Author: Vona
Title: Come Back to Me
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I only own one of them. And it isn't Sark... This story's for all the SSS shippers from the board!
Pairing: S/S
Rating: PG to PG-13 in some cases. Just a few situations, involves lots of kissing...
Summary: Sydney and Sark go on a mission and finally realize they have feelings for each other. Something happens to Sark, and Sydney goes into shut down mode, all the while something had happened to her as well. The only one who is able to help her is Irina. It gets kind of angsty in the middle, but keep reading!
Come Back to Me
Sydney walked through the center of the private plane. She had just gotten through with a mission to steal the newest Rambaldi artifact, a statue, that at the moment had no real meaning other than being Rambaldi's. She sat down and opened her lap top. She started to type when she felt his blue eyes on her. She looked up at him.
"What?"
"I was trying to decide what you were working on."
"Why?"
"I'm quite bored."
Sydney raised an eyebrow.
"Poor Mr. Sark has no one to torture or kill."
"Aw, you have to give me more credit that that. I have no one left to fight with, either."
Sydney couldn't stop herself from chuckling at his simple joke.
"It's my dissertation. I think I'd rather stare at the wall than write this."
"You're earning..."
"My masters in literature."
"Indeed."
Sydney turned her attention back to the screen. She started to type again, but soon stopped.
"Who decided we needed to write a dissertation, anyways? I mean, what does it really prove, that we have extra time on our hands?"
"We know how much time you have."
"Being a spy seems to take up a lot of it."
Sark resisted the urge to say 'and being a double agent probably takes even more time'. Instead, he put his smirk in place, "You need any help?"
Sydney shrugged. "You are bored."
He fell quiet and continued to study her. She flipped through a book and punched something else in. She yawned.
"Why don't you go to sleep, Sydney?"
"So you can murder me when I'm unaware?"
"You're exhausted."
"I need to work on this."
"You have."
She nodded. She clicked on the save button and then shut the computer. She stretched out across three of the seats and put her hands under her head. She was asleep in an instant. Sark quietly stood up, ignoring the two lackey's stares and found a pillow. He lifted Sydney's head and placed it down on the feathery softness. Then he wrapped her up in a blanket. He smoothed her hair back and watched her for a moment. Sydney Bristow was a spy extrodinaire and she still managed to attend college and help out her friends. What an amazing woman. Sark sat back down for the duration of the flight.
The plane landed in Los Angeles. One of the guards tried to wake Sydney. She didn't even stir. "Miss Bristow. Miss Bristow, we're here. Miss Bristow."
Sark shook his head. "Don't wake her up, Mr. Johnson."
"But...Mr. Sloane will want her to write her report about..."
"I will take care of Mr. Sloane, all right. Just leave her alone."
"Yes, Mr. Sark."
Sark took out his cell phone.
"Sloane, it's Sark. I just wanted you to know Sydney and I will not be coming into the office today."
"Oh? But I need your report."
"You can wait one day. You can have the statue. Sydney is asleep and shouldn't be awakened. Do you understand, Mr. Sloane?"
"Yes, Mr. Sark." Sark turned off the phone and turned back to the sleeping angel. He lifted her up and she started to protest. "Shh...Sweetheart, I'm just taking you home." He whispered. She buried her head into his chest. He called out, "Mr. Johnson, get her laptop and bag and follow me to the car."
Mr. Johnson nodded curtly and picked up the bags. Sark headed off the plane to his convertible. She stretched out in the backseat, still unaware of what was happening around her.
He pulled up in front of Sydney's house and surveyed the area. No one seemed to be home, which was wonderful. No questions that had to be answered. He didn't know where Sydney put her keys, so he decided picking the lock would be better than going through her bags. He came back to the car and brought Sydney inside the house. He carried her trhough and found himself faced with three bedrooms. Two with the door open and one closed. Her room must be closed the door. She would want to discourage her roomates from entering her room. He laid Sydney down gently across the mattress and covered her up with the comforter. He leaned away from her but found his hand intertwined with Sydney's. She was still asleep, but she was drawing him to her. He didn't really want to fight it. He situated himself on the bed, kicking off his shoes. He pulled Sydney closer to him and placed his hands on her waist. They spponed together. They fit perfectly. He breathed in her strawberry scent, the one that had kept him sane so many times while at SD-6. He could feel himself drifting away. He hadn't slept in several days and this is the most comfortable he had ever been. He knew he loved Sydney Bristow, and together, they would always be safe. He felt her turning, her hands covering his where they met at her waist. He closed his own eyes again and fell asleep.
Francie and Will came in the door from Francie's restaurant for the evening. "Hey! Syd's room is open. I bet she's home!"
So, Francie headed to the bedroom, Will following.
"OMG! Who is that?!" Francie whispered, after seeing the blond that was holding Sydney. Will stepped closer.
"No."
"What?"
"Oh, no."
"Will."
He had closed his eyes and he was shaking his head fervently.
"Will!"
The man on the bed opened his bright blue eyes and scanned over the two. He muttered a curse while shifting ever so carefully.
WIll finally asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I brought Sydney home." He whispered quietly.
"You're in bed with her."
"Can we do this somewhere else, Mr. Tippin?"
Will nodded conscent. Sark started to stand up.
"Nooo...oooo." Sydney complained in her sleep.
"I'll be right back, Sweetheart." He said in her ear, so no one else could hear. Sark followed the two into the living room.
"Who are you?" Francie demanded.
"My name is Sark, Miss Calfo."
"How do you know who I am?"
"Sydney, uh, talks about her friends a lot."
"Not to you, she doesn't." Will muttered.
"Why does Will know you and I don't?"
"I met Will briefly a few months ago."
"We don't get along. I think you should leave."
"No."
"Now."
"I'm not leaving." Sark said stubbornly.
"Do you want me to call the police?"
Sark shook his head.
"Do you want me to get out my pliers and..."
"SARK!"
He heard her yell from the doorway. He turned guiltily to her.
"What...Why...Ah! Will, go on into Francie's room. Sark, my room!"
He followed her orders reluctantly. Sydney glanced at Francie. "They really hate each other."
She went into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Will had his cell phone out.
"Vaughn."
"Sark is here."
"Where's Sydney?" Vaughn asked, concerned as soon as he recognized the voice on the other end.
"She's in the bedroom."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Not right not. She's in there with Sark."
"I'm on my way!"
"Thanks."
He hung up the phone as Francie entered. "Hey. Who was that?"
"Abby. She was checking up on me."
"Why do you hate Sark so much? Are you jealous?"
"No. I just don't...he would hurt Sydney."
"He would?"
"Yeah. Like really hurt her."
"He's abusive."
"Mmmm..." He grunted, but Francie took that as a yes.
"Wow. I never though Sydney had an abusive boyfriend. That explains that bruise I saw on her last week."
"He's not her boyfriend." That was the only thing Will bothered to correct.
"Oh."
Will stopped the conversation by pacing.
Sydney came in and found that Sark had sunk down into her pillows. He glanced up at her and she found that she couldn't stay angry at him while looking into those eyes. "How'd I get home?" She asked.
"I drove you here."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
Sark didn't answer.
"Sark..."
"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to."
Sydney stared at him.
"How did Will see you?"
"I fell asleep, too. They were home when I woke up again."
"And you thought it would be fun to threaten Will again?"
Sark shrugged. "He did provoke me."
"You want us to work peacefully together, but you can't keep threatening to torture my friend."
Sydney was now standing in front of him. She looked down at him and fell into the swirling icy depths of his eyes. Her heart started to pound and felt the blood rushing to her head. She felt Sark's hands rise to her hips and the contact made her tingle. He was standing, then, his hands sliding to her back. He started to bend down to reach her lips, Sydney leaning up. Both were breathing heavily from anticipation. The door opened and a yell of, "Sydney, are you all right?" rang through the air. Sydney jumped away from Sark's embrace and found Michael Vaughn's emerald eyes looking at her.
"Vaughn! How did you..."
"Will called. I came as soon as I could. I snuck in the backdoor, through the trees in your backyard, so no one saw me. I made sure."
"Hello, Mr. Vaughn. I trust that you are feeling much better now."
Vaughn ignored his question.
"What did Will tell you?" Sydney asked, curiously.
"That Sark was here and that you two were alone in the bedroom. I thought he had you...hostage. He didn't, did he? I didn't think this through rationally."
Sydney and Sark exchanged quick glances.
"No. He wasn't. He just brought me home from the last mission."
"I'll be taking my leave now. See you at work..."
"Shoot! Sloane! You let me sleep when I should have been at SD-6. Just what I needed! To raise Sloane's suspicions."
"Sydney, calm down."
She punched his chest, but he grabbed the fist.
"I called Sloane and told him we would be in later."
"YOU...you did?"
"Mhm."
"Thanks."
He shrugged once more.
"You want to go in? I'll give you a ride."
"Yeah. I should. I need to give him my op tech report. Thanks, Vaughn, for coming, but I've got to go. Now you need to get out of here before Francie sees another new boy in my room."
Vaughn nodded. Sydney smiled her for-Vaughn-only smile and then followed Sark to his convertible. He turned the music up loud and they zoomed away.
Title: Come Back to Me
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I only own one of them. And it isn't Sark... This story's for all the SSS shippers from the board!
Pairing: S/S
Rating: PG to PG-13 in some cases. Just a few situations, involves lots of kissing...
Summary: Sydney and Sark go on a mission and finally realize they have feelings for each other. Something happens to Sark, and Sydney goes into shut down mode, all the while something had happened to her as well. The only one who is able to help her is Irina. It gets kind of angsty in the middle, but keep reading!
Come Back to Me
Sydney walked through the center of the private plane. She had just gotten through with a mission to steal the newest Rambaldi artifact, a statue, that at the moment had no real meaning other than being Rambaldi's. She sat down and opened her lap top. She started to type when she felt his blue eyes on her. She looked up at him.
"What?"
"I was trying to decide what you were working on."
"Why?"
"I'm quite bored."
Sydney raised an eyebrow.
"Poor Mr. Sark has no one to torture or kill."
"Aw, you have to give me more credit that that. I have no one left to fight with, either."
Sydney couldn't stop herself from chuckling at his simple joke.
"It's my dissertation. I think I'd rather stare at the wall than write this."
"You're earning..."
"My masters in literature."
"Indeed."
Sydney turned her attention back to the screen. She started to type again, but soon stopped.
"Who decided we needed to write a dissertation, anyways? I mean, what does it really prove, that we have extra time on our hands?"
"We know how much time you have."
"Being a spy seems to take up a lot of it."
Sark resisted the urge to say 'and being a double agent probably takes even more time'. Instead, he put his smirk in place, "You need any help?"
Sydney shrugged. "You are bored."
He fell quiet and continued to study her. She flipped through a book and punched something else in. She yawned.
"Why don't you go to sleep, Sydney?"
"So you can murder me when I'm unaware?"
"You're exhausted."
"I need to work on this."
"You have."
She nodded. She clicked on the save button and then shut the computer. She stretched out across three of the seats and put her hands under her head. She was asleep in an instant. Sark quietly stood up, ignoring the two lackey's stares and found a pillow. He lifted Sydney's head and placed it down on the feathery softness. Then he wrapped her up in a blanket. He smoothed her hair back and watched her for a moment. Sydney Bristow was a spy extrodinaire and she still managed to attend college and help out her friends. What an amazing woman. Sark sat back down for the duration of the flight.
The plane landed in Los Angeles. One of the guards tried to wake Sydney. She didn't even stir. "Miss Bristow. Miss Bristow, we're here. Miss Bristow."
Sark shook his head. "Don't wake her up, Mr. Johnson."
"But...Mr. Sloane will want her to write her report about..."
"I will take care of Mr. Sloane, all right. Just leave her alone."
"Yes, Mr. Sark."
Sark took out his cell phone.
"Sloane, it's Sark. I just wanted you to know Sydney and I will not be coming into the office today."
"Oh? But I need your report."
"You can wait one day. You can have the statue. Sydney is asleep and shouldn't be awakened. Do you understand, Mr. Sloane?"
"Yes, Mr. Sark." Sark turned off the phone and turned back to the sleeping angel. He lifted her up and she started to protest. "Shh...Sweetheart, I'm just taking you home." He whispered. She buried her head into his chest. He called out, "Mr. Johnson, get her laptop and bag and follow me to the car."
Mr. Johnson nodded curtly and picked up the bags. Sark headed off the plane to his convertible. She stretched out in the backseat, still unaware of what was happening around her.
He pulled up in front of Sydney's house and surveyed the area. No one seemed to be home, which was wonderful. No questions that had to be answered. He didn't know where Sydney put her keys, so he decided picking the lock would be better than going through her bags. He came back to the car and brought Sydney inside the house. He carried her trhough and found himself faced with three bedrooms. Two with the door open and one closed. Her room must be closed the door. She would want to discourage her roomates from entering her room. He laid Sydney down gently across the mattress and covered her up with the comforter. He leaned away from her but found his hand intertwined with Sydney's. She was still asleep, but she was drawing him to her. He didn't really want to fight it. He situated himself on the bed, kicking off his shoes. He pulled Sydney closer to him and placed his hands on her waist. They spponed together. They fit perfectly. He breathed in her strawberry scent, the one that had kept him sane so many times while at SD-6. He could feel himself drifting away. He hadn't slept in several days and this is the most comfortable he had ever been. He knew he loved Sydney Bristow, and together, they would always be safe. He felt her turning, her hands covering his where they met at her waist. He closed his own eyes again and fell asleep.
Francie and Will came in the door from Francie's restaurant for the evening. "Hey! Syd's room is open. I bet she's home!"
So, Francie headed to the bedroom, Will following.
"OMG! Who is that?!" Francie whispered, after seeing the blond that was holding Sydney. Will stepped closer.
"No."
"What?"
"Oh, no."
"Will."
He had closed his eyes and he was shaking his head fervently.
"Will!"
The man on the bed opened his bright blue eyes and scanned over the two. He muttered a curse while shifting ever so carefully.
WIll finally asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I brought Sydney home." He whispered quietly.
"You're in bed with her."
"Can we do this somewhere else, Mr. Tippin?"
Will nodded conscent. Sark started to stand up.
"Nooo...oooo." Sydney complained in her sleep.
"I'll be right back, Sweetheart." He said in her ear, so no one else could hear. Sark followed the two into the living room.
"Who are you?" Francie demanded.
"My name is Sark, Miss Calfo."
"How do you know who I am?"
"Sydney, uh, talks about her friends a lot."
"Not to you, she doesn't." Will muttered.
"Why does Will know you and I don't?"
"I met Will briefly a few months ago."
"We don't get along. I think you should leave."
"No."
"Now."
"I'm not leaving." Sark said stubbornly.
"Do you want me to call the police?"
Sark shook his head.
"Do you want me to get out my pliers and..."
"SARK!"
He heard her yell from the doorway. He turned guiltily to her.
"What...Why...Ah! Will, go on into Francie's room. Sark, my room!"
He followed her orders reluctantly. Sydney glanced at Francie. "They really hate each other."
She went into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Will had his cell phone out.
"Vaughn."
"Sark is here."
"Where's Sydney?" Vaughn asked, concerned as soon as he recognized the voice on the other end.
"She's in the bedroom."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Not right not. She's in there with Sark."
"I'm on my way!"
"Thanks."
He hung up the phone as Francie entered. "Hey. Who was that?"
"Abby. She was checking up on me."
"Why do you hate Sark so much? Are you jealous?"
"No. I just don't...he would hurt Sydney."
"He would?"
"Yeah. Like really hurt her."
"He's abusive."
"Mmmm..." He grunted, but Francie took that as a yes.
"Wow. I never though Sydney had an abusive boyfriend. That explains that bruise I saw on her last week."
"He's not her boyfriend." That was the only thing Will bothered to correct.
"Oh."
Will stopped the conversation by pacing.
Sydney came in and found that Sark had sunk down into her pillows. He glanced up at her and she found that she couldn't stay angry at him while looking into those eyes. "How'd I get home?" She asked.
"I drove you here."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
Sark didn't answer.
"Sark..."
"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to."
Sydney stared at him.
"How did Will see you?"
"I fell asleep, too. They were home when I woke up again."
"And you thought it would be fun to threaten Will again?"
Sark shrugged. "He did provoke me."
"You want us to work peacefully together, but you can't keep threatening to torture my friend."
Sydney was now standing in front of him. She looked down at him and fell into the swirling icy depths of his eyes. Her heart started to pound and felt the blood rushing to her head. She felt Sark's hands rise to her hips and the contact made her tingle. He was standing, then, his hands sliding to her back. He started to bend down to reach her lips, Sydney leaning up. Both were breathing heavily from anticipation. The door opened and a yell of, "Sydney, are you all right?" rang through the air. Sydney jumped away from Sark's embrace and found Michael Vaughn's emerald eyes looking at her.
"Vaughn! How did you..."
"Will called. I came as soon as I could. I snuck in the backdoor, through the trees in your backyard, so no one saw me. I made sure."
"Hello, Mr. Vaughn. I trust that you are feeling much better now."
Vaughn ignored his question.
"What did Will tell you?" Sydney asked, curiously.
"That Sark was here and that you two were alone in the bedroom. I thought he had you...hostage. He didn't, did he? I didn't think this through rationally."
Sydney and Sark exchanged quick glances.
"No. He wasn't. He just brought me home from the last mission."
"I'll be taking my leave now. See you at work..."
"Shoot! Sloane! You let me sleep when I should have been at SD-6. Just what I needed! To raise Sloane's suspicions."
"Sydney, calm down."
She punched his chest, but he grabbed the fist.
"I called Sloane and told him we would be in later."
"YOU...you did?"
"Mhm."
"Thanks."
He shrugged once more.
"You want to go in? I'll give you a ride."
"Yeah. I should. I need to give him my op tech report. Thanks, Vaughn, for coming, but I've got to go. Now you need to get out of here before Francie sees another new boy in my room."
Vaughn nodded. Sydney smiled her for-Vaughn-only smile and then followed Sark to his convertible. He turned the music up loud and they zoomed away.