Author: Vona
Title: Stay with Me
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it is still not mine. J.J. Abrams owns them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: S/S, W/F
Summary: It's the sequel to Come Back to Me. I wasn't going to write one, but everyone's wonderful reviews convinced me that there was something there. The repercussions of Sark's return. This is before Phase One, remember, so Francie is still alive and the Alliance still exists.
Feedback: I love it, so please do give me feedback.
Distribution: Just ask.
Stay with Me
Sydney woke up cradled in Sark's arms. She smiled and kissed his chest lightly. Sark's eyes popped open and found himself holding Sydney. It seemed too good to be true. "This isn't a dream, is it?"
Sydney shook her head, unable to speak. After months of believing him dead, she didn't want to ruin the moment. He stroked her soft, brown hair. She leaned up and just before their lips touched, a wail was heard. Sydney giggled.
"I have the feeling that's going to be a regular occurrence."
"I don't mind at all."
Sydney rolled out of bed, pulling her terry cloth robe on. She padded into the nursery and lifted their little girl out of her crib. "Hello, Mercy Baby. How are you this morning?" She rocked her back and forth and walked into the kitchen where Will and Francie were. "Good mornin'."
Francie had a mischievous look on her face and Will sipped his coffee slowly.
"You didn't come back out last night." Francie pointed out.
Sydney shrugged nonchalantly and grunted. Sark entered, holding his arms out to the newborn. Sydney placed her in his arms and poured them each a glass of juice.
"I'm on maternity leave for two weeks and then I have to go back to the bank."
Sark's face changed, a look of worry plainly on his face. Now was not the time discuss it, though. The door bell rang and Sydney shot him a look. He immediately retreated down the hall and she opened the front door.
"Dad!"
"Hello, Sydney." He stopped ackwardly in the foyer. Francie turned around the counter.
"Guess who showed up last night, Mr. Bristow!"
Will adeptly caught her around the waist and lowered his mouth onto hers. Francie was shut up, that much was for sure. Shocked, surprised, confused as well. Sydney smiled greatfully at her best friend and jerked her dad into the living room. Francie pulled away.
"What was that for?"
Will gave her an impish grin.
"Jack doesn't know who the father is. You almost gave it away."
Francie's face fell in disappointment. Will raised his hand to her cheek.
"If you want, this could happen again."
Francie's smile brightened the room. Will kissed her again, both friends discovering feelings for each other they never knew existed.
Jack sat down uncomfortably in an arm chair. "How are you feeling, Sydney?"
"I feel great. Mercy is absolutely perfect."
"I thought the same thing when you were born."
A heavy silence fell over the father and daughter.
"Where is Mercy?"
"In the nursery."
"May I go see her?"
"You want to see Mercy?" Sydney repeated, raising her voice. Jack nodded and Sydney led him down the corridor, speaking loudly the entire time. They entered the cool nursery and the only trace of Sark was the faint scent of his overpriced cologne, undetectable to everyone except Sydney, whose finely honed senses noticed the comforting aroma. Jack leaned over the basinet.
"Hello, Little One." He was every bit the doting grandfather. He may not have been the best father, but he intended to make up everything to his granddaughter. *beep beep beep* Jack checked his pager.
"Sloane needs to meet with me."
"Okay." Sydney impulsively hugged her dad. "Thanks for stopping by."
Jack nodded and left the house. Sydney watched Sark come out of the closet.
"We need to talk, Sweetheart."
"I know." She took a seat in the rocking chair and Sark knelt by her.
Sloane clasped his fingers together, making a teepee with his hands. Jack leaned back in the leather chair.
"Did you need something, Arvin?"
Sloane looked absolutely perplexed.
"We've received some intel that Mr. Sark is very much alive."
Jack felt his stomach tighten, but remained steady.
"Oh? Is it reliable?"
"Most likely. We've been given correct information from this source before."
"Did they give you a location?"
"No. They aren't sure where he is, but he is in the Greater Los Angeles area."
"I see." Jack said wisely, his mind flashing back to his meeting this morning with Sydney.
"I want you to investigate it, Jack. Use all your resources, your contacts. Find him. Make sure he's dead this time."
Sloane touched his head, impatiently. He stared at Jack, waiting for his response. Jack nodded slowly.
"It will be done."
Sloane dismissed his friend. Jack exited the office, digesting the information given to him by Sloane.
Sydney stared into Sark's eyes.
"What are you going to say?"
Foreboding washed through Sydney's body. Sark reached up and cupped her cheek.
"It isn't safe for me to be here."
"You want to leave already?"
"I don't want to, but I'll endanger your friends, you, and Mercy."
Sydney shook her head in immediate denial.
"Everyone thinks your dead."
"Exactly. When they find out I'm not, which inevetibly they will, they'll come after you two. They always do."
"Let me ask my dad for help. Or we can talk to my mother. I need you to stay with me."
"You think Jack Bristow will want to help me?"
"He'd want you to be there for me and Mercy."
"Wishful thinking, Sweetheart."
"Can I at least ask him?"
Sark sighed, unable to say no to her.
"If you want."
"I was planning to visit Mom today."
"Go ahead, then."
"You'll still be here when I get back, won't you?"
"I promise you I will."
Sydney kissed him softly, their lips melding together in the short kiss. She handed him Mercy so she could go take her shower.
Title: Stay with Me
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it is still not mine. J.J. Abrams owns them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: S/S, W/F
Summary: It's the sequel to Come Back to Me. I wasn't going to write one, but everyone's wonderful reviews convinced me that there was something there. The repercussions of Sark's return. This is before Phase One, remember, so Francie is still alive and the Alliance still exists.
Feedback: I love it, so please do give me feedback.
Distribution: Just ask.
Stay with Me
Sydney woke up cradled in Sark's arms. She smiled and kissed his chest lightly. Sark's eyes popped open and found himself holding Sydney. It seemed too good to be true. "This isn't a dream, is it?"
Sydney shook her head, unable to speak. After months of believing him dead, she didn't want to ruin the moment. He stroked her soft, brown hair. She leaned up and just before their lips touched, a wail was heard. Sydney giggled.
"I have the feeling that's going to be a regular occurrence."
"I don't mind at all."
Sydney rolled out of bed, pulling her terry cloth robe on. She padded into the nursery and lifted their little girl out of her crib. "Hello, Mercy Baby. How are you this morning?" She rocked her back and forth and walked into the kitchen where Will and Francie were. "Good mornin'."
Francie had a mischievous look on her face and Will sipped his coffee slowly.
"You didn't come back out last night." Francie pointed out.
Sydney shrugged nonchalantly and grunted. Sark entered, holding his arms out to the newborn. Sydney placed her in his arms and poured them each a glass of juice.
"I'm on maternity leave for two weeks and then I have to go back to the bank."
Sark's face changed, a look of worry plainly on his face. Now was not the time discuss it, though. The door bell rang and Sydney shot him a look. He immediately retreated down the hall and she opened the front door.
"Dad!"
"Hello, Sydney." He stopped ackwardly in the foyer. Francie turned around the counter.
"Guess who showed up last night, Mr. Bristow!"
Will adeptly caught her around the waist and lowered his mouth onto hers. Francie was shut up, that much was for sure. Shocked, surprised, confused as well. Sydney smiled greatfully at her best friend and jerked her dad into the living room. Francie pulled away.
"What was that for?"
Will gave her an impish grin.
"Jack doesn't know who the father is. You almost gave it away."
Francie's face fell in disappointment. Will raised his hand to her cheek.
"If you want, this could happen again."
Francie's smile brightened the room. Will kissed her again, both friends discovering feelings for each other they never knew existed.
Jack sat down uncomfortably in an arm chair. "How are you feeling, Sydney?"
"I feel great. Mercy is absolutely perfect."
"I thought the same thing when you were born."
A heavy silence fell over the father and daughter.
"Where is Mercy?"
"In the nursery."
"May I go see her?"
"You want to see Mercy?" Sydney repeated, raising her voice. Jack nodded and Sydney led him down the corridor, speaking loudly the entire time. They entered the cool nursery and the only trace of Sark was the faint scent of his overpriced cologne, undetectable to everyone except Sydney, whose finely honed senses noticed the comforting aroma. Jack leaned over the basinet.
"Hello, Little One." He was every bit the doting grandfather. He may not have been the best father, but he intended to make up everything to his granddaughter. *beep beep beep* Jack checked his pager.
"Sloane needs to meet with me."
"Okay." Sydney impulsively hugged her dad. "Thanks for stopping by."
Jack nodded and left the house. Sydney watched Sark come out of the closet.
"We need to talk, Sweetheart."
"I know." She took a seat in the rocking chair and Sark knelt by her.
Sloane clasped his fingers together, making a teepee with his hands. Jack leaned back in the leather chair.
"Did you need something, Arvin?"
Sloane looked absolutely perplexed.
"We've received some intel that Mr. Sark is very much alive."
Jack felt his stomach tighten, but remained steady.
"Oh? Is it reliable?"
"Most likely. We've been given correct information from this source before."
"Did they give you a location?"
"No. They aren't sure where he is, but he is in the Greater Los Angeles area."
"I see." Jack said wisely, his mind flashing back to his meeting this morning with Sydney.
"I want you to investigate it, Jack. Use all your resources, your contacts. Find him. Make sure he's dead this time."
Sloane touched his head, impatiently. He stared at Jack, waiting for his response. Jack nodded slowly.
"It will be done."
Sloane dismissed his friend. Jack exited the office, digesting the information given to him by Sloane.
Sydney stared into Sark's eyes.
"What are you going to say?"
Foreboding washed through Sydney's body. Sark reached up and cupped her cheek.
"It isn't safe for me to be here."
"You want to leave already?"
"I don't want to, but I'll endanger your friends, you, and Mercy."
Sydney shook her head in immediate denial.
"Everyone thinks your dead."
"Exactly. When they find out I'm not, which inevetibly they will, they'll come after you two. They always do."
"Let me ask my dad for help. Or we can talk to my mother. I need you to stay with me."
"You think Jack Bristow will want to help me?"
"He'd want you to be there for me and Mercy."
"Wishful thinking, Sweetheart."
"Can I at least ask him?"
Sark sighed, unable to say no to her.
"If you want."
"I was planning to visit Mom today."
"Go ahead, then."
"You'll still be here when I get back, won't you?"
"I promise you I will."
Sydney kissed him softly, their lips melding together in the short kiss. She handed him Mercy so she could go take her shower.