A/N: I think I'm falling in love with you Susan. She is such a great Beta reader, and not to mention writer. Sorry, though, because I changed it around a bit than the one you read.
A/N2: Sorry, about the wait! I am truly! School sucks and my term paper was due, and so was my World History Credits, plus my Pre-Calculus Master Exams. So writing this became something of a chore, and writing shouldn't be. So sorry! But here is the thing, I got 10 chapters done so that is…4….6…16 chapters? I do not know.
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Chapter 6
Sydney turned to the figure in the shadows, before her hands met the rope. Her face was emotionless which turned Sark on even more. Her face was emotionless, like a powerful ruthless Grand Duchess that she was. Sark came from behind, brushing against Sydney with passion. Vaughn was displeased with the man, disgusted was more like it. He couldn't stand him standing against Sydney with such a dominant side. Their faces pinned a fraud and a conspiracy, something they both seemed to be in on.
Soon guards came in and made Vaughn sit in the iron chair next to Jack. Sydney looked back and saw him being restrained; Sydney looked over to Sark, who had stepped closer.
"Would you care to explain why you were working with CIA agents?" Sark's voice was hard and bitter, but started soft to her letting her know he was concern.
"When I saw my father he knew why I didn't give him the disk. He took me under arrest by the CIA. I was able to trick them, with Haladki's help, in coming to Corsica. I knew you would be here and the artifact would be already being transferred to another location than here. I was going on intuition, and it worked. You know I would never betray you." Her voice was hoarse and soft as it was to Vaughn and Jack surprise that she tricked them.
"Yes, I know my darling. What do you plan on doing with them?" He shifted his power to her. She took the rare chance of using Sark's power for her own benefit.
"I don't know. He is my father, Sark." She attacked him. He took the hint and moved close to Jack.
"I had a nice talk with him, though didn't answer much. Keeps his poker face on, very clever though." He turn around his chair like eying his prey. This was a game to Sark, it always was. This time Sydney knew his game and one false move on his half could loose all trust with the girl. The poor thing, Sark thought, choosing between her Father and glory. She will make the right choice, in time she will see her destiny. "It weird how you two do not seem alike at all."
Sydney smiled at Sark with such affection that it was undeniable they were emotionally attached. "My Father has a weakness for water, drown him and he will speak." Sydney come close to him, straddled her hands on the chair and met with his eyes. And for a second could see sorrow and pity, but it changed with the movements that she forced.
"Drowning? It always has been my weakness and there is no doubt it is the same with you Daddy." She hasn't called him that in years. Moments back when she was leaving for camp, begging to stay with her nanny. She would do anything to stay home, with her mice that she kept in a cage in the den. Those mice were the weirdest thing a child, let alone a little girl desired. He should have known then when she took the two mice from the cage, Julia and Kitty, and set them out in the house and watched how the cat ran after the mice. He heard the squeaking of the mice from upstairs. He was terrified as he walked into the living room and saw Sydney watching Boris, their orange cat, eating the mice. The nanny had been screaming that she was the devil's child and moved out of the house the following day. When Jack shook her shoulders shocking her out of her trance, he asked her why she let Boris eat Julia and Kitty. She replied, I was bored. He hasn't been so terrified for her well being in his life. That is when he sent her to therapy until she was sixteen.
"Death by water, the same way mommy died. It was your fault that she died, you know. I've always blamed you for taking away my mother." She told him sadly.
"I know you blame me." He replies. Sark is surprised by his voice, hours of interrogation and not a vowel now he was speaking clearly and crisply. But Jack was aware of his presence at the time, it was just him and Sydney.
"Did you ever think that maybe I needed you when she died? That I needed a family."
"The CIA…"
"Exactly. It was never just the Bristows. It was Jack, Laura, Sydney, and the CIA. It was never the three, it was always the four." Sydney spat.
"I can't control it Sydney."
"You could have tried! You made no effort. I cried my eyes out waiting for you to return from your business trips when I tried my best to win your love. You never even appreciated me!"
"Darling, I think that time is running away with you. We a have a plane to catch in twenty minutes." Sark interrupted. Sydney looked up and nodded.
Sark escorted her out with his hand on the small of her back.
The guards stood on guard as Sydney and Sark walked out of the room and entered the office where she strolled around. Different from before, seemed like it suited Sark more than the musty upper-class office which he once had. But after all this wasn't his house. She blatantly stared into the Van Gogh copy on his office wall. Beautiful, placed piece by piece from the brush strokes made you feel misplaced and content at the same time. Sydney mused all the feelings that associated with the picture until he spoke from the silence.
"You're unhappy. Your Father probably." He muses. She turned around from the picture and he placed his hands on her hips.
"Not exactly, I'm worried about that Agent Vaughn. He trusted me and yet I betrayed him." Sydney looked down at her hands, shaking and numb. He took raised up her face with his palm, and brushed the loose strands of her short hair behind her ear. He missed her long beautiful locks, instead her chestnut hair was chopped at her ear and didn't resemble her style. It was accepting about it though, it just seemed like she was falling apart.
"Look at me." Her brown eyes once rested on the floor now looked up at his gray eyes. She could just felt her soul melting with every breath he took. "You look down to no one, not even me. You rule with power, make them fear you, and they will respect you. Though who could not, you are such a beautiful woman." He thought to himself, one of his many personalities. "Don't worry about small agents below you, that is why you have me. Your challenge is above you, such as Sloane. Your bring down Sloane and you will have the power."
"It scares me." She admited.
"This life does, but believe me Sydney, you have potential and that potential will not be waste."
"You say that every time I get discouraged, when is it going to happen?" She looks at him wanting and lost.
"Soon Sydney, very soon."
Finally he gave in to her deception and kissed her, touched her lips with raw emotion. Quickly he took his hands and pressing them on her cheeks, giving into her fully. She moved more closer to him for her body to be pressed on his at the same time. His thirst drives him to take his hand from her cheeks and down her back to her backside and pulling her up wrapping her legs around his body and pulling her closer to savor her. His kisses become rougher and intense as the chemical flow to his head and then he realizes why she was so exotic and tempestuous.
She gave into him since she could not resist. She never could.
He placed her on the couch as he came down on her, taking in her beauty. He started to take off her black sweater and taking in the sight of her upper torso. The lacy black bra and her milky pale skin, he stares and savors the memory. She questioned him by cocking her head to the side, smiling.
"I don't know how I resisted you for all those years."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him softly, devouring him. He never saw this side of Sydney in the bedroom, it has always been about racing, bring the beginning to the end successfully and do it again---eight times, last time he remembered of being with her.
"I want to go slow, I want it my way." She whispered in his ear.
His hands suddenly drop from her shoulders and she hears a large thump on the hard wood floors. Before she could turn around she hears the gun cock and then blackness incursion with her vision; she doesn't want to open her eyes. But her eyes were open.
Red.
Blood.
Where's the blood? Where's the light?
I can't move. Someone help me.
Sark, he had to do this.
Why?
He loved me!
Didn't he? He was my handler.
Wait.
Does he know?
Where the damn blood?
I need my cell, have to help Daddy.
Is he alive?
Mommy, where's Mommy?
Sydney's mind flashes, she saw bright lights, and then the beautiful mobile music from her crib was heard.
Her mind flashed to the graceful figure as the figure picked up the small baby from the crib and smiled as she held her baby above her head and then settled the baby in her arms
"Zaravet ubezhat, Ili dver na zamok, I molchat I lezhat, Izuchat potolok, I mechtat ne kad vse, Tselovat nebesa, Potolok karusel."
The mother sung to the child caring in her arms, singing in her native tongue. She smiled as the darling baby cooed and smiled brightly at her mother's beautiful voice. The sun came in and she looked up and back down as they knew it was morning.
"Cry and run away, or lock the door, keep the silence and lie, studying the ceiling, dream not like everybody, kiss the heaven, ceiling is a carousel." She repeated in English for the baby's understanding. "Happy Birthday, Sydney, One year old!"
Softly, the baby giggled as the mother rocked her back and forth, settling on tickling the baby's stomach as she continued to sing the song along with the mobile tune.
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A/N3: More reviews the faster I'll put up the other chapters.