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Summary: beauty and the beast centered around Sark and syd
I started this in December, more chapters coming soon
~ Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. But then, one winters night, an old beggar woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearance for beauty is found within, and when he dismissed her again the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late for she had seen there was no love in his heart and as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had a offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell then the spell would be broken. If not he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time, as the years passed he fell in to despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast? ~ (belongs to disneys beauty and the beast)
1. Living hell
Half preoccupied by the book she just finished, Sydney idly waked into the conference room. Out of nowhere, she was shoved into the door frame. She spun around and slammed into a beaming Sark. Staring at her, he neither moved or spoke, he just stood there, half smiling. The office lighting added an odd glow to his blue eyes. Having never actually allowed herself to just look at Sark, she realized for the first time how gorgeous he really was. And obnoxious, arrogant, and a cold blooded killer, she added.
"Ms.Bristow, what a most pleasant surprise." Sark said, breaking the silence between them.
"Oh wonderful," she said, her expression a mix of annoyance and a suppressed smile. She kicked herself for letting him have such an affect on her.
"Which is odd," he continued ignoring her remark, "since you are so hard to miss."
"Save it Sark, let me through."
"Indeed," he said has he let her through, "oh and Ms.Bristow?"
Spinning around, "what?"
He reached up and gently grabbed her arm where her shirt ripped on the door frame.
"I'd fix that if I were you, before we leave on OUR mission." Our? she glared at him. Continuing he added, "It really is lovely on you." With that, he let her pass with out a second glance and left the room.
Studying her mission specs, she looked at her ripped shirt, her arm still on fire from where he had grabbed it. Silently, she debated burning it or buying another one. Why did he always do this to her? She hated him, the US hated him, and most of all, Will hated him. Sark was everything she fought against each day. And yet every time she saw him, he left her with questions. So many questions she couldn't get the answers to. Maybe the mission would let her find out more. The rustling of clothes brought her out of her thoughts. Sark was settling in next to her and reading the mission specs.
"God, don't you ever go away?" Sark looked up, "you're like a lost puppy!"
"Really, I'm hurt." Sark retorted, "ill have to go to therapy for weeks. Bratty co-workers get to me every time."
"Go to hell," she yelled.
"Isn't this it?" he glared back and with that, he got up and stood against the wall in the back trying to read the specs before Sloane got there.
What? Now he was going to be a martyr. She couldn't stand him. He always brought out the exact opposite of what she was trying to be. If she wanted to ignore him, he'd make her yell. If she wanted to put him in his place, she'd be speechless, cool and collected, she'd look like a slob. And the worst part was, he knew it.
"Christopher Doble," Sloane began, flashing a picture of an arrogant young man on their screens, "is a wealthy arms dealer and a novice Rambaldi collector. Although his past attempts at obtaining any artifacts have failed, he had a streak of luck and obtained an extremely important artifact. Mr.Doble is currently vacationing in Maine on a ski trip. Tomorrow night at 9 PM at the lodge he will be selling the artifact to an unknown third party. Sark, Sydney your mission is to go skiing with Mr.Doble and became friends, invite him to dine with you at 8:30 and then switch briefcases with him so that he will have a fake artifact to sell. Jack, you will go along as well, incase they need back-up."
Back up? Syd questioned to herself. Why would they need backup. He was talking about the two best spies who didn't need back up when they fought each other. They would be unstoppable together and she thought it was obvious.
As soon as the meeting ended she pulled Jack aside.
"Dad why is Sloane sending you?"
"He doesn't trust Sark to make the switch for SD-6. He doesn't know what the artifact can do and thinks Sark does."
"Does he?"
"The CIA doesn't think so, we're all in the dark on this one. Hopefully the CIA can figure it out first. I'll see you on the plane," and he left.
Sydney stood there. she couldn't believe her luck. Sark was right. It was going to be a living hell. Her dad was still mad at her and Sark, well it was just Sark. Plus, on top of it all, she had never been to Maine or skied in her life.
Feedback: Please, pretty please this is my first fanfic ever so the confidence boost would be appreciated greatly!!!!
Summary: beauty and the beast centered around Sark and syd
I started this in December, more chapters coming soon
~ Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. But then, one winters night, an old beggar woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearance for beauty is found within, and when he dismissed her again the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late for she had seen there was no love in his heart and as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had a offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell then the spell would be broken. If not he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time, as the years passed he fell in to despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast? ~ (belongs to disneys beauty and the beast)
1. Living hell
Half preoccupied by the book she just finished, Sydney idly waked into the conference room. Out of nowhere, she was shoved into the door frame. She spun around and slammed into a beaming Sark. Staring at her, he neither moved or spoke, he just stood there, half smiling. The office lighting added an odd glow to his blue eyes. Having never actually allowed herself to just look at Sark, she realized for the first time how gorgeous he really was. And obnoxious, arrogant, and a cold blooded killer, she added.
"Ms.Bristow, what a most pleasant surprise." Sark said, breaking the silence between them.
"Oh wonderful," she said, her expression a mix of annoyance and a suppressed smile. She kicked herself for letting him have such an affect on her.
"Which is odd," he continued ignoring her remark, "since you are so hard to miss."
"Save it Sark, let me through."
"Indeed," he said has he let her through, "oh and Ms.Bristow?"
Spinning around, "what?"
He reached up and gently grabbed her arm where her shirt ripped on the door frame.
"I'd fix that if I were you, before we leave on OUR mission." Our? she glared at him. Continuing he added, "It really is lovely on you." With that, he let her pass with out a second glance and left the room.
Studying her mission specs, she looked at her ripped shirt, her arm still on fire from where he had grabbed it. Silently, she debated burning it or buying another one. Why did he always do this to her? She hated him, the US hated him, and most of all, Will hated him. Sark was everything she fought against each day. And yet every time she saw him, he left her with questions. So many questions she couldn't get the answers to. Maybe the mission would let her find out more. The rustling of clothes brought her out of her thoughts. Sark was settling in next to her and reading the mission specs.
"God, don't you ever go away?" Sark looked up, "you're like a lost puppy!"
"Really, I'm hurt." Sark retorted, "ill have to go to therapy for weeks. Bratty co-workers get to me every time."
"Go to hell," she yelled.
"Isn't this it?" he glared back and with that, he got up and stood against the wall in the back trying to read the specs before Sloane got there.
What? Now he was going to be a martyr. She couldn't stand him. He always brought out the exact opposite of what she was trying to be. If she wanted to ignore him, he'd make her yell. If she wanted to put him in his place, she'd be speechless, cool and collected, she'd look like a slob. And the worst part was, he knew it.
"Christopher Doble," Sloane began, flashing a picture of an arrogant young man on their screens, "is a wealthy arms dealer and a novice Rambaldi collector. Although his past attempts at obtaining any artifacts have failed, he had a streak of luck and obtained an extremely important artifact. Mr.Doble is currently vacationing in Maine on a ski trip. Tomorrow night at 9 PM at the lodge he will be selling the artifact to an unknown third party. Sark, Sydney your mission is to go skiing with Mr.Doble and became friends, invite him to dine with you at 8:30 and then switch briefcases with him so that he will have a fake artifact to sell. Jack, you will go along as well, incase they need back-up."
Back up? Syd questioned to herself. Why would they need backup. He was talking about the two best spies who didn't need back up when they fought each other. They would be unstoppable together and she thought it was obvious.
As soon as the meeting ended she pulled Jack aside.
"Dad why is Sloane sending you?"
"He doesn't trust Sark to make the switch for SD-6. He doesn't know what the artifact can do and thinks Sark does."
"Does he?"
"The CIA doesn't think so, we're all in the dark on this one. Hopefully the CIA can figure it out first. I'll see you on the plane," and he left.
Sydney stood there. she couldn't believe her luck. Sark was right. It was going to be a living hell. Her dad was still mad at her and Sark, well it was just Sark. Plus, on top of it all, she had never been to Maine or skied in her life.