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**Sydney POV**
This time, I pulled back hastily. I wasn't going let him take advantage of me again. He wasn't going to act like it meant nothing, then go and kiss me again.
"Can we go back to the hotel?" is all I say to him. I walk back over to the car and I can tell out of the corner of my eye that he's standing, in awe. I jump in the car and he quickly gathers himself and also gets in the vehicle.
Not a word is spoken as we drive back to the hotel. I quickly get out of the car as soon as we arrive and go up to my room quickly. I took the stairs, I wanted the exercise, plus I wouldn't have to ride up the elevator with Sark. The elevator. that was one good moment we've had together.
When I got into my room, I changed into some more comfortable pajamas, got out of my horrendous dress that was bugging me, and made my way out to the balcony.
I brought out a book I had been reading, but it only had been placed on the table. I sat down in the not so comfortable patio furniture on the balcony and just stared out into the night sky. Everything that happened tonight was so awkward. How was I to work with him tomorrow? I could do what he had done in the first place, just ignore the fact and pretend it never happened. See how he feels.
I stopped a second. Since when had I turned so cold? So ruthless? Then again, I was only dealing with Sark and you had to be ruthless.
I got up to leave, but I heard the door open to the adjacent balcony and a person walk out onto it.
"Lovely night, isn't it?" his British accented voice tells me.
I turn around slightly and reply, "It's not too bad."
"Russia has this cold, peaceful air to it, doesn't it?" he says.
"It does," I add.
We stood in silence for a second, both looking out into the night, side by side. After a minute or two, I could feel him coming closer to my side. I stayed in the position, trying to ignore the fact he had moved.
"Sydney," he says.
I stood, quiet, allowing him to further the conversation.
"I don't know what to say to you," Sark adds.
"Well, isn't that a first," I mutter under my breath.
"Can we start over?" he asks me, quietly, as if he had been pondering the question for a long time.
"Start over?" I ask, finally turning my head to face his. "With all our history, I find that to be impossible."
"At least give me a second chance," he says, breaking out of his normally very professional mold to turn more quiet and reserved.
"I'm tired, it's been a long day, so I'm going to bed now," I say and briskly walk back in, once again, leaving myself with the upper hand in the situation. I had done that twice tonight, so I was rather pleased with myself. I didn't seem that vulnerable to Sark anymore, and it surely helped in working with him.
Right as I was to get into bed, I heard a subtle knock on my door. It couldn't be him, or could it? I walked over to the door, and sure enough, Sark stood, black and all, outside my door. I couldn't run from him, so I just opened the door.
"I don't like the fact you keep leaving the situation winning," he bluntly tells me.
"Aw, Sark doesn't like losing? Is that right?" I joke with him. Personally, I loved leaving the situation winning.
"Ms. Bristow, your making my nerves max out right now, so I would watch your back before I knock you out," he tells me very informatively.
"You wouldn't touch me if you were ordered to," I tell him in reply.
"Is that a challenge?" he asks me back.
"I'd rather it not be, considering we have to get up early and break into a house, then take out a wall in said house, all without getting caught, so if you'd excuse me, I'd like to go to bed," I tell him, turning away from him.
I could tell he was going to make a move, so I swing back around and block his first punch, and we continue in the small bedroom area for a minute or two, and before I know it, he's got me pinned under him.
"Why do you insist fighting me with an injured ankle?" I ask him why we stay motionless on the floor.
"Why do you insist on talking so much?" he asks me.
"I talk a lot? I think you enjoy the sound of your voice too much, with that stupid accent," I tell him.
"You're such a stupid woman sometimes," he says to me.
"Well, I hate you too," I kindly tell him with my harsh voice.
"I've never been a great fan either," he says.
We both pull back finally, and I fix my clothing and examine any bruises I might have gained from our little fight. Weren't we supposed to be working together, not against each other?
"I suppose I must getting along now," he says making his way towards the door.
"Why did you call me to the park the other night?" I bluntly ask him.
"Why?" he stops and actually turns around.
"Yes, why," I repeat.
"It's too complicated now," he tells me.
"I think I could understand," I inform him.
"You're too innocent sometimes, Sydney," Sark says, actually using my name.
I walk up over to be closer to him, "Why did you call me to the park?"
He sighs in defeat, and turns away a second, then back towards me, "I've always admired you, every part of you, studied your missions, ones we've been on fighting each other, and more recently, those we've taken apart in together, and if there's one thing I've garnered from all of my studying of you," he says stopping a second, as to catch his breath, "is that I think I'm in love with you."
I could never imagine Sark in love with me, or rather, anyone for that matter. It was amazing though, the words he said, they were magical and wonderful and romantic. I couldn't ignore that fact. I had just stood there, for a second, and realized I had said nothing.
"I don't need to hear it from you now," he says, acting as if I was going to make a mean, witty reply.
"Fine, you won't hear it," I say to him, and bring him in to kiss me. Is this what he truly wanted? Is this what I really wanted?
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Disclaimer: Alias and the characters in it definitely don't belong to me, they are the great work of J.J. Abrams and his awesome staff that we praise and worship every Sunday!
**Sydney POV**
This time, I pulled back hastily. I wasn't going let him take advantage of me again. He wasn't going to act like it meant nothing, then go and kiss me again.
"Can we go back to the hotel?" is all I say to him. I walk back over to the car and I can tell out of the corner of my eye that he's standing, in awe. I jump in the car and he quickly gathers himself and also gets in the vehicle.
Not a word is spoken as we drive back to the hotel. I quickly get out of the car as soon as we arrive and go up to my room quickly. I took the stairs, I wanted the exercise, plus I wouldn't have to ride up the elevator with Sark. The elevator. that was one good moment we've had together.
When I got into my room, I changed into some more comfortable pajamas, got out of my horrendous dress that was bugging me, and made my way out to the balcony.
I brought out a book I had been reading, but it only had been placed on the table. I sat down in the not so comfortable patio furniture on the balcony and just stared out into the night sky. Everything that happened tonight was so awkward. How was I to work with him tomorrow? I could do what he had done in the first place, just ignore the fact and pretend it never happened. See how he feels.
I stopped a second. Since when had I turned so cold? So ruthless? Then again, I was only dealing with Sark and you had to be ruthless.
I got up to leave, but I heard the door open to the adjacent balcony and a person walk out onto it.
"Lovely night, isn't it?" his British accented voice tells me.
I turn around slightly and reply, "It's not too bad."
"Russia has this cold, peaceful air to it, doesn't it?" he says.
"It does," I add.
We stood in silence for a second, both looking out into the night, side by side. After a minute or two, I could feel him coming closer to my side. I stayed in the position, trying to ignore the fact he had moved.
"Sydney," he says.
I stood, quiet, allowing him to further the conversation.
"I don't know what to say to you," Sark adds.
"Well, isn't that a first," I mutter under my breath.
"Can we start over?" he asks me, quietly, as if he had been pondering the question for a long time.
"Start over?" I ask, finally turning my head to face his. "With all our history, I find that to be impossible."
"At least give me a second chance," he says, breaking out of his normally very professional mold to turn more quiet and reserved.
"I'm tired, it's been a long day, so I'm going to bed now," I say and briskly walk back in, once again, leaving myself with the upper hand in the situation. I had done that twice tonight, so I was rather pleased with myself. I didn't seem that vulnerable to Sark anymore, and it surely helped in working with him.
Right as I was to get into bed, I heard a subtle knock on my door. It couldn't be him, or could it? I walked over to the door, and sure enough, Sark stood, black and all, outside my door. I couldn't run from him, so I just opened the door.
"I don't like the fact you keep leaving the situation winning," he bluntly tells me.
"Aw, Sark doesn't like losing? Is that right?" I joke with him. Personally, I loved leaving the situation winning.
"Ms. Bristow, your making my nerves max out right now, so I would watch your back before I knock you out," he tells me very informatively.
"You wouldn't touch me if you were ordered to," I tell him in reply.
"Is that a challenge?" he asks me back.
"I'd rather it not be, considering we have to get up early and break into a house, then take out a wall in said house, all without getting caught, so if you'd excuse me, I'd like to go to bed," I tell him, turning away from him.
I could tell he was going to make a move, so I swing back around and block his first punch, and we continue in the small bedroom area for a minute or two, and before I know it, he's got me pinned under him.
"Why do you insist fighting me with an injured ankle?" I ask him why we stay motionless on the floor.
"Why do you insist on talking so much?" he asks me.
"I talk a lot? I think you enjoy the sound of your voice too much, with that stupid accent," I tell him.
"You're such a stupid woman sometimes," he says to me.
"Well, I hate you too," I kindly tell him with my harsh voice.
"I've never been a great fan either," he says.
We both pull back finally, and I fix my clothing and examine any bruises I might have gained from our little fight. Weren't we supposed to be working together, not against each other?
"I suppose I must getting along now," he says making his way towards the door.
"Why did you call me to the park the other night?" I bluntly ask him.
"Why?" he stops and actually turns around.
"Yes, why," I repeat.
"It's too complicated now," he tells me.
"I think I could understand," I inform him.
"You're too innocent sometimes, Sydney," Sark says, actually using my name.
I walk up over to be closer to him, "Why did you call me to the park?"
He sighs in defeat, and turns away a second, then back towards me, "I've always admired you, every part of you, studied your missions, ones we've been on fighting each other, and more recently, those we've taken apart in together, and if there's one thing I've garnered from all of my studying of you," he says stopping a second, as to catch his breath, "is that I think I'm in love with you."
I could never imagine Sark in love with me, or rather, anyone for that matter. It was amazing though, the words he said, they were magical and wonderful and romantic. I couldn't ignore that fact. I had just stood there, for a second, and realized I had said nothing.
"I don't need to hear it from you now," he says, acting as if I was going to make a mean, witty reply.
"Fine, you won't hear it," I say to him, and bring him in to kiss me. Is this what he truly wanted? Is this what I really wanted?
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