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**Sydney POV**
After we got in the car it took all the energy I had not to cry. I didn't know why, but it felt like my heart had been shattered. Plus, it was my own decision. What was I thinking? Hopefully my dad was right, if he really likes me, he'd make a point to show it.
We drove in silence to the airport. My father didn't attempt to start a conversation nor did I. I bet the CIA had a book load of questions for me when I got back to LA. I didn't know how I could answer them. Should I tell the truth? Should I hide some of the things I know? Hopefully the plane ride would clear my brain.
We arrived at a small airstrip and I saw a few planes sitting on the runway. We drove up to one of the bigger ones, probably a cargo plane as usual, and headed up onto the back. I got nestled in on a little crate and grabbed a blanket or two. It was chilly in here. What I didn't notice is that there were two other agents there.
"Sydney," my father said.
"Yes?"
"This is Agent Michaels and Agent Thomas, they helped me find you," my dad tells me.
"Okay," I reply.
"Sydney, are you going to talk at all? Ever since we've left, you haven't said anything," my dad so matter of factly tells me.
"I don't have anything to say," I say.
That leaves them stunned and I sit back and peer out the small window that was located behind me. I noticed another small plane taking off and see that we were heading out to the outer runway. I just leaned back and closed my eyes. I really didn't want to have to talk to my dad yet. I couldn't.
I was woken when the plane encountered a lot of turbulence. I looked out the window and it was dark, but I think we were over the ocean. It looked so peaceful. I grabbed a bag and noticed there was a bottle of water and some crackers. I took them out and started munching on them.
"Hey, Sydney," my dad says. This could be trouble, the other two agents weren't there and I was stuck with having to talk to him.
"Hi," I reply back. Keep it short and simple and maybe I won't have to go crazy.
"Sydney, it's obvious to me that you don't want to talk about whatever's happened. Maybe it's because you're mad at yourself for actually coming with me, which I personally can't come to terms in believing, but I'm slowly trying to. I know that you are desperately hoping that Sark comes and proves his undying love for you. I just don't want you to get your hopes up for that."
What was this? See how much my father could bash me today? I had to turn away my face to prevent him from seeing all the tears forming in my eyes. I did want him to come prove his undying love for me. I really hope he does just to prove my father wrong.
"Sydney, look at me," my father says. I pull my head up, with puffy eyes and all and look at him.
"If he comes to LA to see you, what are you going to do?" he asks me.
"Love him," I reply.
"Don't be foolish, Sydney," he starts.
"I'm not. You don't understand me at all. I am regretting coming with you a little bit. Why? Because I feel something with Sark. And it's something I can have. We had the best time together, you just wouldn't understand."
I can't believe I just said all of that. What was my dad going to think of me now?
"Sydney," he says and tries to put his hand on mine.
"Don't. It's obvious you don't want me to be happy. You never have. I hope Sark comes to LA to prove you wrong," I reply and force his hand off of mine.
"Well, I'm glad we had this conversation," my dad says before going back over to where he was sitting. Oh please, my Andrew, please come whisk me away.
I could feel the plane touch down and I got my few things together and joined the agents in getting off the plane. I had no idea what I was going to do. Were they taking me to the CIA? Or could I go home? And what was I going to tell Francie? Hopefully Will knew.
I got into the car with my father and he started giving me the information.
"Your going to the CIA right now for a debriefing and questioning," he informs me first.
"Then, you can return home. Francie thinks you got held up at a two week conference in New York."
"How'd she believe it?" I ask.
"Will helped to convince her that you had called him and she lucky has been so busy with the restaurant to really notice," he tells me.
"Okay," I reply.
We rode in silence the rest of the way to CIA headquarters and I was certainly not looking forward to this questioning. I didn't know how I could face Vaughn either. I had a feeling this was going to be rough.
I walked into the CIA operations center and felt it all coming back to me. The images of my mother's operation center, the apartment, Sark, everything. It was affecting me so badly. I tried to keep myself composed as I was led to a small conference room.
I sat down and took a drink of water from the glass that was positioned in front of me. I was tired with the CIA's games. If they were going to turn this into another inquisition like after the Rambaldi prophesy, I was going to flip. The only natural thing to do was to not answer the questions to the fullest of my knowledge.
Agent Kendall came in and I was oh so pleased to see my least favorite person here. He sat down in front of me and opened a file.
"Welcome back, Agent Bristow," he starts.
"I suppose," I reply.
"I just have a few questions to ask you about your stay with Mr. Sark," he says.
"Alright," I say and lean back.
"Where did he keep you?" he first asks.
"A few different places, one in England, another in Poland where my father found me," I reply vaguely.
"Did he ever take you to his operations center?" he asks me. The big question. I had already decided on the answer.
"Not that I know of, but then again, I was held in little rooms inside bigger buildings, so it is possible that I was there, but didn't know it," I reply. Good answer, Sydney. So I wasn't lying, totally.
"Now, we have some information suggesting that you and Mr. Sark formed into a more personal relationship, you want to explain this?" he asks.
"Not really," I reply.
"How about I rephrase that? Tell me about your relationship with Mr. Sark?" he then says.
"We became friends, okay?" I reply.
"That's not what your father said," he counteracts me.
"Then my father is delusional."
"Okay, moving on, did you come in contact with Irina Derevko at all?" he asks me.
"Yes," I proudly answer.
He perks up at that, "In what capacity?"
"She visited me once with Sark. It was a short interaction. I was stunned to learn she had escaped from the CIA," I say somewhat truthfully.
"Yes, alright, I think we'll have some more questions for you later, but we'll let you get home for now," he tells me.
"Thank you," I say and get up and leave the room. I quickly maneuver the room and head towards the exit. I didn't want to have to confront Vaughn yet. I knew I would break down in front of him.
I got in the car the CIA got for me and headed home. I stopped at the airport and picked up my car and then went home. I was praying he was there. He could have been here by now. I just hope Francie wasn't there either, or Will for that matter. How could I ever explain to Will that I was falling in love with Sark? I don't think Will would ever talk to me again.
I arrived home and it actually did feel refreshing. Francie's car wasn't here, so that was certainly helpful. I walked up into the house and walked into the kitchen, saw a note from Francie that welcomed me back, and put all my stuff down. I walked into the family room and I noticed I wasn't alone.
"Hello, my love," his wonderful British accent informed me.
I ran over and gave him the biggest hug and kiss. My life was now perfect.
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Disclaimer: The characters of Alias, especially the cute ones, belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
After we got in the car it took all the energy I had not to cry. I didn't know why, but it felt like my heart had been shattered. Plus, it was my own decision. What was I thinking? Hopefully my dad was right, if he really likes me, he'd make a point to show it.
We drove in silence to the airport. My father didn't attempt to start a conversation nor did I. I bet the CIA had a book load of questions for me when I got back to LA. I didn't know how I could answer them. Should I tell the truth? Should I hide some of the things I know? Hopefully the plane ride would clear my brain.
We arrived at a small airstrip and I saw a few planes sitting on the runway. We drove up to one of the bigger ones, probably a cargo plane as usual, and headed up onto the back. I got nestled in on a little crate and grabbed a blanket or two. It was chilly in here. What I didn't notice is that there were two other agents there.
"Sydney," my father said.
"Yes?"
"This is Agent Michaels and Agent Thomas, they helped me find you," my dad tells me.
"Okay," I reply.
"Sydney, are you going to talk at all? Ever since we've left, you haven't said anything," my dad so matter of factly tells me.
"I don't have anything to say," I say.
That leaves them stunned and I sit back and peer out the small window that was located behind me. I noticed another small plane taking off and see that we were heading out to the outer runway. I just leaned back and closed my eyes. I really didn't want to have to talk to my dad yet. I couldn't.
I was woken when the plane encountered a lot of turbulence. I looked out the window and it was dark, but I think we were over the ocean. It looked so peaceful. I grabbed a bag and noticed there was a bottle of water and some crackers. I took them out and started munching on them.
"Hey, Sydney," my dad says. This could be trouble, the other two agents weren't there and I was stuck with having to talk to him.
"Hi," I reply back. Keep it short and simple and maybe I won't have to go crazy.
"Sydney, it's obvious to me that you don't want to talk about whatever's happened. Maybe it's because you're mad at yourself for actually coming with me, which I personally can't come to terms in believing, but I'm slowly trying to. I know that you are desperately hoping that Sark comes and proves his undying love for you. I just don't want you to get your hopes up for that."
What was this? See how much my father could bash me today? I had to turn away my face to prevent him from seeing all the tears forming in my eyes. I did want him to come prove his undying love for me. I really hope he does just to prove my father wrong.
"Sydney, look at me," my father says. I pull my head up, with puffy eyes and all and look at him.
"If he comes to LA to see you, what are you going to do?" he asks me.
"Love him," I reply.
"Don't be foolish, Sydney," he starts.
"I'm not. You don't understand me at all. I am regretting coming with you a little bit. Why? Because I feel something with Sark. And it's something I can have. We had the best time together, you just wouldn't understand."
I can't believe I just said all of that. What was my dad going to think of me now?
"Sydney," he says and tries to put his hand on mine.
"Don't. It's obvious you don't want me to be happy. You never have. I hope Sark comes to LA to prove you wrong," I reply and force his hand off of mine.
"Well, I'm glad we had this conversation," my dad says before going back over to where he was sitting. Oh please, my Andrew, please come whisk me away.
I could feel the plane touch down and I got my few things together and joined the agents in getting off the plane. I had no idea what I was going to do. Were they taking me to the CIA? Or could I go home? And what was I going to tell Francie? Hopefully Will knew.
I got into the car with my father and he started giving me the information.
"Your going to the CIA right now for a debriefing and questioning," he informs me first.
"Then, you can return home. Francie thinks you got held up at a two week conference in New York."
"How'd she believe it?" I ask.
"Will helped to convince her that you had called him and she lucky has been so busy with the restaurant to really notice," he tells me.
"Okay," I reply.
We rode in silence the rest of the way to CIA headquarters and I was certainly not looking forward to this questioning. I didn't know how I could face Vaughn either. I had a feeling this was going to be rough.
I walked into the CIA operations center and felt it all coming back to me. The images of my mother's operation center, the apartment, Sark, everything. It was affecting me so badly. I tried to keep myself composed as I was led to a small conference room.
I sat down and took a drink of water from the glass that was positioned in front of me. I was tired with the CIA's games. If they were going to turn this into another inquisition like after the Rambaldi prophesy, I was going to flip. The only natural thing to do was to not answer the questions to the fullest of my knowledge.
Agent Kendall came in and I was oh so pleased to see my least favorite person here. He sat down in front of me and opened a file.
"Welcome back, Agent Bristow," he starts.
"I suppose," I reply.
"I just have a few questions to ask you about your stay with Mr. Sark," he says.
"Alright," I say and lean back.
"Where did he keep you?" he first asks.
"A few different places, one in England, another in Poland where my father found me," I reply vaguely.
"Did he ever take you to his operations center?" he asks me. The big question. I had already decided on the answer.
"Not that I know of, but then again, I was held in little rooms inside bigger buildings, so it is possible that I was there, but didn't know it," I reply. Good answer, Sydney. So I wasn't lying, totally.
"Now, we have some information suggesting that you and Mr. Sark formed into a more personal relationship, you want to explain this?" he asks.
"Not really," I reply.
"How about I rephrase that? Tell me about your relationship with Mr. Sark?" he then says.
"We became friends, okay?" I reply.
"That's not what your father said," he counteracts me.
"Then my father is delusional."
"Okay, moving on, did you come in contact with Irina Derevko at all?" he asks me.
"Yes," I proudly answer.
He perks up at that, "In what capacity?"
"She visited me once with Sark. It was a short interaction. I was stunned to learn she had escaped from the CIA," I say somewhat truthfully.
"Yes, alright, I think we'll have some more questions for you later, but we'll let you get home for now," he tells me.
"Thank you," I say and get up and leave the room. I quickly maneuver the room and head towards the exit. I didn't want to have to confront Vaughn yet. I knew I would break down in front of him.
I got in the car the CIA got for me and headed home. I stopped at the airport and picked up my car and then went home. I was praying he was there. He could have been here by now. I just hope Francie wasn't there either, or Will for that matter. How could I ever explain to Will that I was falling in love with Sark? I don't think Will would ever talk to me again.
I arrived home and it actually did feel refreshing. Francie's car wasn't here, so that was certainly helpful. I walked up into the house and walked into the kitchen, saw a note from Francie that welcomed me back, and put all my stuff down. I walked into the family room and I noticed I wasn't alone.
"Hello, my love," his wonderful British accent informed me.
I ran over and gave him the biggest hug and kiss. My life was now perfect.
~~~Enjoy this chapter? Tell me in an oh so fun review!~~~ Masquerade