Found
Chapter Four
Future
Sark was scanning the rooms for bugs. He discovered them all over the bedroom. He knew he couldn't disconnect them for fear of alerting Sloane, so instead he took Sydney inside the bathroom, locking the door. He switched on the water, using the oldest trick in the book to block out any sound for the bugs, except for the hot water pounding against the tile.
"You might want to sit down for this, Sydney."
Sydney sat down on the edge of the bathtub, balancing precariously between the water and the tile. Sark took a couple of deep breaths, running his fingers through his colored hair. He turned away from Sydney, choosing his words carefully.
"Sloane constructed the Rambaldi device. It's something of a time machine."
"A time machine? Like H.G. Wells..."
"He was also a Rambaldi afficianato. He never found all the artifacts to build the machine."
"Are you serious?" Sydney asked incredulously.
"Very. Sloane has always wanted to take over the world, to serve a greater purpose in his mind. That greater purpose is rather unclear for the rest of us, but it's what has driven him. He's certain that he is part of a prophecy, one that you are also included in. You've always been the one to ruin his plans. Since you seemed to be so patriotic and betrayed him, he knew he had to shoot you into the future. See, according to several records written by Rambaldi, if you were sent into the future, your life would be more or less ruined. The anger that stems from that, you would wish to destroy the world as we know it. Overthrow governments, rule the world together as you see fit. It's always been in your reach. Sloane needs you to do this, so he can come to the power he desires for the universe."
"What are you saying, Sark?"
He finally looked at her, taking in her features. Once he finished telling her all of this, her purity would be totally crushed. She'd have a hate for the world and everything in it, soon. Her eyes were green due to her contacts, but flecks of amber still shone through. Her dyed hair fell around her cheeks, framing her face. Her skin was unblemished, only a slight scar on her smooth stomach that her halter top revealed. He loved drinking in the sight of her, her pink lips pursed in foreboding.
"After Sloane finished construction, he sent the three of us into the future."
"Us? You, me and Sloane."
"Yes. He sent you two years forward because by then everyone thought you were missing and possibly a traitor. He sent me to ensure you used your power to screw up the world."
"Why you? It's not like I normally listen to you."
Sark chuckled ironically.
"You are now, aren't you?"
Sydney nodded slowly, suddenly understanding what he was saying.
"What Sloane didn't expect was that I would betray him. I'm here to send us back and destroy the time machine."
"Why the change of heart, Sark?"
He shrugged. "I'm not really sure. It's just kind of what happened. The minute I saw you, vulnerable and confused, I knew I couldn't force you to do this."
"Do you think we can pull this off?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Rambaldi foresaw it, I suppose. I'm the man from the prophecy. I'm the one who was meant to help you decide. That's why Sloane sent me. But I know we'll do this and I know we'll go back to where we are supposed to be."
Sark said it so passionately, Sydney was starting to believe him. She observed his face, his blue eyes wide and adamently clear. She found herself reaching out to him. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Her hands were buried in his curls as she pulled his face to her. Her heart swelled with something she couldn't quite describe. She'd been so burdened with what had happened. Vaughn wasn't really married. Will hadn't been saved yet. Marshall hadn't married Carrie. Jack was okay. Sark was still captured. Only moments had possibly passed in her time. All of these jumbled thoughts were erased the second their lips touched in a gently kiss. Sark pulled her to him, lifting her off her feet, enclosing her around the waist. They kissed for a minute, separated way too soon. He leaned his forehead against Sydney's and they stayed that way for a while. Sydney searched his face at the same time Sark scrutinized her. She slowly started to smile, not an ounce of guilt settling over her. Sark actually returned the smile, a real smile as opposed to a smirk. He started the conversation up slowly again.
"The device is in a warehouse down the street. We'll need to set it several days in advance since I didn't escape until Sloane blasted us here. There's no way to determine where we land, though it will likely be in the same city. We have to meet up in Cairo, 2003 to destroy the device."
"Okay."
"You're the only one who can destroy it."
"Is that your subtle way of telling me not to bring the CIA into this?"
"Indeed."
Sark turned off the water.
"Deah, can we touh tomorra?"
"Of course, Scarlett." Sark followed her into the bedroom where they both lay down wordlessly to sleep.
Will was searching the database for the hotels and came up with nothing. Still, he felt that the hotels held some sort of significance. None of them had websites, though he'd managed to find out they'd all been bought over the last two years. He also managed to scrounge up addresses. Kendall sent him to Egypt, Weiss to England, and Jack to Paris. The orders were acceptable and everyone had a shred of hope in their minds. Vaughn was the only one to protest what was happening. He wanted to join in with the search, but every one wanted him out of it. Vaughn still had feelings for the woman, he wanted her. Things weren't looking good for her now, anyways. To be missing for two years, mysteriously reappearing and then being found with Mr. Sark, an escaped prisoner and murderer, wasn't very reassuring. Still he'd been told to stay out of it. So he was stuck at the Task Force Building, waiting for any word from those who were flying around the planet for Sydney.
Chapter Four
Future
Sark was scanning the rooms for bugs. He discovered them all over the bedroom. He knew he couldn't disconnect them for fear of alerting Sloane, so instead he took Sydney inside the bathroom, locking the door. He switched on the water, using the oldest trick in the book to block out any sound for the bugs, except for the hot water pounding against the tile.
"You might want to sit down for this, Sydney."
Sydney sat down on the edge of the bathtub, balancing precariously between the water and the tile. Sark took a couple of deep breaths, running his fingers through his colored hair. He turned away from Sydney, choosing his words carefully.
"Sloane constructed the Rambaldi device. It's something of a time machine."
"A time machine? Like H.G. Wells..."
"He was also a Rambaldi afficianato. He never found all the artifacts to build the machine."
"Are you serious?" Sydney asked incredulously.
"Very. Sloane has always wanted to take over the world, to serve a greater purpose in his mind. That greater purpose is rather unclear for the rest of us, but it's what has driven him. He's certain that he is part of a prophecy, one that you are also included in. You've always been the one to ruin his plans. Since you seemed to be so patriotic and betrayed him, he knew he had to shoot you into the future. See, according to several records written by Rambaldi, if you were sent into the future, your life would be more or less ruined. The anger that stems from that, you would wish to destroy the world as we know it. Overthrow governments, rule the world together as you see fit. It's always been in your reach. Sloane needs you to do this, so he can come to the power he desires for the universe."
"What are you saying, Sark?"
He finally looked at her, taking in her features. Once he finished telling her all of this, her purity would be totally crushed. She'd have a hate for the world and everything in it, soon. Her eyes were green due to her contacts, but flecks of amber still shone through. Her dyed hair fell around her cheeks, framing her face. Her skin was unblemished, only a slight scar on her smooth stomach that her halter top revealed. He loved drinking in the sight of her, her pink lips pursed in foreboding.
"After Sloane finished construction, he sent the three of us into the future."
"Us? You, me and Sloane."
"Yes. He sent you two years forward because by then everyone thought you were missing and possibly a traitor. He sent me to ensure you used your power to screw up the world."
"Why you? It's not like I normally listen to you."
Sark chuckled ironically.
"You are now, aren't you?"
Sydney nodded slowly, suddenly understanding what he was saying.
"What Sloane didn't expect was that I would betray him. I'm here to send us back and destroy the time machine."
"Why the change of heart, Sark?"
He shrugged. "I'm not really sure. It's just kind of what happened. The minute I saw you, vulnerable and confused, I knew I couldn't force you to do this."
"Do you think we can pull this off?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Rambaldi foresaw it, I suppose. I'm the man from the prophecy. I'm the one who was meant to help you decide. That's why Sloane sent me. But I know we'll do this and I know we'll go back to where we are supposed to be."
Sark said it so passionately, Sydney was starting to believe him. She observed his face, his blue eyes wide and adamently clear. She found herself reaching out to him. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Her hands were buried in his curls as she pulled his face to her. Her heart swelled with something she couldn't quite describe. She'd been so burdened with what had happened. Vaughn wasn't really married. Will hadn't been saved yet. Marshall hadn't married Carrie. Jack was okay. Sark was still captured. Only moments had possibly passed in her time. All of these jumbled thoughts were erased the second their lips touched in a gently kiss. Sark pulled her to him, lifting her off her feet, enclosing her around the waist. They kissed for a minute, separated way too soon. He leaned his forehead against Sydney's and they stayed that way for a while. Sydney searched his face at the same time Sark scrutinized her. She slowly started to smile, not an ounce of guilt settling over her. Sark actually returned the smile, a real smile as opposed to a smirk. He started the conversation up slowly again.
"The device is in a warehouse down the street. We'll need to set it several days in advance since I didn't escape until Sloane blasted us here. There's no way to determine where we land, though it will likely be in the same city. We have to meet up in Cairo, 2003 to destroy the device."
"Okay."
"You're the only one who can destroy it."
"Is that your subtle way of telling me not to bring the CIA into this?"
"Indeed."
Sark turned off the water.
"Deah, can we touh tomorra?"
"Of course, Scarlett." Sark followed her into the bedroom where they both lay down wordlessly to sleep.
Will was searching the database for the hotels and came up with nothing. Still, he felt that the hotels held some sort of significance. None of them had websites, though he'd managed to find out they'd all been bought over the last two years. He also managed to scrounge up addresses. Kendall sent him to Egypt, Weiss to England, and Jack to Paris. The orders were acceptable and everyone had a shred of hope in their minds. Vaughn was the only one to protest what was happening. He wanted to join in with the search, but every one wanted him out of it. Vaughn still had feelings for the woman, he wanted her. Things weren't looking good for her now, anyways. To be missing for two years, mysteriously reappearing and then being found with Mr. Sark, an escaped prisoner and murderer, wasn't very reassuring. Still he'd been told to stay out of it. So he was stuck at the Task Force Building, waiting for any word from those who were flying around the planet for Sydney.