Found
Chapter Five
Struggle
Both Sark and Sydney were sleeping peacefully enclosed in each others arms. Sydney slept the best she had since she'd become a spy and Sark, well, he rarely slept just to avoid the nightmares. Neither realized that they'd been made by Arvin Sloane. The sun streamed in through the window unsuspectingly. A light breeze flew through the open panes, ruffling Sydney's long tresses. When the door burst open, disturbing the peace, Sark jumped, grabbing his gun off the nightstand, cocking it. He found Sloane pointing a machine gun at the two of them.
"See, I thought we'd discussed this, Mr. Sark. You are on my side. You were to help me make Sydney realize her power. Not make her realize how to go home. Now, granted, you two make an adorable couple, but I was positive that you thought with your brain."
"Indeed I do. And you should know Sydney cannot be forced into doing anything she doesn't wish." He never stopped looking at Sloane. He could kill Sloane with the flick of his hand, but then they would never be able to get back. He felt Sydney's presence behind him, sitting up amongst the pillows and sheets. Her eyes had darkened with a hate Sark rarely saw, and he took the chance. He shot his pistol and the bullet landed next to Sloane's head. Sydney took the time to dash across the room, onto the terrace, and jump over the rail.
"You missed, Mr. Sark." Sloane stated wryly.
He sent Sloane his famous smirk.
"No, I didn't."
Sloane glanced behind Sark and noticed that Sydney was gone. In a bout of anger, he started firing. Sark hit the ground, rolled, and returned fire. He jumped over the fence and ran to Sydney. He grabbed her hand and the two ran to the warehouse, hoping to have enough head start to beat Sloane.
Will sprinted into the Egyptian Cat after hearing gun shots. Will was up the stairs, following the sounds. He saw one door open and Sloane on the ground, clutching his leg. Blood poured from the wound, but Will knew it wasn't fatal. He was getting quite familiar with life-threatening injuriess.
"Where is she?" Will demanded.
Sloane moaned, but replied as if he still had the upper hand.
"You are too late, Mr. Tippin."
"No!"
Will kicked Sloane's ribs and heard them crack. Sloane struggled to his feet, trying to regain composure. Will was on him, before he even had a chance.
"You ruined our lives!"
He punched Sloane severely in the jaw, knocking him out. He was about to take Sloane back to a car when a light flashed and then nothing.
Sark opened the door to one warehouse of a row of identical ones. Inside, a massive combination of Rambaldi artifacts stood before them. Sydney circled it in awe, finally understanding the obsession for many of Milo Rambaldi. Just being able to view the completed machine caused a change inside of her. She felt her strength bubbling inside of her like molten lava. A tiny, haunting voice cried out, "All you have to do is pull the clock and you'll be the ruler."
Sark was reloading his gun when he noticed the indecision on Sydney's face.
"Sydney, turn the dial underneath the clock face two times back, then the little knob five times forward. That will set us in 2003 five days ahead of our last time there."
The voice continued, taunting, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. You stay here. You can show Sloane what happens when he betrays you."
Sydney grabbed her head, shaking it.
"No!"
"Yesss...You can get rid of Sloane. The CIA has never been able to do that. You can make your dad see how wrong he was to use you for a Project Christmas experiment. You can show everyone how wrong they were about you."
Sydney didn't know where the details of her life were coming from, but it was quite convincing. She felt an internal struggle inside of her, pros and cons of staying and leaving pulling at each other.
Sark whirled, hearing the voice as well.
"I was in Project Christmas, too, Sydney. You really don't want to do this. You'll never forgive yourself after your done. The thrall will leave and you'll be left with nothing.""You already have nothing, Sydney."
"You have much more, Syd. Friends, family. Don't do this."
The voice turned on Sark. "Mr. Sark...let her do this. You'll have much power, too. It is destiny. You can rule with Sydney. Together."
Sark shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts.
"No. No."
Sydney had her hand over the clock, ready to jerk it from the resting place.
"Sydney! I love you!"
Suddenly, as if she was snapped from a daze, her hand fell to her side. A few stray tears streamed down her cheeks, but the struggle was over. She slowly turned the dial back twice and the other forward five times. A light flashed and it was done.
Chapter Five
Struggle
Both Sark and Sydney were sleeping peacefully enclosed in each others arms. Sydney slept the best she had since she'd become a spy and Sark, well, he rarely slept just to avoid the nightmares. Neither realized that they'd been made by Arvin Sloane. The sun streamed in through the window unsuspectingly. A light breeze flew through the open panes, ruffling Sydney's long tresses. When the door burst open, disturbing the peace, Sark jumped, grabbing his gun off the nightstand, cocking it. He found Sloane pointing a machine gun at the two of them.
"See, I thought we'd discussed this, Mr. Sark. You are on my side. You were to help me make Sydney realize her power. Not make her realize how to go home. Now, granted, you two make an adorable couple, but I was positive that you thought with your brain."
"Indeed I do. And you should know Sydney cannot be forced into doing anything she doesn't wish." He never stopped looking at Sloane. He could kill Sloane with the flick of his hand, but then they would never be able to get back. He felt Sydney's presence behind him, sitting up amongst the pillows and sheets. Her eyes had darkened with a hate Sark rarely saw, and he took the chance. He shot his pistol and the bullet landed next to Sloane's head. Sydney took the time to dash across the room, onto the terrace, and jump over the rail.
"You missed, Mr. Sark." Sloane stated wryly.
He sent Sloane his famous smirk.
"No, I didn't."
Sloane glanced behind Sark and noticed that Sydney was gone. In a bout of anger, he started firing. Sark hit the ground, rolled, and returned fire. He jumped over the fence and ran to Sydney. He grabbed her hand and the two ran to the warehouse, hoping to have enough head start to beat Sloane.
Will sprinted into the Egyptian Cat after hearing gun shots. Will was up the stairs, following the sounds. He saw one door open and Sloane on the ground, clutching his leg. Blood poured from the wound, but Will knew it wasn't fatal. He was getting quite familiar with life-threatening injuriess.
"Where is she?" Will demanded.
Sloane moaned, but replied as if he still had the upper hand.
"You are too late, Mr. Tippin."
"No!"
Will kicked Sloane's ribs and heard them crack. Sloane struggled to his feet, trying to regain composure. Will was on him, before he even had a chance.
"You ruined our lives!"
He punched Sloane severely in the jaw, knocking him out. He was about to take Sloane back to a car when a light flashed and then nothing.
Sark opened the door to one warehouse of a row of identical ones. Inside, a massive combination of Rambaldi artifacts stood before them. Sydney circled it in awe, finally understanding the obsession for many of Milo Rambaldi. Just being able to view the completed machine caused a change inside of her. She felt her strength bubbling inside of her like molten lava. A tiny, haunting voice cried out, "All you have to do is pull the clock and you'll be the ruler."
Sark was reloading his gun when he noticed the indecision on Sydney's face.
"Sydney, turn the dial underneath the clock face two times back, then the little knob five times forward. That will set us in 2003 five days ahead of our last time there."
The voice continued, taunting, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. You stay here. You can show Sloane what happens when he betrays you."
Sydney grabbed her head, shaking it.
"No!"
"Yesss...You can get rid of Sloane. The CIA has never been able to do that. You can make your dad see how wrong he was to use you for a Project Christmas experiment. You can show everyone how wrong they were about you."
Sydney didn't know where the details of her life were coming from, but it was quite convincing. She felt an internal struggle inside of her, pros and cons of staying and leaving pulling at each other.
Sark whirled, hearing the voice as well.
"I was in Project Christmas, too, Sydney. You really don't want to do this. You'll never forgive yourself after your done. The thrall will leave and you'll be left with nothing.""You already have nothing, Sydney."
"You have much more, Syd. Friends, family. Don't do this."
The voice turned on Sark. "Mr. Sark...let her do this. You'll have much power, too. It is destiny. You can rule with Sydney. Together."
Sark shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts.
"No. No."
Sydney had her hand over the clock, ready to jerk it from the resting place.
"Sydney! I love you!"
Suddenly, as if she was snapped from a daze, her hand fell to her side. A few stray tears streamed down her cheeks, but the struggle was over. She slowly turned the dial back twice and the other forward five times. A light flashed and it was done.