Disclaimer first chapter.
Chapter Two
Jack was on his way for a meeting with Devlin when he was cut off. He swerved onto an abandoned road and he saw the car following him. He sped up, but the car seemed unable to move any faster. Suddenly his car stopped. He saw the car behind him park and a blond man stepped out. On the other side, a red head who he deduced was Sydney came towards him. Sydney was yelling at Sark for cutting him off and asking questions like, how did the car stop and such.
He smiled. "Sydney."
"Daddy."
"What brings you here?"
"I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"I'm getting married."
"To?"
"Him."
She nodded to Sark.
Jack fell eerily silent. He just glared at Sark. Jack turned on his heel and opened the hood. "Dad?"
He still wouldn't say anything. He searched the car, but couldn't find anything wrong yet. Sark sighed.
"Dad. Say something."
"What do you want me to say? Congratulations for marrying a murderer. I thought you knew better than this."
"What? Knew better than to fall in love?"
"To fall for the enemy. He's most likely just using you."
"I am not, Mr. Bristow."
Sydney placed her hand on Sark's chest. He had an angry look on his face.
"I want you to come to the wedding."
"Yeah, right."
"Please, Dad. I need you there."
"I will not be there to watch you throw your life away to a man who will hurt you."
"Like you are doing now."
Jack faltered for a moment. "I'm trying to protect you."
"I don't need protecting, I just need you."
Jack popped the trunk. Sark shook his head.
"I'd check your gas tank." He stated smugly as he handed him a container of gasoline. Sydney had tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Sark brushed her hair back and led to the car. After she got in, Sark called. "I hope you're happy, Mr. Bristow."
He slammed the car door and sped away. He hated what this was doing to Sydney.
"You okay, Luv?" Sark finally asked after many moments of quiet.
"Of course, I am. I knew he wouldn't come."
"I am sorry."
He reached across the seat and wiped the tears away from her face. "Don't cry. It's letting him win."
She nodded, still silent.
"Hey, you're fine. We're all here. Francie, Will, Vaughn will all help you."
Sydney sighed. Wanting desperately to change the subject, she asked, "What did you do with the bomb?"
"I put it some place safe."
"Where?"
"I dropped it off at the CIA, but I kept the note. I'm translating it now."
"Good."
"I'll let you know what it says when I find out."
"Okay."
She closed her eyes. "Wait. You gave the bomb to the CIA?"
"I didn't need it."
"You're a good guy!"
"I am not."
"Yes. You, Andrew Canton, are soft."
He sped up. "Am I?"
"Mhm."
"Just as long as no one else knows."
"They don't know who left the bomb?"
"Anonymous source."
She leaned across the arm rest and kissed his cheek quickly.
"You're amazing."
"I know. And by the way, I just gave the CIA this. I'm still neutral."
"Uh huh."
"I didn't need the bomb."
"Uh huh."
"I'm serious."
"Uh huh."
She started to giggle, feeling a little bit better. He smiled at her, briefly, glad to see her smile again.
Sydney settled into Sark's arms on the way to London. Vaughn and Will sat in the back of the plane and Francie was in the front, talking to the pilot. It was Sark's private plane, of course. "Did you find out what the note said?"
"Actually, yes. It said something like, 'I know not what I have done. This machine will bring harm to many, so I have hidden it away. I do not want destruction of this world, no matter what the cause. I will not let anyone use this. In the future, two will come, a male and female, whose love is unwavering, despite many tribulations. Their connection is on that is unique, one who is pure at heart, one who is not, but together much will be done. They will bring good to the world, perhaps save it from the woman whose anger will flare like a flame.'"
"Us?"
"I guess so."
"We'll save the world from my mother."
"Apparantly." She smiled.
"It's almost a sweet note."
"I think it is absolutely fascinating."
"I still think it is a little creepy. That someone prophecied all this."
"Too bad he didn't mention our strong and wonderful marriage."
"In two days, I will be Mrs. Canton."
"That you will. Have you thought of where you want to live?"
"I think I'll take you up on that beachfront property."
"All right. It is a beautiful house. You'll only add to the prospect of staying home."
"I hope you will be staying home more often."
"And I hope you will help me more often."
"If you keep sending the artifacts to the CIA, I will."
He leaned his head on hers. He closed his eyes, concentrating. "What are you doing?"
"I'm meditating. It takes place of sleep often. I'm not exactly in the gear to sleep. I'm getting married in two days, did you know?"
She giggled and stared at her friends.
"It's going to be hard to say goodbye to them."
He nodded. "I wish I could help you."
She shrugged and closed her eyes.
"So, teach me this meditative thing."
He took her hands. "Okay. First..."
Chapter Two
Jack was on his way for a meeting with Devlin when he was cut off. He swerved onto an abandoned road and he saw the car following him. He sped up, but the car seemed unable to move any faster. Suddenly his car stopped. He saw the car behind him park and a blond man stepped out. On the other side, a red head who he deduced was Sydney came towards him. Sydney was yelling at Sark for cutting him off and asking questions like, how did the car stop and such.
He smiled. "Sydney."
"Daddy."
"What brings you here?"
"I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"I'm getting married."
"To?"
"Him."
She nodded to Sark.
Jack fell eerily silent. He just glared at Sark. Jack turned on his heel and opened the hood. "Dad?"
He still wouldn't say anything. He searched the car, but couldn't find anything wrong yet. Sark sighed.
"Dad. Say something."
"What do you want me to say? Congratulations for marrying a murderer. I thought you knew better than this."
"What? Knew better than to fall in love?"
"To fall for the enemy. He's most likely just using you."
"I am not, Mr. Bristow."
Sydney placed her hand on Sark's chest. He had an angry look on his face.
"I want you to come to the wedding."
"Yeah, right."
"Please, Dad. I need you there."
"I will not be there to watch you throw your life away to a man who will hurt you."
"Like you are doing now."
Jack faltered for a moment. "I'm trying to protect you."
"I don't need protecting, I just need you."
Jack popped the trunk. Sark shook his head.
"I'd check your gas tank." He stated smugly as he handed him a container of gasoline. Sydney had tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Sark brushed her hair back and led to the car. After she got in, Sark called. "I hope you're happy, Mr. Bristow."
He slammed the car door and sped away. He hated what this was doing to Sydney.
"You okay, Luv?" Sark finally asked after many moments of quiet.
"Of course, I am. I knew he wouldn't come."
"I am sorry."
He reached across the seat and wiped the tears away from her face. "Don't cry. It's letting him win."
She nodded, still silent.
"Hey, you're fine. We're all here. Francie, Will, Vaughn will all help you."
Sydney sighed. Wanting desperately to change the subject, she asked, "What did you do with the bomb?"
"I put it some place safe."
"Where?"
"I dropped it off at the CIA, but I kept the note. I'm translating it now."
"Good."
"I'll let you know what it says when I find out."
"Okay."
She closed her eyes. "Wait. You gave the bomb to the CIA?"
"I didn't need it."
"You're a good guy!"
"I am not."
"Yes. You, Andrew Canton, are soft."
He sped up. "Am I?"
"Mhm."
"Just as long as no one else knows."
"They don't know who left the bomb?"
"Anonymous source."
She leaned across the arm rest and kissed his cheek quickly.
"You're amazing."
"I know. And by the way, I just gave the CIA this. I'm still neutral."
"Uh huh."
"I didn't need the bomb."
"Uh huh."
"I'm serious."
"Uh huh."
She started to giggle, feeling a little bit better. He smiled at her, briefly, glad to see her smile again.
Sydney settled into Sark's arms on the way to London. Vaughn and Will sat in the back of the plane and Francie was in the front, talking to the pilot. It was Sark's private plane, of course. "Did you find out what the note said?"
"Actually, yes. It said something like, 'I know not what I have done. This machine will bring harm to many, so I have hidden it away. I do not want destruction of this world, no matter what the cause. I will not let anyone use this. In the future, two will come, a male and female, whose love is unwavering, despite many tribulations. Their connection is on that is unique, one who is pure at heart, one who is not, but together much will be done. They will bring good to the world, perhaps save it from the woman whose anger will flare like a flame.'"
"Us?"
"I guess so."
"We'll save the world from my mother."
"Apparantly." She smiled.
"It's almost a sweet note."
"I think it is absolutely fascinating."
"I still think it is a little creepy. That someone prophecied all this."
"Too bad he didn't mention our strong and wonderful marriage."
"In two days, I will be Mrs. Canton."
"That you will. Have you thought of where you want to live?"
"I think I'll take you up on that beachfront property."
"All right. It is a beautiful house. You'll only add to the prospect of staying home."
"I hope you will be staying home more often."
"And I hope you will help me more often."
"If you keep sending the artifacts to the CIA, I will."
He leaned his head on hers. He closed his eyes, concentrating. "What are you doing?"
"I'm meditating. It takes place of sleep often. I'm not exactly in the gear to sleep. I'm getting married in two days, did you know?"
She giggled and stared at her friends.
"It's going to be hard to say goodbye to them."
He nodded. "I wish I could help you."
She shrugged and closed her eyes.
"So, teach me this meditative thing."
He took her hands. "Okay. First..."