Author's Notes: HEY everyone! Thank you for the reviews and A HAPPY NEW
YEAR! I thought I would squeeze this chapter out before the New Year! Enjoy
reading it! I'm not sure whether or not to continue it after this, but any
reviews and suggestions should be greatly appreciated. BTW- My other fic,
Usual Adventures, will not be updated until next weekend. sorry!
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias are owned by those who respectively created them- ABC and the writers of Alias.
You know as I was sitting, hugging Sark, I realized something. What was I doing? Had I gone crazy? So I quickly pulled away.
"What?" he asks.
"You know what? I'm going to go for a breather up on top of the elevator, so how about you boost me up? Or I'll break your kneecaps," I tell him.
"All right, then," he says and gets up right after I do. He helps me up and it's a cold feeling I get when I get into the elevator shaft. I look around first, determining that he wasn't pulling my tongue and we couldn't get out. I sat down and just took time to admire the great vastness that was the shaft. Then, I heard a noise.
"You going to let me join you?" he asks from below.
"Fine," I say disgusted. This was supposed to be my quiet time away from him.
I helped him up and he sat down next to me on top of the elevator. I watched his expressions change from nervous to being more relaxed. It was interesting.
"It's a lot more cooler up here," he says.
"It's nice," I reply. It was touching that he was actually trying to have small talk between us.
"I wonder if they realize we're gone," I then say.
"Most likely, and if my suspicions are correct, my guess is that Sloane is having a conniption because he can't find me," he then adds.
"Probably," I add.
"What time is it?" he asks.
I look at my watch, "It's almost seven."
"We've been in here for almost an hour?" he asks me.
"Hard to believe, isn't it? Feels more like two days."
"Ah, in your perspective," he says.
"Oh really?" I reply.
We both sit motionless for a few minutes and I was starting to get restless. I stood up on the top of the elevator and started to jog in place to get my legs moving.
"What are you doing?" he asks me.
"Getting blood back in my legs, plus it's more eventful than sitting there staring into space," I reply.
He stands up and starts to do the same as I had. We were both jogging in place on top of an elevator. Quite the hysterical experience if I had anything to say about it.
We both stop at the same time and erupt in laughter. We slink back down to the ground and are laughing pretty hard.
"I never imagined you as the funny type," I tell him.
"And you as well," he replies.
"That, was funny though," I tell him.
"I would happen to agree," he says to me.
"Do you want to go back down in the elevator? Try the phone again?" I ask him.
"We should," he says.
I crawl into the elevator first and sit back on the floor next to the elevator phone and watch as Sark gets back down, but leaves the roof panel open for air.
I pick up the phone and finally get an answer on the other side. I tell the man that there is two people stuck in the elevator and he said they are working on the problem, but that the elevator all of a sudden stopped working, my luck, wasn't it?
"Well, what did the man say?" he asks.
"They're working on it," I tell him.
"That's it?"
"They don't know what happened, but they are working on it," I re- tell him.
"You frustrate me, Sydney," Sark tells me.
"Oh really now? Do I?"
"Yes, you do," he adds.
At that moment, we both felt the elevator shift and start moving slowly up the shaft. We both stood up and tried to collect our stuff. As soon as the elevator returned to the top, a man from SD-6 was there and quickly ushered us both to an area in the back.
We walk into a conference room on the lobby floor of Credit Dauphine and Sloane walks in no more than two minutes later.
"I hope you have a good explanation for this," Sark tells him.
"The elevator was shut down by an unknown cause," Sloane tells us.
"Are we free to go?" I ask Sloane.
"Of course, I just wanted to make sure you two made it through without causing bodily harm to another," Sloane says.
"Of course, Sydney and I get along fine," Sark tells him and I give a weak smile in response.
"Well, it's Friday, and I have the weekend ahead of me, so excuse me," I say and head towards the door. I get outside when I feel a hand grasp mine.
"Thanks Sydney, for being bearable," Sark says.
"Always a pleasure," I sarcastically reply and head out the door.
I was driving home and pondered the whole ordeal. Spending time with Sark wasn't as bad as I thought it could be. He was certainly a mysterious guy that I wasn't going to get a lot out of anytime soon. I figured I would have time to understand him a little bit further in the next few weeks.
~~Review, please! Should I continue this at all? Any suggestions. and a Happy New Year!~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias are owned by those who respectively created them- ABC and the writers of Alias.
You know as I was sitting, hugging Sark, I realized something. What was I doing? Had I gone crazy? So I quickly pulled away.
"What?" he asks.
"You know what? I'm going to go for a breather up on top of the elevator, so how about you boost me up? Or I'll break your kneecaps," I tell him.
"All right, then," he says and gets up right after I do. He helps me up and it's a cold feeling I get when I get into the elevator shaft. I look around first, determining that he wasn't pulling my tongue and we couldn't get out. I sat down and just took time to admire the great vastness that was the shaft. Then, I heard a noise.
"You going to let me join you?" he asks from below.
"Fine," I say disgusted. This was supposed to be my quiet time away from him.
I helped him up and he sat down next to me on top of the elevator. I watched his expressions change from nervous to being more relaxed. It was interesting.
"It's a lot more cooler up here," he says.
"It's nice," I reply. It was touching that he was actually trying to have small talk between us.
"I wonder if they realize we're gone," I then say.
"Most likely, and if my suspicions are correct, my guess is that Sloane is having a conniption because he can't find me," he then adds.
"Probably," I add.
"What time is it?" he asks.
I look at my watch, "It's almost seven."
"We've been in here for almost an hour?" he asks me.
"Hard to believe, isn't it? Feels more like two days."
"Ah, in your perspective," he says.
"Oh really?" I reply.
We both sit motionless for a few minutes and I was starting to get restless. I stood up on the top of the elevator and started to jog in place to get my legs moving.
"What are you doing?" he asks me.
"Getting blood back in my legs, plus it's more eventful than sitting there staring into space," I reply.
He stands up and starts to do the same as I had. We were both jogging in place on top of an elevator. Quite the hysterical experience if I had anything to say about it.
We both stop at the same time and erupt in laughter. We slink back down to the ground and are laughing pretty hard.
"I never imagined you as the funny type," I tell him.
"And you as well," he replies.
"That, was funny though," I tell him.
"I would happen to agree," he says to me.
"Do you want to go back down in the elevator? Try the phone again?" I ask him.
"We should," he says.
I crawl into the elevator first and sit back on the floor next to the elevator phone and watch as Sark gets back down, but leaves the roof panel open for air.
I pick up the phone and finally get an answer on the other side. I tell the man that there is two people stuck in the elevator and he said they are working on the problem, but that the elevator all of a sudden stopped working, my luck, wasn't it?
"Well, what did the man say?" he asks.
"They're working on it," I tell him.
"That's it?"
"They don't know what happened, but they are working on it," I re- tell him.
"You frustrate me, Sydney," Sark tells me.
"Oh really now? Do I?"
"Yes, you do," he adds.
At that moment, we both felt the elevator shift and start moving slowly up the shaft. We both stood up and tried to collect our stuff. As soon as the elevator returned to the top, a man from SD-6 was there and quickly ushered us both to an area in the back.
We walk into a conference room on the lobby floor of Credit Dauphine and Sloane walks in no more than two minutes later.
"I hope you have a good explanation for this," Sark tells him.
"The elevator was shut down by an unknown cause," Sloane tells us.
"Are we free to go?" I ask Sloane.
"Of course, I just wanted to make sure you two made it through without causing bodily harm to another," Sloane says.
"Of course, Sydney and I get along fine," Sark tells him and I give a weak smile in response.
"Well, it's Friday, and I have the weekend ahead of me, so excuse me," I say and head towards the door. I get outside when I feel a hand grasp mine.
"Thanks Sydney, for being bearable," Sark says.
"Always a pleasure," I sarcastically reply and head out the door.
I was driving home and pondered the whole ordeal. Spending time with Sark wasn't as bad as I thought it could be. He was certainly a mysterious guy that I wasn't going to get a lot out of anytime soon. I figured I would have time to understand him a little bit further in the next few weeks.
~~Review, please! Should I continue this at all? Any suggestions. and a Happy New Year!~~ Masquerade
