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Blue Coincidences

Chapter 6 Forbidden Desires

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It was over.

That's all Sydney could say to calm herself. It was like being in a dream. Nothing seemed real. How could she have really allowed Sark to know the secret of the opal? What had the shred of paper that had been hidden in the center of the opal said?

After Sark had taken the paper from her, he had thrown her back into her cell, and now there were guards outside the window, constantly watching her.

She wouldn't have had the strength to try and escape again anyway. She kept reliving the moment when the opal had shattered like glass in her hand. It was so strange, the pieces flew everywhere, like a bomb had just blasted it. And the most peculiar part had been what was left in her hand, what the opal had concealed for hundreds of years.

A simple sheet of paper. From what Sydney had seen of it, the paper had looked thick and yellow, signs of being very old, and strange symbols had been written on it. It had looked like Rambaldi's own writing.

The key to immortality had rested in her hands.

And now it rested in Sarks.
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Sloane took the paper out of Sark's hands with trembling fingers.

"This is it then?" Sloane asked. "This is what the opal was hiding?"

"Yes," Sark began eagerly. He pointed to the tiny symbols written in black ink on the small, tattered piece of paper. "We haven't been able to decipher them yet, but the specialists are working on it. I think all the translations are in the manuscript that Derevko brought us."

"What do you think they mean?" Sloane was bent over, studying the symbols with a magnifying glass.

"I think they are the formulas we've needed. If they are the formulas, then the only thing left to do would be to gather the chemicals. Then, with the formulas we can combine them correctly to make our little potion. We'll be able to use it in an injection."

Sloane nodded in understanding. "Rambaldi had everything except computers and the right chemicals. He could have mastered immortality a long time ago, were it not for lack of correct resources in his time."

He smiled up at Sark tiredly. "You are lucky to still be young and handsome. But with the immortality injection, I will be healthy and so will Emily. We will live forever, and everyone on the face of earth will want some. In one-hundred years we could possibly be the richest people in all of history."

"People will do anything to avoid death." Sark stated.

"Yes, we are pathetic creatures, humans." Sloane said, placing the Rambaldi paper in his briefcase. "I have to go check up on how they are coming along with deciphering the symbols."

Sark nodded.

Then as an afterthought, Sloane asked, "Have you found anything on Irina's whereabouts?"

Sark hesitated. He hadn't told Sloane about the short conversation, and attempt at blackmail that Derevko had pulled earlier.

"She called me."

"What?" Sloane stopped abruptly.

"Yes," Sark continued unwillingly. "But she wouldn't reveal where she was. I don't think she'll come back until we've finished with Sydney. I think it makes her feel guilty."

Sloane narrowed his eyes in thought. "And what did she say?"

"She warned me not to harm Sydney."

Sloane's briefcase fell back onto his desk with a clatter. Sark could see him trying to control his anger. "Is she threatening to disclose our location to the CIA?"

He had hit it right on the nail. "Unfortunately so, sir." Sark lowered his head. "I think she will too. Unless we free Sydney unharmed."

"Take me to see Agent Bristow."
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Sydney could sense their presence like never before. They were coming closer and closer to her cell. The familiar clop as Sark's shoes hit the floor, and the easiness in which he walked. And the proud air and fake dignity in which Sloane entered a room. They had both come to see her.

Revenge.

It was a sweet, sweet thing. Sydney's thoughts cherished the word. She envisioned killing them herself, ridding the world of their greedy minds, and escaping to the freedom that she probably would never have; unless freed by death. As gratifying as revenge sounded, Sydney's common sense and keen awareness hit her with full force. She needed to think first; she had made too many stupid mistakes already. No more mistakes.

With that resolution in mind, she turned to face the two men she hated most.

Silence filled her ears like the roar of the sea.

Sloane stared at her with a mixture of joy and pain. Sark just looked overly satisfied with himself; he was dressed in a new suit, and stood rigidly behind Sloane, hands clasped together behind his back. Sydney figured he held a gun there- probably a small revolver.

"I just came to thank you, Sydney." Sloane finally spoke, his rough voice making her cringe with hate. "We were glad to finally have you cooperate."

"I did no such thing." Sydney retorted, furious that he would include her as a benefactor to their corrupt scheme. "I will not have you thinking that I am one to thank for your work. It's illegal and wrong, and you won't get away with it. If you want to thank anyone, thank my mother." She said 'mother' with disgust, proving to Sloane and Sark that she would never be like that. That she would never help a criminal with her own free will.

"Ah, funny that you should bring up your mother." Sloane continued, appearing not to have changed emotions in the slightest bit. "She made kind of a deal with Mr. Sark for your sake."

"I don't need anything from her." Sydney said, turning away and pacing the room like a caged tiger.

"Don't be so hasty Miss Bristow. You might want to hear what she's proposed. . ." He paused. "Not that you have much choice in that matter anyway." He chuckled to himself jovially, and Sydney threw her best glare at them both.

"She wants us to release you unharmed."

Sydney stopped pacing. Was he lying? There was no way that he would release her. . .she had seen and knew too much. But then again, Sark had told her that Irina had refused to stay while Sydney was in their possession, and that they had no idea where she was. Maybe her mother was trying to help.

"I would not have chosen to release you, although I don't think that I would have had the heart to kill you." Sark used that fatherly expression on Sydney. "You are so dear to me Sydney, such an extraordinary girl."

Sydney wanted to spit on him.

"But your mother has made it clear to us what she wants." He continued. Sark was still standing in the background, taking it all in. "So, I'll leave you with this warning. Don't try looking for us, Sydney. Don't interfere anymore or I will be forced to eradicate you and your father."

Sydney was waiting for, 'and your little dog too'.

Instead Sloane turned back to the door, giving Sark some sort of signal with the wave of his hand. "Good-bye Sydney." Sloane said. "Live your life. Don't waste it searching for me. . . after all, you don't live forever."

She could see him smiling as he left and heard him murmur, "But I will."

The door closed behind him and she was left alone with Sark.
Sark brought his hands from behind his back, and Sydney was surprised to see a small plastic box of some sort instead of a gun. He set it down on the table, and shrugged off his coat before he leaned against the wall, folding his arms neatly over his chest. Glancing upward at the ceiling tiles he smiled in amusement, probably at the thought of Sydney's previous attempted escape.

"Sloane is right, Sydney. You are extraordinary. I have only one question though." He paused as if expecting her to prod him on.

When she stood in silence, the glare still plastered to her face, he continued smoothly.

"How did you get that bloody chair detached?" He waved his hand at the chair that still rested on top of the table. The chair that she had used to reach the ceiling tile.

Sydney didn't reply. She wasn't going to have him take away the only memory she had of her life, not to mention her only weapon.

"I'm thinking Miss Bristow here had something we didn't know about." He left the wall and began walking towards her. Sydney stood her ground. "What has Miss Bristow been hiding?" His tone was sickeningly sweet and calculating.

He stood only inches away from her now. She hated him for being so handsome. She hated herself for the way he made her feel when he walked into the room. And she hated that she could no longer remember what Vaughn's face looked like; the memory had been replaced with a clearer one of Sark.

"Tell me Miss Bristow. Don't make me search for it."

"It's Sydney." She surprised even herself by commanding Sark to use her first name. "What's yours?"

"My what?" Sark asked, his train of concentration broken.

"Your first name. I think I have the right to know what the first name of my captor is."

He held her gaze in apparent surprise, but never missing a beat. "It sounds like to me, Sydney, that you want to know more about the man you kissed several times."

Sydney started to retort in annoyance, but Sark continued.

"I didn't think you wanted to get to know me. Remember when we worked together at SD-6? Every time I tried to make conversation with you, I was pushed away."

"That's because I knew that you were an foul terrorist with nothing better to do than annoy your so called colleague."

Sark smirked and grabbed Sydney's hand. Bringing it up to his lips he kissed her fingers, watching her over the top of her hand.

"You're the one who wanted to know my first name." He whispered.

Sydney wanted to jerk her hand away, but she couldn't. That in itself was entirely frustrating.

"And you have yet to reveal your name." Sydney whispered back, unsure of why they were bothering to whisper.

"There should be secrets in every relationship."

"We aren't in a relationship!" Sydney was able to pull her hand away now. "And even if we were, you would have to tell me your first name! Why are you so difficult!?"

She couldn't believe how badly he irked her. "I'm going to be the one to kill you Sark." She stated threateningly. "And I will cherish that moment forever."

"Woah," Sark exclaimed. Sydney could tell that he was still finding the situation amusing. "First you want to know my name, and now you want to kill me? Way to pick up a guy."

"I'm not trying to 'pick up' any guys! I swear I will find you, hunt you down, destroy all your precious Rambaldi work, and laugh afterwards."

Everything was coming out in a big rush, and she could feel her face getting flustered.

"I don't like you Sark! Get over yourself!"

"Then prove it."

And without warning he grabbed her, throwing his arms around her waste, and meeting her lips. Her first reaction was to push away, but Sark would have none of that, and Sydney realized that she wanted it too. So she gave into his kiss, breathing in his scent, and running a hand through his hair, and finally wrapping her arms around his neck.

They fit together perfectly, and he took control of the kiss. His hands slid up her waste and between them, and Sydney realized a second to late where they were headed.

But as she tore away from him, he already had it.

"Ah ha!" He cried, holding the key up that he had retrieved from her bra. "I knew you where hiding something."

Sydney slapped him.

His expression never changed, like the red hand mark across his cheek hadn't affected him at all.

"So this is how you unscrewed that chair from the floor." He continued as Sydney silently fumed. "Very clever Sydney."

"You are inconceivable." Sydney said in loathing. "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me!? And give that back!"

"You enjoyed that just as much as I did Sydney, no need denying it. And I think I'll keep the key, thank you very much."

He turned and walked to the table. Sydney clenched and unclenched her fists. Sark laid the key on the table and picked up the thin, black plastic box he had first set there.

"I've been ordered to take care of your removal. I really am glad that we aren't going to have to kill you. Won't you consider the offer I have given you so many times before and come work for me?"

Sydney snorted. "I'd rather work in LA's sewers."

Sark never let his expression change. "Maybe one day you'll come to your senses and realize that the unlawful life is the good life."

"Maybe one day I'll kick your ass." Sydney said sarcastically.

"Alright then," Sark said, as if she were missing out big time. "Have it your way."

He opened the box and Sydney saw a syringe and small bottle of clear liquid.

"I hope your not thinking of sticking that in me." Sydney said.

"It's only a tranquilizing injection." Sark replied as he stuck the needle of the syringe into the small bottle and filled it.

"First you drug me after kidnapping me, then I faint, and now you're going to make me unconscious again? I don't think so. I'm going home fully awake."

"We can't have you seeing our facilities. You might just get the stupid idea of leading your little CIA friends back here. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which will it be?"

Sydney glanced past him to the window. Those guards were standing there, waiting for the command.

Sydney refrained from using the bad spout of language she wanted to say to Sark and rolled up her sleeve.

"Good."

Sark stuck the needle into her vein on her inner arm, and the contents were released into her bloodstream. Sydney didn't know where she would end up. She may never reach home. It could have been poison. But then again, nothing really mattered anymore. She had failed as an agent of the United States. The power of immortality now rested in the hands of two wanted criminals, and probably her mother, and she had not been able to stop it.

You can't always win, she thought to herself.

She took a long look at Sark, wondering if what they felt between one another was just lust. She couldn't possibly love a terrorist right? Not Sydney, she told herself. Sydney Bristow doesn't fall in love with people like Sark.

She was becoming delirious, she told herself. The stuff Sark had just put into her system was making her think crazy things. How could she even use the words 'love' and 'Sark' in the same sentence?

"It works pretty quickly." Sark was saying. It seemed like she was hearing him from a distance. "I guess this is good-bye Sydney."

She was staring into his blue eyes. They were so deep, and if you looked past the pain and anger that had blocked the beauty of them, it was like looking into a hidden compartment, filled with secrets and maybe even a bit of good.

It reminded Sydney of the opal. Both it and Sark's eyes burned so blue, and each had its secrets.

"What a coincidence." Sydney whispered. "A blue coincidence." Her words were beginning to slur; the tranquilizer was beginning to take effect.

"What?" Sark asked.

But she was out.

He caught her in his arms.

Right then Sark wanted to take back every nasty word he had ever said to Sydney.

Right then he wanted to take back his career decision so that he could be with her.

But right then he knew that wouldn't ever happen. She was gorgeous, but she wasn't evil. He was malicious and his life was set in that direction forever. He would never change, and she wouldn't either. Love wasn't something that could work between them.

Love between them was forbidden, but so tempting.

"My first name is Andrew." He whispered to Sydney's sleeping figure.
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~The End~

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A/N: Wait! Before you freak out on me, I want everyone to know that I am writing an epilogue. I just liked the ending like this, but don't worry, I'll wrap it up a little better in the epilogue. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

Obviously we don't know what Mr. Sark's first name is, because the show has yet to reveal that little fact. I have read several other fics that used Andrew as his first name, and I think it fits well enough. Hopefully, in the future, his real name will be told on Alias.

Special thanks to:

Piper: I'm so glad you enjoy my story! Thanks for the sweet review

nattie700: Thanks for your encouraging e-mail and reviews. I am actually writing the epilogue right now, and am using the facts you gave me on the opal. Thanks again.

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