Title: Truths
Author: Vona
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, except for Sark's family and Elizabeth. I do wish I owned Sark, though.
Pairing: S/S
Rating: PG
Summary: Sydney and Sark find out what the jewelry box leads to in Mexico City. They get married, but some people crash the wedding, causing Sark to admit the truth to his family. Sydney has to say goodbye to her friends. Last part in the Haven Series
PREVIOUSLY: Sydney, Will, Francie, and Vaughn have been in hiding since Sydney's cover was discovered. Vaughn was captured and Sark helped Sydney get him back, for a Rambaldi jewelry box. Sydney and Sark go to Cairo to get a manual to the box, London to get a key. Sydney finally admits her feelings for Sark and Sark finally tells her the truth about his past. Sydney finds his family for him. They fight afterward because Sydney thinks Sark is lying to her. He comes back three weeks later and proposes.
Truths
Sydney was in khakis and a white t-shirt. Sark wore linen pants and a blue button down shirt. They were in the outskirts of Mexico City. She trudged through the sand. Sark took her hand and led her to the cave. A huge hole with the two symbols, the Rambaldi sign appeared in front of her. "This is it."
"Okay." Sydney replied simply.
"Be careful. When you enter, a boulder will automatically roll in front of the opening. Don't be startled. We can still can get out. It's a scare tactic."
Sydney nodded quietly. They walked in and suddenly it was dark, pitch black. Sark flipped on his flash light.
"Okay. I don't know what is coming up, but watch your step. The traps will be simple, something old school, like ropes and such."
"All right." They tip toed their way inside the depths of the cavern.
The first major trapped came way of loose dirt. They were huddled together, Sydney clutching onto Sark's hand. She was a little frightened, especially since she didn't know what to expect. In general, she was able to hide her fear easily, but with Andrew, sometimes it was a little hard. They were maybe five or six feet down into the cave when she slid down another twenty feet and over an edge. Sark followed her down, gripping her hand, then her arm, stopping her from falling into the huge black hole that lay beneath her. She pulled herself up. Sark wrapped an arm around her tightly. He helped her to feet and they carried on into the cave.
They surveyed the room. It was lighted, with what, Sark wasn't sure. It looked like torches, but they would have burned out long ago. This puzzled him. Sydney tilted her head.
"Has someone else been here?"
"Not since Rambaldi, I think."
Her eyes widened.
"But..."
Sark nodded, understandingly, "I know."
They walked to the center of the room. The fires all around were sparkling and glittering. He glanced all around. But then he saw it. A fuse. He looked down and realized he had stepped on the fuse, moving it to the fire.
"Crap! Sydney! Get out of here!"
He rushed to the wire and tried to stomp the spark out. It was like one of the birthday candles that never blew out. Finally, he tried ripping the cord apart, but to no avail. He flipped his knife out and sliced it in half. He sighed in relief as the spark flickered and disappeared. He turned to see Sydney standing over him.
"I told you to get out of here!"
"I don't like being ordered around."
"Next time I'll ask nicely than."
Sydney rolled her eyes.
"How have those fires stayed lit all this time?"
"Who knows?" They entered the next space.
They glanced around and saw the door. Well, it looked kind of like a door. There was a cut in the rock and a hole lay in the center. It was shaped like the jewelry box. Sark stepped forward and placed the box in the opening. It latched together and the door sprung forward. The shaft was thick black, and water drippings echoed. Sark's flashlight beamed on a large sarcophogus. He tilted his head.
"A body?"
"Maybe he put something in the coffin."
They walked forward and Sark was jerked up. He hung from the ceiling, blood rushing to his brain. Sydney started to giggle.
"Let me down."
She shook her head, grinning impishly.
"Please, Luvie."
"No, I think you should stay there for a while."
She burst into a fit of giggles.
"Sydney, cut me down."'
She ignored him and headed to the casket. "Sydney!"
"Fine. Give me your knife."
"Can't."
He gave this look, even upside down it had the right affect. She stuck her hand in his pocket and pulled it out. She sawed through the ropes. Sark landed on his hands, rolling over.
"Thanks." He grumbled.
They reached the coffin. Sark removed a crowbar from his back pack. He placed it between the cracks and pulled the top off. Sydney and Sark peered over the top. Their mouths dropped open.
"A bomb?"
"Yeah."
"I thought Rambaldi was the peaceful type."
"Maybe he didn't think of the consequences if he made it."
"I'm having flashbacks. Last time I found a bomb in someone's grave, it almost blew up."
They studied the bomb.
"Is it..."
"Nucleur."
They fell quiet.
"What are we going to do with it, Andrew?"
"We have to move it before SD-6 or anyone else tries to take it."
"Move it where?"
Sark shrugged, even though he knew exactly where he would take it.
"Let's get to the entrance first."
He hefted it out of the holding space.
"Grab the other end, Syd."
So she did. They carefully came out of the room. Sark stopped to get the jewelry box. Inside the box lay a note, rolled up. It was on parchment. He placed it in his back pack to read later on. They made their way to the closed entrance of the cave.
He sat the bomb down gently. It hadn't been detonated, but knew he had to be careful all the same. He was worried. There was no apparant way to open the entrance. He didn't want to alarm Sydney, so he cracked a joke. "Open sesame."
She looked up at him.
"We're locked in here." She commented.
"Momentarily."
He ran his hands over the large boulder. He couldn't detect any holes or any cracks. Sydney had started to do the same to the wall. Nothing. Sark tried to pry the boulder away from the door. Sydney added her strength, but it didn't seem to help. Finally, they collapsed next to each other in exhaustion.
"We'll get out of here." Sark said, comfortingly.
"Right."
He wrapped an arm around her and she leaned into him. He kissed her eyelids.
She stared at the ceiling. That's when she noticed it.
"Andrew! Look!" She pointed at the cut that looked just big enough to fit the jewelry box in. He pulled it out. She scaled the wall and then reached out. Sark tossed it up to her. She opened it up and connected it into the hole. Sunlight streamed into the cave as the rock slowly rolled away. Sydney unhooked the box and jumped down. Sark had already slid the bomb towards the car. Sydney rushed outside to help him. Their eyes locked and it seemed like the whole world had fallen away. He lifted the bomb into the trunk and then held the door open for Sydney. It was very gallant. He started the car up and drove away.
Author: Vona
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, except for Sark's family and Elizabeth. I do wish I owned Sark, though.
Pairing: S/S
Rating: PG
Summary: Sydney and Sark find out what the jewelry box leads to in Mexico City. They get married, but some people crash the wedding, causing Sark to admit the truth to his family. Sydney has to say goodbye to her friends. Last part in the Haven Series
PREVIOUSLY: Sydney, Will, Francie, and Vaughn have been in hiding since Sydney's cover was discovered. Vaughn was captured and Sark helped Sydney get him back, for a Rambaldi jewelry box. Sydney and Sark go to Cairo to get a manual to the box, London to get a key. Sydney finally admits her feelings for Sark and Sark finally tells her the truth about his past. Sydney finds his family for him. They fight afterward because Sydney thinks Sark is lying to her. He comes back three weeks later and proposes.
Truths
Sydney was in khakis and a white t-shirt. Sark wore linen pants and a blue button down shirt. They were in the outskirts of Mexico City. She trudged through the sand. Sark took her hand and led her to the cave. A huge hole with the two symbols, the Rambaldi sign appeared in front of her. "This is it."
"Okay." Sydney replied simply.
"Be careful. When you enter, a boulder will automatically roll in front of the opening. Don't be startled. We can still can get out. It's a scare tactic."
Sydney nodded quietly. They walked in and suddenly it was dark, pitch black. Sark flipped on his flash light.
"Okay. I don't know what is coming up, but watch your step. The traps will be simple, something old school, like ropes and such."
"All right." They tip toed their way inside the depths of the cavern.
The first major trapped came way of loose dirt. They were huddled together, Sydney clutching onto Sark's hand. She was a little frightened, especially since she didn't know what to expect. In general, she was able to hide her fear easily, but with Andrew, sometimes it was a little hard. They were maybe five or six feet down into the cave when she slid down another twenty feet and over an edge. Sark followed her down, gripping her hand, then her arm, stopping her from falling into the huge black hole that lay beneath her. She pulled herself up. Sark wrapped an arm around her tightly. He helped her to feet and they carried on into the cave.
They surveyed the room. It was lighted, with what, Sark wasn't sure. It looked like torches, but they would have burned out long ago. This puzzled him. Sydney tilted her head.
"Has someone else been here?"
"Not since Rambaldi, I think."
Her eyes widened.
"But..."
Sark nodded, understandingly, "I know."
They walked to the center of the room. The fires all around were sparkling and glittering. He glanced all around. But then he saw it. A fuse. He looked down and realized he had stepped on the fuse, moving it to the fire.
"Crap! Sydney! Get out of here!"
He rushed to the wire and tried to stomp the spark out. It was like one of the birthday candles that never blew out. Finally, he tried ripping the cord apart, but to no avail. He flipped his knife out and sliced it in half. He sighed in relief as the spark flickered and disappeared. He turned to see Sydney standing over him.
"I told you to get out of here!"
"I don't like being ordered around."
"Next time I'll ask nicely than."
Sydney rolled her eyes.
"How have those fires stayed lit all this time?"
"Who knows?" They entered the next space.
They glanced around and saw the door. Well, it looked kind of like a door. There was a cut in the rock and a hole lay in the center. It was shaped like the jewelry box. Sark stepped forward and placed the box in the opening. It latched together and the door sprung forward. The shaft was thick black, and water drippings echoed. Sark's flashlight beamed on a large sarcophogus. He tilted his head.
"A body?"
"Maybe he put something in the coffin."
They walked forward and Sark was jerked up. He hung from the ceiling, blood rushing to his brain. Sydney started to giggle.
"Let me down."
She shook her head, grinning impishly.
"Please, Luvie."
"No, I think you should stay there for a while."
She burst into a fit of giggles.
"Sydney, cut me down."'
She ignored him and headed to the casket. "Sydney!"
"Fine. Give me your knife."
"Can't."
He gave this look, even upside down it had the right affect. She stuck her hand in his pocket and pulled it out. She sawed through the ropes. Sark landed on his hands, rolling over.
"Thanks." He grumbled.
They reached the coffin. Sark removed a crowbar from his back pack. He placed it between the cracks and pulled the top off. Sydney and Sark peered over the top. Their mouths dropped open.
"A bomb?"
"Yeah."
"I thought Rambaldi was the peaceful type."
"Maybe he didn't think of the consequences if he made it."
"I'm having flashbacks. Last time I found a bomb in someone's grave, it almost blew up."
They studied the bomb.
"Is it..."
"Nucleur."
They fell quiet.
"What are we going to do with it, Andrew?"
"We have to move it before SD-6 or anyone else tries to take it."
"Move it where?"
Sark shrugged, even though he knew exactly where he would take it.
"Let's get to the entrance first."
He hefted it out of the holding space.
"Grab the other end, Syd."
So she did. They carefully came out of the room. Sark stopped to get the jewelry box. Inside the box lay a note, rolled up. It was on parchment. He placed it in his back pack to read later on. They made their way to the closed entrance of the cave.
He sat the bomb down gently. It hadn't been detonated, but knew he had to be careful all the same. He was worried. There was no apparant way to open the entrance. He didn't want to alarm Sydney, so he cracked a joke. "Open sesame."
She looked up at him.
"We're locked in here." She commented.
"Momentarily."
He ran his hands over the large boulder. He couldn't detect any holes or any cracks. Sydney had started to do the same to the wall. Nothing. Sark tried to pry the boulder away from the door. Sydney added her strength, but it didn't seem to help. Finally, they collapsed next to each other in exhaustion.
"We'll get out of here." Sark said, comfortingly.
"Right."
He wrapped an arm around her and she leaned into him. He kissed her eyelids.
She stared at the ceiling. That's when she noticed it.
"Andrew! Look!" She pointed at the cut that looked just big enough to fit the jewelry box in. He pulled it out. She scaled the wall and then reached out. Sark tossed it up to her. She opened it up and connected it into the hole. Sunlight streamed into the cave as the rock slowly rolled away. Sydney unhooked the box and jumped down. Sark had already slid the bomb towards the car. Sydney rushed outside to help him. Their eyes locked and it seemed like the whole world had fallen away. He lifted the bomb into the trunk and then held the door open for Sydney. It was very gallant. He started the car up and drove away.