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Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
After I had been settled down in my seat, I was given a glass of water by the nice flight "assistant" as he called himself. Sark had disappeared off somewhere when we entered the plane after showing me where to sit. I had done a once over of the plane when I entered, but it appeared to be the standard schematics of a private plane.
I opened my laptop and started typing up the mission debrief for Sloane. I stopped a second and remembered that I would have to face the CIA about the new relationship that had developed between Sark and I. What would I say to them? By the way, I'm kind of in a serious relationship with a well-known criminal that you want to lock up forever. Kendall would just love that.
It made me think a second. Could I really do this? Claim to date a person whose beliefs I don't agree with in all respects. I don't think so, but then again, we did have some chemistry. He was one of the only people that I truly didn't understand, which made me want him even more. My thoughts were so mixed right now.
And there was Vaughn. We had a lot of chemistry as well. I could tell him practically everything and he understood what I was going through. However, we couldn't be together. But, could Sark and I?
I heard him approaching and quickly got focused back onto what I was working on.
"What were you thinking about?" he asks me.
"What to write to Sloane," I say as my cop out answer.
"I really don't think you were," he says.
"What, do you have ESP?" I joke.
"What are you afraid of, Sydney?" he asks.
I pause a second and look up into his beautiful blue eyes and feel a surge of electricity go down my spine. I look back down quickly and can't stop from looking at him now.
"What am I afraid of?" I say, pondering the question asked.
I sigh a second before responding to him, "I'm afraid of loving the wrong person."
He looks at me, surprised in my answer, he shuffles his feet and sits down next to me. We both sit in silence before he says something.
"I know you might not be ready for anything with me, and I understand completely," he says, becoming the nicest thing he's ever said to me.
"It's not that," I roll off the tip of my tongue.
His head perks up and looks straight at mine, "Then what?"
"You and me, we both have different views on certain things," I start.
"That seems to be the case now," he tells me, barely whispering the "now".
"Just, everything's so complicated," I say, frustrated and throwing my hands up into the air.
"When aren't things complicated?" he replies.
"For us?" I start, he answers with a slight nod. "Never."
I continue, "I just wish I could meet you in a normal scenario. You know, not have the whole pretense that I know you're an assassin and former employee of my crazy mother. I wish I could walk into a coffee bar and introduce myself to you, flirt with you a little, and not having to worry what will happen if we pursue a relationship. Every man I ever love, I've run into the same problem."
He takes my hand and gives me a squeeze, giving his recognition that he understands what I'm saying with out words. We both look at the small unity that has been formed with the union of our hands and seem to enjoy it. Was something little like this the sign I was looking for? That it was okay?
He leans over and starts to kiss me. I don't stop, because for once, I understand why. We're destined to be together, all the bad is put behind to plan for all the good that could come.
I wake up and realized I'm resting on Sark's lap. He's got the book I had in my bag open and he was already on chapter 5. He was a speedy reader, so I knew one fact about him. I started to stretch and he noticed I was awake.
"Hello," he whispers and plants a kiss on my head.
"Hey," I say with my smile and return the kiss on his cheek. I get up and stretch my muscles a little and notice he's staring at me.
"What?" I say to him, partially in giggle.
"Nothing," he says and tilts his head down to continue his reading.
I stomp my foot, "Now, Andrew Sark, you better tell me what you were staring at me for, now!"
His head jerks up and I see a smile reach across his face, "I was thinking how beautiful you truly are and how lucky I am."
I sit down next to him and take his hand, "Really?"
"Everything about you, Sydney, I love, your eyes, your natural hair, your smile, your laughter," he starts.
"Stop," I say blushing, "Don't I get to say nice things about you now?"
"Well, if you're offering," he says.
"I love your sarcastic attitude and your wit, your eyes, and the way you make me feel so special," I tell him.
We lean in for a kiss when we feel the airplane start it's decent.
"I think we're landing," he informs me.
"Back to the real world," I mutter.
"What are you telling your CIA superiors?" he asks me.
"I wasn't planning on telling them anything, actually," I tell him.
A smile creeps upon his face, "Good. Good."
Once we're getting off the plane, a car escorts us back to SD-6. I accompany Sark into the building and we both act very professionally, pretty much for the first time since we had left for Russia. We walked into Sloane's office and Sark handed him the information he had wanted.
"I hope this wasn't too much trouble to get," Sloane's measly voice comments to us.
"Not at all," I tell him.
"Working with Agent Bristow was a pleasure, sir," Sark tells him.
I have to hold back from kissing him at that moment or even cracking a grin.
"The mission went without a hitch," I add in.
"Very good, well, nothing new for today, so I guess we'll see you both tomorrow," Sloane tells us.
We both walk out and I notice him slip me a piece of paper into my pocket and wait until I reach my desk to open it.
Meet at the park, tonight at 7.
-A.S.
Another meeting in the park. Who knows what this one could bring us to.
~Thanks for reading! Reviews help me write faster and better, so leave one or two!~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
After I had been settled down in my seat, I was given a glass of water by the nice flight "assistant" as he called himself. Sark had disappeared off somewhere when we entered the plane after showing me where to sit. I had done a once over of the plane when I entered, but it appeared to be the standard schematics of a private plane.
I opened my laptop and started typing up the mission debrief for Sloane. I stopped a second and remembered that I would have to face the CIA about the new relationship that had developed between Sark and I. What would I say to them? By the way, I'm kind of in a serious relationship with a well-known criminal that you want to lock up forever. Kendall would just love that.
It made me think a second. Could I really do this? Claim to date a person whose beliefs I don't agree with in all respects. I don't think so, but then again, we did have some chemistry. He was one of the only people that I truly didn't understand, which made me want him even more. My thoughts were so mixed right now.
And there was Vaughn. We had a lot of chemistry as well. I could tell him practically everything and he understood what I was going through. However, we couldn't be together. But, could Sark and I?
I heard him approaching and quickly got focused back onto what I was working on.
"What were you thinking about?" he asks me.
"What to write to Sloane," I say as my cop out answer.
"I really don't think you were," he says.
"What, do you have ESP?" I joke.
"What are you afraid of, Sydney?" he asks.
I pause a second and look up into his beautiful blue eyes and feel a surge of electricity go down my spine. I look back down quickly and can't stop from looking at him now.
"What am I afraid of?" I say, pondering the question asked.
I sigh a second before responding to him, "I'm afraid of loving the wrong person."
He looks at me, surprised in my answer, he shuffles his feet and sits down next to me. We both sit in silence before he says something.
"I know you might not be ready for anything with me, and I understand completely," he says, becoming the nicest thing he's ever said to me.
"It's not that," I roll off the tip of my tongue.
His head perks up and looks straight at mine, "Then what?"
"You and me, we both have different views on certain things," I start.
"That seems to be the case now," he tells me, barely whispering the "now".
"Just, everything's so complicated," I say, frustrated and throwing my hands up into the air.
"When aren't things complicated?" he replies.
"For us?" I start, he answers with a slight nod. "Never."
I continue, "I just wish I could meet you in a normal scenario. You know, not have the whole pretense that I know you're an assassin and former employee of my crazy mother. I wish I could walk into a coffee bar and introduce myself to you, flirt with you a little, and not having to worry what will happen if we pursue a relationship. Every man I ever love, I've run into the same problem."
He takes my hand and gives me a squeeze, giving his recognition that he understands what I'm saying with out words. We both look at the small unity that has been formed with the union of our hands and seem to enjoy it. Was something little like this the sign I was looking for? That it was okay?
He leans over and starts to kiss me. I don't stop, because for once, I understand why. We're destined to be together, all the bad is put behind to plan for all the good that could come.
I wake up and realized I'm resting on Sark's lap. He's got the book I had in my bag open and he was already on chapter 5. He was a speedy reader, so I knew one fact about him. I started to stretch and he noticed I was awake.
"Hello," he whispers and plants a kiss on my head.
"Hey," I say with my smile and return the kiss on his cheek. I get up and stretch my muscles a little and notice he's staring at me.
"What?" I say to him, partially in giggle.
"Nothing," he says and tilts his head down to continue his reading.
I stomp my foot, "Now, Andrew Sark, you better tell me what you were staring at me for, now!"
His head jerks up and I see a smile reach across his face, "I was thinking how beautiful you truly are and how lucky I am."
I sit down next to him and take his hand, "Really?"
"Everything about you, Sydney, I love, your eyes, your natural hair, your smile, your laughter," he starts.
"Stop," I say blushing, "Don't I get to say nice things about you now?"
"Well, if you're offering," he says.
"I love your sarcastic attitude and your wit, your eyes, and the way you make me feel so special," I tell him.
We lean in for a kiss when we feel the airplane start it's decent.
"I think we're landing," he informs me.
"Back to the real world," I mutter.
"What are you telling your CIA superiors?" he asks me.
"I wasn't planning on telling them anything, actually," I tell him.
A smile creeps upon his face, "Good. Good."
Once we're getting off the plane, a car escorts us back to SD-6. I accompany Sark into the building and we both act very professionally, pretty much for the first time since we had left for Russia. We walked into Sloane's office and Sark handed him the information he had wanted.
"I hope this wasn't too much trouble to get," Sloane's measly voice comments to us.
"Not at all," I tell him.
"Working with Agent Bristow was a pleasure, sir," Sark tells him.
I have to hold back from kissing him at that moment or even cracking a grin.
"The mission went without a hitch," I add in.
"Very good, well, nothing new for today, so I guess we'll see you both tomorrow," Sloane tells us.
We both walk out and I notice him slip me a piece of paper into my pocket and wait until I reach my desk to open it.
Meet at the park, tonight at 7.
-A.S.
Another meeting in the park. Who knows what this one could bring us to.
~Thanks for reading! Reviews help me write faster and better, so leave one or two!~ Masquerade
