Blue Coincidences
Chapter 4 Being Honest
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Sark's eyes lit up.
"Now tell me exactly what your mother said to you when she gave you the necklace."
Sydney inwardly groaned. She was still in her expensive black dress, and her high-heeled strap shoes were cutting into her feet.
"I don't know! That was a long time ago!"
"You've got to remember." Sark said, his forehead wrinkling in deep thought. "Or else you can stay attached to that chair until you do."
A surge of resentment flew through Sydney and she stomped her feet angrily.
"I don't remember! And I won't remember, at least not until you un-cuff me!"
She was trying her approach at buying her way out of the cuffs again.
Sark pressed his finger up to his ear and talked into the hidden radio. "Station a dozen guards around the entrance. I'm releasing agent Bristow's handcuffs. Tell them that if by some mere chance she escapes that she is to be shot dead."
Sydney rolled her eyes. How ridiculous. She had already determined that Sark didn't have a gun in the room with him, that the door was locked and hardly able to be broken down, seeing as how it was metal, and the window was unbreakable. The least she could do was strangle Sark. Which wasn't going to get her very far.
Sark continued, "And send in some clothes and food."
Almost immediately, the chute under the window opened, and a bundle of clothes were pushed through, followed by some simple tennis shoes, and then finally a tray of food.
Sark stood up and walked around Sydney, taking the small cuff key from his pocket.
"I'm not going to tolerate stupidity, Sydney. So don't try anything cute." He said, his voice low and steady.
Sydney felt the click of the lock, and let Sark remove them fully, and come back around to sit down again, before pulling her arms around to the front.
There were red rings around her wrists, and before she knew what was happening, Sark had reached out and grabbed one of her hands.
"Just to get the blood flowing again."
And with strong, agile fingers, he gently massaged her wrist as Sydney watched with mixed emotions.
He smiled up at her, actually smiled as though they were on a date or something.
Sydney tore her arm away from him, his touch was just too much, and his eager eyes would lead to no good.
"I can do it myself." She murmured.
Sark stood up, stared down at Sydney for a moment to long for her comfort, and then walked swiftly and surely over to the table. He grabbed the bundle of clothes and food.
He held the food and tossed Sydney the bundle. It consisted of some soft, designer jeans, and a plain white shirt.
"I'm sure you're uncomfortable. You can change now if you would like." Sark said, still standing with the food, like it was a normal thing for girls to undress in front of him.
"Since when are you concerned with how comfortable I am?" Sydney replied harshly. "Get out then."
Sark nodded to the divider in the corner of the room. "Dress back there. I'll turn around to if it makes a difference."
Sydney glared at his attempt of generosity. But the dreadful shoes were killing her, and the dress wasn't really made for sitting around in a prison room.
Finally she stood up, meeting eye-level with Sark.
"I wasn't lying earlier when I said that you looked beautiful tonight. I almost wanted to take you to dinner myself." He smirked.
"I wouldn't be caught dead in public with you." Sydney cut back.
Sark didn't drop his smirk. He handed Sydney the tennis shoes, and she turned abruptly to the divider.
As she had guessed, a sort of bathroom lay behind it. At least there was a toilet and an old porcelain sink too. She quickly shed the dress, slipped on the shirt, which fitted perfectly and comfortably, then unlaced her heels. She threw the dress over the divider, and then slipped on the jeans and tennis shoes. They were also the right size.
It was then that she remembered the object Vaughn had slipped to her. She reached into her bra, and fished around for it. After feeling something metal touch her fingers, she brought it out and stared. It was his apartment key. She didn't know what good a key was going to do her, but at least she still felt that she had a part of someone she knew with her. The loneliness wouldn't be quite as hard anymore, as long as she was alive anyway.
Reluctantly she slipped the key back into her bra and stepped out.
Sark was still there, patiently holding her dinner.
He raised his eyebrows as she went to sit down. "Better?"
"I'm still here, so no."
One part of his mouth curled upward in amusement. He thrust the food at her.
"I'm not hungry."
"Are you tired?"
"No."
"Will you answer some of my questions?"
"No."
Sark slammed the dinner onto the table in a fashion of anger and impatience.
"I'll be back later. And you will tell me."
"You'd have to kill me first."
Sark gave her a look like he wouldn't mind killing her, radioed in for the door to be opened, slipped through and left. Sydney watched the door slam close in the blink of an eye.
She screamed in frustration and beat her hands against the wall.
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Sark held the enchanting opal delicately in his hands and stared long and hard at it.
What secret did this long-lost Rambaldi artifact hold? Irina Bristow had told them of the necklace, and that it was in Sydney's possession, but she had refused to stay once they had made plans to take it from Sydney.
Irina had exchanged the information for the freedom to leave, although she would stay loyal to Sloane, of that he was sure. He felt that she didn't want to be around them when she knew that her only daughter was locked up not far away.
Sark felt Sloane approach, and glanced up.
"Magnificent isn't it?" Sloane said, referring to the necklace.
"I've never seen anything like it." Sark agreed. "I just wish we knew how to work it. Is there nothing in the manuscript about it?"
Sloane sighed. "Unfortunately there isn't much. It only said, that the one who wears it knows the secret."
"But Sydney says that she knows nothing. And I don't think it's an act." Sark argued.
"You're going to have to push her. It was a long time ago. I wish I hadn't allowed Irina to leave until we were sure that we knew all of this opal's secrets."
"You haven't heard anything from her then?" Sark asked.
"No, she has disappeared." Sloane frowned. "It doesn't surprise me really. The woman won't stay put."
"Not many do." Sark said.
The opal glittered innocently in his hand.
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Sydney sat down on the hard bed. She had let her emotions take control of her common sense, and the results showed plainly on her hands. Screaming and beating on the door wasn't going to help any. It had been irrational, and she chastised herself. And now she had bloody hands to show for it.
There was a towel next to the sink, and Sydney wet it, and wrapped it as best she could around both hands, applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding.
Some sense told her that she was being watched, and sure enough, there was Sark, staring in at her through the window.
The chute opened and a roll of gauze was pushed through. Sydney stared at it a moment, and then slowly walked over to the table and took it.
She caught Sark's eye for a moment as she turned away, but refused to give him any sort of thanks. Instead, she slumped down onto her hard mattress and did her best to wrap her hands with the bandages.
Suddenly the door swung open and he stepped quietly inside.
Sydney gave him her best glare, and turned back to her injured hands.
"Can I help?" Sark asked.
"Oh, like all of the other help you've given me so far?" Sydney asked sarcastically. "No thanks, I can handle it by myself."
Sark shrugged, and stood with his hands tucked into his pockets. Sydney found his stare annoying, and turned to snap at him. He walked up slowly, and for a second she forgot what she was about to say. Just his presence made her heart race.
He stood directly above her, those blue eyes taking in her lovely features.
Sydney fumbled with the gauze under his gaze. It frustrated her that he had such an effect on her mind and body.
"Are you sure you don't want help?" Sark asked again, his voice a soft whisper.
When Sydney didn't answer, he sunk onto the bed next to her, and gently pulled the bandages out of her shaking hand.
After perfectly wrapping her palms, Sark looked up. He ran his hand through Sydney's hair.
"There. Everything's okay now." He said softly.
"No it's not." Sydney replied, without any enthusiasm.
She went to stand up; she couldn't be so close to him for something wrong was bound to happen. But he caught her arm, and pulled her back down to him.
His lips crashed onto hers, and Sydney waited for her reflexes to kick in and push him away.
Oddly enough, no reflexes fought back. She gave in completely to Sark, savoring the flashes of heat that radiated between them. He craved her, and Sydney knew it. His hungry kiss gave it all away. He leaned in farther and pushed her down with surprising force.
Which was when Sydney's reflexes did kick in.
She rolled out from under him and onto the floor with a soft flump. She quickly stood up, her eyes a fiery blaze.
"Get out Sark!" She yelled, pointing to the door as he stood up. "How dare you try to take advantage of me!"
"I wasn't doing anything that you weren't replying back to!" Sark argued. He progressed towards her, and Sydney suddenly found herself up against the wall, with him only inches away.
"You can't stand it can you Sydney?" He asked, his tone frighteningly smooth. "You don't want to admit that you feel exactly the way I do."
Sydney stared at him in horror.
"If you think that I'm attracted to you, then your ego's much bigger than I thought!"
Sark only shook his head. "Your stubbornness can't hide the obvious truth."
Sydney feared the honesty of his statement.
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A/N: Thanks again to all reviewers!
Chapter 4 Being Honest
~*~*~*~*~
Sark's eyes lit up.
"Now tell me exactly what your mother said to you when she gave you the necklace."
Sydney inwardly groaned. She was still in her expensive black dress, and her high-heeled strap shoes were cutting into her feet.
"I don't know! That was a long time ago!"
"You've got to remember." Sark said, his forehead wrinkling in deep thought. "Or else you can stay attached to that chair until you do."
A surge of resentment flew through Sydney and she stomped her feet angrily.
"I don't remember! And I won't remember, at least not until you un-cuff me!"
She was trying her approach at buying her way out of the cuffs again.
Sark pressed his finger up to his ear and talked into the hidden radio. "Station a dozen guards around the entrance. I'm releasing agent Bristow's handcuffs. Tell them that if by some mere chance she escapes that she is to be shot dead."
Sydney rolled her eyes. How ridiculous. She had already determined that Sark didn't have a gun in the room with him, that the door was locked and hardly able to be broken down, seeing as how it was metal, and the window was unbreakable. The least she could do was strangle Sark. Which wasn't going to get her very far.
Sark continued, "And send in some clothes and food."
Almost immediately, the chute under the window opened, and a bundle of clothes were pushed through, followed by some simple tennis shoes, and then finally a tray of food.
Sark stood up and walked around Sydney, taking the small cuff key from his pocket.
"I'm not going to tolerate stupidity, Sydney. So don't try anything cute." He said, his voice low and steady.
Sydney felt the click of the lock, and let Sark remove them fully, and come back around to sit down again, before pulling her arms around to the front.
There were red rings around her wrists, and before she knew what was happening, Sark had reached out and grabbed one of her hands.
"Just to get the blood flowing again."
And with strong, agile fingers, he gently massaged her wrist as Sydney watched with mixed emotions.
He smiled up at her, actually smiled as though they were on a date or something.
Sydney tore her arm away from him, his touch was just too much, and his eager eyes would lead to no good.
"I can do it myself." She murmured.
Sark stood up, stared down at Sydney for a moment to long for her comfort, and then walked swiftly and surely over to the table. He grabbed the bundle of clothes and food.
He held the food and tossed Sydney the bundle. It consisted of some soft, designer jeans, and a plain white shirt.
"I'm sure you're uncomfortable. You can change now if you would like." Sark said, still standing with the food, like it was a normal thing for girls to undress in front of him.
"Since when are you concerned with how comfortable I am?" Sydney replied harshly. "Get out then."
Sark nodded to the divider in the corner of the room. "Dress back there. I'll turn around to if it makes a difference."
Sydney glared at his attempt of generosity. But the dreadful shoes were killing her, and the dress wasn't really made for sitting around in a prison room.
Finally she stood up, meeting eye-level with Sark.
"I wasn't lying earlier when I said that you looked beautiful tonight. I almost wanted to take you to dinner myself." He smirked.
"I wouldn't be caught dead in public with you." Sydney cut back.
Sark didn't drop his smirk. He handed Sydney the tennis shoes, and she turned abruptly to the divider.
As she had guessed, a sort of bathroom lay behind it. At least there was a toilet and an old porcelain sink too. She quickly shed the dress, slipped on the shirt, which fitted perfectly and comfortably, then unlaced her heels. She threw the dress over the divider, and then slipped on the jeans and tennis shoes. They were also the right size.
It was then that she remembered the object Vaughn had slipped to her. She reached into her bra, and fished around for it. After feeling something metal touch her fingers, she brought it out and stared. It was his apartment key. She didn't know what good a key was going to do her, but at least she still felt that she had a part of someone she knew with her. The loneliness wouldn't be quite as hard anymore, as long as she was alive anyway.
Reluctantly she slipped the key back into her bra and stepped out.
Sark was still there, patiently holding her dinner.
He raised his eyebrows as she went to sit down. "Better?"
"I'm still here, so no."
One part of his mouth curled upward in amusement. He thrust the food at her.
"I'm not hungry."
"Are you tired?"
"No."
"Will you answer some of my questions?"
"No."
Sark slammed the dinner onto the table in a fashion of anger and impatience.
"I'll be back later. And you will tell me."
"You'd have to kill me first."
Sark gave her a look like he wouldn't mind killing her, radioed in for the door to be opened, slipped through and left. Sydney watched the door slam close in the blink of an eye.
She screamed in frustration and beat her hands against the wall.
~*~*~*~*~
Sark held the enchanting opal delicately in his hands and stared long and hard at it.
What secret did this long-lost Rambaldi artifact hold? Irina Bristow had told them of the necklace, and that it was in Sydney's possession, but she had refused to stay once they had made plans to take it from Sydney.
Irina had exchanged the information for the freedom to leave, although she would stay loyal to Sloane, of that he was sure. He felt that she didn't want to be around them when she knew that her only daughter was locked up not far away.
Sark felt Sloane approach, and glanced up.
"Magnificent isn't it?" Sloane said, referring to the necklace.
"I've never seen anything like it." Sark agreed. "I just wish we knew how to work it. Is there nothing in the manuscript about it?"
Sloane sighed. "Unfortunately there isn't much. It only said, that the one who wears it knows the secret."
"But Sydney says that she knows nothing. And I don't think it's an act." Sark argued.
"You're going to have to push her. It was a long time ago. I wish I hadn't allowed Irina to leave until we were sure that we knew all of this opal's secrets."
"You haven't heard anything from her then?" Sark asked.
"No, she has disappeared." Sloane frowned. "It doesn't surprise me really. The woman won't stay put."
"Not many do." Sark said.
The opal glittered innocently in his hand.
~*~*~*~*~
Sydney sat down on the hard bed. She had let her emotions take control of her common sense, and the results showed plainly on her hands. Screaming and beating on the door wasn't going to help any. It had been irrational, and she chastised herself. And now she had bloody hands to show for it.
There was a towel next to the sink, and Sydney wet it, and wrapped it as best she could around both hands, applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding.
Some sense told her that she was being watched, and sure enough, there was Sark, staring in at her through the window.
The chute opened and a roll of gauze was pushed through. Sydney stared at it a moment, and then slowly walked over to the table and took it.
She caught Sark's eye for a moment as she turned away, but refused to give him any sort of thanks. Instead, she slumped down onto her hard mattress and did her best to wrap her hands with the bandages.
Suddenly the door swung open and he stepped quietly inside.
Sydney gave him her best glare, and turned back to her injured hands.
"Can I help?" Sark asked.
"Oh, like all of the other help you've given me so far?" Sydney asked sarcastically. "No thanks, I can handle it by myself."
Sark shrugged, and stood with his hands tucked into his pockets. Sydney found his stare annoying, and turned to snap at him. He walked up slowly, and for a second she forgot what she was about to say. Just his presence made her heart race.
He stood directly above her, those blue eyes taking in her lovely features.
Sydney fumbled with the gauze under his gaze. It frustrated her that he had such an effect on her mind and body.
"Are you sure you don't want help?" Sark asked again, his voice a soft whisper.
When Sydney didn't answer, he sunk onto the bed next to her, and gently pulled the bandages out of her shaking hand.
After perfectly wrapping her palms, Sark looked up. He ran his hand through Sydney's hair.
"There. Everything's okay now." He said softly.
"No it's not." Sydney replied, without any enthusiasm.
She went to stand up; she couldn't be so close to him for something wrong was bound to happen. But he caught her arm, and pulled her back down to him.
His lips crashed onto hers, and Sydney waited for her reflexes to kick in and push him away.
Oddly enough, no reflexes fought back. She gave in completely to Sark, savoring the flashes of heat that radiated between them. He craved her, and Sydney knew it. His hungry kiss gave it all away. He leaned in farther and pushed her down with surprising force.
Which was when Sydney's reflexes did kick in.
She rolled out from under him and onto the floor with a soft flump. She quickly stood up, her eyes a fiery blaze.
"Get out Sark!" She yelled, pointing to the door as he stood up. "How dare you try to take advantage of me!"
"I wasn't doing anything that you weren't replying back to!" Sark argued. He progressed towards her, and Sydney suddenly found herself up against the wall, with him only inches away.
"You can't stand it can you Sydney?" He asked, his tone frighteningly smooth. "You don't want to admit that you feel exactly the way I do."
Sydney stared at him in horror.
"If you think that I'm attracted to you, then your ego's much bigger than I thought!"
Sark only shook his head. "Your stubbornness can't hide the obvious truth."
Sydney feared the honesty of his statement.
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A/N: Thanks again to all reviewers!
