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Chapter 3-
Sark was already on the plane by the time Sydney got there. His seat near the back, by the window. Silently throwing her carry-on in the seat next to her, she took a seat directly across the aisle from his.
"Hello." he said, without breaking his gaze out the window.
She replied with a brief, "Hey."
Her curiosity was getting the better of her and she finally decided to start a conversation. "So have you found anything out on what sort of information Sloane is having us get?"
This brought his attention from the window as he turned to see her. "No, I haven't. I guess this will be a surprise to both of us."
She started to get a feeling that he wasn't up for talking, so she nodded slowly showing him she understood as she slipped her headphones over her ears and sank back into the chair.
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(I don't know how long it takes to get to Tokyo, so just go with me here…) Her sleep suddenly stopped as she felt a slight nudge on her shoulder. Still tired, she turned around from her curled position to see Sark standing over her.
"What…?" she mumbled out.
"I suggest you get up soon, we'll be landing shortly." with that, he walked up to the front of the plane to check on the time, just to be sure.
Moaning, she started to pack to CD player and headphones back into her carry-on. A manila folder caught her eye as she dropped her bag to the side of her seat. She picked it up and started going through the information. Apparently, Sark and her had just gotten married and were enjoying their 'honey moon' in Tokyo. They both came from lavish lifestyles and were staying at a very high-class hotel. The timing of the mission was set to a cocktail party scheduled for tomorrow night in the hotel's large conference room. Sydney would, of course, put her skills of attracting men to action as Sark was set to sneak out and find the information hidden in a back room near the conference room.
'Simple enough.' she thought to herself as she saw Sark coming back towards her.
"Ready?" he asked, sitting down for the landing.
"As ready as I'll ever be." she answered confidently giving him an award-winning smile.
Sark gave her a quick smirk and gathered his small amount of things he brought with him.
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They walked into the airport from the terminal hand in hand, they knew they had to do it so there wasn't any other options, and got into their awaiting taxi. Sark gave the driver directions and turned to Sydney.
"I hope the flight didn't bother you too much my love. I know it was very long."
It took Sydney all her might to stop herself from laughing at how fast Sark got into the alias, but somehow managed to answer, "Oh, I'm just very tired. Can't wait till we get to the hotel", raising the back of her hand to her forehead, she added quickly, "My love."
She knew Sark wasn't expecting that and enjoyed the quick flash of curiosity in his eyes. She gave him a big smile and turned to face the window.
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The taxi stopped in front of a gorgeous hotel. Sark paid the driver and quickly walked back up to where Sydney was already standing, waiting for Sark.
"Well, let's get this started." She said.
"Let's." He answered, reaching for Sydney's hand as they made their way to the check-in desk.
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Sliding the card through, the green light showed and she quickly opened the door. What awaited her was a very large presidential suite, with an old-European style bedroom, and Japanese-style bathroom. The sitting area was just as beautiful as the rest, with an oriental flare to it. She couldn't help but gasp just a little as she took in her new accommodations.
"Well, I believe we have some business to attend to." Sark stated, breaking Sydney's train of thought.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah." she replied, quickly recovering from her daydream.
They moved silently throughout the room, placing their belongings in their rightful spot.
"We have until tomorrow night to discuss what you want me to do. So, let's start." Sydney said, breaking the silence.
He walked out of the bathroom and headed into the bedroom where she was, and noticed the one bed. She followed where he was looking and understood his smirk that had suddenly appeared and noticed the bed she somehow forgot to think of.
"I hope you know your sleeping on the couch." Sydney stated clearly, casually pointing to the comfortable couch set beside the wall.
He shot her a glance that told her he knew and went over to the couch.
"So, now that we're settled." Sydney began, pulling her legs up onto the bed in an Indian-style.
"Yes, yes I know." he sighed. "What do you want to know first?"
"What do you want to tell me first?" she said, starting to rock slowly back and forth.
"Well, as I told you, I want to help the CIA."
"Yeah…"
"Because I have grown tired of doing the sort of business I do now."
"And what sort of business would that be?" she asked.
"Well, when I was with Irina, she was always making the plans. And I got tired of it. I want to make my own plans, think of things on my own."
"Ooh…" she said, before rocking back to far and falling onto her back.
She could almost hear Sark smirking at her, laughing only in his mind. Pushing herself up with her knuckles, she stated, "Is that all?"
"Not entirely Ms. Bristow."
"Then what else is there?"
"You'll learn the rest before this mission is over, but for now, I am extremely tired." he said, leaving her in the bedroom as he headed to the bathroom with his bag of clothes.
Realizing she's more tired than she thought, she slid herself off of the bed and quickly changed into her gray shorts and black tank top. She headed towards her bag to get her tooth brush when she heard the shower turn on.
"Ugh…" she said out loud, setting her tooth brush back down next to her bag. 'Might as well try to read my book, who knows how long he'll be in there' she thought, grabbing the remote off of the table and plopping down on the bed.
She was getting into her book about 5 minutes later, when the phone rang. Leaning over the pillow next to her, she answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Sydney?"
It took her a minute to realize who was on the other line before it finally hit her like a ton of bricks, "Vaughn?"
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A/N~ Soooo? Whatcha think? I kinda threw this chapter together, since I wanted to update soon so I could get back onto my other story. Please please please please review! And if you…, I'll give you a nice French pastry!!!! Heh…THANKS! ~*Abbie*~ -tootiefruitiegurl
Chapter 3-
Sark was already on the plane by the time Sydney got there. His seat near the back, by the window. Silently throwing her carry-on in the seat next to her, she took a seat directly across the aisle from his.
"Hello." he said, without breaking his gaze out the window.
She replied with a brief, "Hey."
Her curiosity was getting the better of her and she finally decided to start a conversation. "So have you found anything out on what sort of information Sloane is having us get?"
This brought his attention from the window as he turned to see her. "No, I haven't. I guess this will be a surprise to both of us."
She started to get a feeling that he wasn't up for talking, so she nodded slowly showing him she understood as she slipped her headphones over her ears and sank back into the chair.
~~~~
(I don't know how long it takes to get to Tokyo, so just go with me here…) Her sleep suddenly stopped as she felt a slight nudge on her shoulder. Still tired, she turned around from her curled position to see Sark standing over her.
"What…?" she mumbled out.
"I suggest you get up soon, we'll be landing shortly." with that, he walked up to the front of the plane to check on the time, just to be sure.
Moaning, she started to pack to CD player and headphones back into her carry-on. A manila folder caught her eye as she dropped her bag to the side of her seat. She picked it up and started going through the information. Apparently, Sark and her had just gotten married and were enjoying their 'honey moon' in Tokyo. They both came from lavish lifestyles and were staying at a very high-class hotel. The timing of the mission was set to a cocktail party scheduled for tomorrow night in the hotel's large conference room. Sydney would, of course, put her skills of attracting men to action as Sark was set to sneak out and find the information hidden in a back room near the conference room.
'Simple enough.' she thought to herself as she saw Sark coming back towards her.
"Ready?" he asked, sitting down for the landing.
"As ready as I'll ever be." she answered confidently giving him an award-winning smile.
Sark gave her a quick smirk and gathered his small amount of things he brought with him.
~~~~
They walked into the airport from the terminal hand in hand, they knew they had to do it so there wasn't any other options, and got into their awaiting taxi. Sark gave the driver directions and turned to Sydney.
"I hope the flight didn't bother you too much my love. I know it was very long."
It took Sydney all her might to stop herself from laughing at how fast Sark got into the alias, but somehow managed to answer, "Oh, I'm just very tired. Can't wait till we get to the hotel", raising the back of her hand to her forehead, she added quickly, "My love."
She knew Sark wasn't expecting that and enjoyed the quick flash of curiosity in his eyes. She gave him a big smile and turned to face the window.
~~~~
The taxi stopped in front of a gorgeous hotel. Sark paid the driver and quickly walked back up to where Sydney was already standing, waiting for Sark.
"Well, let's get this started." She said.
"Let's." He answered, reaching for Sydney's hand as they made their way to the check-in desk.
~~~~
Sliding the card through, the green light showed and she quickly opened the door. What awaited her was a very large presidential suite, with an old-European style bedroom, and Japanese-style bathroom. The sitting area was just as beautiful as the rest, with an oriental flare to it. She couldn't help but gasp just a little as she took in her new accommodations.
"Well, I believe we have some business to attend to." Sark stated, breaking Sydney's train of thought.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah." she replied, quickly recovering from her daydream.
They moved silently throughout the room, placing their belongings in their rightful spot.
"We have until tomorrow night to discuss what you want me to do. So, let's start." Sydney said, breaking the silence.
He walked out of the bathroom and headed into the bedroom where she was, and noticed the one bed. She followed where he was looking and understood his smirk that had suddenly appeared and noticed the bed she somehow forgot to think of.
"I hope you know your sleeping on the couch." Sydney stated clearly, casually pointing to the comfortable couch set beside the wall.
He shot her a glance that told her he knew and went over to the couch.
"So, now that we're settled." Sydney began, pulling her legs up onto the bed in an Indian-style.
"Yes, yes I know." he sighed. "What do you want to know first?"
"What do you want to tell me first?" she said, starting to rock slowly back and forth.
"Well, as I told you, I want to help the CIA."
"Yeah…"
"Because I have grown tired of doing the sort of business I do now."
"And what sort of business would that be?" she asked.
"Well, when I was with Irina, she was always making the plans. And I got tired of it. I want to make my own plans, think of things on my own."
"Ooh…" she said, before rocking back to far and falling onto her back.
She could almost hear Sark smirking at her, laughing only in his mind. Pushing herself up with her knuckles, she stated, "Is that all?"
"Not entirely Ms. Bristow."
"Then what else is there?"
"You'll learn the rest before this mission is over, but for now, I am extremely tired." he said, leaving her in the bedroom as he headed to the bathroom with his bag of clothes.
Realizing she's more tired than she thought, she slid herself off of the bed and quickly changed into her gray shorts and black tank top. She headed towards her bag to get her tooth brush when she heard the shower turn on.
"Ugh…" she said out loud, setting her tooth brush back down next to her bag. 'Might as well try to read my book, who knows how long he'll be in there' she thought, grabbing the remote off of the table and plopping down on the bed.
She was getting into her book about 5 minutes later, when the phone rang. Leaning over the pillow next to her, she answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Sydney?"
It took her a minute to realize who was on the other line before it finally hit her like a ton of bricks, "Vaughn?"
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A/N~ Soooo? Whatcha think? I kinda threw this chapter together, since I wanted to update soon so I could get back onto my other story. Please please please please review! And if you…, I'll give you a nice French pastry!!!! Heh…THANKS! ~*Abbie*~ -tootiefruitiegurl