Author: Vona
Title: Found
Disclaimer: J.J. Abrams and crew own them all. Are they brilliant or what?
Pairing: S/S
Summary: After finding out that she's been missing for two years, Sark is there to pick up the pieces and perhaps even explain what happened. After The Telling.
Distribution: Cover Me, The Sark Files, and Dark Enigma, fine, everyone else, just ask.
Found
Chapter One
Confusion
Sydney Bristow dashed down the crowded streets of Hong Kong. She had sprinted away from Vaughn after he told her she'd been missing for two entire years. He'd married! He'd given up on her! The only good news he'd born was that Will was alive. Her mind raced, wondering why her father had not retrieved her. Had something happened to him to stop him from coming? Was he not alive? What about Will? Why hadn't he come? So many questions plagued her entire brain. The most important being what had happened?! She held back a sob as she darted between a couple of people. She'd been running for several miles and she was starting to tire. Apparently two years in whatever state she was in hadn't kept her in shape. All she wanted was a warm bath and to forget everything that had happened. She stopped at a cross walk, taking a deep breath, replenishing her oxygen. She was jostled in the crowd as they walked across the street. Suddenly, her arm was pulled and she feared Vaughn had found her again. She never expected to be face-to-face with Sark.
"Miss Bristow, it has been far too long since I've seen you last. You were wearing that fetching blond wig and sexy black dress. Certainly you remember! You captured me?"
"Oh, I do recall. I'd like to know why you are not in a tiny cell."
"It's not really my style. The accomodations were severly lacking and I'm not really big on living life on other people's schedules."
"Well, this has been fun, but I really need to go."
"You've been missing for two years. I hardly think a few more moments will hurt."
Her head whipped up to meet Sark's icy blue eyes.
"You noticed my absense?"
"I've been searching for you since I escaped."
"Why?"
Sark paused, as if for once in his life, he was at a loss for words. The woman before him had killed Allison. She had killed his Allison. But he had killed her best friend, Francine. Sydney killed Alli to protect herself. And the murder was probably justified in her mind. He knew exactly what had happened to Sydney. How she had been suddenly shot into the future. The prophecy that involved the both of them. Sydney was unaware of what was happening. She was lost, confused and alone and suddenly Sark saw himself in the knight in shining armor position, though slightly tarnished. He wanted to help Sydney. He wanted to help himself. She held the power that he needed. So, instead of telling her all that, he replied simply, "I know what's happened. To help you will help me. I highly recommend you come with me now."
"Or what? You'll kill me? Go ahead! I'm already dead to everyone I love! We might as well make it official! Take your hidden gun out and shoot me!"
Sydney was crying. Sark stared at her, surprised by her suicidal tendency. The Sydney he remembered was strong, a fighter to the end, a warrior against the odds. She threw her arms out, turning in a large circle.
"Go ahead!" She screamed. "KILL ME!!"
Several passer-bys stopped around the couple, but Sark ignored them. Sark moved towards her gently, as though approaching a startled animal.
"DO IT! WHAT?! ARE GUNS TO GOOD FOR YOU NOW? I'M SURE YOU COULD SNAP MY NECK!"
Sark grabbed her arm, shaking her for a moment.
"Sydney! Snap out of it!"
Her hair fell in her face as she collapsed on the ground. She looked so vulnerably innocent, Sark felt a twinge on his heart and a tug on his consciece. Part of this was his fault. He slowly got to his knees and impulsively pulled her to him. He crushed her, stroking her hair and back. Sydney cried into his chest for several minutes.
"Sydney, just come with me."
Sydney looked up at him and he wiped away her tears. The tenderness of the touch was so surprising to Sydney, she nearly started to cry again. This wasn't the Sark she knew. This wasn't the Sark she hated. She wanted him to be normal. Indifferent, insufferable, annoying. Anything but tender and gentle. All the same she nodded, massaging her newly bruised arm from Sark's iron grip. He helped her get to her feet and she followed him to a hotel a few streets over.
Sydney slept in the queen size bed, the silk sheets and coverlet wrapped around her body. She was oddly exhausted from her confrontation with both Vaughn and Sark. She was weary of Sark, but at the moment, she had no one else to trust. He'd insisted she rest before they discussed anything any farther. So, here he was standing in the door jam, watching her sleep fitfully. He had no doubt her sleep was plagued with nightmares of her tragic life. *Her mother's death and resurrection, her fiance's murder, Emily's murder, her best friend's murder and clone, Will's kidnapping, Sloane's lies, Jack's lies, Rambaldi's prophecies, and last but not least, waking up after two years seemingly have passed by*, Sark listed off in his brain. Her entire life was a tale of death and betrayal that reminded him so much of his previous life, before he became the ruthless Mr. Sark. Memories of his mother, kind and sweet, flooded his brain. She was murdered because of his father's secret involvement in the KGB. He had hid in a closet while his little sister and mother were tortured and killed. Irina had picked him, Allison, Elisabeth, and Rachel out of a camp his dad had sent him to. Irina had lavished attention on them, rewarding them and bragging on their intelligence. He'd worked as a spy since he was sixteen, as he was talented and no one would suspect the cherubic sixteen-year-old boy of being a spy. Sark looked back down at Sydney, emerging himself from his painful recollections. He then walked to the mirror to loosen his tie and unbutton three more buttons on his shirt. He thought caustically, *How can I even peer at my reflection after all I've done?* He remembered his first kill. He'd been seventeen. Irina had sent both he and Allison on a mission to Indonesia to retrieve a Rambaldi artifact. They were going to be at a hotel and they were to meet up with two other teenagers at the hotel. The children were the owner's of the book. So, they befriended the kids and were invited inside the hotel room. Allison kept them busy while Sark slipped into a bedroom to retrieve the artifact. Unfortunately the father walked in on him. When the man pulled out a gun, Sark shot his own revolver, in front of the teens. Allison and he ran after that. Sark couldn't forget the look on their faces no matter how hard he tried. Irina had claimed it wasn't his fault, but Sark never let it go. Sark sighed. Sydney was dredging up all these long lost feelings of guilt he'd had, and he didn't like it one bit. He swung the tie off of his neck and tossed it on the table. He sat down in an arm chair, his eyes staring steadily out of the window. Hong Kong was bright, to say the least. Busy and violent as well. Police lights flashed down the street, sirens blaring. Sark made a silent wish that it wouldn't wake Sydney. She deserved a semi-peaceful sleep. She was going to have to digest a lot when he told her what had occured. He closed his eyes out, blocking out the sounds on the street. Slowly, he dozed off into one of his light snoozes.
Michael Vaughn walked into the Operations Center to find Jack, Marshall, Dixon and Will waiting his arrival eagerly. Jack had been away on a mission, so he'd been unaware of the discovery of his daughter. In the most emotion he'd displayed in years, Jack asked, "Where is she?"
Will added in, "Was it her?"
Dixon shouted out, "Did she seem okay?"
Vaughn stopped walking, considering his words carefully. How was he supposed to tell them that he'd lost the girl again?!
"She ran. I told her she'd been missing for two years and she ran. I haven't been able to locate her. She's probably still in Hong Kong, but I don't know where. She totally freaked out."
"What did you expect, Mr. Vaughn?" Jack's cold voice broke through.
"She was likley disoriented already, then she discovers it's 2005!" Will finished.
Vaughn hung his head. "She took that in stride. It was the fact that I was married that pushed her over the edge."
Jack nearly growled. He wanted to kill Michael Vaughn. He didn't know why Kendall hadn't sent Will. Tippin was Sydney's best friend and she had no reason to hide from him. Vaughn's new life was enough to ruin Sydney, which was exactly what had happened. Will was still enthused.
"Maybe she found a hotel. I'll get all the surveillance footage from the last couple of days and we'll find her!"
Will had slowly healed from the wounds Allison had inflicted. The physical woulnds were easier to heal than the emotional ones. He had been sure both of his best friends were dead. He'd thrown himself into his analysis job at the CIA, begging to discover some information about Sydney's whearabouts. He and Jack never stopped searching for Sydney. He couldn't let himself give up. One by one, Kendall, Weiss, Dixon, and Marshall had given up. Vaughn was the last one to lose hope. Vaughn had gotten back together with Alice, trying to bury the hurt of his missing girlfriend. He'd asked Alice to marry him ten months ago, and three months later, they were married. Jack spent less and less time at the operation center and more time at home. No one realized Irina was staying there. Irina had appeared several days after Sydney's disappearance. She claimed she wanted to help find Sydney. Jack wasn't to proud to accept Irina's help for their daughter. She had a wide range of contacts that he didn't have. So he hid her in exchange for her help. Will hurried away to his computer to download the security camera movies. Jack walked to his desk and began to write out his plans to extract Sydney from Hong Kong.
Title: Found
Disclaimer: J.J. Abrams and crew own them all. Are they brilliant or what?
Pairing: S/S
Summary: After finding out that she's been missing for two years, Sark is there to pick up the pieces and perhaps even explain what happened. After The Telling.
Distribution: Cover Me, The Sark Files, and Dark Enigma, fine, everyone else, just ask.
Found
Chapter One
Confusion
Sydney Bristow dashed down the crowded streets of Hong Kong. She had sprinted away from Vaughn after he told her she'd been missing for two entire years. He'd married! He'd given up on her! The only good news he'd born was that Will was alive. Her mind raced, wondering why her father had not retrieved her. Had something happened to him to stop him from coming? Was he not alive? What about Will? Why hadn't he come? So many questions plagued her entire brain. The most important being what had happened?! She held back a sob as she darted between a couple of people. She'd been running for several miles and she was starting to tire. Apparently two years in whatever state she was in hadn't kept her in shape. All she wanted was a warm bath and to forget everything that had happened. She stopped at a cross walk, taking a deep breath, replenishing her oxygen. She was jostled in the crowd as they walked across the street. Suddenly, her arm was pulled and she feared Vaughn had found her again. She never expected to be face-to-face with Sark.
"Miss Bristow, it has been far too long since I've seen you last. You were wearing that fetching blond wig and sexy black dress. Certainly you remember! You captured me?"
"Oh, I do recall. I'd like to know why you are not in a tiny cell."
"It's not really my style. The accomodations were severly lacking and I'm not really big on living life on other people's schedules."
"Well, this has been fun, but I really need to go."
"You've been missing for two years. I hardly think a few more moments will hurt."
Her head whipped up to meet Sark's icy blue eyes.
"You noticed my absense?"
"I've been searching for you since I escaped."
"Why?"
Sark paused, as if for once in his life, he was at a loss for words. The woman before him had killed Allison. She had killed his Allison. But he had killed her best friend, Francine. Sydney killed Alli to protect herself. And the murder was probably justified in her mind. He knew exactly what had happened to Sydney. How she had been suddenly shot into the future. The prophecy that involved the both of them. Sydney was unaware of what was happening. She was lost, confused and alone and suddenly Sark saw himself in the knight in shining armor position, though slightly tarnished. He wanted to help Sydney. He wanted to help himself. She held the power that he needed. So, instead of telling her all that, he replied simply, "I know what's happened. To help you will help me. I highly recommend you come with me now."
"Or what? You'll kill me? Go ahead! I'm already dead to everyone I love! We might as well make it official! Take your hidden gun out and shoot me!"
Sydney was crying. Sark stared at her, surprised by her suicidal tendency. The Sydney he remembered was strong, a fighter to the end, a warrior against the odds. She threw her arms out, turning in a large circle.
"Go ahead!" She screamed. "KILL ME!!"
Several passer-bys stopped around the couple, but Sark ignored them. Sark moved towards her gently, as though approaching a startled animal.
"DO IT! WHAT?! ARE GUNS TO GOOD FOR YOU NOW? I'M SURE YOU COULD SNAP MY NECK!"
Sark grabbed her arm, shaking her for a moment.
"Sydney! Snap out of it!"
Her hair fell in her face as she collapsed on the ground. She looked so vulnerably innocent, Sark felt a twinge on his heart and a tug on his consciece. Part of this was his fault. He slowly got to his knees and impulsively pulled her to him. He crushed her, stroking her hair and back. Sydney cried into his chest for several minutes.
"Sydney, just come with me."
Sydney looked up at him and he wiped away her tears. The tenderness of the touch was so surprising to Sydney, she nearly started to cry again. This wasn't the Sark she knew. This wasn't the Sark she hated. She wanted him to be normal. Indifferent, insufferable, annoying. Anything but tender and gentle. All the same she nodded, massaging her newly bruised arm from Sark's iron grip. He helped her get to her feet and she followed him to a hotel a few streets over.
Sydney slept in the queen size bed, the silk sheets and coverlet wrapped around her body. She was oddly exhausted from her confrontation with both Vaughn and Sark. She was weary of Sark, but at the moment, she had no one else to trust. He'd insisted she rest before they discussed anything any farther. So, here he was standing in the door jam, watching her sleep fitfully. He had no doubt her sleep was plagued with nightmares of her tragic life. *Her mother's death and resurrection, her fiance's murder, Emily's murder, her best friend's murder and clone, Will's kidnapping, Sloane's lies, Jack's lies, Rambaldi's prophecies, and last but not least, waking up after two years seemingly have passed by*, Sark listed off in his brain. Her entire life was a tale of death and betrayal that reminded him so much of his previous life, before he became the ruthless Mr. Sark. Memories of his mother, kind and sweet, flooded his brain. She was murdered because of his father's secret involvement in the KGB. He had hid in a closet while his little sister and mother were tortured and killed. Irina had picked him, Allison, Elisabeth, and Rachel out of a camp his dad had sent him to. Irina had lavished attention on them, rewarding them and bragging on their intelligence. He'd worked as a spy since he was sixteen, as he was talented and no one would suspect the cherubic sixteen-year-old boy of being a spy. Sark looked back down at Sydney, emerging himself from his painful recollections. He then walked to the mirror to loosen his tie and unbutton three more buttons on his shirt. He thought caustically, *How can I even peer at my reflection after all I've done?* He remembered his first kill. He'd been seventeen. Irina had sent both he and Allison on a mission to Indonesia to retrieve a Rambaldi artifact. They were going to be at a hotel and they were to meet up with two other teenagers at the hotel. The children were the owner's of the book. So, they befriended the kids and were invited inside the hotel room. Allison kept them busy while Sark slipped into a bedroom to retrieve the artifact. Unfortunately the father walked in on him. When the man pulled out a gun, Sark shot his own revolver, in front of the teens. Allison and he ran after that. Sark couldn't forget the look on their faces no matter how hard he tried. Irina had claimed it wasn't his fault, but Sark never let it go. Sark sighed. Sydney was dredging up all these long lost feelings of guilt he'd had, and he didn't like it one bit. He swung the tie off of his neck and tossed it on the table. He sat down in an arm chair, his eyes staring steadily out of the window. Hong Kong was bright, to say the least. Busy and violent as well. Police lights flashed down the street, sirens blaring. Sark made a silent wish that it wouldn't wake Sydney. She deserved a semi-peaceful sleep. She was going to have to digest a lot when he told her what had occured. He closed his eyes out, blocking out the sounds on the street. Slowly, he dozed off into one of his light snoozes.
Michael Vaughn walked into the Operations Center to find Jack, Marshall, Dixon and Will waiting his arrival eagerly. Jack had been away on a mission, so he'd been unaware of the discovery of his daughter. In the most emotion he'd displayed in years, Jack asked, "Where is she?"
Will added in, "Was it her?"
Dixon shouted out, "Did she seem okay?"
Vaughn stopped walking, considering his words carefully. How was he supposed to tell them that he'd lost the girl again?!
"She ran. I told her she'd been missing for two years and she ran. I haven't been able to locate her. She's probably still in Hong Kong, but I don't know where. She totally freaked out."
"What did you expect, Mr. Vaughn?" Jack's cold voice broke through.
"She was likley disoriented already, then she discovers it's 2005!" Will finished.
Vaughn hung his head. "She took that in stride. It was the fact that I was married that pushed her over the edge."
Jack nearly growled. He wanted to kill Michael Vaughn. He didn't know why Kendall hadn't sent Will. Tippin was Sydney's best friend and she had no reason to hide from him. Vaughn's new life was enough to ruin Sydney, which was exactly what had happened. Will was still enthused.
"Maybe she found a hotel. I'll get all the surveillance footage from the last couple of days and we'll find her!"
Will had slowly healed from the wounds Allison had inflicted. The physical woulnds were easier to heal than the emotional ones. He had been sure both of his best friends were dead. He'd thrown himself into his analysis job at the CIA, begging to discover some information about Sydney's whearabouts. He and Jack never stopped searching for Sydney. He couldn't let himself give up. One by one, Kendall, Weiss, Dixon, and Marshall had given up. Vaughn was the last one to lose hope. Vaughn had gotten back together with Alice, trying to bury the hurt of his missing girlfriend. He'd asked Alice to marry him ten months ago, and three months later, they were married. Jack spent less and less time at the operation center and more time at home. No one realized Irina was staying there. Irina had appeared several days after Sydney's disappearance. She claimed she wanted to help find Sydney. Jack wasn't to proud to accept Irina's help for their daughter. She had a wide range of contacts that he didn't have. So he hid her in exchange for her help. Will hurried away to his computer to download the security camera movies. Jack walked to his desk and began to write out his plans to extract Sydney from Hong Kong.