Author's Notes: Once again, props to all my fantastic reviewers. Also a
shout out to all the writers who are starting to write more and more
Syd/Sark fics! Always a great pleasure to read them all. I hope you enjoy
this chapter and please feel free to review, it would be better than a
Christmas present. Hopefully over the Christmas break I will be able to
update frequently!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams and his crew do!
**Sydney POV**
A Year Later.
"My love, it's been a long three days without you," he tells me and sweeps me up into his arms in a loving embrace. It had been a year since we had made the commitment to each other to secretly see each other until we could meet alone away from the spy life. We both continued our careers on separately and hardly anyone had noticed anything.
We met secretly in northern California at a beach house we specifically bought for that purpose. I would tell Francie and Will I had bought the place to get away for the weekends and no one had really questioned me. We were extremely careful and no one had expected anything, to our knowledge. I never knew that having the true love of my life would mean secretly meeting him on weekends.
"How was your week?" I ask him.
"Good as usual, and yours, my darling?" he replies and we walk hand in hand into the living room to sit on our favorite couch.
"The usual, I didn't have to go anywhere," I say with a smile.
"I know, this past month has been relatively quiet in the international espionage world, hasn't it?" he ponders.
"I wish it would stay like that," I tell him.
We cuddle up together on the couch and he starts running his hand through my hair. So peaceful.
"I'm afraid it may be picking up in the near future," he says.
"What do you mean, dear?" I ask.
"I'm going to do it, rather, my team is going to do it," he informs it.
"Take down SD-6? Seriously? You've been saying that for a year," I tell him.
"I know, love. This time, I mean it, and when I mean it, I really want to do this. That way you and me can go off to an island of our own and live there and get old together and have adorable children that will never be introduced into this crazy life we lead," he says dreamily.
I start to tear up, "You really think about all that stuff?"
"Everyday."
I lean in and kiss him before pulling away and saying, "I knew I loved you for a reason."
"Of course," he smiles back.
"What are we going to do tonight?" I ask.
"I was thinking dinner on the beach, if that is okay with you," he says.
"Perfect."
"Good, I'll get it set up and how about you go make yourself even more beautiful than you are," he tells me.
I give him one kiss and stand up, "I have the perfect thing, too."
"Then I can't wait, then."
I head into my bathroom and open up my bag I brought for the weekend. I was shopping this week with Francie and found the cutest pink dress that I loved, and knew my Andrew would too. I got it out of my bag and laid it out to admire. It wasn't too long, or too short, for that matter, but right below my knees.
I headed into the shower. It felt pretty good. Being at this house was always refreshing because it helped me to feel like a normal person. I could leave all my problems and spy life at home and come here and relax. We made it customary to only talk work as soon as we got there to get it off our chest, but after that, no work. It was only us.
He had stuck up to his end of the deal, several months ago. He told me when my mother would be at an airport in Greece and I had a CIA team go in there and capture her. They didn't ask me how I knew, even though my father and Vaughn were both very skeptical.
Vaughn, yes, Vaughn. Ever since Sark and I have been together, we've had a strained relationship. He's not the one I can tell everything to anymore and it's become hard. He obviously knows something is going on, because I have that special glow about me when I am happy, especially when I return home from a good weekend. He's never really asked me about it, which is a good thing I suppose.
I take time to think about everything as I dry off from my shower. Then there's my mother. I've only talked to her once since the CIA re- captured her, and needless to say, all I had to say was leave me alone. I didn't want her saying anything, because the CIA could guess about our relationship if she said too much.
I put the dress on and gently dry my hair. I take the hair dryer and blow it dry softly, letting it gently rest on my shoulders naturally. One time, Andrew told me that he loved my hair naturally down and ever since I've worn it like that. I add a little bit of makeup to my face, a smudge of lip gloss and face powder. Enough to hardly be noticed.
I come out of my bathroom and place the bag on the floor and head down the spiral staircase.
"Honey?" I call. I look around and see no one, so I peak out the window and see him returning to the house from the beach. I head over to the door.
He opens the door and his eyes do a once over. He stares at me and says, "I'm never going to get bored at looking at your sheer beauty."
I walk up to him and kiss him deeply and pull away and say, "I love you Andrew."
"Sydney, I love you more than anything."
"Are we ready?" I ask.
"Of course, my lady," he says and locks our hands elbow to elbow and walks me down to the beach to the little hut with a table and two chairs set up. Two candles lit the center of the table and it was decorated with a pink rose.
He pulls out my chair for me and I reply, "Thank you, dear."
He places two plates of food on our table and I admire the care he put into them. He actually was a pretty good cook if you didn't have his cook around to do it for him. I told him that he was only allowed to have one guard at the front door of our house and otherwise, it was up to us to protect ourselves. He always kept a gun on himself, even though he would never admit it, but I think it was rather to protect me. I think protecting me was what he liked doing best.
We finished quickly and he took my hand and gently led me to the beach. Out of nowhere, slow music began to play and we began to slowly dance. Dancing was one of our favorite pastimes and we did it all the time. We slowly swayed together with the music and our bodies stayed connected as I leaned in onto his shoulder.
He whispered to me, "I love you, my lovely Sydney."
I kissed him gently on the neck several times and pulled my head up and started kissing him on the lips and we continued until I heard something in the trees on our property.
"What was that?" I ask to him quietly.
"It's nothing, love, probably a squirrel or something," he replies smoothly. I sense him tense up, so it is my assumption he also was scared.
We didn't even know what hit us until the four pairs of eyes glared us down with guns in hand.
"Put your hands up," one of the men said. Not just any man, this had to be Vaughn.
~~A Cliffhanger! Ahh! Review and I write faster! Thanks again for reading~~Masquerade
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams and his crew do!
**Sydney POV**
A Year Later.
"My love, it's been a long three days without you," he tells me and sweeps me up into his arms in a loving embrace. It had been a year since we had made the commitment to each other to secretly see each other until we could meet alone away from the spy life. We both continued our careers on separately and hardly anyone had noticed anything.
We met secretly in northern California at a beach house we specifically bought for that purpose. I would tell Francie and Will I had bought the place to get away for the weekends and no one had really questioned me. We were extremely careful and no one had expected anything, to our knowledge. I never knew that having the true love of my life would mean secretly meeting him on weekends.
"How was your week?" I ask him.
"Good as usual, and yours, my darling?" he replies and we walk hand in hand into the living room to sit on our favorite couch.
"The usual, I didn't have to go anywhere," I say with a smile.
"I know, this past month has been relatively quiet in the international espionage world, hasn't it?" he ponders.
"I wish it would stay like that," I tell him.
We cuddle up together on the couch and he starts running his hand through my hair. So peaceful.
"I'm afraid it may be picking up in the near future," he says.
"What do you mean, dear?" I ask.
"I'm going to do it, rather, my team is going to do it," he informs it.
"Take down SD-6? Seriously? You've been saying that for a year," I tell him.
"I know, love. This time, I mean it, and when I mean it, I really want to do this. That way you and me can go off to an island of our own and live there and get old together and have adorable children that will never be introduced into this crazy life we lead," he says dreamily.
I start to tear up, "You really think about all that stuff?"
"Everyday."
I lean in and kiss him before pulling away and saying, "I knew I loved you for a reason."
"Of course," he smiles back.
"What are we going to do tonight?" I ask.
"I was thinking dinner on the beach, if that is okay with you," he says.
"Perfect."
"Good, I'll get it set up and how about you go make yourself even more beautiful than you are," he tells me.
I give him one kiss and stand up, "I have the perfect thing, too."
"Then I can't wait, then."
I head into my bathroom and open up my bag I brought for the weekend. I was shopping this week with Francie and found the cutest pink dress that I loved, and knew my Andrew would too. I got it out of my bag and laid it out to admire. It wasn't too long, or too short, for that matter, but right below my knees.
I headed into the shower. It felt pretty good. Being at this house was always refreshing because it helped me to feel like a normal person. I could leave all my problems and spy life at home and come here and relax. We made it customary to only talk work as soon as we got there to get it off our chest, but after that, no work. It was only us.
He had stuck up to his end of the deal, several months ago. He told me when my mother would be at an airport in Greece and I had a CIA team go in there and capture her. They didn't ask me how I knew, even though my father and Vaughn were both very skeptical.
Vaughn, yes, Vaughn. Ever since Sark and I have been together, we've had a strained relationship. He's not the one I can tell everything to anymore and it's become hard. He obviously knows something is going on, because I have that special glow about me when I am happy, especially when I return home from a good weekend. He's never really asked me about it, which is a good thing I suppose.
I take time to think about everything as I dry off from my shower. Then there's my mother. I've only talked to her once since the CIA re- captured her, and needless to say, all I had to say was leave me alone. I didn't want her saying anything, because the CIA could guess about our relationship if she said too much.
I put the dress on and gently dry my hair. I take the hair dryer and blow it dry softly, letting it gently rest on my shoulders naturally. One time, Andrew told me that he loved my hair naturally down and ever since I've worn it like that. I add a little bit of makeup to my face, a smudge of lip gloss and face powder. Enough to hardly be noticed.
I come out of my bathroom and place the bag on the floor and head down the spiral staircase.
"Honey?" I call. I look around and see no one, so I peak out the window and see him returning to the house from the beach. I head over to the door.
He opens the door and his eyes do a once over. He stares at me and says, "I'm never going to get bored at looking at your sheer beauty."
I walk up to him and kiss him deeply and pull away and say, "I love you Andrew."
"Sydney, I love you more than anything."
"Are we ready?" I ask.
"Of course, my lady," he says and locks our hands elbow to elbow and walks me down to the beach to the little hut with a table and two chairs set up. Two candles lit the center of the table and it was decorated with a pink rose.
He pulls out my chair for me and I reply, "Thank you, dear."
He places two plates of food on our table and I admire the care he put into them. He actually was a pretty good cook if you didn't have his cook around to do it for him. I told him that he was only allowed to have one guard at the front door of our house and otherwise, it was up to us to protect ourselves. He always kept a gun on himself, even though he would never admit it, but I think it was rather to protect me. I think protecting me was what he liked doing best.
We finished quickly and he took my hand and gently led me to the beach. Out of nowhere, slow music began to play and we began to slowly dance. Dancing was one of our favorite pastimes and we did it all the time. We slowly swayed together with the music and our bodies stayed connected as I leaned in onto his shoulder.
He whispered to me, "I love you, my lovely Sydney."
I kissed him gently on the neck several times and pulled my head up and started kissing him on the lips and we continued until I heard something in the trees on our property.
"What was that?" I ask to him quietly.
"It's nothing, love, probably a squirrel or something," he replies smoothly. I sense him tense up, so it is my assumption he also was scared.
We didn't even know what hit us until the four pairs of eyes glared us down with guns in hand.
"Put your hands up," one of the men said. Not just any man, this had to be Vaughn.
~~A Cliffhanger! Ahh! Review and I write faster! Thanks again for reading~~Masquerade