~Wow. So I'm the most horrible procrastinator…ha. Finally decided to try and write again. I can't promise that this is the best chapter ever, so please, leave a review! Should I stop writing, as sometimes I tend to think? Tell me, please!~
Chapter 9...
Sydney tossed and turned in the bed. Thoughts kept going thorugh her mind making it impossible to sleep. Becoming desperate, Sydney decided to focus on some of the issues at hand.
First, was her relationship with Vaughn. Their relationship had faltered with Alice's sudden reappearance. She started to remember the night that it all had happened.
*Flashback*
Sydney stood still in the old warehouse they've become accustomed too. Vaughn leaned against an upturned crate as he explained everything.
"…I'm so sorry, Sydney. I should've never done this." he finished quickly, when Sydney didn't reply, a worried look appeared on his face. "Syd, say something. Please."
It took her a minute to process everything he had told her. She couldn't believe, or didn't want to believe, that what he said was true. "So you're still with Alice, then?" she asked simply.
He hesitated before answering, "Yeah."
"Even when we were together?"
He nodded before saying another, "Yeah." But he then took notice of the fact that she had said it in past tense.
"Syd. I just want you to know that I am so extremely sorry. I should have broke up with Alice a long time ago. I lov-"
"Don't say it, Vaughn." she was beyond the being shocked part, and was past being angry. "I don't want to hear anything else."
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after Sydney turned around sharply and left the warehouse.
*End of flashback*
Ever since then, whenever Sydney and Vaughn were on a mission together, they both tried to keep their personal life out of it, but it was harder than they had thought.
She turned onto her side as thoughts of her father began to fill her mind.
Surely if she was compromised, he would be too. 'He's safe. The CIA got him to a safe house.' she tried to reassure herself, but only to fail. She made a quick mental note to ask Vaughn or Weiss about it when she chose to get up.
And now she thought of the part that confused her most. Sark.
She couldn't stop the feeling she'd get when he was around. It felt like some sort of electricity passed between them every time. But the thing that she couldn't shake, was the fact that she didn't object to it.
Now, she discovered, was the time to get a plan, or a lot of plans that is, so she could make sense of them all.
"I might as well face them now." she said out loud as she made her way back to the living room.
She heard Vaughn's voice first, talking to someone that didn't seem to be Weiss, and definitely not Sark. Standing by the doorway to the living room, she listened to the conversation.
"Uh huh. Yes sir…No sir, I understand." Sydney guess he was talking Kendall, the look on Vaughn's face said it all. He snapped his cell phone shut and turned to where Sydney stood.
"Oh, you're up I see."
Getting to the point, Sydney asked, "What's going on? What's happening with my father? Is he ok?" her voice got shakier as she continued.
He looked down, wrinkles appearing on his face. "They said he was on a mission the same time you were. He hasn't been in contact as of yet."
Sydney could feel tears forming in her eyes, but moved on quickly, hoping not to cry. With the strongest voice she could get, she asked Vaughn quietly, "What about Sark?"
"The CIA said to bring him in. we're going to get to an airplane the CIA is sending. Then you and him are going to fly to a secure house in Paris until we know where Sloane is."
Sydney stood still, confused on what he told her. "Why are Sark and I going to Paris? That doesn't make any sense."
"I know. But the CIA sees it best to move you to another country. I don't think it makes much sense either but hey, it's the CIA. Nothing makes sense with them." he gave a small smile in which she didn't return.
"So I'm going to Paris. With Sark?"
"Yeah."
"Funny, ain't it?" Weiss laughed. Sydney hadn't seen him leaning back on a cabinet, his arms folded carelessly across him.
"Ok. Not that funny"
"Weiss…" Sydney warned.
"Ok. Not funny at all. What so ever."
Sighing in disbelief on the events occurring around her, she walked into the living room, noticing that the rain had stopped and it was now completely dark out. The flashlight giving off just enough light.
Sydney found it odd that Sark was not in the living room, so she entered the kitchen once again and asked, "Where's Sark?"
"Oh. He's sleeping I guess." Weiss told her.
"Ooh.."
"What time do we leave?" Sydney asked the two of them.
"Within 45 minutes. We have to go to a private air field a few minutes away from here. The CIA runs it, I guess." Vaughn answered.
"Ok. Well then I'm going to go tell Sark."
She walked slowly down the hallway, her feet not making a sound against the plush carpet. When she heard Sark talking in the other bedroom, she stopped and leaned against the wall.
"…Yes. I will. Don't worry about it. I'll be sure to inform you of the situation as soon as possible. Everything is going as plan, and yes, your daughter is fine."
Sydney was sure that she had heard wrong, but the sudden dread she felt told her that it was true. The sound of a click quickly got Sydney back into focus. Sydney stood still as she heard Sark get up from the bed and walk towards the door.
He looked at her, surprise flashed in his eyes, before being enveloped into the vacant stare Sark always possessed. "Why, hello Sydney."
~~So? For a chapter finished in 45 minutes, how is it? Please leave a nice little comment!~~
Chapter 9...
Sydney tossed and turned in the bed. Thoughts kept going thorugh her mind making it impossible to sleep. Becoming desperate, Sydney decided to focus on some of the issues at hand.
First, was her relationship with Vaughn. Their relationship had faltered with Alice's sudden reappearance. She started to remember the night that it all had happened.
*Flashback*
Sydney stood still in the old warehouse they've become accustomed too. Vaughn leaned against an upturned crate as he explained everything.
"…I'm so sorry, Sydney. I should've never done this." he finished quickly, when Sydney didn't reply, a worried look appeared on his face. "Syd, say something. Please."
It took her a minute to process everything he had told her. She couldn't believe, or didn't want to believe, that what he said was true. "So you're still with Alice, then?" she asked simply.
He hesitated before answering, "Yeah."
"Even when we were together?"
He nodded before saying another, "Yeah." But he then took notice of the fact that she had said it in past tense.
"Syd. I just want you to know that I am so extremely sorry. I should have broke up with Alice a long time ago. I lov-"
"Don't say it, Vaughn." she was beyond the being shocked part, and was past being angry. "I don't want to hear anything else."
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after Sydney turned around sharply and left the warehouse.
*End of flashback*
Ever since then, whenever Sydney and Vaughn were on a mission together, they both tried to keep their personal life out of it, but it was harder than they had thought.
She turned onto her side as thoughts of her father began to fill her mind.
Surely if she was compromised, he would be too. 'He's safe. The CIA got him to a safe house.' she tried to reassure herself, but only to fail. She made a quick mental note to ask Vaughn or Weiss about it when she chose to get up.
And now she thought of the part that confused her most. Sark.
She couldn't stop the feeling she'd get when he was around. It felt like some sort of electricity passed between them every time. But the thing that she couldn't shake, was the fact that she didn't object to it.
Now, she discovered, was the time to get a plan, or a lot of plans that is, so she could make sense of them all.
"I might as well face them now." she said out loud as she made her way back to the living room.
She heard Vaughn's voice first, talking to someone that didn't seem to be Weiss, and definitely not Sark. Standing by the doorway to the living room, she listened to the conversation.
"Uh huh. Yes sir…No sir, I understand." Sydney guess he was talking Kendall, the look on Vaughn's face said it all. He snapped his cell phone shut and turned to where Sydney stood.
"Oh, you're up I see."
Getting to the point, Sydney asked, "What's going on? What's happening with my father? Is he ok?" her voice got shakier as she continued.
He looked down, wrinkles appearing on his face. "They said he was on a mission the same time you were. He hasn't been in contact as of yet."
Sydney could feel tears forming in her eyes, but moved on quickly, hoping not to cry. With the strongest voice she could get, she asked Vaughn quietly, "What about Sark?"
"The CIA said to bring him in. we're going to get to an airplane the CIA is sending. Then you and him are going to fly to a secure house in Paris until we know where Sloane is."
Sydney stood still, confused on what he told her. "Why are Sark and I going to Paris? That doesn't make any sense."
"I know. But the CIA sees it best to move you to another country. I don't think it makes much sense either but hey, it's the CIA. Nothing makes sense with them." he gave a small smile in which she didn't return.
"So I'm going to Paris. With Sark?"
"Yeah."
"Funny, ain't it?" Weiss laughed. Sydney hadn't seen him leaning back on a cabinet, his arms folded carelessly across him.
"Ok. Not that funny"
"Weiss…" Sydney warned.
"Ok. Not funny at all. What so ever."
Sighing in disbelief on the events occurring around her, she walked into the living room, noticing that the rain had stopped and it was now completely dark out. The flashlight giving off just enough light.
Sydney found it odd that Sark was not in the living room, so she entered the kitchen once again and asked, "Where's Sark?"
"Oh. He's sleeping I guess." Weiss told her.
"Ooh.."
"What time do we leave?" Sydney asked the two of them.
"Within 45 minutes. We have to go to a private air field a few minutes away from here. The CIA runs it, I guess." Vaughn answered.
"Ok. Well then I'm going to go tell Sark."
She walked slowly down the hallway, her feet not making a sound against the plush carpet. When she heard Sark talking in the other bedroom, she stopped and leaned against the wall.
"…Yes. I will. Don't worry about it. I'll be sure to inform you of the situation as soon as possible. Everything is going as plan, and yes, your daughter is fine."
Sydney was sure that she had heard wrong, but the sudden dread she felt told her that it was true. The sound of a click quickly got Sydney back into focus. Sydney stood still as she heard Sark get up from the bed and walk towards the door.
He looked at her, surprise flashed in his eyes, before being enveloped into the vacant stare Sark always possessed. "Why, hello Sydney."
~~So? For a chapter finished in 45 minutes, how is it? Please leave a nice little comment!~~