Sark sat alone in the dark library, admiring the white moonlight streaming through the window. He took a seat on the velvet couch, holding an ice pack to his sore jaw. He ran his left hand through his hair, leaving it messy and tousled. Hours before, he had left the hotel, and Anna, never looking back. His heart was sore, but Anna's words weren't completely wrong. His heart, body, soul and mind had been taken over by Sydney Bristow. Her magnificent beauty, cool exterior, and warm smile brought life to him. It took too much energy every day to fight the overwhelming feelings he felt for her. He let out a heavy sigh, and let his head drop back on the couch.
Soft footsteps approached him, but Sark did not open his eyes. He knew who it was, and he was not in any mood going to make an effort to welcome her.
Sydney sat on the couch, pulling her feet off the floor, and tucking them under her slender body. She gently reached out, and tugged at Sark's hand. He held the ice pack even more firmly to his face, grimacing in pain.
"Don't be a baby," Sydney whispered, taking her left hand, and gently cradling his other cheek. She turned his head gently toward her, allowing their eyes to connect. She pried the old ice pack away, and dropped it to the floor with a soft, wet thud. Sydney examined the large bruise on his cheek, fingering the outline with her index finger, dragging it lightly across the skin. Sark took a deep breath in, enjoying the sensation that was coursing through his body. He was surprised when she placed a fresh pack to his face, holding it tightly with her right hand.
"So, what happened?" she asked curiously. "You never been bruised this bad."
Sark could hear the humor in her voice, wanting to know more, but he wasn't willing to tell.
"It was Anna, wasn't it."
Sark tensed, and Sydney knew she found out that he had been beaten up by a girl.
"It's none of your bloody business, now is it Sydney, if it was or wasn't Anna?" Sark replied sternly. His shoulders dropped, knowing that he was in defeat. Sydney could see right through him on certain things – especially Anna. "Plus, she caught me off guard," he admitted sorely.
"I'm sorry," Sydney said softly, shifting her weight slightly. She let the ice pack drop into his lap and stood up to leave. Sark caught her hand, and pulled her back onto the couch. He pulled her hand, and placed the icepack into her palm. He held it to his face, holding her hand with his. Sydney smiled, shifting closer to his body. Sark closed his
eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the moment.
Irina looked on a the couple from the doorway, her presence unnoticed.
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Irina Derevko sat in the brightly lit boardroom, admiring her surroundings. Every chair was lined up accordingly around the long oak table, and each computer screen was perfectly poised, every angle identical. The years that she worked for, diligently, have resulted in a huge powerful organization.
She sat quietly as people filed into the room slowly, taking their appropriate places around the table. Sark and Sydney were the last to enter, taking their seats on the right and left side of Irina. Folders were quickly passed around, and the room fell silent.
"As you know, two identities of our most important agents have been compromised. Our identity has not been fully revealed to our enemies, but they are now looking for us, and the purpose of our existence." Irina paused, taking a deep breath. "Our work will become increasingly more difficult because we have more work to do. We need to find out who knows about our organization, while researching and capturing the Rambaldi artifacts."
Irina quickly surveyed the room, examining each individual's facial expression. Accepting everyone's decision to stay under her reign, she nodded at Sark who quickly jumped up at her attention.
"Our next mission will be split into two groups, it will be a simple re-con…."
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Jack Bristow was sitting alone in his office. A single desk lamp illuminated the dark room, the light glaring off the solitary picture frame, a picture of Sydney, Laura and himself at the beach. Jack swallowed the remaining scotch in his glass, grimacing but welcoming the warming feeling in his stomach.
Michael Vaughn stood in the doorway, watching the older man deal with the news of his daughter being alive. He shuddered at the thought, not wanting to feel or understand his emotions, but feeling some pity towards the man.
"Sir?"
Jack looked up to see Agent Vaughn standing in the doorway. Jack nodded in acknowledgement, no words coming out of his mouth.
"I'm truly sorry that we couldn't bring your daughter home," Vaughn said. "I promise though, I'll try to help bring her in the next time we meet her, sir."
"Thank you," Jack Bristow murmured, tears filling in his eyes.
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Sark strolled through the wide corridors of the LAX, carefully surveying the airport as he found his way to the taxi stands. He mentally memorized exit doors, staff only sections, bathrooms, adjoining corridors and other entrance gates.
His mission was quite simple, he was to visit a local club and pick up a package that Irina had arranged for earlier.
A woman with brown shoulder length hair walked by him dressed in a business suit. She stopped by a magazine stand, briefly scanning the shelves. She reminded him of Sydney. Sark smiled at the thought, remembering
their close encounter a couple nights earlier. FOCUS! His brain screamed, shaking him back to reality.
Sark shook his head, knowing that he'd have to do something about his uncontrollable feelings for a certain brunette agent.
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Right jab - Left jab - Right jab - Left hook- Right upper cut- Left foot jump kick
Left jab – right jab – left jab – right hook, left upper cut – right foot jump kick
Sydney punched the bag viciously, grunting each time her taped hands hit the bag. Her mission was successful. A slight movement caught her eye, as she noticed Sark leaning in the doorway, watching her moves.
"Spar?" she called out, breathing heavily.
Sark smirked as he grabbed the roll of tape that she tossed at him.
An hour later, Sydney held up her hands, pausing for a quick break. Sweat was pouring off both of them, and the air carried the stench of their sweat.
"Not bad," Sark commented between gulps of water.
"Not bad?" Sydney replied, ripping the tape off of her hands, revealing small cuts and bruises on her knuckles. "I say pretty good considering I whooped your ass a couple of times."
"Only cause I let you," Sark replied, wiping his brow with a towel.
Sydney snorted, as she took a place on the mat, stretching her arms out in front of her. Sark sat down beside her, watching her as she gracefully stretched out her muscles. He held a towel out to her, interrupting her fluid movements. Sydney eyed him wearily, but decided not to question his sudden streak of kindness.
"Thanks," she said, accepting his offer.
"I think I'm going for a quick swim," Sark said thoughtfully, his mind currently focused on the possibility of having Sydney joining him. "Would you like to join me?"
Sydney gave up on her stretches, exasperated.
"What is wrong with you? What happened to the evil, sinister, sarcastic Sark?" Sydney demanded, looking up into his blue eyes. She immediately regretted the harsh words that had spilled out of her mouth.
"Sark, I'm sorry.."
"Don't bother Sydney," he replied, looking hurt. He quickly stood up, making his way to the exit.
"I'll be down in five," Sydney called out to his back, guilt overcoming her senses. Sark smiled secretly to himself.
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Sydney sat at the pool edge, letting her feet hang over the edge into the sparkling cool water. What am I doing here? Sydney thought to herself. She didn't notice Sark swimming up to her underwater. He pulled her into the water, earning a loud shriek from his victim.
"What did you do that for?" Sydney sputtered, splashing him in retaliation.
"Well, the point of a pool is to swim, Sydney, or at least be in the water. I was simply lending a hand," he replied, laughing at her. He splashed her again, and this time Sydney couldn't help but laugh.
"You're so dead," she giggled, lunging towards him. Sark grabbed her as she jumped on him, and pulled her close to him. Sydney froze in his strong embrace.
"As for the question before, nothing is wrong with me, Sydney," Sark whispered into her ear. "I'm not really a bad person, you know."
Sydney looked deeply into this blue eyes, noticing the change in them. Instead of anger, she saw a small twinkle and before she knew it, he had leaned in and was kissing her passionately.
The kiss was soft and delicate, the tingling feeling lingering on her lips as he drew away from her slightly.
"You're a very beautiful woman Agent Bristow," he whispered as he tightened his embrace around her. He gave her a small, shy grin and leaned in for another kiss.
Sydney leaned in and kissed him passionately. Her tongue began seeking his, surprising him. He opened, allowing for more access. Sydney grinned wickedly as she suddenly drew away, leaving his mouth wide open. She piled all her strength on his shoulders, dunking him into the water and wiggling out of his embrace. As Sark resurfaced, he saw Sydney laughing hysterically as she backed away from him.
"Gotcha!" she shrieked, sticking her tongue out. She began to swim towards the deeper end of the pool.
"This is war, Bristow," Sark bellowed, before following in suit. A great smile crept up on his face as he swam towards Sydney. This is definitely war, Sark thought, but the battle for Sydney has already been won!
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Sydney snuggled deeper in to Sark, who had an arm wrapped around her. Her feet were propped up on the arm rest of the loveseat.
It had been 4 months since Anna had thrown Sark out of her hotel room, and 2 weeks since their flirty play fight in the pool. Sydney smiled contently, coming to the realization that she was in love with Sark. Most of their time spent together was spent in silence, simply enjoying each other's embrace. When they talked, they had deep conversations about literature, music and everything under the sun and moon. Deep in her mind, Sydney wondered what brought on the change, but she knew never to question it. Overwhelmed by the emergence of the new Sark, Sydney had
simply accepted it and enjoyed it.
"Sydney?" Sark looked at her, staring at her face curiously. "What do you think?"
"Think about what?" she replied sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"That's alright," he replied, running a free hand through his hair. His other hand found his way to the long brown locks of her hair, and he absent-mindedly began to thread his fingers through it. "What were you thinking about? I certainly hope it was about me," he questioned jokingly.
Frowning, Sydney playfully hit him on the leg.
"You think it's all about you all the time," she replied, haughtily. "You and your over-sized ego."
Sark lifted an eyebrow, wiggling it questioningly. Sydney couldn't help but giggle.
"So you were thinking about me and my oversized ego, then."
Sydney moved to sit, straddled in his lap, grinding her hips into his. She leaned in to kiss his soft lips.
"Absolutely."
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Sydney never imagined making love to Sark would be so fantastic. Their first time together, Sydney had returned home from a mission, tired and exhausted. She had gone to visit Sark in his quarters to find the room lit in soft candle light, with rose petals scattered on the floor. Sark had snuck up on her, surprising her with a glass of champagne.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you, all weekend while you were in Paraguay. I turned all my energy into doing this," Sark whispered softly into her ear, leading her around the room.
On the end table, chilled chocolate covered strawberries lay on a silver platter, alongside more chilled champagne.
Sydney turned to face him, the fatigue still evident in her eyes.
"Sark, this is so lovely," she began. He quickly silenced her with his finger.
"Shhhh. I know you're tired, so you can rest and relax in the bath." He pointed to the adjoining en suite where the candlelight was flickering off the walls. He lead her to the bathroom where the tub was filled with steaming hot water and rose petals. Sark peeled her clothes off gently, and helped her step in.
Sydney closed her eyes as Sark began to massage her tense shoulders, melting the knots away. She obediently lifted each arm and leg as Sark washed her gently with a soft wash cloth.
"Feeling better?" he asked, kissing her on her forehead.
"Much," Sydney replied, grabbing his head and gently pulling it towards her. Her spirit was re-energized as she began to kiss him. The kisses in the beginning were soft, sweet and affectionate. Sydney rose to her knees, wrapping her wet arms around him, deepening each kiss.
"Sark," she gasped, as his kisses left her mouth and traveled down her neck. "Please, Sark.."
"What?" he murmured into her neck.
"I want you, tonight," she replied, her breasts rising in sync with her heavy breathing. "Make love to me, Sark. Make me scream your name, make love.." Sydney stopped, silenced by Sark's lips crashing onto hers.
Sark lifted her out of tub, and carried her into the next room.
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Sydney took a look at the calendar, pausing to count the days. Two weeks late. A small timer went off, breaking the silences.
The little plastic stick confirmed her suspicions.
Pregnant.
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"You've certainly been happier, Sydney," Irina commented dryly after the quick impromptu meeting. "Absolutely glowing."
"Actually, yes mother, I've been really happy." Sydney tried incredibly hard to restrain the creeping grin on her face. She had yet to tell Sark the good news, and was intent on letting him know first. Irina eyed her wearily and continued on.
"I'm glad things are working out with Sark. I have some bad news though, about one of our doubles," said Irina. "Anna didn't work out with K-Directorate. One of my other contacts inside alerted it to me, that she had turned to the other side."
Irina paused, examining Sydney's facial expression.
"I'm planning to send you on a mission to either bring her home, or terminate her position with K-Directorate."
Sydney nodded silently, not knowing what to say or do. She wanted to close her eyes, crawl under the covers and cry. Why did she choose me? And why Anna?
"Whatever you do, you must not alert Sark to any of this. As former lovers, I'm not sure how he'd react to my commands and you carrying them out, understand?"
Irina handed a folder to Sydney and walked out.
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