Sydney never told. After that first meeting, both parties agreed that
it would be too dangerous and complicated. As far as everyone was
concerned, Sydney and her friend "Brian" went out for coffee every Tuesday.
Nobody ever questioned the story; it was pretty much the truth anyways. The
truth without details.
She discovered that in the two years that he had disappeared, Sark had finally sorted out his problems somewhat. Once he had stopped living within himself, muffled memories had emerged from their graves, torturing and eventually healing him. Syd never forgot the day that he told her openly about growing up in Northern Ireland, and the day that his entire family died in a terrorist attack while attending a funeral.
That day, "lunch" had lasted an hour longer than usual.
Sark still couldn't remember his real name. But at this point, it didn't matter anymore.
Syd often laughed to herself about how things had changed. There had been a time when she was sure that Sark would ruin her life. But now she still lived her life as usual, still came home to Vaughn, wrapping her in his arms. The only thing that had changed was that she gained one more person (besides Vaughn) that she could openly talk to about everything. There were very few people she knew who empathized with her life, and Sark was one of them.
Eventually it got to the point where Syd hired Sark to work in the shop on occasion. She still went on the rare CIA mission, and when she was away efficiently kicking ass in the name of the USA, Sark was there to run the shop in her absence. Vaughn never visited when she was gone anyways.
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Sark looked up from his book as the shop door opened. It was Sydney, with a little 6-year old brown haired girl in tow. She smiled in greeting.
"Hello Syd. How was the mission?"
"Oh, you know, the usual threat of world destruction. Voice identification software, retinal scanner, disarming bombs, the works."
Sark laughed. "Sorry to hear that they've been getting boring." he looked down, acknowledging the little girl holding Sydney's hand.
"And who might you be?" Sark asked, smiling.
"Brian, meet Ella. Ella, this is my friend, Brian." Syd said.
"Hi!" She said excitedly. She looks just like her mother when she smiles, he thought.
"We're here to buy Ella her very first poetry book, Brian. Any suggestions?"
"Well, she's a little young yet for Neruda . . . ." Syd laughed at the inside joke. "I'd say Shel Silverstein would suit her perfectly."
He walked around the counter and stood By Ella and her mother.
"Let's go see what we have."
Ella smiled once more, and followed Sark and her mother towards the bookshelves.
THE END
A/N: S/S fans, please don't get pissed at me. I just can't see Sydney and Sark settling down into Volvo/Soccermom mode. Plus, let's face it, Sark is the coolest character ever, but he's also seriously screwed up. I would really lose respect for Sydney if she pursued a relationship with Sark, considering he's a sociopath AND nearly killed her best friend, Will. (Oh, and Note to Andi: The name "Sydney Vaughn" doesn't really work in my opinion, so I just had Syd keep her maiden name.) This is how I always wanted to end it, with them just becoming really good friends. Thanks for all the reviews! You guys were really helpful. I'm trying to churn out some other stuff too, so PLEASE read and review that stuff too. Thanks for reading!
She discovered that in the two years that he had disappeared, Sark had finally sorted out his problems somewhat. Once he had stopped living within himself, muffled memories had emerged from their graves, torturing and eventually healing him. Syd never forgot the day that he told her openly about growing up in Northern Ireland, and the day that his entire family died in a terrorist attack while attending a funeral.
That day, "lunch" had lasted an hour longer than usual.
Sark still couldn't remember his real name. But at this point, it didn't matter anymore.
Syd often laughed to herself about how things had changed. There had been a time when she was sure that Sark would ruin her life. But now she still lived her life as usual, still came home to Vaughn, wrapping her in his arms. The only thing that had changed was that she gained one more person (besides Vaughn) that she could openly talk to about everything. There were very few people she knew who empathized with her life, and Sark was one of them.
Eventually it got to the point where Syd hired Sark to work in the shop on occasion. She still went on the rare CIA mission, and when she was away efficiently kicking ass in the name of the USA, Sark was there to run the shop in her absence. Vaughn never visited when she was gone anyways.
_______________________________________
Sark looked up from his book as the shop door opened. It was Sydney, with a little 6-year old brown haired girl in tow. She smiled in greeting.
"Hello Syd. How was the mission?"
"Oh, you know, the usual threat of world destruction. Voice identification software, retinal scanner, disarming bombs, the works."
Sark laughed. "Sorry to hear that they've been getting boring." he looked down, acknowledging the little girl holding Sydney's hand.
"And who might you be?" Sark asked, smiling.
"Brian, meet Ella. Ella, this is my friend, Brian." Syd said.
"Hi!" She said excitedly. She looks just like her mother when she smiles, he thought.
"We're here to buy Ella her very first poetry book, Brian. Any suggestions?"
"Well, she's a little young yet for Neruda . . . ." Syd laughed at the inside joke. "I'd say Shel Silverstein would suit her perfectly."
He walked around the counter and stood By Ella and her mother.
"Let's go see what we have."
Ella smiled once more, and followed Sark and her mother towards the bookshelves.
THE END
A/N: S/S fans, please don't get pissed at me. I just can't see Sydney and Sark settling down into Volvo/Soccermom mode. Plus, let's face it, Sark is the coolest character ever, but he's also seriously screwed up. I would really lose respect for Sydney if she pursued a relationship with Sark, considering he's a sociopath AND nearly killed her best friend, Will. (Oh, and Note to Andi: The name "Sydney Vaughn" doesn't really work in my opinion, so I just had Syd keep her maiden name.) This is how I always wanted to end it, with them just becoming really good friends. Thanks for all the reviews! You guys were really helpful. I'm trying to churn out some other stuff too, so PLEASE read and review that stuff too. Thanks for reading!