Disclaimer First Chapter.
Chapter Three
Sydney twirled in front of the mirror. She had on her dress and Francie was sitting on the bed. Sark had hired a hair stylist to do the ladies hair. Sydney had opted for a simple French twist with baby's breath in her hair. Her dress was off the shoulders, with a silk skirt flowing to her toes. Diamonds appeared occasionally on the bodice. Francie held her place the diamond tiara on her head. She had chosen the tiara as opposed to a veil. It seemed more appropriate, princess like. She sparkled in every way. She attached tiny tear drop diamond earrings and carefully applied her make up. A knock on the door jolted her out of her wedding reverie. Blythe, Charity, and Katherine entered, carrying a small box.
"This was my mother's. Blythe wore it at her wedding and I did at mine. I thought maybe..."
Sydney gasped. "It's amazing. I'd be honored." The necklace was pearls and diamonds alternately on a silver chain. "I'd love to wear it."
As soon as the necklace was on, it completed the gown. "Thank you."
"Are you ready to marry my son?"
"I am." The ladies went into the hallway where Will was waiting to give his best friend and the woman he loved to his enemy.
Sark stood in a tiny chapel in the heart of London. A preacher stood on one side, Vaughn, Eric, and Jeremy sat in the pews, Katherine, Blythe, and Charity following suit. Sark looked incredibly handsome in his black tux. Only he could make that tux look that good. His breath stopped the minute he saw his bride enter the room, Francie and Will at her side. She was beautiful. Vaughn stared longingly at Sydney. She was getting married to someone who wasn't him. It tore his heart out. She was gorgeous. His Sydney. No. Sark's Sydney. He snapped out of it as he saw Sark take Sydney's hand lovingly. The preacher began, "We are gathered here today to join Andrew Canton and Sydney Bristow in marriage. Andrew, do you promise to love, honor, and cherish Sydney, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I promise." They had chosen to say I promise because of the conversation that had taken place only three months earlier.
"Sydney, do you promise to love, honor and cherish Andrew, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I promise."
"By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and..."
"Hello, Sydney."
Sydney jumped at the sight of Sloane, Dixon, and Elizabeth in the church doorway. The three had their guns trained on them, ready to shoot. Sydney cried out. Sark whipped his gun out and shot Sloane in the arm, causing the gun to drop from his grip. Elizabeth fired, striking Sark just barely in the side. Blood splattered onto Sydney's pure white dress.
"Andrew!"
"Just a scratch! But that's what the jerk gets for crashing our wedding."
"And for ruining my dress!"
Sydney realized he had signaled for some hidden guards to take ahold of the three. Katherine and Eric were hugging each other tightly. Jeremy and Vaughn had withdrawn their guns. Sydney stepped in front of Sloane.
"You are a monster. The worst kind. The kind that can act like they care about everyone and everything, when really you're only thinking of a way everything can be better for you. You make me sick."
"You're the one who married the murderer."
"At least he doesn't hide what he does."
Sloane glared at her. Sark gave another signal and the guards dragged them away.
"You think you've won, Mr. Sark, but you haven't. The Alliance will find you all."
"I highly doubt that, Mr. Sloane."
Sark ignored the ravings coming from Sloane and wrapped his arms around Sydney.
"I'm sorry he ruined this for you."
"Not your fault. He's my ex-boss."
She cracked a smile.
"Hey! We missed the important part of the ceremony."
The shaken reverand finished, "And wife. You may kiss your bbrride."
Sark took her face in his hands and lightly kissed her. Sydney deepened the kiss. He smiled at her as they broke the kiss. The very confused Canton family stared at the couple. "Andrew? Why did they have guns? Why do you have a gun? Why are they calling you Mr. Sark?"
Blythe gasped. "Mr. Sark? Aren't...Isn't Interpol looking for a Mr. Sark, Jeremy?"
"Yes, Darling, along with every other government agency and rogue agencies in the world."
Sark glanced at Sydney and then to his family. Jeremy looked worriedly at Blythe and then caught Sark's gaze.
"Mum, I am Mr. Sark. I have been since I was 16 and Irina had found me. I told her I was Andrew."
"Who is Irina?"
"That does not matter now."
"Did she raise you?"
"Not really."
"Why do you have guns?"
"We're spies."
"Excuse me?"
"Sydney was a double agent for the CIA. She was undercover in this place with the man who came here. He found out and has been trying to kill her ever since."
"And you..."
"I'm past the trying to kill Sydney part." He was trying to joke now.
Sydney chortaled a laugh. "Andrew."
"I work for my own organization now. But before I worked for a woman, Irina Derevko."
Jeremy shook his head. "The blasted Man who's disappeared.""Is that why you don't work for her now? Wait? Irina is a woman, why did Jeremy call her the man?"
"That was her cover. And she's indisposed right now."
Sydney looked at Vaughn, who smiled at her bravely. Sydney sat next to Katherine.
"We used to be working against each other, but things slowly evolved. You have to believe Andrew is still your son. He cares for all of you deeply. He became Mr. Sark to protect himself. You have to understand."
Sark was surprised at how well she seemed to know.
Katherine reached her arms out and pulled Sark down eye level to her. "Whatever you have done, it does not matter."
But Blythe didn't have the same opinions. She knew more about Mr. Sark from Jeremy's brief conversations about his recent job. Jeremy shared almost everything with her.
"You murdered a lot of people. The heads of things, like K-Directorate and FTL..."
"All ordered."
"That didn't bother you?!"
Sark felt the world around him crashing down. Sydney held onto his arm.
"Blythe, he knows what he did. You don't understand. My mother..."
Her voice trailed off.
"What does your mother have to do with all of this?" Blythe stopped her.
She said grimly, "My mother is Irina Derevko. She, uh, she used my dad for secrets for the KGB. It disolved, she started her organization. Sark joined."
Her voice had broken. "Please, Blythe, can't we do this later? Sydney's wedding was already ruined. Just leave us be for now." Sark pleaded.
Sydney rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm going to go talk to Sloane before we leave."
"I'll get my side all fixed up."
"Michael, will you help him?"
"Yeah. Sydney, be careful. Don't let him get to you." Vaughn warned.
"I won't get upset. At least anymore than I already am. I need to do this."
Sydney exited the room, her white silk swishing after her.
She nodded to Sark's goons as she entered Sloane's holding room. Dixon stood up when she entered. Sydney ignored him for a moment. She stood directly in front of Sloane. "I just wanted you to know exactly what I think about you. I really, truly despise you. You murdered Danny, tried to kill Will and Emily, and tortured Vaughn, not to mention the attempts on Will's, Francie's, and my life recently. And then you crash my wedding! You lie to everyone about what they do. I don't know how you can live with yourself?" Sydney slapped him.
"I hope you pay for everything you've ever done."
Sydney turned to Dixon. "I know you don't understand everything, but I never betrayed the U.S. I was a double, but not for K-Directorate or even Sark. I was a double for the CIA." She hugged him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a honeymoon to attend."
She started to leave. "Sydney!" He called after her.
She stopped in her tracks.
"You look beautiful in your wedding dress."
Sydney smiled at him. "Thanks, Dixon."
She stopped in front of one of the guards.
"Don't knock the girl and Dixon around. They don't know anything."
"I don't take orders from you." The guy replied.
Sydney's eyes flashed. "Would you really like me to send Sark in here to contest that fact?"
"No, M'am."
She nodded. "If I find out that you did, well, you'll feel all the pain you caused and more."
Sydney strolled into a room to change her clothes.
Sark unbottoned his shirt, trying not to hurt himself further. The blood had dried on it and the material stuck to his wound. He growled as he pulled it off the wound. Vaughn was getting some bandages out of the cabinet. "It's ruined."
Vaughn didn't reply. He just walked over to him. "You know if you hurt Sydney, I swear I will turn you in."
Vaughn wasn't exactly the murdering type, so he decided that was his best decision.
Sark didn't feel like answering. "Hey, at least acknowledge what I just said." Vaughn insisted.
"I know. But I'm not going to hurt her."
Vaughn wrapped the white cloth around Sark's stomach. "I don't think it's very serious. Just a flesh wound."
"I wish I could kill Sloane."
"But you won't?"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Sydney...I can't explain it. She just, she wouldn't want him to be killed. She wants him to rot in prison. And I agree. It's be better that way."
Vaughn smiled. Sydney has no idea of the power she held over men. They would do almost anything for her, Sark, Will, Jack, himself. He nodded.
"Where are you guys going?"
"I have a beach house off the Mediterranean in France."
"I'm going to Nice.'
"It's only two hundred miles or so away. I would like you to visit Sydney. She would love to see people from her old life. This is harder on her than she's willing to let on."
"Sydney has always been like that. She puts up her tough facade and she goes with it."
"I love her, Mr. Vaughn. You don't need to worry."
He couldn't believe that he was assuring Michael Vaughn.
"I actually believe you. Now you're all set. Get out of here."
Sark headed into the changing room to find Sydney.
Chapter Three
Sydney twirled in front of the mirror. She had on her dress and Francie was sitting on the bed. Sark had hired a hair stylist to do the ladies hair. Sydney had opted for a simple French twist with baby's breath in her hair. Her dress was off the shoulders, with a silk skirt flowing to her toes. Diamonds appeared occasionally on the bodice. Francie held her place the diamond tiara on her head. She had chosen the tiara as opposed to a veil. It seemed more appropriate, princess like. She sparkled in every way. She attached tiny tear drop diamond earrings and carefully applied her make up. A knock on the door jolted her out of her wedding reverie. Blythe, Charity, and Katherine entered, carrying a small box.
"This was my mother's. Blythe wore it at her wedding and I did at mine. I thought maybe..."
Sydney gasped. "It's amazing. I'd be honored." The necklace was pearls and diamonds alternately on a silver chain. "I'd love to wear it."
As soon as the necklace was on, it completed the gown. "Thank you."
"Are you ready to marry my son?"
"I am." The ladies went into the hallway where Will was waiting to give his best friend and the woman he loved to his enemy.
Sark stood in a tiny chapel in the heart of London. A preacher stood on one side, Vaughn, Eric, and Jeremy sat in the pews, Katherine, Blythe, and Charity following suit. Sark looked incredibly handsome in his black tux. Only he could make that tux look that good. His breath stopped the minute he saw his bride enter the room, Francie and Will at her side. She was beautiful. Vaughn stared longingly at Sydney. She was getting married to someone who wasn't him. It tore his heart out. She was gorgeous. His Sydney. No. Sark's Sydney. He snapped out of it as he saw Sark take Sydney's hand lovingly. The preacher began, "We are gathered here today to join Andrew Canton and Sydney Bristow in marriage. Andrew, do you promise to love, honor, and cherish Sydney, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I promise." They had chosen to say I promise because of the conversation that had taken place only three months earlier.
"Sydney, do you promise to love, honor and cherish Andrew, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I promise."
"By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and..."
"Hello, Sydney."
Sydney jumped at the sight of Sloane, Dixon, and Elizabeth in the church doorway. The three had their guns trained on them, ready to shoot. Sydney cried out. Sark whipped his gun out and shot Sloane in the arm, causing the gun to drop from his grip. Elizabeth fired, striking Sark just barely in the side. Blood splattered onto Sydney's pure white dress.
"Andrew!"
"Just a scratch! But that's what the jerk gets for crashing our wedding."
"And for ruining my dress!"
Sydney realized he had signaled for some hidden guards to take ahold of the three. Katherine and Eric were hugging each other tightly. Jeremy and Vaughn had withdrawn their guns. Sydney stepped in front of Sloane.
"You are a monster. The worst kind. The kind that can act like they care about everyone and everything, when really you're only thinking of a way everything can be better for you. You make me sick."
"You're the one who married the murderer."
"At least he doesn't hide what he does."
Sloane glared at her. Sark gave another signal and the guards dragged them away.
"You think you've won, Mr. Sark, but you haven't. The Alliance will find you all."
"I highly doubt that, Mr. Sloane."
Sark ignored the ravings coming from Sloane and wrapped his arms around Sydney.
"I'm sorry he ruined this for you."
"Not your fault. He's my ex-boss."
She cracked a smile.
"Hey! We missed the important part of the ceremony."
The shaken reverand finished, "And wife. You may kiss your bbrride."
Sark took her face in his hands and lightly kissed her. Sydney deepened the kiss. He smiled at her as they broke the kiss. The very confused Canton family stared at the couple. "Andrew? Why did they have guns? Why do you have a gun? Why are they calling you Mr. Sark?"
Blythe gasped. "Mr. Sark? Aren't...Isn't Interpol looking for a Mr. Sark, Jeremy?"
"Yes, Darling, along with every other government agency and rogue agencies in the world."
Sark glanced at Sydney and then to his family. Jeremy looked worriedly at Blythe and then caught Sark's gaze.
"Mum, I am Mr. Sark. I have been since I was 16 and Irina had found me. I told her I was Andrew."
"Who is Irina?"
"That does not matter now."
"Did she raise you?"
"Not really."
"Why do you have guns?"
"We're spies."
"Excuse me?"
"Sydney was a double agent for the CIA. She was undercover in this place with the man who came here. He found out and has been trying to kill her ever since."
"And you..."
"I'm past the trying to kill Sydney part." He was trying to joke now.
Sydney chortaled a laugh. "Andrew."
"I work for my own organization now. But before I worked for a woman, Irina Derevko."
Jeremy shook his head. "The blasted Man who's disappeared.""Is that why you don't work for her now? Wait? Irina is a woman, why did Jeremy call her the man?"
"That was her cover. And she's indisposed right now."
Sydney looked at Vaughn, who smiled at her bravely. Sydney sat next to Katherine.
"We used to be working against each other, but things slowly evolved. You have to believe Andrew is still your son. He cares for all of you deeply. He became Mr. Sark to protect himself. You have to understand."
Sark was surprised at how well she seemed to know.
Katherine reached her arms out and pulled Sark down eye level to her. "Whatever you have done, it does not matter."
But Blythe didn't have the same opinions. She knew more about Mr. Sark from Jeremy's brief conversations about his recent job. Jeremy shared almost everything with her.
"You murdered a lot of people. The heads of things, like K-Directorate and FTL..."
"All ordered."
"That didn't bother you?!"
Sark felt the world around him crashing down. Sydney held onto his arm.
"Blythe, he knows what he did. You don't understand. My mother..."
Her voice trailed off.
"What does your mother have to do with all of this?" Blythe stopped her.
She said grimly, "My mother is Irina Derevko. She, uh, she used my dad for secrets for the KGB. It disolved, she started her organization. Sark joined."
Her voice had broken. "Please, Blythe, can't we do this later? Sydney's wedding was already ruined. Just leave us be for now." Sark pleaded.
Sydney rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm going to go talk to Sloane before we leave."
"I'll get my side all fixed up."
"Michael, will you help him?"
"Yeah. Sydney, be careful. Don't let him get to you." Vaughn warned.
"I won't get upset. At least anymore than I already am. I need to do this."
Sydney exited the room, her white silk swishing after her.
She nodded to Sark's goons as she entered Sloane's holding room. Dixon stood up when she entered. Sydney ignored him for a moment. She stood directly in front of Sloane. "I just wanted you to know exactly what I think about you. I really, truly despise you. You murdered Danny, tried to kill Will and Emily, and tortured Vaughn, not to mention the attempts on Will's, Francie's, and my life recently. And then you crash my wedding! You lie to everyone about what they do. I don't know how you can live with yourself?" Sydney slapped him.
"I hope you pay for everything you've ever done."
Sydney turned to Dixon. "I know you don't understand everything, but I never betrayed the U.S. I was a double, but not for K-Directorate or even Sark. I was a double for the CIA." She hugged him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a honeymoon to attend."
She started to leave. "Sydney!" He called after her.
She stopped in her tracks.
"You look beautiful in your wedding dress."
Sydney smiled at him. "Thanks, Dixon."
She stopped in front of one of the guards.
"Don't knock the girl and Dixon around. They don't know anything."
"I don't take orders from you." The guy replied.
Sydney's eyes flashed. "Would you really like me to send Sark in here to contest that fact?"
"No, M'am."
She nodded. "If I find out that you did, well, you'll feel all the pain you caused and more."
Sydney strolled into a room to change her clothes.
Sark unbottoned his shirt, trying not to hurt himself further. The blood had dried on it and the material stuck to his wound. He growled as he pulled it off the wound. Vaughn was getting some bandages out of the cabinet. "It's ruined."
Vaughn didn't reply. He just walked over to him. "You know if you hurt Sydney, I swear I will turn you in."
Vaughn wasn't exactly the murdering type, so he decided that was his best decision.
Sark didn't feel like answering. "Hey, at least acknowledge what I just said." Vaughn insisted.
"I know. But I'm not going to hurt her."
Vaughn wrapped the white cloth around Sark's stomach. "I don't think it's very serious. Just a flesh wound."
"I wish I could kill Sloane."
"But you won't?"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Sydney...I can't explain it. She just, she wouldn't want him to be killed. She wants him to rot in prison. And I agree. It's be better that way."
Vaughn smiled. Sydney has no idea of the power she held over men. They would do almost anything for her, Sark, Will, Jack, himself. He nodded.
"Where are you guys going?"
"I have a beach house off the Mediterranean in France."
"I'm going to Nice.'
"It's only two hundred miles or so away. I would like you to visit Sydney. She would love to see people from her old life. This is harder on her than she's willing to let on."
"Sydney has always been like that. She puts up her tough facade and she goes with it."
"I love her, Mr. Vaughn. You don't need to worry."
He couldn't believe that he was assuring Michael Vaughn.
"I actually believe you. Now you're all set. Get out of here."
Sark headed into the changing room to find Sydney.