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Blue Coincidences

Chapter 2 Truth
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Sydney closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. If she didn't calm herself, she would probably try to strangle Sark and get herself killed.

"What does my necklace have to do with anything?" She asked, working hard on keeping her hands away from Sark's neck.

Sark eyed the jewelry with a lust like Sydney had never seen before.

"Everything." He said, as if it was obvious. "I know who gave it to you."

Sydney's head snapped up and she stared at Sark with disdain. He couldn't know. . . . but then again, Sydney's mother had just disappeared. Her father expected that she had planned it all along, conveniently using the CIA to get one of the Rambaldi artifacts and then collaborating with Sloane.

The only way Sark could know about the necklace would be through her . . . .

"Your mother?"

Sark had been speaking quietly for a moment, naming the same person she had finally put trust in, only to have her turn on her. Then again, maybe she had turned long before Sydney had ever received the necklace. Maybe her mother had planned this out a very long time ago. . . .

Sark's words brought her back to the present.

"Although the necklace looks so delicious around your neck it's going to be hard taking it off."

Sydney suddenly felt sick. She suddenly didn't care if Sark took the necklace from her or not.

"My mother. . . ." She began, her voice faltering for a second. "Did she give me the necklace when I was only a child, the whole time having a scheme like this in mind?"

She hadn't really expected Sark to answer her muttered question.

"I doubt she planned for it to happen exactly like this. . . . but if it works. . . ."

"What is it then?" Sydney snapped. "The necklace, I mean."

"Why it's the final piece to the puzzle." Sark said, giving Sydney a strange glance. "I would have thought that you knew."

"Knew what?" She retorted harshly.

Sark hesitated, but covered it by smirking broadly instead.

"That you have one of Rambaldi's most prized artifacts around your neck."

His words stunned Sydney. She fell back speechless against the leather seat in deep thought, for a moment forgetting the pressing predicament she was in.

How could her mother do that? Leave a necklace that dangerous in a child's possession.

Sydney picked up the opal and stared into it, wondering what power it held that Sark found so important. Maybe it was a key of some sort, or maybe there was a hidden compartment in it. She ran her fingers swiftly over it, feeling for hidden cracks or switches but found nothing.

Feeling Sark's gaze on her again, she looked into his brilliant blue eyes, watching them glitter as the light hit them exactly the right way. . . . just like the opal.

The shadows on his face made his eyes stand out even more, and Sydney stared at him stupidly, lost in her own grief and shock.

"Sydney." He said, her name flowing easily off his tongue. He laid his hand on top of hers, and she resisted pulling away, even though his touched seem to burn her skin like fire. "Let's make this easy. Just hand me the necklace and sit quietly as we ride and everything will be fine."

Why not? Sydney asked herself. Everything was so screwed up in her life. The necklace didn't mean anything to her anymore . . . . and neither did her mother. She had used an innocent little child, putting Sydney's own life in danger for her own mother's selfish reasons. What would it hurt to just give Sark the necklace and hope to get away as soon as possible?

Then common sense seemed to hit her. Giving Sark the opal was a very stupid idea, and could cost hundreds of other innocent lives for all she knew. Sark obviously needed it for important reasons, or else he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble. She couldn't let him have it . . . . no agent in their right mind would willfully give Mr. Sark a Rambaldi artifact, if that's really what it was.

Sark was still waiting for her answer, watching her with great interest.

"No." Sydney said firmly, wrapping her fingers tightly around the opal. "Not while I'm still alive."

"Be careful what you ask for, Miss Bristow. It can surely be arranged."

His tone had become threatening and angry. He was clinching and releasing his fists, his fingers itching for the necklace. . . . his fingers longing to touch Sydney.

Sydney slid silently away from him, careful not to back herself up in a corner, but still wary of her surroundings.

She knew where the gun was tucked into his black coat, she had secretly watched him put it away.

"Sydney, you can't win here." His voice was becoming even more stressed. "Let me help you take it off."

Sark leaped at her, standing as well as he could in the limo, and holding Sydney firmly against the seat with both hands. His face was only inches away from her own, and Sydney could smell his after-shave.

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered.

Sydney could see the gun, as he leaned over.

"Okay." She said evenly. "Help me un-clasp it."

Big mistake. He had followed her train of thought exactly as Sydney reached for the gun.

He caught her hand as it dived into his jacket, and gripped it with force, throwing her back again and straddling her against himself and the seat.

"I didn't want to have to do this. But you give me no choice."

She breathed heavily, his wait was crushing her, and his touch was sending unwanted emotions through her body.

He kept his gaze on her the whole time as he grabbed her hair, reached around her neck, and released the necklace. It fell into his greedy hands and he smiled triumphantly.

"Pity," He began, his tone dominant and deep. "Now I have to get off you."

Sydney glared at him with hate, and he ran his hand down the side of her face, making her body tremble with what she hoped was disgust. . . . although she knew it wasn't the truth. Sark definitely wasn't hard on the eyes.

His smile broadened with satisfaction as he felt Sydney quaver at his touch. She wanted to kill herself right then, but could only sit with helplessness.

"Get off me." She said, using the best threatening tone that she could. "Or I'll . . . . "

"You'll what?" Sark taunted, but relenting and moving slowly off the straddling position.

Sydney didn't answer, but this time she did back into the corner of the limo, sinking into the shadows to avoid having to see Sark's smirk.

But still she felt his blue eyes on her. . . . always watching.
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