Come Back to Me
Chapter Three
It had been one week since Sark and Sydney had kissed. They had met at a little cafe in the outskirts of Los Angeles.
"I've missed kissing you." Sark said as he took Sydney's hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles.
"I've missed kissing you. How on earth did you become so great?"
"I'm good at everything."
"Yeah, you are."
"This is hard, isn't it?"
"Pretending like I don't want you everytime I see you. Yeah."
"It's best, though."
"The CIA would frown on me dating an enemy of the United States. And my friends would freak."
"And if any of my enemies caught wind that I was in love, they would use it against me."
Sydney stopped sipping her coke. She started to cough.
"Are you okay?'
"You just said that you were in love."
"I did? No, I didn't. You must have misheard me."
"No. I heard you plainly. You said that if your enemies found out you were in love."
Sark looked down at his plate. "I did..."
"You love me?"
Sark shrugged. Sydney smiled. A very large smile.
"So maybe I do."
Sydney leaned across the table. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I love you, too."
Their eyes met and both shone in happiness. Sydney captured his lips and they shared a brief kiss. Sark looked away, unsure. He had no experience in the love department. No one had even told him that they loved him. He had always thought love was a weakness. It didn't seem it like that anymore.
Three weeks later, since the confessions had taken place, Sloane called Sydney into her office. She glanced around the building for Sark, but he was missing this morning. She hadn't seen him since Friday, which was unusual. They had seen each other everyday since they had said they loved each other. Sometimes they would talk about their pasts, sometimes they would kiss. Sometimes they would just sit in a comfortable silence, glad to be together. But they rarely ever talked about work. Sydney came back to reality when she found herself in front of Sloane's office. She knocked on Sloane's door and waited for him to let her in. She sat down in the leather chair opposite Sloane and waited for him to speak. "Well, when Mr. Sark first began to work here, both you and Agent Dixon had your reservations. It turns out you were correct."
"Excuse me?" Sydney asked, feeling bile run up her throat.
"He was betraying us the whole time."
"He was?"
"Yes. Do you recall the statue and key you stole?"
"I do."
"The statue was a fake and the key had been replicated."
Sydney's heart stopped.
"Really?"
"Yes. So, I asked Mr. Sark about it to see if he had any ideas on who had done it. He admitted to switching the statues and making the key. When I asked him why he had done that, he didn't have a good answer."
Sydney felt the vomit rising.
"What did you do, Mr. Sloane?"
"After further interrogation in the conversation room, I had to have him killed. Dixon will be your partner again."
Sydney stopped the tears in her eyes. "Excuse me, Mr. Sloane..."
Sydney ran out of the office and into the bathroom. She found herself hanging over the porcelin bowl, vomiting. She sat down on the floor and banged her head on the stalls. He was dead. Andrew Sark was gone. For her. Sark had died to protect her. She had to go back into Sloane's office and explain why she had run off. Sloane was waiting for her when she came out of the restroom. "Are you all right, Sydney?"
"Iv'e been feeling sick for the last week. Naseau and everything. I think I may be coming down with the flu."
"Oh."
"Yes. I do apologize. So you eliminated Mr. Sark?"
"I did. It was best. He was betraying us, the country and his ammunity. It had to be done."
"I agree, Sir."
Sloane smiled grimly at her.
"Thank you, Sydney. That will be all."
Sydney nodded and exited the office once again, this time leaving the building, dialing her cell phone on the way out.
She drove to the warehouse, tears falling down her face. She couldn't stop them anymore. She had loved Andrew Sark more than anything in the world. They hadn't dated for long, but she had fallen long and hard. And he was gone. Just like everyone else. Vaughn was already waiting for her in the warehouse.
"Sydney? What's wrong? You sounded really upset on the phone."
Sydney fell into his arms, balling. He didn't understand, but he held her, rocking her back and forth. "Shh...what's wrong, Sydney?"
"Sark's dead."
"Why are you crying about that?" Vaughn asked, feeling incredibly confused.
Sydney couldn't tell him everything. Vaughn just wouldn't understand.
"Sark died for me."
"What?"
"Sloane knew the statues had been switched and the key replicated. When he asked Sark who had done it, he took the blame. Sloane killed him. It should have been me. It should have been me."
"Why would Sark have covered for you?"
Sydney couldn't answer that. Because we were in love, idiot. Because Sark and I had something special and new and he would have done anything to protect me. Because he did do anything to protect me. He just wanted to keep me safe. And he'll never know. He'll never know that I'm pregnant. He'll never know that he's going to be a father. He'll never know that we would be that family we had always been longing for. That we would finally have it, together. She started to whisper. "He'll never know. He'll never know. He'll never know."
Vaughn wanted to ask what she meant, but didn't. She seemed really upset about this and if he didn't know Sydney Bristow better, he would think it was about something more than he took the blame for her.
Sark didn't have a funeral. She figured they assumed no one would attend. A lot of people in this world hated him and were ecstatic to see him dead. Sloane had told the rest of the office that Sark had died trying to help the country. That he wasn't the bad guy. They had to make it seem like there had been no mistake made when they allowed him to join the 'CIA'. She sat down in front of the grave stone that read, "MR. SARK ENIGMA WRAPPED IN A PUZZLE"
They didn't even know his first name. No one really knew Sark. They didn't even try to get to know him. Of course, he was intimidating and wasn't the most friendly person. The come near me and I'll kill you attitude probably scared a lot of people off. Sydney placed flowers on the stone and started to talk to him quietly.
"Hey. I just wanted to bring you flowers since you didn't have a funeral. Not many people know you're gone, you know."
She paused. The tears were coming.
"Why did you do that, Andrew?" She yelled.
"You could have told him you had no idea and then warned me that he was on the lookout. You should have just come to me, not try to take the blame. Why did you do this? I loved you more than anything in this world. Don't you get that? We hadn't been together long, but you meant so much to me. We loved each other. That was all that mattered. Nothing else did. It was you and me. Remember? Just come back. You know, I'm pregnant. I was going to tell you on our next date. We were going to be that family we both dreamed of. The family that loved each other and loved their children. Things would have been hard. We would have had to tell people, but we could have been together. That's what we wanted. Please, just come back. Please. I need you. The baby needs you. This is going to be hard. Just come back. Please, please, come back to me." She couldn't stop her tear flow. "I loved you so much. Please." She wailed. But he wouldn't be back. He was gone. Gone forever.
"You won't ever know your baby. You won't ever have that family, will you? Because you had to be stupid. You had to try to protect me! I can do that myself! You should have known that. Why?!" Sydney slapped the ground in front of her. She sobbed and wailed and she heard someone come up behind her. She looked up and found a priest standing over her.
"My daughter, are you okay?"
"No." She sobbed.
The priest knelt next to her.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"He's gone."
"Mr. Sark?"
"Yes. Gone. Before he even knew."
"Knew what, my daughter?"
"That I was pregnant. He would have been happy, you know. Most people would think he would have been angry. He didn't exactly seem like the child type, but he would have been ecstatic. He loved me."
"I'm sure he did."
"He would have taken care of both of us."
"Yes, my daughter."
"But he's gone."
"He'll always be with you."
"No. He left. Just like everyone always does. They always die. One minute their great and then poof, their life just flickers out. No one even notices usually."
Her eyes were dull now, void of pain, void of life.
"Thank you, father."
Sydney stood up.
"Thank you." She felt her pager go off. It was Kendall.
"I have to go now." Her voice was eerie. The priest stood up worriedly.
"Can I help you?"
"No. No one can. He was the only one." Sydney left the graveyard quickly.
Chapter Three
It had been one week since Sark and Sydney had kissed. They had met at a little cafe in the outskirts of Los Angeles.
"I've missed kissing you." Sark said as he took Sydney's hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles.
"I've missed kissing you. How on earth did you become so great?"
"I'm good at everything."
"Yeah, you are."
"This is hard, isn't it?"
"Pretending like I don't want you everytime I see you. Yeah."
"It's best, though."
"The CIA would frown on me dating an enemy of the United States. And my friends would freak."
"And if any of my enemies caught wind that I was in love, they would use it against me."
Sydney stopped sipping her coke. She started to cough.
"Are you okay?'
"You just said that you were in love."
"I did? No, I didn't. You must have misheard me."
"No. I heard you plainly. You said that if your enemies found out you were in love."
Sark looked down at his plate. "I did..."
"You love me?"
Sark shrugged. Sydney smiled. A very large smile.
"So maybe I do."
Sydney leaned across the table. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I love you, too."
Their eyes met and both shone in happiness. Sydney captured his lips and they shared a brief kiss. Sark looked away, unsure. He had no experience in the love department. No one had even told him that they loved him. He had always thought love was a weakness. It didn't seem it like that anymore.
Three weeks later, since the confessions had taken place, Sloane called Sydney into her office. She glanced around the building for Sark, but he was missing this morning. She hadn't seen him since Friday, which was unusual. They had seen each other everyday since they had said they loved each other. Sometimes they would talk about their pasts, sometimes they would kiss. Sometimes they would just sit in a comfortable silence, glad to be together. But they rarely ever talked about work. Sydney came back to reality when she found herself in front of Sloane's office. She knocked on Sloane's door and waited for him to let her in. She sat down in the leather chair opposite Sloane and waited for him to speak. "Well, when Mr. Sark first began to work here, both you and Agent Dixon had your reservations. It turns out you were correct."
"Excuse me?" Sydney asked, feeling bile run up her throat.
"He was betraying us the whole time."
"He was?"
"Yes. Do you recall the statue and key you stole?"
"I do."
"The statue was a fake and the key had been replicated."
Sydney's heart stopped.
"Really?"
"Yes. So, I asked Mr. Sark about it to see if he had any ideas on who had done it. He admitted to switching the statues and making the key. When I asked him why he had done that, he didn't have a good answer."
Sydney felt the vomit rising.
"What did you do, Mr. Sloane?"
"After further interrogation in the conversation room, I had to have him killed. Dixon will be your partner again."
Sydney stopped the tears in her eyes. "Excuse me, Mr. Sloane..."
Sydney ran out of the office and into the bathroom. She found herself hanging over the porcelin bowl, vomiting. She sat down on the floor and banged her head on the stalls. He was dead. Andrew Sark was gone. For her. Sark had died to protect her. She had to go back into Sloane's office and explain why she had run off. Sloane was waiting for her when she came out of the restroom. "Are you all right, Sydney?"
"Iv'e been feeling sick for the last week. Naseau and everything. I think I may be coming down with the flu."
"Oh."
"Yes. I do apologize. So you eliminated Mr. Sark?"
"I did. It was best. He was betraying us, the country and his ammunity. It had to be done."
"I agree, Sir."
Sloane smiled grimly at her.
"Thank you, Sydney. That will be all."
Sydney nodded and exited the office once again, this time leaving the building, dialing her cell phone on the way out.
She drove to the warehouse, tears falling down her face. She couldn't stop them anymore. She had loved Andrew Sark more than anything in the world. They hadn't dated for long, but she had fallen long and hard. And he was gone. Just like everyone else. Vaughn was already waiting for her in the warehouse.
"Sydney? What's wrong? You sounded really upset on the phone."
Sydney fell into his arms, balling. He didn't understand, but he held her, rocking her back and forth. "Shh...what's wrong, Sydney?"
"Sark's dead."
"Why are you crying about that?" Vaughn asked, feeling incredibly confused.
Sydney couldn't tell him everything. Vaughn just wouldn't understand.
"Sark died for me."
"What?"
"Sloane knew the statues had been switched and the key replicated. When he asked Sark who had done it, he took the blame. Sloane killed him. It should have been me. It should have been me."
"Why would Sark have covered for you?"
Sydney couldn't answer that. Because we were in love, idiot. Because Sark and I had something special and new and he would have done anything to protect me. Because he did do anything to protect me. He just wanted to keep me safe. And he'll never know. He'll never know that I'm pregnant. He'll never know that he's going to be a father. He'll never know that we would be that family we had always been longing for. That we would finally have it, together. She started to whisper. "He'll never know. He'll never know. He'll never know."
Vaughn wanted to ask what she meant, but didn't. She seemed really upset about this and if he didn't know Sydney Bristow better, he would think it was about something more than he took the blame for her.
Sark didn't have a funeral. She figured they assumed no one would attend. A lot of people in this world hated him and were ecstatic to see him dead. Sloane had told the rest of the office that Sark had died trying to help the country. That he wasn't the bad guy. They had to make it seem like there had been no mistake made when they allowed him to join the 'CIA'. She sat down in front of the grave stone that read, "MR. SARK ENIGMA WRAPPED IN A PUZZLE"
They didn't even know his first name. No one really knew Sark. They didn't even try to get to know him. Of course, he was intimidating and wasn't the most friendly person. The come near me and I'll kill you attitude probably scared a lot of people off. Sydney placed flowers on the stone and started to talk to him quietly.
"Hey. I just wanted to bring you flowers since you didn't have a funeral. Not many people know you're gone, you know."
She paused. The tears were coming.
"Why did you do that, Andrew?" She yelled.
"You could have told him you had no idea and then warned me that he was on the lookout. You should have just come to me, not try to take the blame. Why did you do this? I loved you more than anything in this world. Don't you get that? We hadn't been together long, but you meant so much to me. We loved each other. That was all that mattered. Nothing else did. It was you and me. Remember? Just come back. You know, I'm pregnant. I was going to tell you on our next date. We were going to be that family we both dreamed of. The family that loved each other and loved their children. Things would have been hard. We would have had to tell people, but we could have been together. That's what we wanted. Please, just come back. Please. I need you. The baby needs you. This is going to be hard. Just come back. Please, please, come back to me." She couldn't stop her tear flow. "I loved you so much. Please." She wailed. But he wouldn't be back. He was gone. Gone forever.
"You won't ever know your baby. You won't ever have that family, will you? Because you had to be stupid. You had to try to protect me! I can do that myself! You should have known that. Why?!" Sydney slapped the ground in front of her. She sobbed and wailed and she heard someone come up behind her. She looked up and found a priest standing over her.
"My daughter, are you okay?"
"No." She sobbed.
The priest knelt next to her.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"He's gone."
"Mr. Sark?"
"Yes. Gone. Before he even knew."
"Knew what, my daughter?"
"That I was pregnant. He would have been happy, you know. Most people would think he would have been angry. He didn't exactly seem like the child type, but he would have been ecstatic. He loved me."
"I'm sure he did."
"He would have taken care of both of us."
"Yes, my daughter."
"But he's gone."
"He'll always be with you."
"No. He left. Just like everyone always does. They always die. One minute their great and then poof, their life just flickers out. No one even notices usually."
Her eyes were dull now, void of pain, void of life.
"Thank you, father."
Sydney stood up.
"Thank you." She felt her pager go off. It was Kendall.
"I have to go now." Her voice was eerie. The priest stood up worriedly.
"Can I help you?"
"No. No one can. He was the only one." Sydney left the graveyard quickly.