Title: Unexpected
Author: Edele Lane
E-mail: Edyn04@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything "Alias"-related does not belong to me. It belongs to J.J. Abrams and probably 900 other people associated with him.
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Summary: Sark knows about Sydney's double-agent status and wants to help in the fight to bring down SD-6.
Dedication: This is for Ash who reads each part before it is posted here and is undoubtedly my best (and favorite) critic.
Forever
Sydney sat next to him on her overcoat spread across the sand.
I can't believe it's happened, she said quietly. I mean, it's finally happened. She shook her head slightly and tears streamed down her cheeks.
The man sitting next to her rubbed her back. It was long overdue.
Sydney said softly. She turned her head to look at him and smiled. We did it.
You did, he said, returning the smile.
You helped a lot, Sydney insisted.
He shook his head good-naturedly. It was all you.
Sydney laughed. She gazed far into his eyes for a few moments before turning her head to look at the sunset. The two of them stared out at the ocean and beyond. The sky was a brilliant amber with yellow, red, purple, blue, and gray flowing across the backdrop.
Quite symbolic, Sydney pointed out as the sun officially went down and the sky had begun to darken a bit.
The man gazed at her, willing her to turn her head towards him. He wanted to do what he had been yearning to do since he began working with her. There had been so many moments between them in the time they had worked together, but he had been afraid to take advantage of those times. He knew that in the way he looked at her, she had to have picked up on what he was feeling towards her. He just wanted to be sure that she felt the same way. It seemed that she did—she had been gazing at him with the same kind of look he had reserved for her for quite a while now.
Sydney shook her head slightly in disbelief at what they had accomplished as she stared at the darkening sky. She smiled, thinking about the man sitting beside her. She had asked him to come here for a reason, and she was sure he knew her intentions. When she had approached him, she said she wanted to take a walk along the beach and talk. He had agreed, a bit reluctantly. She knew it was because he was afraid they might be followed, someone might overhear their conversation, the list went on.
They had walked along the shore, looking around every few minutes to see if someone was watching from afar. She had suggested they sit down and he had nodded in concurrence.
Sydney had been waiting for the right moment. She knew there had been opportunities. But she wanted to wait until it was all over. Just in case she got too attached and something were to happen. She wasn't sure she would be able to deal with it. She had lost so many people already, she didn't think she could stand to lose anyone else.
But she was safe now. They were safe now. They were devoid of any kind of obstacles that could threaten to stand in their way. She knew she needed to do it now—do what she planned to do from when she had suggested they take a walk.
She took a deep breath.
And began something she hoped would last forever.