Reunited
Sydney and Sark awoke the next morning on the couch. Sark had his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace. Sydney stirred and flipped over to find Sark staring down at her with a smile on his face.
he said, kissing her forehead.
Sydney smiled back.
Sark buried his face in her shoulder and traced patterns on her stomach. Sydney giggled.
We should probably get dressed, she told him.
Sark said with a grin, kissing her neck.
Sydney giggled again. I'm serious though.
Me too, Sark told her, kissing her again.
Sydney laughed and patted his cheek. She sat up. Come on, she said, grabbing her clothes and beginning to tug them on.
Sark sighed dramatically. If you insist, he said in a disappointed tone. He got up and began to dress as well.
Sydney was pulling on her shirt when she heard a knock at the door. She snapped her head to the right to look at Sark who had just about finished getting dressed.
Wh-who's there? she asked timidly, adjusting her shirt.
Will's voice.
Will! Thank God!
She ran over to the door and threw it open. Will and Francie stood in front of her. She hugged them both as tears began to spill out of her eyes and onto her cheeks.
You guys, I was so worried something had happened to you.
Sydney's lip trembled and she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob.
Hey, it's all right, Will said soothingly as he took her into his arms and rocked her back and forth gently.
Syd, the people told us everything, Francie said in a tone that indicated that she was hurt that Sydney hadn't told her the truth.
I'm so sorry, Francie, Sydney said softly, breaking away from Will and embracing Francie. But I hope you can understand why I didn't—and couldn't—tell you about my job.
Francie patted her back. Yeah, I understand, Syd.
So how did you guys get here? Sydney asked suddenly. Vaughn told me he wasn't told anything about you guys.
Yeah, well, there's actually a CIA team out there waiting for us, ready to place us in the Witness Protection Program, but they said we could come see you before we're transferred, Will explained.
Witness Protection? Sydney asked in disbelief. This is supposed to be over soon, Goddamn it, there shouldn't be a need for it!
Syd, it's just temporary, Will said. In case Sloane comes after us, they want us to be safe. Once it's all taken care of, we won't have to worry, and it'll be okay again.
Sydney nodded. She ran a hand through her hair. I just want this all to end, she said sadly.
Sark walked up behind her. Will shot him an icy glare but decided not to push the envelope. Sark extended his hand to Francie by way of greeting, then whispered to Sydney that he was going to take a shower and made his way to the bathroom. Will raised an eyebrow at Sydney questioningly, and Sydney shook her head slightly and gave him a look that said not now.'
The horn of the car Will and Francie had arrived in honked and all three friends sighed.
I guess we better get going, Francie said, giving Sydney a hug.
We'll see you soon, Will told her, embracing Sydney next.
I love you guys, Sydney called after them as they started walking back towards the car. She waved to them and they drove off.
Sydney shut the door and made her way to the kitchen. She spotted the manila folder on the table. she muttered. She and Sark were supposed to have looked over the details of the plan' the night before. She hoped it wouldn't make a difference and picked up the folder. She opened it, pulled out the instructions, and read them over.
She grinned and headed to the bathroom. She knocked once and went in, greeted by a haze of steam.
I have some news, she announced to the shower door.
Sark called. What kind of news?
Well, it turns out you were right about the CIA's plan. We're going to be going cross-country and ending up in the safehouse in Virginia. They're figuring, by then, SD-6 will have amassed a great deal of people and possibly Sloane as well. We leave tomorrow.
Good. So we get to go on one big road trip, Sark said.
Sydney said with a giggle.
Sark turned off the water.
Sydney obliged by slipping the towel off the rack and slinging it over the shower door where Sark grabbed it.
Sark stepped out after a moment, towel wrapped around his waist and body glistening from the water beads. Sydney looked him up and down, and forced herself not to get too excited.
I'm assuming you need the shower now, Sark said, causing Sydney's head to snap up.
Sark nodded and gathered up his clothes. He slipped a hand under Sydney's chin and kissed her before leaving to go get dressed.
Half an hour later, Sydney was stepping out of the shower. She dried herself off then wrapped the towel around herself.
After hearing the water be turned off, Sark decided to give Sydney a minute or two before he charged into the bathroom to reveal his news.
Sydney was gathering up her clothes when Sark came in. She jumped a little.
Jesus, you scared me.
Sark said with an apologetic half-smile, half-frown. He wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders. Come on, I want to show you something.
Sydney nodded, half-aware that Sark seemed to be wearing different clothes than he had been for the last couple days. Sark led her out of the bathroom and they went into the small bedroom where Sydney gasped.
Our clothes! she exclaimed.
Sark nodded as Sydney went to inspect the open suitcase that contained her clothes. She pulled out jeans and a tank top as well as the necessary undergarments. She noticed another suitcase on the floor and glanced back at Sark.
I thought I noticed something different about what you were wearing, she told him as she closed the suitcase.
Sark twirled around on his toes, making one revolution and stopping when he was facing Sydney and pretended to strike a pose. Sydney covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle and walked over to Sark. She stretched her arms up and draped them around his neck. In doing so, she caused the towel to loosen and slip off her body and onto the floor. She pouted and looked away slightly.
she said in the most innocent tone possible.
Sark could only grin as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands in the small of her back. His mouth found hers and they kissed as they made their way to the bed. Sark grabbed Sydney's suitcase from the bed and set it down on the floor, then pushed Sydney back against the pillows.
The pair inadvertently slept the whole day and when Sydney woke up, she checked the clock on the bedside table.
she whispered, shaking him gently.
he mumbled, forcing one eye open.
I think we should take advantage of the fact that we're in Las Vegas, she said with a grin.
Sark raised an eyebrow at her. You mean—
I do, Sydney said, still grinning.
We don't exactly have money to throw away, Sark told her, an edge of disappointment in his voice.
Sydney reached for the manila folder that was resting on the bedside table. She opened it up and Sark gaped at several stacks of fifties. Sure we do.