A/N~ Well I didn't expect camp to be so…busy. So I didn't get to write, at all. But I've been trying to get a new chapter out soon…Here it is…enjoy!
Chapter 8 (wow…already!)
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With the lights out, the only thing you could see is the outline of someone's body, which didn't help Sydney when she tried to get to the kitchen.
"Weiss, Vaughn, don't just stand there. Sit down somewhere." Sydney stated, when she tripped over Weiss's shoe.
"Sorry." she could hear them mumble as she walked into the kitchen to find a flashlight and maybe even some batteries.
Weiss and Vaughn each found a comfortable part on the couch and Sark got up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Vaughn asked in a sharp voice.
"The kitchen. I'm a bit hungry, and the kitchen seems like a logical place to get food, Agent Vaughn." Sark shot back with a smirk.
Vaughn only glared back, wishing Sark wasn't here.
"Hey man, don't get all weird or anything because Sark is here. It's just Sark." Weiss said almost sympathetically.
"I know Weiss. I know."
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"Why doesn't this place have any batteries?! They have a flashlight but no batteries!" Sydney mumbled to herself before Sark entered the kitchen.
"Having trouble with the batteries, Miss Bristow?" Sark questioned, before smirking at the look of shock on Sydney's face after not hearing him enter.
"Yeah. I am.", she plainly stated before rummaging in the cupboards once again in search for batteries.
She was moving an old can of soup when she saw Sark come next to her and start to look in the cupboard on the right.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for batteries. You aren't the only one who wants to be able to see in the place." he answered knowingly.
Mentally kicking herself for saying anything, Sydney moved towards the sink and looked out of the stain glassed window with a large bouquet of flowers decorated on it.
"Sark,", she began, turning towards him.
"Hmm?", he asked, now facing Sydney.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what, Miss Bristow?"
"All of this. I mean, you'd never just sit there in the living room and play strip poker with me if something wasn't up." she added the poker part as a joke, but it didn't seem to sound as funny as she planned.
Sark sighed and moved towards Sydney slowly, "There's more to me than what people see."
"Like the assassin who kills without even thinking twice? You mean him?"
He shook his head and continued to move towards her in the small kitchen.
"The cold blooded killer does actually have a heart." he said smoothly.
Sydney had had enough of the game she thought Sark may be playing, "That's what I mean! You've changed completely and I want to know why."
"Things take some time." By now he was at least a foot away from her and she wanted to find those batteries, and soon.
"I think I might know where the batteries are." she said, disappointed in how shaky it had come out.
He only smirked and casually walked back into the living.
Sighing in disbelief of what had just happened, Sydney opened the cupboard under the sink to find no batteries, just dish soap.
Suddenly, she heard a click go off in the living room and see light flowing into the kitchen. She turned to where she had put the flashlight on the table and found it was gone.
She walked into the living room and saw Sark sitting in the chair once again with the flashlight on his lap.
"Found the batteries.", he stated, looking at her with a pleased look on his face.
Vaughn thought it was odd that Sark said he was going to get food in the kitchen, but came out with none. But after what Weiss had told him, he kept his mouth shut.
Sydney decided not to make anything of Sark taking the flashlight, and walked over to the front window.
"Did you happen to find anymore food on there?", Weiss asked, rubbing his stomach.
"An old can of soap." Sydney answered without looking away from the window.
"Hm…I'll go check that out.", he said to himself as he quickly got up.
Vaughn sat uncomfortably as Sydney watched the rain drops pelt the glass in front of her, and Sark sit silently, studying the deck of cards on the table.
"Do any of you happen to have the time?", asked Sark, breaking Sydney's gaze from the window.
"It's 10:07 PM.", Vaughn answered carelessly.
Sydney began to walk towards the bed room, and said, "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in an hour or so."
Vaughn and Sark stayed silent as she passed them. Sark kept his eyes on Sydney, before turning to Vaughn and catching him looking at Sark with, to what seemed to be, confusion and a hint of jealousy in Vaughn's eyes.
As soon as Sydney closed the bed room door, Vaughn began, "I don't know what you're trying to do here, but just to let you know, I can see what you're doing. Don't try to get Sydney all worked up over you, Sark. It won't work."
"Quite finished, Agent Vaughn?", Sark questioned, looking all calm as before.
Vaughn grunted and nodded bitterly.
"Well, I don't know what you think I'm planning, but I ensure you, it won't take your precious Sydney away from you."
Their argument was cut short when a high-pitched yelp came from the kitchen, followed by an out-of-breath Weiss quickly walking out of the kitchen.
"Everything is OK, just some minor issues with the soup…" Weiss informed them all in one breath.
Vaughn gave a deep sigh and asked, "What did you do now, Weiss?"
Weiss gave a false look of hurt. "No one ever told me that tasting to see if the soup was done with your finger would hurt that bad. It wasn't even on the stove!"
Sark thought that this whole situation was quite funny. Seeing the two CIA officers, or desk jockey and CIA agent that is, that the CIA itself had sent, creating a fuss over soup. He couldn't help but laugh a bit.
Vaughn heard this laugh and quickly turned to Sark. 'If those glares Vaughn insists on giving me could kill, I have to say, I'd be dead a long time ago.' Sark thought amusingly.
Chapter 8 (wow…already!)
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With the lights out, the only thing you could see is the outline of someone's body, which didn't help Sydney when she tried to get to the kitchen.
"Weiss, Vaughn, don't just stand there. Sit down somewhere." Sydney stated, when she tripped over Weiss's shoe.
"Sorry." she could hear them mumble as she walked into the kitchen to find a flashlight and maybe even some batteries.
Weiss and Vaughn each found a comfortable part on the couch and Sark got up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Vaughn asked in a sharp voice.
"The kitchen. I'm a bit hungry, and the kitchen seems like a logical place to get food, Agent Vaughn." Sark shot back with a smirk.
Vaughn only glared back, wishing Sark wasn't here.
"Hey man, don't get all weird or anything because Sark is here. It's just Sark." Weiss said almost sympathetically.
"I know Weiss. I know."
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"Why doesn't this place have any batteries?! They have a flashlight but no batteries!" Sydney mumbled to herself before Sark entered the kitchen.
"Having trouble with the batteries, Miss Bristow?" Sark questioned, before smirking at the look of shock on Sydney's face after not hearing him enter.
"Yeah. I am.", she plainly stated before rummaging in the cupboards once again in search for batteries.
She was moving an old can of soup when she saw Sark come next to her and start to look in the cupboard on the right.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for batteries. You aren't the only one who wants to be able to see in the place." he answered knowingly.
Mentally kicking herself for saying anything, Sydney moved towards the sink and looked out of the stain glassed window with a large bouquet of flowers decorated on it.
"Sark,", she began, turning towards him.
"Hmm?", he asked, now facing Sydney.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what, Miss Bristow?"
"All of this. I mean, you'd never just sit there in the living room and play strip poker with me if something wasn't up." she added the poker part as a joke, but it didn't seem to sound as funny as she planned.
Sark sighed and moved towards Sydney slowly, "There's more to me than what people see."
"Like the assassin who kills without even thinking twice? You mean him?"
He shook his head and continued to move towards her in the small kitchen.
"The cold blooded killer does actually have a heart." he said smoothly.
Sydney had had enough of the game she thought Sark may be playing, "That's what I mean! You've changed completely and I want to know why."
"Things take some time." By now he was at least a foot away from her and she wanted to find those batteries, and soon.
"I think I might know where the batteries are." she said, disappointed in how shaky it had come out.
He only smirked and casually walked back into the living.
Sighing in disbelief of what had just happened, Sydney opened the cupboard under the sink to find no batteries, just dish soap.
Suddenly, she heard a click go off in the living room and see light flowing into the kitchen. She turned to where she had put the flashlight on the table and found it was gone.
She walked into the living room and saw Sark sitting in the chair once again with the flashlight on his lap.
"Found the batteries.", he stated, looking at her with a pleased look on his face.
Vaughn thought it was odd that Sark said he was going to get food in the kitchen, but came out with none. But after what Weiss had told him, he kept his mouth shut.
Sydney decided not to make anything of Sark taking the flashlight, and walked over to the front window.
"Did you happen to find anymore food on there?", Weiss asked, rubbing his stomach.
"An old can of soap." Sydney answered without looking away from the window.
"Hm…I'll go check that out.", he said to himself as he quickly got up.
Vaughn sat uncomfortably as Sydney watched the rain drops pelt the glass in front of her, and Sark sit silently, studying the deck of cards on the table.
"Do any of you happen to have the time?", asked Sark, breaking Sydney's gaze from the window.
"It's 10:07 PM.", Vaughn answered carelessly.
Sydney began to walk towards the bed room, and said, "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in an hour or so."
Vaughn and Sark stayed silent as she passed them. Sark kept his eyes on Sydney, before turning to Vaughn and catching him looking at Sark with, to what seemed to be, confusion and a hint of jealousy in Vaughn's eyes.
As soon as Sydney closed the bed room door, Vaughn began, "I don't know what you're trying to do here, but just to let you know, I can see what you're doing. Don't try to get Sydney all worked up over you, Sark. It won't work."
"Quite finished, Agent Vaughn?", Sark questioned, looking all calm as before.
Vaughn grunted and nodded bitterly.
"Well, I don't know what you think I'm planning, but I ensure you, it won't take your precious Sydney away from you."
Their argument was cut short when a high-pitched yelp came from the kitchen, followed by an out-of-breath Weiss quickly walking out of the kitchen.
"Everything is OK, just some minor issues with the soup…" Weiss informed them all in one breath.
Vaughn gave a deep sigh and asked, "What did you do now, Weiss?"
Weiss gave a false look of hurt. "No one ever told me that tasting to see if the soup was done with your finger would hurt that bad. It wasn't even on the stove!"
Sark thought that this whole situation was quite funny. Seeing the two CIA officers, or desk jockey and CIA agent that is, that the CIA itself had sent, creating a fuss over soup. He couldn't help but laugh a bit.
Vaughn heard this laugh and quickly turned to Sark. 'If those glares Vaughn insists on giving me could kill, I have to say, I'd be dead a long time ago.' Sark thought amusingly.