A/N~ So I've reached chapter 7 and still have most of my sanity. Wonderful! Well, I finally got it done and I hope you all like it!
Chapter 7~
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A few tense minutes later, Sydney walked into the living room.
"The coffee should be done soon.", she informed them.
"Great.", Weiss said quickly, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had slowly formed.
Sitting down between Vaughn and Weiss on the couch, Sydney asked, "So what do we do?"
Vaughn pinched the bridge of his nose slightly, letting out a deep sigh.
"We wait.", Vaughn said plainly.
"That's it? Just sit here and wait?" Sydney couldn't believe what she had just heard.
"It's all we can do until we get more information on where to go, or what to do.", Weiss joined in
"But what about him?", Sydney asked, her hand gesturing towards Sark, who had been oddly silent.
Vaughn and Weiss only shrugged.
"Take him with us I guess.", Weiss said in an almost laughing tone.
"Yeah.", Vaughn added.
"And do I have a say on where I go?", Sark questioned, looking at the three of them.
Weiss answered this for Vaughn and Sydney in a gleeful, "Nope."
Deciding not to push it any father, Sark slumped in the chair.
"So. What game were you guys playing?", Weiss asked. Sydney swore she saw him wink and answered in a glare that he must have picked up because he raised his hands in mock surrender and leaned back.
A heavy silence formed once again as they waited for the phone call. Weiss began to play solitaire and every few minutes Sydney had to point out a few moves that Weiss had missed.
But finally, 20 minutes and a few cups of coffee later, the phone rang. Vaughn answered it but the phone was plucked out of his hands as Sydney grabbed it and said a stern, "Hello?"
"Agent Bristow?", Kendall asked.
"Yeah…"
"May I speak to Agent Vaughn?"
With a sigh she handed the phone to Vaughn and walked into the living room.
"So what's goin' on?", Weiss asked inpatiently.
She shrugged her shoulders and took her seat on the couch, taking over the solitaire game Weiss has started.
Sark got up suddenly and walked towards the bathroom with a quick glance towards Sydney.
Weiss nudged Sydney and asked again, "Come on, what possessed you to play strip poker with Sark?"
"What makes you think it was strip poker?", she asked, hoping he would stop the conversation now.
"Oh come on. I know enough to understand that it wasn't just a game of poker."
Sighing, she answered, "You wouldn't understand. It's just…complicated."
"Uh huh."
"What's that supposed to mean?", Sydney snapped.
"Syd, I'm not blind. I saw you sneak those glances at Sark. You're just lucky Vaughn didn't catch on."
"Stop it…!",she warned in a hushed tone, hearing Vaughn put the phone back on the hook.
Rubbing his forehead, Vaughn walked into the living room.
"So…what're we supposed to do?"
"Kendall said to stay here until we get more information on Sloane."
"But, I just need to know, why did they send you guys if we just had to wait here?", Sydney asked, curiosity written all over her face.
"I think I know!", Weiss exclaimed.
"Yeah…?", Sydney urged him on after he paused for a few seconds.
"Sark."
"You think the CIA sent two agents, just because Sark is here?"
"Well, it makes sense.", Vaughn admitted.
"How?", Sydney was starting to get annoyed.
"Well, he's Sark.", Weiss said.
"So what? I can handle Sark, ya know. I've done harder things."
"Are you sure, Miss Bristow?" At first it seemed Vaughn had said it, but the British accent clearly proved it to be Sark, who was standing beside Vaughn. Sydney turned to Sark and said confidently, "Yes. I don't think it'd be so hard."
"This should be an interesting evening then.", he said with a smirk.
"Um, so what kinds of food do we have to last us?"
"I'm not sure." Sydney answered, glancing at Weiss but turning to towards Sark again.
"Then I guess I'll just go look.", he declared, shuffling past Sydney's feet and slipping by Sark who kept his eyes focused on Sydney.
Vaughn looked at Sydney, and then at Sark. He couldn't take any more of the continuing glares between Sydney and Sark and decided to go into the kitchen to help Weiss.
Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Weiss raiding through the cupboards and apparently not finding anything he liked.
"It's insane how the CIA could put popcorn bags in a safe house, and not have a decent microwave." Weiss said, facing Vaughn.
"What's wrong with the microwave they have?", he asked.
"Well, it isn't a very good one."
"Alright…"
"I'm guessing our little game of poker is finished?", Sydney asked.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but yes, I believe it is.", he answered, sounding sarcastically heart broken.
"Too bad. It seemed I had a good chance of winning too.", she stated with the same sarcasm Sark had done.
"Not likely.", Sark moved towards the chair and sat down heavily.
The sky had gotten a deep shade of blue and the sound of distant thunder could easily be heard. Soon enough, rain drops began to hit the windows and lightning flashed through the sky.
Weiss and Vaughn re-entered the living room, Weiss being very disappointed at the slim selection of food.
"I just hope the power doesn't go out.", Weiss said with a laugh.
"Don't jinx it.", Sydney replied.
But just as the words came out of her mouth, the lights through out the house flickered and went out.
"Perfect Weiss. Just perfect…", Sydney sighed.
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Chapter 7~
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A few tense minutes later, Sydney walked into the living room.
"The coffee should be done soon.", she informed them.
"Great.", Weiss said quickly, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had slowly formed.
Sitting down between Vaughn and Weiss on the couch, Sydney asked, "So what do we do?"
Vaughn pinched the bridge of his nose slightly, letting out a deep sigh.
"We wait.", Vaughn said plainly.
"That's it? Just sit here and wait?" Sydney couldn't believe what she had just heard.
"It's all we can do until we get more information on where to go, or what to do.", Weiss joined in
"But what about him?", Sydney asked, her hand gesturing towards Sark, who had been oddly silent.
Vaughn and Weiss only shrugged.
"Take him with us I guess.", Weiss said in an almost laughing tone.
"Yeah.", Vaughn added.
"And do I have a say on where I go?", Sark questioned, looking at the three of them.
Weiss answered this for Vaughn and Sydney in a gleeful, "Nope."
Deciding not to push it any father, Sark slumped in the chair.
"So. What game were you guys playing?", Weiss asked. Sydney swore she saw him wink and answered in a glare that he must have picked up because he raised his hands in mock surrender and leaned back.
A heavy silence formed once again as they waited for the phone call. Weiss began to play solitaire and every few minutes Sydney had to point out a few moves that Weiss had missed.
But finally, 20 minutes and a few cups of coffee later, the phone rang. Vaughn answered it but the phone was plucked out of his hands as Sydney grabbed it and said a stern, "Hello?"
"Agent Bristow?", Kendall asked.
"Yeah…"
"May I speak to Agent Vaughn?"
With a sigh she handed the phone to Vaughn and walked into the living room.
"So what's goin' on?", Weiss asked inpatiently.
She shrugged her shoulders and took her seat on the couch, taking over the solitaire game Weiss has started.
Sark got up suddenly and walked towards the bathroom with a quick glance towards Sydney.
Weiss nudged Sydney and asked again, "Come on, what possessed you to play strip poker with Sark?"
"What makes you think it was strip poker?", she asked, hoping he would stop the conversation now.
"Oh come on. I know enough to understand that it wasn't just a game of poker."
Sighing, she answered, "You wouldn't understand. It's just…complicated."
"Uh huh."
"What's that supposed to mean?", Sydney snapped.
"Syd, I'm not blind. I saw you sneak those glances at Sark. You're just lucky Vaughn didn't catch on."
"Stop it…!",she warned in a hushed tone, hearing Vaughn put the phone back on the hook.
Rubbing his forehead, Vaughn walked into the living room.
"So…what're we supposed to do?"
"Kendall said to stay here until we get more information on Sloane."
"But, I just need to know, why did they send you guys if we just had to wait here?", Sydney asked, curiosity written all over her face.
"I think I know!", Weiss exclaimed.
"Yeah…?", Sydney urged him on after he paused for a few seconds.
"Sark."
"You think the CIA sent two agents, just because Sark is here?"
"Well, it makes sense.", Vaughn admitted.
"How?", Sydney was starting to get annoyed.
"Well, he's Sark.", Weiss said.
"So what? I can handle Sark, ya know. I've done harder things."
"Are you sure, Miss Bristow?" At first it seemed Vaughn had said it, but the British accent clearly proved it to be Sark, who was standing beside Vaughn. Sydney turned to Sark and said confidently, "Yes. I don't think it'd be so hard."
"This should be an interesting evening then.", he said with a smirk.
"Um, so what kinds of food do we have to last us?"
"I'm not sure." Sydney answered, glancing at Weiss but turning to towards Sark again.
"Then I guess I'll just go look.", he declared, shuffling past Sydney's feet and slipping by Sark who kept his eyes focused on Sydney.
Vaughn looked at Sydney, and then at Sark. He couldn't take any more of the continuing glares between Sydney and Sark and decided to go into the kitchen to help Weiss.
Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Weiss raiding through the cupboards and apparently not finding anything he liked.
"It's insane how the CIA could put popcorn bags in a safe house, and not have a decent microwave." Weiss said, facing Vaughn.
"What's wrong with the microwave they have?", he asked.
"Well, it isn't a very good one."
"Alright…"
"I'm guessing our little game of poker is finished?", Sydney asked.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but yes, I believe it is.", he answered, sounding sarcastically heart broken.
"Too bad. It seemed I had a good chance of winning too.", she stated with the same sarcasm Sark had done.
"Not likely.", Sark moved towards the chair and sat down heavily.
The sky had gotten a deep shade of blue and the sound of distant thunder could easily be heard. Soon enough, rain drops began to hit the windows and lightning flashed through the sky.
Weiss and Vaughn re-entered the living room, Weiss being very disappointed at the slim selection of food.
"I just hope the power doesn't go out.", Weiss said with a laugh.
"Don't jinx it.", Sydney replied.
But just as the words came out of her mouth, the lights through out the house flickered and went out.
"Perfect Weiss. Just perfect…", Sydney sighed.
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So? Any thoughts? Good…bad…both are just fine for me. I hope this chapter was good for you all. And the only way I'll know that is if you move your little mouse down the page and click that beautiful little purple-y blue button! Thanks!