Chapter 20: A New Revelation
"Sark!" Sydney called out to him urgently with her eyes glued to the last sentence of the first page of the notebook. Deceased. She felt panic well up in her throat. Vaughn could be in stage 4 right now and she and the antidote were thousands of miles away. After a few deep breaths and doing a little math in her head, she remembered that Vaughn hadn't shown accelerated symptoms like Subject G, he was still safe for at least another 20 hours before lapsing into a coma. She turned to Sark as he started to mutter something.
Sark was sitting at the computer with his hands over his ears blocking out a sound that only he could hear. He was reciting some kind of formula. He got louder and louder until he was shouting at the top of his lungs. He got up from his chair and walked toward the cot. Midway there he stopped yelling and paused. He rubbed his temple as if he had a headache.
"Sark?" Sark was following Subject G's accelerated symptoms. A myriad of thoughts and emotions invaded her. She could save him by giving him the antidote. Vaughn was thousands of miles away and Sark was in front of her. If she didn't give him the antidote, she would be forced to watch him die. Sydney remembered the loving look he'd given her thinking she was Sarah. The passionate kiss they shared before she'd injected him with the virus. The vision of him stealing her breakfast and flashing her an impish grin, another of him rising out of the hot tub on the night of their first mission. Sark was a flesh and blood man who could love and die. He could die. She didn't want him to die. The procession of thoughts came to an end at the last thought. She didn't want Sark to die.
"Did you find something?" Sark asked her before she could delve deeper into figuring out why she should care if Sark lived or died.
"Yes!" She said it a little louder then she meant to. "I found Yon Hee's notebook. Maybe you can find the missing part of the antidote." She handed him the notebook. His hands briefly touched hers sending electrical shocks up her arm.
"Is something wrong?" Sark asked her puzzled.
"No! Yes! I'm worried about Vaughn." She'd imagined that electrical shock hadn't she?
Sark flipped open the notebook and read it. After reading the first page he looked up at her. "Have I?" He paused as if searching for the right words. "Am I showing any symptoms?"
"A little." She lied not wanting to panic him into fighting her again.
He bruisingly grabbed her arms. He hadn't panicked but there was definitely concern flashing in his eyes. "What have I said? What have I done?" When she didn't answer he shook her firmly.
"You called me Sarah a couple of times." She said quickly before he could shake her again.
"Did I hit you?" He searched her face.
"What?!!" Had she been wrong about Sark's love for Sarah?
"Listen to me carefully Sydney, if I come toward you. when I'm not myself. run." Sark said warningly and gave her a last shake to emphasize it.
"You killed her! You killed Sarah!" She accused him.
Sark didn't deny it. He let her go and turned away but not before Sydney saw the guilt in his eyes and she knew it was the truth.
"You sick bastard! You were suppose to be in love with her and you killed her!" She wasn't sure why she was so mad or disappointed. How could she think that Sark could be human? She was glad that she hadn't given in to her feelings and given him the antidote. Let him suffer for all the pain he's caused, she thought.
"Remember what I said, stay away from me." He said coldy walking away from her.
"That's kind of hard since we're stuck here for the next 10 and a half hours! Did you enjoy killing her? Did she pick her husband over you? Is that why you killed her? You couldn't." She stopped as he turned around and pinned her with his intense rage. Then his face changed as if by magic. Instead of anger, he had on a pleading looking and his mouth was quirked into a boyish grin.
"I do love you! You know I'd do anything for you." He said as he rubbed her arm up and down in a placating gesture.
"You're a liar Sark, you never loved her." Sydney said knowing Sark was going through another past episode.
"You know that you're my life but don't make me choose between you and my job." Sark had a determined edge to his face. "Figures, you'd choose your job over love, you heartless machine!" Sydney muttered under her breath.
"Is that an ultimatum?" Sark looked sad. He walked to the computer and picked up something imaginary and held it to his ear. "Hello, Sanderson, this is." He stopped as if someone had taken the phone away from him. "You know that you just hung up on my boss." He said half laughing. "I know how hard it is for you not knowing where I am all the time. But I promise you that the chances of me getting hurt are pretty non-existent. It's not like in the movies you know, in fact it's usually 95% paperwork and only about 5% action." He paused and them smiled lasciviously. "Yes, Sir! I mean ma'am!" He started laughing joyously and danced around the room with an imaginary partner.
Sydney didn't want to watch but she couldn't help herself. She didn't want to see the human side of Sark. She didn't want to get to know him better. She didn't want to see how happiness changed his entire face. She didn't want her anger at him to slip away as she was exposed with his smile and laughter. She sat down on the cot, tired at fighting the emotional and mental battle that was happening inside her. Why couldn't life be simple? After a few more minutes Sydney made a decision.
"Sark!" Sydney called out to him urgently with her eyes glued to the last sentence of the first page of the notebook. Deceased. She felt panic well up in her throat. Vaughn could be in stage 4 right now and she and the antidote were thousands of miles away. After a few deep breaths and doing a little math in her head, she remembered that Vaughn hadn't shown accelerated symptoms like Subject G, he was still safe for at least another 20 hours before lapsing into a coma. She turned to Sark as he started to mutter something.
Sark was sitting at the computer with his hands over his ears blocking out a sound that only he could hear. He was reciting some kind of formula. He got louder and louder until he was shouting at the top of his lungs. He got up from his chair and walked toward the cot. Midway there he stopped yelling and paused. He rubbed his temple as if he had a headache.
"Sark?" Sark was following Subject G's accelerated symptoms. A myriad of thoughts and emotions invaded her. She could save him by giving him the antidote. Vaughn was thousands of miles away and Sark was in front of her. If she didn't give him the antidote, she would be forced to watch him die. Sydney remembered the loving look he'd given her thinking she was Sarah. The passionate kiss they shared before she'd injected him with the virus. The vision of him stealing her breakfast and flashing her an impish grin, another of him rising out of the hot tub on the night of their first mission. Sark was a flesh and blood man who could love and die. He could die. She didn't want him to die. The procession of thoughts came to an end at the last thought. She didn't want Sark to die.
"Did you find something?" Sark asked her before she could delve deeper into figuring out why she should care if Sark lived or died.
"Yes!" She said it a little louder then she meant to. "I found Yon Hee's notebook. Maybe you can find the missing part of the antidote." She handed him the notebook. His hands briefly touched hers sending electrical shocks up her arm.
"Is something wrong?" Sark asked her puzzled.
"No! Yes! I'm worried about Vaughn." She'd imagined that electrical shock hadn't she?
Sark flipped open the notebook and read it. After reading the first page he looked up at her. "Have I?" He paused as if searching for the right words. "Am I showing any symptoms?"
"A little." She lied not wanting to panic him into fighting her again.
He bruisingly grabbed her arms. He hadn't panicked but there was definitely concern flashing in his eyes. "What have I said? What have I done?" When she didn't answer he shook her firmly.
"You called me Sarah a couple of times." She said quickly before he could shake her again.
"Did I hit you?" He searched her face.
"What?!!" Had she been wrong about Sark's love for Sarah?
"Listen to me carefully Sydney, if I come toward you. when I'm not myself. run." Sark said warningly and gave her a last shake to emphasize it.
"You killed her! You killed Sarah!" She accused him.
Sark didn't deny it. He let her go and turned away but not before Sydney saw the guilt in his eyes and she knew it was the truth.
"You sick bastard! You were suppose to be in love with her and you killed her!" She wasn't sure why she was so mad or disappointed. How could she think that Sark could be human? She was glad that she hadn't given in to her feelings and given him the antidote. Let him suffer for all the pain he's caused, she thought.
"Remember what I said, stay away from me." He said coldy walking away from her.
"That's kind of hard since we're stuck here for the next 10 and a half hours! Did you enjoy killing her? Did she pick her husband over you? Is that why you killed her? You couldn't." She stopped as he turned around and pinned her with his intense rage. Then his face changed as if by magic. Instead of anger, he had on a pleading looking and his mouth was quirked into a boyish grin.
"I do love you! You know I'd do anything for you." He said as he rubbed her arm up and down in a placating gesture.
"You're a liar Sark, you never loved her." Sydney said knowing Sark was going through another past episode.
"You know that you're my life but don't make me choose between you and my job." Sark had a determined edge to his face. "Figures, you'd choose your job over love, you heartless machine!" Sydney muttered under her breath.
"Is that an ultimatum?" Sark looked sad. He walked to the computer and picked up something imaginary and held it to his ear. "Hello, Sanderson, this is." He stopped as if someone had taken the phone away from him. "You know that you just hung up on my boss." He said half laughing. "I know how hard it is for you not knowing where I am all the time. But I promise you that the chances of me getting hurt are pretty non-existent. It's not like in the movies you know, in fact it's usually 95% paperwork and only about 5% action." He paused and them smiled lasciviously. "Yes, Sir! I mean ma'am!" He started laughing joyously and danced around the room with an imaginary partner.
Sydney didn't want to watch but she couldn't help herself. She didn't want to see the human side of Sark. She didn't want to get to know him better. She didn't want to see how happiness changed his entire face. She didn't want her anger at him to slip away as she was exposed with his smile and laughter. She sat down on the cot, tired at fighting the emotional and mental battle that was happening inside her. Why couldn't life be simple? After a few more minutes Sydney made a decision.
