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a happy holiday as well! I'm afraid to say I'm coming to an end with this
story and it should be wrapped up in two chapters or so. I'm thinking about
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Disclaimer: Alias is not owned by me, but by the great men at ABC, most specifically J.J. Abrams!
**Sydney POV**
I glanced over at Andrew and we both stand back from each other and I give him a quick hand squeeze before we are parted. I noticed he went for his gun, but decided against it, most likely since we were out numbered. We turn and look at the men and I have to look down because I couldn't stand to look up at Vaughn, yet.
I scanned the men, Vaughn and my father were standing right in front of us and then two other men flanked them on each side.
"What a lovely surprise, Mr. Bristow, Mr. Vaughn," Andrew tells them. I found it best to keep my mouth shut, right now.
"And you as well, Sark," my father replies.
I couldn't stand it any more, "I think you guys have it all wrong here."
"Oh really, Sydney? Care to share how we have it all wrong?" Vaughn replies. I feel like I'm betraying them, but I wasn't.
"How about we continue this in the house?" Sark asks.
Why did he do that? I wasn't too sure, but he had something up his sleeve.
"I suppose, but you better not be trying anything," Vaughn says.
My father and one of the other agents lead us in and Vaughn and the other agent follow us behind. I grasp Sark's hand on the way in and we make it into the living room and they usher us to sit on our couch.
I sit down and Andrew sits closely to me and the men stay standing. I glance over at Andrew for support, but all he can give me is a comforting squeeze and a smile.
"Now, where were we Sydney? You were going to enlighten us on this arraignment, I believe?" my father asks in his harsh tone.
"Mr. Bristow, you of all people should know that your daughter would never betray your beloved country," Sark tells them. It was true, but how could I convince them of it?
"Now, is that true Mr. Sark? Are you implying that I don't know my daughter?" my father snaps back at him.
"Yes, you obviously don't if you can't realize that what Sydney and I have is just a romantic relationship, not one built on trading secrets," Sark replies. I was really impressed at his answers. They were good.
"Now really? What do you have to say Sydney? Is what Sark says true?" Vaughn asks me.
"You haven't noticed it? Francie actually had, once. She asked me, Sydney, why are you so happy now? Are you seeing someone? Of course I said no, but my life had new meaning. I wanted to do well in my missions knowing that I could come home to Andrew for the weekends and be able to get away from the crazy life that I have. You obviously haven't noticed," I say and turn away from them both.
"And you're trying to tell me in all of this, you did not share information on your missions with Sark here?" Vaughn asks.
"Not really. We go over how our weeks have been, just asking if we had a good or bad one, any new bruises, where we went, etc. It's not like I was sharing national secrets with the man. If he really wanted to find out anything, I think he perfectly could," I reply. In all of this, it occurs to me that my stomach had started to become unsettled. Perfect timing, wasn't it?
"When did this all start?" Vaughn asks. I had a feeling my father already knew the answer to that question.
"Last year," Andrew replies.
"A year?!?" Vaughn exclaims.
"It really started the day of my return from being held hostage, wouldn't it have?" I ask Andrew.
"Indeed," he adds.
At that moment, it appears to me that I probably was going to vomit. I make a dash for the bathroom and one of the men follow behind me. I barely make it there, but the toilet had become my new best friend.
"Are you okay, Sydney?" Vaughn asks.
I look up at him not too pleased, "Will, please, let Andrew come here?"
He sighs, but obviously gives in because sure enough, he's there in a few seconds, rubbing my back.
"Are you okay, darling?" he asks.
He hands me a towel and we are both sitting on the floor, me next to the toilet, and Andrew by the door. An agent stood outside while we were there.
"Doesn't look like it? Does it?" I reply.
"There's the girl I know and love," he says.
"I got sick the other day, but I just thought it was the flu or something, I didn't really think much of it," I tell him. It was true.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asks.
"It couldn't be, but I'll go to the doctor's," I tell him.
"Good, now here's a glass of water," he says as he hands me a glass from the sink. I swish it around in my mouth and spit it out into the toilet. I could never imagine having a child, but actually, it sounded, almost perfect now.
I leaned it to him and he kissed me on the forehead and rubbed my back. It almost was if there was no one out there to remind us of the rest of our lives, but reality bites.
He whispers in my ear, "It's all going down this week, and then we'll share a normal life together."
Of course, this makes me smile and I turn up to face him. He kissed me on the cheek and helped me get up. I took the time to brush my teeth and then afterwards, gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Excuse me?" Vaughn said interrupting us.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Vaughn," Andrew says.
"We'd like to continue, of course, if you're feeling better Sydney," he tells us.
"I'm fine," I reply.
We walk back into the living room and sit back in our lovely positions on the couch, this time with a glass of water in hand.
"So, where were we?" my father says.
"We were discussing when our relationship began," Sark tells them.
"That's right, and how long have you two been frequenting this house on the weekends?" Vaughn asks.
"For about six months," I reply.
"Wait a second," my father says. I think he might be figuring out that Sark isn't all that bad after all.
"How did you exactly know about Irina's whereabouts?" he then asks.
"I think we all know the answer to that question," I reply.
"I despised Irina, contrary probably to your beliefs, and guaranteed Sydney that I could give her back to the CIA, and delivered, of course," Sark tells them.
"You've actually helped the CIA?" Vaughn says.
"You might think I'm working for a bad cause, but all my work is for the greater good, to help find out what Rambaldi was doing," he tells them.
I look over at him and smile. He smiles back and realizes we are good to go.
"And if you wait a week, I think you'll be thanking me," he informs them. I don't think that's the smartest thing to be saying, but if he wants to tell him his plans, that's his choice.
"Oh really, Sark. Would you care to enlighten us?" my father asks.
"Not today, but call me later and I'll think about it," he remarks back.
"It's getting awful late, so unless you actually have cause for your staying here, could you please leave?" I say.
"I'm still not sure about you two, but we'll give you a week, and if you do anything we don't like, you'll regret it," my father says. Mostly, I believe, he's directing that at Andrew, but it partially includes me.
"Mr. Bristow, at the week's end, I believe that we'll be friends, not enemies," Sark tells him.
The start filing out the door and I stand up and Andrew joins me. I lean in and hug him and plant kisses on his cheek.
He leans in and whispers, "That was almost tragic."
I pull away and reply, "I know."
He takes my hand and we both head up the stairs and watch as the men pile into their cars and drive off. We enter our bedroom and both have to relax, so we do our favorite thing.
"Hot tub?" I ask him.
"Perfect idea, love," he replies.
The best part of the whole house was the hot tub we had installed in our balcony of our bedroom. We had spent many nights in it, and it was well worth it.
We both changed and headed into the hot tub. We enjoyed the silence for a moment before our conversation began.
"I want this week to be over," I tell him.
"I believe I do more than you," he replies.
"That no fair," I say and kiss him on the cheek.
"After it's all over, we can move to some where exotic," he tells me.
"Oh really? How about New Zealand?" I ask him.
"That might actually work," he says.
"Or Tahiti," I add.
"But before we would do that, would we have to get married my love?" he asks.
I stop a second and wonder if that's a proposal? He turns behind him and gets something. He turns around and low and behold, there lay a beautiful, opal ring. He knew it was my favorite stone and I once told him I could never do diamonds.
"Sydney, my love, would you do the honor in sharing your magnificent life with mine in marriage?" he asks very romantically.
I lean over and kiss him, "Yes, of course I will." We kiss again. It's wonderful. What will my dad say now?
"I was meaning to do it earlier, but we had some unexpected guests," he adds.
"Nah, didn't mind them at all," I smile back at him.
This week had to go well, hopefully with the destruction of SD-6 and Sark proving he isn't all that bad, we'll get out of this life and move away where no one can find us. And I would begin a whole new life with the man I love.
~~ 'Tis the season to review! Thanks for reading ~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: Alias is not owned by me, but by the great men at ABC, most specifically J.J. Abrams!
**Sydney POV**
I glanced over at Andrew and we both stand back from each other and I give him a quick hand squeeze before we are parted. I noticed he went for his gun, but decided against it, most likely since we were out numbered. We turn and look at the men and I have to look down because I couldn't stand to look up at Vaughn, yet.
I scanned the men, Vaughn and my father were standing right in front of us and then two other men flanked them on each side.
"What a lovely surprise, Mr. Bristow, Mr. Vaughn," Andrew tells them. I found it best to keep my mouth shut, right now.
"And you as well, Sark," my father replies.
I couldn't stand it any more, "I think you guys have it all wrong here."
"Oh really, Sydney? Care to share how we have it all wrong?" Vaughn replies. I feel like I'm betraying them, but I wasn't.
"How about we continue this in the house?" Sark asks.
Why did he do that? I wasn't too sure, but he had something up his sleeve.
"I suppose, but you better not be trying anything," Vaughn says.
My father and one of the other agents lead us in and Vaughn and the other agent follow us behind. I grasp Sark's hand on the way in and we make it into the living room and they usher us to sit on our couch.
I sit down and Andrew sits closely to me and the men stay standing. I glance over at Andrew for support, but all he can give me is a comforting squeeze and a smile.
"Now, where were we Sydney? You were going to enlighten us on this arraignment, I believe?" my father asks in his harsh tone.
"Mr. Bristow, you of all people should know that your daughter would never betray your beloved country," Sark tells them. It was true, but how could I convince them of it?
"Now, is that true Mr. Sark? Are you implying that I don't know my daughter?" my father snaps back at him.
"Yes, you obviously don't if you can't realize that what Sydney and I have is just a romantic relationship, not one built on trading secrets," Sark replies. I was really impressed at his answers. They were good.
"Now really? What do you have to say Sydney? Is what Sark says true?" Vaughn asks me.
"You haven't noticed it? Francie actually had, once. She asked me, Sydney, why are you so happy now? Are you seeing someone? Of course I said no, but my life had new meaning. I wanted to do well in my missions knowing that I could come home to Andrew for the weekends and be able to get away from the crazy life that I have. You obviously haven't noticed," I say and turn away from them both.
"And you're trying to tell me in all of this, you did not share information on your missions with Sark here?" Vaughn asks.
"Not really. We go over how our weeks have been, just asking if we had a good or bad one, any new bruises, where we went, etc. It's not like I was sharing national secrets with the man. If he really wanted to find out anything, I think he perfectly could," I reply. In all of this, it occurs to me that my stomach had started to become unsettled. Perfect timing, wasn't it?
"When did this all start?" Vaughn asks. I had a feeling my father already knew the answer to that question.
"Last year," Andrew replies.
"A year?!?" Vaughn exclaims.
"It really started the day of my return from being held hostage, wouldn't it have?" I ask Andrew.
"Indeed," he adds.
At that moment, it appears to me that I probably was going to vomit. I make a dash for the bathroom and one of the men follow behind me. I barely make it there, but the toilet had become my new best friend.
"Are you okay, Sydney?" Vaughn asks.
I look up at him not too pleased, "Will, please, let Andrew come here?"
He sighs, but obviously gives in because sure enough, he's there in a few seconds, rubbing my back.
"Are you okay, darling?" he asks.
He hands me a towel and we are both sitting on the floor, me next to the toilet, and Andrew by the door. An agent stood outside while we were there.
"Doesn't look like it? Does it?" I reply.
"There's the girl I know and love," he says.
"I got sick the other day, but I just thought it was the flu or something, I didn't really think much of it," I tell him. It was true.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asks.
"It couldn't be, but I'll go to the doctor's," I tell him.
"Good, now here's a glass of water," he says as he hands me a glass from the sink. I swish it around in my mouth and spit it out into the toilet. I could never imagine having a child, but actually, it sounded, almost perfect now.
I leaned it to him and he kissed me on the forehead and rubbed my back. It almost was if there was no one out there to remind us of the rest of our lives, but reality bites.
He whispers in my ear, "It's all going down this week, and then we'll share a normal life together."
Of course, this makes me smile and I turn up to face him. He kissed me on the cheek and helped me get up. I took the time to brush my teeth and then afterwards, gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Excuse me?" Vaughn said interrupting us.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Vaughn," Andrew says.
"We'd like to continue, of course, if you're feeling better Sydney," he tells us.
"I'm fine," I reply.
We walk back into the living room and sit back in our lovely positions on the couch, this time with a glass of water in hand.
"So, where were we?" my father says.
"We were discussing when our relationship began," Sark tells them.
"That's right, and how long have you two been frequenting this house on the weekends?" Vaughn asks.
"For about six months," I reply.
"Wait a second," my father says. I think he might be figuring out that Sark isn't all that bad after all.
"How did you exactly know about Irina's whereabouts?" he then asks.
"I think we all know the answer to that question," I reply.
"I despised Irina, contrary probably to your beliefs, and guaranteed Sydney that I could give her back to the CIA, and delivered, of course," Sark tells them.
"You've actually helped the CIA?" Vaughn says.
"You might think I'm working for a bad cause, but all my work is for the greater good, to help find out what Rambaldi was doing," he tells them.
I look over at him and smile. He smiles back and realizes we are good to go.
"And if you wait a week, I think you'll be thanking me," he informs them. I don't think that's the smartest thing to be saying, but if he wants to tell him his plans, that's his choice.
"Oh really, Sark. Would you care to enlighten us?" my father asks.
"Not today, but call me later and I'll think about it," he remarks back.
"It's getting awful late, so unless you actually have cause for your staying here, could you please leave?" I say.
"I'm still not sure about you two, but we'll give you a week, and if you do anything we don't like, you'll regret it," my father says. Mostly, I believe, he's directing that at Andrew, but it partially includes me.
"Mr. Bristow, at the week's end, I believe that we'll be friends, not enemies," Sark tells him.
The start filing out the door and I stand up and Andrew joins me. I lean in and hug him and plant kisses on his cheek.
He leans in and whispers, "That was almost tragic."
I pull away and reply, "I know."
He takes my hand and we both head up the stairs and watch as the men pile into their cars and drive off. We enter our bedroom and both have to relax, so we do our favorite thing.
"Hot tub?" I ask him.
"Perfect idea, love," he replies.
The best part of the whole house was the hot tub we had installed in our balcony of our bedroom. We had spent many nights in it, and it was well worth it.
We both changed and headed into the hot tub. We enjoyed the silence for a moment before our conversation began.
"I want this week to be over," I tell him.
"I believe I do more than you," he replies.
"That no fair," I say and kiss him on the cheek.
"After it's all over, we can move to some where exotic," he tells me.
"Oh really? How about New Zealand?" I ask him.
"That might actually work," he says.
"Or Tahiti," I add.
"But before we would do that, would we have to get married my love?" he asks.
I stop a second and wonder if that's a proposal? He turns behind him and gets something. He turns around and low and behold, there lay a beautiful, opal ring. He knew it was my favorite stone and I once told him I could never do diamonds.
"Sydney, my love, would you do the honor in sharing your magnificent life with mine in marriage?" he asks very romantically.
I lean over and kiss him, "Yes, of course I will." We kiss again. It's wonderful. What will my dad say now?
"I was meaning to do it earlier, but we had some unexpected guests," he adds.
"Nah, didn't mind them at all," I smile back at him.
This week had to go well, hopefully with the destruction of SD-6 and Sark proving he isn't all that bad, we'll get out of this life and move away where no one can find us. And I would begin a whole new life with the man I love.
~~ 'Tis the season to review! Thanks for reading ~~ Masquerade