.
"Well, I suppose Sydney's stay has been over-stayed, so I guess your departure is necessary, my love," Sark says. I look up at him for that response.
"Well, goodbye for now, Mr. Sark," my father says and we both turn away. I had remained quiet through the whole ordeal because I was afraid my emotions would cause me to stay.
We were not too far away when I turn around and run back to him. I give him one last kiss.
"I think I'll always love you," is all I can say to him before I quickly turn away and catch up to my father. There was no turning back now. It was all over, or was it? Only Sark had the right cards to play with.
~~So what'd you think? What direction should I take this? The possibilities are endless! Leave me a review and tell me what you think!~~ Thanks, Masquerade!
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J Abrams and ABC and all those magnificent people do!
**Sydney POV**
"Well, Mr. Bristow, what a lovely surprise," Sark says to him in his cocky attitude.
"Pleasure's all mine, Sark, so how about you let me talk to my daughter alone," he then replies.
"I suppose that can be arranged," Sark tells my father.
"Good deal. I'm going to take Sydney over to my car. I'll return her to you in a few minutes," my father informs Sark.
Great. I was becoming the pawn in between whatever game my father was now playing. What did he want to talk about? And how did he find me? I found the latter question more important.
I followed my father to his car that was off set in the trees a little. I briefly looked at Sark, but I couldn't judge his reactions. We reached the car and we both hopped in.
"Sydney, what do you think your doing?" he asks me.
"Great opener there, dad," I reply.
"We may not have much time, let's get down to business," he informs me.
"Sark, nah, he'll let me have as much time as I want," I can reply to him.
My father seemed shook up, but continued, "Anyway, back to the original question. What do you think your doing?"
"As in?"
"Sydney, you've escaped from the CIA that had successfully rescued you, to only go off with the enemy again. If my intel is correct, I believe your both now heading out to a vacation house in Nice," he informs me. Ah, Father dear, your intel was right.
"Yes?" I can only reply.
"What are you thinking? Sydney, sometimes I can only take it so far with your far-fetched actions. Heck, the CIA can only take your actions to a point. So now tell me, what's going on between you and Sark?" he so matter of factly informs me.
I sit back for a second and think what I should say to my father. He certainly did have a point. What was going on between us? And what am I thinking?
"Honestly, dad, I don't even know," I say. My response made me give up.
"Sydney," he starts.
"Dad, you know, the whole time I've been with Sark I've tried to find reasons why I should be rescued. And also reasons for staying. The thing is, there seems to be an even amount of both and I'm torn between. So tell me Dad, what am I thinking?" I finally get out.
"I don't know, but I'd sure like to," he replies.
"I guess I was too caught up in the mysteriousness and magical aspect of my stay here," I am starting to understand my own actions.
"So you'll return back to L.A. with me?" he asks.
"But Dad, if I do, am I throwing away a love that I may never get to have? All the men I've every partially loved have died or been affected my career. Sark's the only one who's kept me not so worried about that."
"I understand you Sydney, but how could you have even loved Sark at all? He's a cold-blooded killer who's probably got some ulterior motive to getting you to love him," my dad states.
"So otherwise, you're saying Sark's using me, like Mom used you?" I say it. The words that need not be spoken, yet they were spoke.
"I suppose in that context, then yes," he can only reply to me.
"You might be right, but how can I be sure?" I ask him.
"Come with me, and if your Mr. Sark really cares about you, he'll find a way to show it," my dad suggests.
"Well, I guess your right. I've been blinded by my emotions this whole time, haven't I?" I reply.
"That's very possible. Now, let's go. Let's tell your Mr. Sark that we're leaving," my dad says and opens the car door. I grab his hand real fast.
"Dad, thanks."
I think I actually saw him smile at that remark, but you never know. We walked back over to where Sark and his minions had gathered.
"Mr. Sark, thank you for the opportunity to speak with my daughter," my dad begins.
"Of course," he smartly replies.
"Now, we're going to be leaving, if you don't mind, so it was nice chatting," my father informs Sark.
"Excuse me?" he can only mutter out.
"You heard me right, now if you don't excuse us, I believe my daughter and I have a plane to catch," my dad says. I was actually proud of my dad at that point. But I couldn't look at Sark. My eyes couldn't bear the agony that would come from looking into his.
"Well, I suppose Sydney's stay has been over-stayed, so I guess your departure is necessary, my love," Sark says. I look up at him for that response.
"Well, goodbye for now, Mr. Sark," my father says and we both turn away. I had remained quiet through the whole ordeal because I was afraid my emotions would cause me to stay.
We were not too far away when I turn around and run back to him. I give him one last kiss.
"I think I'll always love you," is all I can say to him before I quickly turn away and catch up to my father. There was no turning back now. It was all over, or was it? Only Sark had the right cards to play with.
~~So what'd you think? What direction should I take this? The possibilities are endless! Leave me a review and tell me what you think!~~ Thanks, Masquerade!