TITLE: Dissonance - Chapter 10
AUTHOR: Lillian
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: The Telling aftermath
SPOILERS: All the way through season two, post-episode for The Telling.
DISCLAIMER: The characters all belong to JJ, in whom I trust until September. If I owned them, I wouldn't be working a 2nd job.
A/N: A friend wrote a fic post Telling and it inspired my own bit of madness. This is my first non-humorous fan fiction that I've written all by myself. Last chapter! I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have.
Chapter 10
Sydney left her parked car and strolled into the CIA building. She hummed to herself as she walked through the security checkpoints and keyed in her access code before entering the rotunda. She felt lighter than air. Of course, a weekend full of incredibly hot sex had been known to do that to a person.
She smiled while she sat down at her desk and locked her purse in the drawer. Nothing had changed. She'd been away for a month. Sydney wondered what on earth she would do now. Sloane was dead. The future lay before her with seemingly endless possibilities. She'd begun toying with the idea of leaving the CIA and making use of her master's degree. She hadn't talked to Vaughn about it yet but knew he'd support her in whatever she decided to do.
Vaughn. At the thought of him, she looked at the empty key chain on her desk. They'd each bought one yesterday in Santa Barbara. Vaughn had asked her if she wanted to move in with him. Like there was any possibility of a negative answer. Then he'd asked if she wanted to rent or buy. Buy! She and Vaughn, owning a house together. They'd practically killed each other with the lovemaking that had ensued after that question. She was still a little sore, in fact. She chuckled to herself at the thought of the shape Vaughn was in. She'd actually drawn blood with her nails down his back. He hadn't complained a bit. If anything, he'd seemed thrilled with this new aspect to their sex life.
Sydney didn't give a thought as to why she was suddenly more aggressive in bed with Vaughn. She'd pushed the memory of her subconscious "fling" with Sark out of her mind. She got up and walked toward the kitchen to get some coffee. As she made her way across the rotunda, she automatically checked a bank of security monitors along the wall. They showed the cell where her mother had been held. Sydney had spent hours watching Irina, trying to figure her out.
Of course, the cell held a different prisoner now. She stood transfixed as she followed his graceful steps while he paced the cell. She heard the guard speak to Sark over the intercom. "It's time to go take your shower. You know what to do." Sydney couldn't tear herself away as Sark scowled and began removing his clothes. He revealed himself to her, the lean muscles of his torso showing themselves as he removed his shirt. Sydney chewed on her fingernail as Sark removed his pants, the long line of his thigh coming into view. He had the legs of a soccer player, she thought to herself, all sinewy muscles. Vaughn was more solid, having the thicker muscles of a hockey player. Sark was full of angles, sharpness and beauty. Her heart beat faster as he removed his boxers. Her brain screamed at her to stop looking but she couldn't. She was enthralled, held under some kind of spell. She got a brief glimpse of Sark's fully nude body before he wrapped himself into a gray robe. He turned and looked directly into the camera. A shock ran through her body as his piercing eyes met hers. She swore he knew she was there.
She let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding as the guard led him away. Dazedly, she continued on to the kitchen. She shook her head and got a cup of coffee, strong and black. Sydney's body shivered as memories cascaded over her of her subconscious "time" with Sark. What's happening to me? I can't want him, she vowed to herself, I can't.
No, I'll be fine, she said to herself. She decided to examine these strange feelings later. She had a wonderful man who loved her. She could deal with this. Sydney walked back to her desk, careful not to glance at the monitors again. She was glad to hear Weiss call her into a meeting with Kendall.
"I'll be right there," she replied. Gathering control of herself, she lifted her head high and walked into the briefing room.
~Fin~
AUTHOR: Lillian
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: The Telling aftermath
SPOILERS: All the way through season two, post-episode for The Telling.
DISCLAIMER: The characters all belong to JJ, in whom I trust until September. If I owned them, I wouldn't be working a 2nd job.
A/N: A friend wrote a fic post Telling and it inspired my own bit of madness. This is my first non-humorous fan fiction that I've written all by myself. Last chapter! I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have.
Chapter 10
Sydney left her parked car and strolled into the CIA building. She hummed to herself as she walked through the security checkpoints and keyed in her access code before entering the rotunda. She felt lighter than air. Of course, a weekend full of incredibly hot sex had been known to do that to a person.
She smiled while she sat down at her desk and locked her purse in the drawer. Nothing had changed. She'd been away for a month. Sydney wondered what on earth she would do now. Sloane was dead. The future lay before her with seemingly endless possibilities. She'd begun toying with the idea of leaving the CIA and making use of her master's degree. She hadn't talked to Vaughn about it yet but knew he'd support her in whatever she decided to do.
Vaughn. At the thought of him, she looked at the empty key chain on her desk. They'd each bought one yesterday in Santa Barbara. Vaughn had asked her if she wanted to move in with him. Like there was any possibility of a negative answer. Then he'd asked if she wanted to rent or buy. Buy! She and Vaughn, owning a house together. They'd practically killed each other with the lovemaking that had ensued after that question. She was still a little sore, in fact. She chuckled to herself at the thought of the shape Vaughn was in. She'd actually drawn blood with her nails down his back. He hadn't complained a bit. If anything, he'd seemed thrilled with this new aspect to their sex life.
Sydney didn't give a thought as to why she was suddenly more aggressive in bed with Vaughn. She'd pushed the memory of her subconscious "fling" with Sark out of her mind. She got up and walked toward the kitchen to get some coffee. As she made her way across the rotunda, she automatically checked a bank of security monitors along the wall. They showed the cell where her mother had been held. Sydney had spent hours watching Irina, trying to figure her out.
Of course, the cell held a different prisoner now. She stood transfixed as she followed his graceful steps while he paced the cell. She heard the guard speak to Sark over the intercom. "It's time to go take your shower. You know what to do." Sydney couldn't tear herself away as Sark scowled and began removing his clothes. He revealed himself to her, the lean muscles of his torso showing themselves as he removed his shirt. Sydney chewed on her fingernail as Sark removed his pants, the long line of his thigh coming into view. He had the legs of a soccer player, she thought to herself, all sinewy muscles. Vaughn was more solid, having the thicker muscles of a hockey player. Sark was full of angles, sharpness and beauty. Her heart beat faster as he removed his boxers. Her brain screamed at her to stop looking but she couldn't. She was enthralled, held under some kind of spell. She got a brief glimpse of Sark's fully nude body before he wrapped himself into a gray robe. He turned and looked directly into the camera. A shock ran through her body as his piercing eyes met hers. She swore he knew she was there.
She let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding as the guard led him away. Dazedly, she continued on to the kitchen. She shook her head and got a cup of coffee, strong and black. Sydney's body shivered as memories cascaded over her of her subconscious "time" with Sark. What's happening to me? I can't want him, she vowed to herself, I can't.
No, I'll be fine, she said to herself. She decided to examine these strange feelings later. She had a wonderful man who loved her. She could deal with this. Sydney walked back to her desk, careful not to glance at the monitors again. She was glad to hear Weiss call her into a meeting with Kendall.
"I'll be right there," she replied. Gathering control of herself, she lifted her head high and walked into the briefing room.
~Fin~