A/N~ Heee…I think some of you will like this chapter, maybe. I decided to be nice and go with what most people were wishing I'd do. Well, enjoy!~~
Chapter 6 (already!)
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He looked up at her expecting to see a sly look on her face, but saw the opposite. Sydney had a slight smile on her face as she leaned into the couch.
"Let's start with something simple." she said, taking complete joy in seeing Sark actually scared of what she might ask.
She continued, "what's your first name?"
"How about we stick to business and stay out of anything personal?" he asked sharply.
"It's an easy question, Sark." she threw back.
"You said, clearly, that you would ask me only about my plans to join the CIA."
'Damn it…' Sydney glared at Sark intently, trying to think of another question.
"How about we just play simple poker." Sark offered.
"Scared of me winning too many times?" she asked with a grin.
"No, I'm not. I'm just interested in playing poker. But I've decided on something else."
"Really…? And what would that be?"
He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to say.
"Strip poker."
Sydney's eyes got large as she tried to comprehend what Sark had just said.
"You're joking." she stated simply.
"Scared of me winning too many times?" he asked, slightly enjoying the small quarrel that had formed between them.
"Not at all." she said defiantly, kicking herself in her mind for even thinking of playing any sort of game with Sark.
"Let's start this again." she added, dealing the cards out.
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Two hours into the game, Sydney sat on the couch in a small tank top and her shorts, with Sark without a shirt and only boxers.
She was thankful that before they had left the hotel room she managed to grab a black sweatshirt from her suitcase
'Well that answers THAT question.' Sydney had mused in her mind as he began to slide his pants down.
She slowly drew out a yawn while Sark contemplated his move. He looked up at her, "tired?"
"Just a little." she answered. The thought of how much long it'll be until Vaughn and Weiss got there, she came up with the conclusion of at least 7 hours.
"I think I've had enough poker for now, Sark. I'm going to take a nap."
"Do what you wish. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
She nodded as he got up, not bothering to pick up his discarded clothes. Deciding that the couch would be better to sleep on, so it'd be easier to get up from. She swung her legs up onto the couch and moved a pillow around until it was just right.
Sark walked back into the living room to find Sydney already asleep on the couch.
He sat back down in the chair across from her and reached for his shirt on the ground. A yawn escaped from his mouth, causing him to realize how tired he was as well.
"I'll just take a short nap." he said quietly, leaving his shirt on his lap and pants in a heap on the floor.
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"Hey Weiss, how much longer until we get there?" Vaughn asked a tired Weiss from his seat on the plane.
"I'm not sure, man. Maybe…" he glanced at his watch, "two more hours. We managed to get the early flight out there so you're pretty lucky."
"Yeah. Thanks." Vaughn reached for his book and wished the two hours would go faster than seemed to be.
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Sydney woke to a knocking at the door. Scrambling for her shirt, she glanced at Sark to see him sleeping with a somewhat content smile on his face. She scurried to the door and opened it, putting a smile on her face.
Vaughn looked up to see Sydney standing in front of him holding up her t-shirt.
She moved sideways for him to walk in a finally spotted Weiss moving his tie around.
"Hey Syd." he said nervously as he passed her.
"Hi Weiss." she answered.
After Weiss entered the safe house, she had to put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing as Sark fumbled for his clothes after seeing Vaughn enter.
"Why so early?" she asked after collecting herself.
"We managed to catch an early flight." Vaughn informed her, standing awkwardly in the living room, watching as Sark pulled his pants up.
Sark didn't make any eye contact through the few minutes after Vaughn and Weiss arrived unexpectedly.
"So do you want me to see if there's any coffee I could make?" Sydney offered.
"That'd be great!" Weiss said enthusiastically before Vaughn or Sark could say anything.
"Ok. So um, you and Vaughn can just wait in the living room." Sydney said as she searched for coffee in the cupboards.
By this time, Sark had gotten his pants and shirt back on in a relatively short amount of time.
"Here so soon I see…" Sark stated, trying not to sound as mad as he really was in his mind.
"Early flight." Weiss informed him, oblivious to the glares Sark was shooting to him and Vaughn.
'Note to self: never sleep in boxers in front of Sydney' Sark concluded, waiting for his coffee.
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Odd ending…yeah, I know. But I'm totally stuck on what to do now. Well I hope you enjoyed it, and please review!
Chapter 6 (already!)
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He looked up at her expecting to see a sly look on her face, but saw the opposite. Sydney had a slight smile on her face as she leaned into the couch.
"Let's start with something simple." she said, taking complete joy in seeing Sark actually scared of what she might ask.
She continued, "what's your first name?"
"How about we stick to business and stay out of anything personal?" he asked sharply.
"It's an easy question, Sark." she threw back.
"You said, clearly, that you would ask me only about my plans to join the CIA."
'Damn it…' Sydney glared at Sark intently, trying to think of another question.
"How about we just play simple poker." Sark offered.
"Scared of me winning too many times?" she asked with a grin.
"No, I'm not. I'm just interested in playing poker. But I've decided on something else."
"Really…? And what would that be?"
He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to say.
"Strip poker."
Sydney's eyes got large as she tried to comprehend what Sark had just said.
"You're joking." she stated simply.
"Scared of me winning too many times?" he asked, slightly enjoying the small quarrel that had formed between them.
"Not at all." she said defiantly, kicking herself in her mind for even thinking of playing any sort of game with Sark.
"Let's start this again." she added, dealing the cards out.
~~
Two hours into the game, Sydney sat on the couch in a small tank top and her shorts, with Sark without a shirt and only boxers.
She was thankful that before they had left the hotel room she managed to grab a black sweatshirt from her suitcase
'Well that answers THAT question.' Sydney had mused in her mind as he began to slide his pants down.
She slowly drew out a yawn while Sark contemplated his move. He looked up at her, "tired?"
"Just a little." she answered. The thought of how much long it'll be until Vaughn and Weiss got there, she came up with the conclusion of at least 7 hours.
"I think I've had enough poker for now, Sark. I'm going to take a nap."
"Do what you wish. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
She nodded as he got up, not bothering to pick up his discarded clothes. Deciding that the couch would be better to sleep on, so it'd be easier to get up from. She swung her legs up onto the couch and moved a pillow around until it was just right.
Sark walked back into the living room to find Sydney already asleep on the couch.
He sat back down in the chair across from her and reached for his shirt on the ground. A yawn escaped from his mouth, causing him to realize how tired he was as well.
"I'll just take a short nap." he said quietly, leaving his shirt on his lap and pants in a heap on the floor.
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"Hey Weiss, how much longer until we get there?" Vaughn asked a tired Weiss from his seat on the plane.
"I'm not sure, man. Maybe…" he glanced at his watch, "two more hours. We managed to get the early flight out there so you're pretty lucky."
"Yeah. Thanks." Vaughn reached for his book and wished the two hours would go faster than seemed to be.
~~
Sydney woke to a knocking at the door. Scrambling for her shirt, she glanced at Sark to see him sleeping with a somewhat content smile on his face. She scurried to the door and opened it, putting a smile on her face.
Vaughn looked up to see Sydney standing in front of him holding up her t-shirt.
She moved sideways for him to walk in a finally spotted Weiss moving his tie around.
"Hey Syd." he said nervously as he passed her.
"Hi Weiss." she answered.
After Weiss entered the safe house, she had to put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing as Sark fumbled for his clothes after seeing Vaughn enter.
"Why so early?" she asked after collecting herself.
"We managed to catch an early flight." Vaughn informed her, standing awkwardly in the living room, watching as Sark pulled his pants up.
Sark didn't make any eye contact through the few minutes after Vaughn and Weiss arrived unexpectedly.
"So do you want me to see if there's any coffee I could make?" Sydney offered.
"That'd be great!" Weiss said enthusiastically before Vaughn or Sark could say anything.
"Ok. So um, you and Vaughn can just wait in the living room." Sydney said as she searched for coffee in the cupboards.
By this time, Sark had gotten his pants and shirt back on in a relatively short amount of time.
"Here so soon I see…" Sark stated, trying not to sound as mad as he really was in his mind.
"Early flight." Weiss informed him, oblivious to the glares Sark was shooting to him and Vaughn.
'Note to self: never sleep in boxers in front of Sydney' Sark concluded, waiting for his coffee.
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Odd ending…yeah, I know. But I'm totally stuck on what to do now. Well I hope you enjoyed it, and please review!