Sydney Dearest
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
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The Proposal
30,000 feet over the Atlantic
"Can I have some more red wine please, oh, and while your at it, can I have some more of you?" Carlos winked and showed his pearly whites. The steward gasped, took another good look at him, and turned away in disgust. "Of course, she wants me!" Carlos sat back in satisfaction with the encouragement from his partner. "Yeah man, you've got her eating out of your hand!"
All Vaughn could do was shake his head. "Stewardess, can I get a pair of headphones?" He bought them and slipped them on hoping he would not hear any further of Carlos' attempts of joining the mile high club. He turned to a classical station and soon drifted slowly into slumber. He was just about to reach deep slumber when he felt a cool liquid pour down his pants. He jumped out of his seat yelling. "What the hell." he turned over to Carlos and Max finding them snickering. He looked down at his pants and found a very large red wine stain on his crotch.
"Sorry sir, it just. few out of my hands." Carlos tried very hard to keep in his laughter. It didn't take Vaughn very long to figure out that they were almost completely drunk. Their faces turned bright pink and they couldn't stop laughing.
"Sit down. We're going to talk when I get back. Took his bag out of the compartment and found a new pair of pants. After he had changed, he turned towards Carlos in serious manner.
"Carlos, I have a proposal for you."
"Sir, I don't want to marry you." He looked at Vaughn for a couple of seconds and burst out laughing. Vaughn could also hear Max in the back. He was so sick and tired of this! Without further control, he slapped Carlos right across the face.
"Listen to me!" Carlos only nodded. "We need to complete this mission, don't you agree?" another nodded. "Well, you might not agree enough. I have a proposal for you, a proposition you could say. Do you remember the BMW the CIA just purchased recently?" a nodded with a smile. "Well, if you stay sober, if you don't mess this up, and we have at least one person in CIA custody by tomorrow, I'll let you use it for a weekend. A weekend where you could go anywhere you wanted, nothing to worry about. I'll even pay for the gas."
"You can't do that? That's Kendall's car."
Michel smiled, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a key, which lit Carlos' eyes. "No, it isn't. It's mine! For two weeks, I'm supposed to be test-driving it. All the senior officers have clearance. If you don't mess this up, I promise, I'll let you have it for the whole weekend."
"And I can bring anyone I like?" Vaughn sighed, and reluctantly nodded. "But you can't crash the car. If you do, you'll have to pay for it. Agreed?" Vaughn put out his hand, and Carlos took it "Agreed."
"Max, you've seen and heard everything we've said, can I count on you to be our witness?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now layoff the wine, and get some rest. We'll be there in no time. And I must warn you not the call that stewardess around here again, or the deal's off."
Rome, Italy
"Sydney, you seem distant. You're thinking about your mother again aren't you?" Sark asked. Sydney popped out of her trance and absently nodded. "We can't make this a successful mission if you're somewhere else." Sydney took his hand, "Do you feel my hand?" he nodded. "Then I'm here."
"Now, you know what I mean. We can't screw this up."
"Yes, I know. I'm here, now can we please drop the subject?" He was always like that. His number one priority would always be Rambaldi. Although Sydney wasn't much different, she still wanted to feel the she was her number one priority. She knew that he was hers, but the way he was acting, it seemed like they wouldn't be together for long.
"I'm going to get a drink, would you like one?" He slowly sat up while Sydney slid off of him. "Yes please." He returned with two glasses of red wine. "Thank you." Sydney took the glass and slowly sipped. There was an awkward silence, but it was soon broken.
"Sydney, I know we haven't been on good terms lately." Sydney's paused at his sudden statement. She slowly put down her glass and looked him straight in the eyes. "I realized I have left you when you need me, and I am so sorry Sydney." His expression was serious, and she knew that he meant this. "Andrew, it's really alright. Rambaldi means as much to you as it does to me. I don't blame you." She lied, but she couldn't say anything else; now that he was apologizing.
"Sydney, don't lie to me." How did he know? She was really that obvious. "You don't need to tell me this. I know that we can work this out. Trust me, I'll make everything right again, like it used to be. All I need you to do is forgive me. Sydney, will you forgive me?" Sydney took him into her arms crying. "Of course Andrew." He placed a soft kiss on her lips taking her breath away.
"Sydney, I lied."
She pulled back shaken by his abruptness. Secrets weren't good for their relationship, for any relationship in that matter, but in their relationship it was life or death. She looked deep within in eyes, trying to see what it could be that led him to say such a thing so out of the blue. Was he cheating on her? That couldn't be, it wasn't in his nature. Could he be a double? That might be it. A thousand possibilities zipped through her mind as she waited for his explanation.
"Your forgiveness isn't the only thing I need. I need you to say yes." He pauses and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small velvet box and revels a gorgeous diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"
Her tears started flowing once again as her took the box from his hands. He gave her a moment to marvel at the ring. She already loved it, he could tell. She took it out of the box, and slipped it onto her ring finger.
"Does this mean yes?" he had to ask. All she could do was nodded, and he quickly took her into his embrace. "Now you'll never leave me." He whispered. "No one can take you away from me, not your mother, not the KGB, no one." She nodded again crying harder than ever.
"Please don't cry." He took her chin and gave her a tender, soft kiss. She pulled back suddenly and slapped him across the face.
"Jesus Sydney! What was that for?" He held his cheek moving his jaw in circles. She looked at him with anger. "Don't you ever scare me like that again! I thought you had really lied to me. I thought you were going to tell me about another girlfriend in Russia or something. Don't you ever do that again, or I will break both of your legs, making sure that you can't cheat on me." The anger on her face turned into a playful smile.
Sark chuckled. "I believe you, and I want you to know that I would never, ever cheat on you. There's just not point. I already have all the woman I want right here." He bent down for another kiss but two fingers stopped him. "No. You're not getting off with a couple or sweet words mister! So what if we're engaged? You owe me big time for almost giving me a heart attack."
"Well, I have a few ways I could think of." Sydney raised her eyebrows, "really? What do you suggest?" With a smirk, Sark quickly lifted Sydney off of the couch and walked briskly into the bedroom.
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"Hello."
"I wanted to make sure you finished decoding page 47."
"Yes, we are positive."
"And are you sure it's Sydney? I would like you to send a photo as soon as possible. We can't make any mistakes."
"Sark, are you doubting me? When we started this partnership, I made it very clear we would never doubt one another."
"I apologize Mr. Sloane. It's not about my trust in you. I just feel somewhat hesitant. I just proposed to Sydney. It would be such a hassle if we found out that she wasn't the one. I would have to get rid of her, and it wouldn't help our progress."
"I see. Was she becoming distant?"
"Yes. I think she was just about to dump me. You and I know that would have disrupted our entire plans."
"Yes, it would have. I admire your cleverness. Now that you two are engaged, she will not question your loyalties. Good work."
"She's vulnerable. Her mother has just asked her to leave the KGB. In time, I think Sydney would have left after her mother's persistences, but now she'll never leave. She'll never leave me."
"Well need her to find the last Rambaldi device. How is her mother?"
"In absolute mess. Guilt has finally caught up with her. She spends most of her time looking at photo albums of Sydney. She calls for Jack at night, or that's what the guards tell me. Once Sydney and I or married, I give Irina two or three years before she hands the organization over. Then we'll be able to move in. All the while, Sydney doesn't know a thing."
"Perfect. Where is now? I heard you two had a mission in Italy tonight."
"She's sleeping. I'd better wake her." Sark turned off the phone and walked back into the bedroom. He found Sydney under the sheets still asleep. He stared at her for a moment, thanking God that he had given him such a beautiful woman to use. Creeping closer, Sark lightly planted a kiss on top of Sydney's forehead.
"Hi."
"Hi. You ready to get up?" Sydney smiled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Sark smiled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
"Who were you talking to out there? I heard you, and I was going to get up, but somehow I fell asleep again."
He paused for a split second trying to make something up. "Oh, the phone call? I was checking with our contacts. I need to make sure we had an extraction point, you know just in case of emergency."
"You're right, good thinking. You should have woken me though. We might be late."
"You just looked so peaceful sleeping. I didn't want to wake you. Besides, it's only six thirty, we have plenty of time. Come on, get dressed. We'll have a quick dinner and go over the mission." He pulled her hand, making her get up off of the bed. He was about to let go and walk into the bathroom, but she pulled him back with her super strength and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. They pulled back fighting for air.
"Okay," Sydney said finally, "we can be professional now." Sark gave her a big grin and walked into the bathroom.
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
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The Proposal
30,000 feet over the Atlantic
"Can I have some more red wine please, oh, and while your at it, can I have some more of you?" Carlos winked and showed his pearly whites. The steward gasped, took another good look at him, and turned away in disgust. "Of course, she wants me!" Carlos sat back in satisfaction with the encouragement from his partner. "Yeah man, you've got her eating out of your hand!"
All Vaughn could do was shake his head. "Stewardess, can I get a pair of headphones?" He bought them and slipped them on hoping he would not hear any further of Carlos' attempts of joining the mile high club. He turned to a classical station and soon drifted slowly into slumber. He was just about to reach deep slumber when he felt a cool liquid pour down his pants. He jumped out of his seat yelling. "What the hell." he turned over to Carlos and Max finding them snickering. He looked down at his pants and found a very large red wine stain on his crotch.
"Sorry sir, it just. few out of my hands." Carlos tried very hard to keep in his laughter. It didn't take Vaughn very long to figure out that they were almost completely drunk. Their faces turned bright pink and they couldn't stop laughing.
"Sit down. We're going to talk when I get back. Took his bag out of the compartment and found a new pair of pants. After he had changed, he turned towards Carlos in serious manner.
"Carlos, I have a proposal for you."
"Sir, I don't want to marry you." He looked at Vaughn for a couple of seconds and burst out laughing. Vaughn could also hear Max in the back. He was so sick and tired of this! Without further control, he slapped Carlos right across the face.
"Listen to me!" Carlos only nodded. "We need to complete this mission, don't you agree?" another nodded. "Well, you might not agree enough. I have a proposal for you, a proposition you could say. Do you remember the BMW the CIA just purchased recently?" a nodded with a smile. "Well, if you stay sober, if you don't mess this up, and we have at least one person in CIA custody by tomorrow, I'll let you use it for a weekend. A weekend where you could go anywhere you wanted, nothing to worry about. I'll even pay for the gas."
"You can't do that? That's Kendall's car."
Michel smiled, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a key, which lit Carlos' eyes. "No, it isn't. It's mine! For two weeks, I'm supposed to be test-driving it. All the senior officers have clearance. If you don't mess this up, I promise, I'll let you have it for the whole weekend."
"And I can bring anyone I like?" Vaughn sighed, and reluctantly nodded. "But you can't crash the car. If you do, you'll have to pay for it. Agreed?" Vaughn put out his hand, and Carlos took it "Agreed."
"Max, you've seen and heard everything we've said, can I count on you to be our witness?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now layoff the wine, and get some rest. We'll be there in no time. And I must warn you not the call that stewardess around here again, or the deal's off."
Rome, Italy
"Sydney, you seem distant. You're thinking about your mother again aren't you?" Sark asked. Sydney popped out of her trance and absently nodded. "We can't make this a successful mission if you're somewhere else." Sydney took his hand, "Do you feel my hand?" he nodded. "Then I'm here."
"Now, you know what I mean. We can't screw this up."
"Yes, I know. I'm here, now can we please drop the subject?" He was always like that. His number one priority would always be Rambaldi. Although Sydney wasn't much different, she still wanted to feel the she was her number one priority. She knew that he was hers, but the way he was acting, it seemed like they wouldn't be together for long.
"I'm going to get a drink, would you like one?" He slowly sat up while Sydney slid off of him. "Yes please." He returned with two glasses of red wine. "Thank you." Sydney took the glass and slowly sipped. There was an awkward silence, but it was soon broken.
"Sydney, I know we haven't been on good terms lately." Sydney's paused at his sudden statement. She slowly put down her glass and looked him straight in the eyes. "I realized I have left you when you need me, and I am so sorry Sydney." His expression was serious, and she knew that he meant this. "Andrew, it's really alright. Rambaldi means as much to you as it does to me. I don't blame you." She lied, but she couldn't say anything else; now that he was apologizing.
"Sydney, don't lie to me." How did he know? She was really that obvious. "You don't need to tell me this. I know that we can work this out. Trust me, I'll make everything right again, like it used to be. All I need you to do is forgive me. Sydney, will you forgive me?" Sydney took him into her arms crying. "Of course Andrew." He placed a soft kiss on her lips taking her breath away.
"Sydney, I lied."
She pulled back shaken by his abruptness. Secrets weren't good for their relationship, for any relationship in that matter, but in their relationship it was life or death. She looked deep within in eyes, trying to see what it could be that led him to say such a thing so out of the blue. Was he cheating on her? That couldn't be, it wasn't in his nature. Could he be a double? That might be it. A thousand possibilities zipped through her mind as she waited for his explanation.
"Your forgiveness isn't the only thing I need. I need you to say yes." He pauses and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small velvet box and revels a gorgeous diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"
Her tears started flowing once again as her took the box from his hands. He gave her a moment to marvel at the ring. She already loved it, he could tell. She took it out of the box, and slipped it onto her ring finger.
"Does this mean yes?" he had to ask. All she could do was nodded, and he quickly took her into his embrace. "Now you'll never leave me." He whispered. "No one can take you away from me, not your mother, not the KGB, no one." She nodded again crying harder than ever.
"Please don't cry." He took her chin and gave her a tender, soft kiss. She pulled back suddenly and slapped him across the face.
"Jesus Sydney! What was that for?" He held his cheek moving his jaw in circles. She looked at him with anger. "Don't you ever scare me like that again! I thought you had really lied to me. I thought you were going to tell me about another girlfriend in Russia or something. Don't you ever do that again, or I will break both of your legs, making sure that you can't cheat on me." The anger on her face turned into a playful smile.
Sark chuckled. "I believe you, and I want you to know that I would never, ever cheat on you. There's just not point. I already have all the woman I want right here." He bent down for another kiss but two fingers stopped him. "No. You're not getting off with a couple or sweet words mister! So what if we're engaged? You owe me big time for almost giving me a heart attack."
"Well, I have a few ways I could think of." Sydney raised her eyebrows, "really? What do you suggest?" With a smirk, Sark quickly lifted Sydney off of the couch and walked briskly into the bedroom.
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"Hello."
"I wanted to make sure you finished decoding page 47."
"Yes, we are positive."
"And are you sure it's Sydney? I would like you to send a photo as soon as possible. We can't make any mistakes."
"Sark, are you doubting me? When we started this partnership, I made it very clear we would never doubt one another."
"I apologize Mr. Sloane. It's not about my trust in you. I just feel somewhat hesitant. I just proposed to Sydney. It would be such a hassle if we found out that she wasn't the one. I would have to get rid of her, and it wouldn't help our progress."
"I see. Was she becoming distant?"
"Yes. I think she was just about to dump me. You and I know that would have disrupted our entire plans."
"Yes, it would have. I admire your cleverness. Now that you two are engaged, she will not question your loyalties. Good work."
"She's vulnerable. Her mother has just asked her to leave the KGB. In time, I think Sydney would have left after her mother's persistences, but now she'll never leave. She'll never leave me."
"Well need her to find the last Rambaldi device. How is her mother?"
"In absolute mess. Guilt has finally caught up with her. She spends most of her time looking at photo albums of Sydney. She calls for Jack at night, or that's what the guards tell me. Once Sydney and I or married, I give Irina two or three years before she hands the organization over. Then we'll be able to move in. All the while, Sydney doesn't know a thing."
"Perfect. Where is now? I heard you two had a mission in Italy tonight."
"She's sleeping. I'd better wake her." Sark turned off the phone and walked back into the bedroom. He found Sydney under the sheets still asleep. He stared at her for a moment, thanking God that he had given him such a beautiful woman to use. Creeping closer, Sark lightly planted a kiss on top of Sydney's forehead.
"Hi."
"Hi. You ready to get up?" Sydney smiled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Sark smiled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
"Who were you talking to out there? I heard you, and I was going to get up, but somehow I fell asleep again."
He paused for a split second trying to make something up. "Oh, the phone call? I was checking with our contacts. I need to make sure we had an extraction point, you know just in case of emergency."
"You're right, good thinking. You should have woken me though. We might be late."
"You just looked so peaceful sleeping. I didn't want to wake you. Besides, it's only six thirty, we have plenty of time. Come on, get dressed. We'll have a quick dinner and go over the mission." He pulled her hand, making her get up off of the bed. He was about to let go and walk into the bathroom, but she pulled him back with her super strength and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. They pulled back fighting for air.
"Okay," Sydney said finally, "we can be professional now." Sark gave her a big grin and walked into the bathroom.