Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alias characters so don't sue me!! I
wish I did own them though, but I don't have that good of an imagination!
A/N: Aha! The long awaited chapter is finally here! And I'm not necessarily sure you're going to like it either! I've been writing the next two chapters (which means this one and the next!) all this week and now that it's Friday I finally have the chance to update! So this chapter's pretty short but the next one's longer. Enjoy! Oh and by the way, in case you've forgotten: Adrienne is Sydney's daughter!
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Breathing Again
Chapter 3: Not Ready Yet
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"Long time no see, Aidan."
Sark stared at her. "Is that all you have to say to me after 10 years Syd?"
Sydney sighed. "No, of course not. I have a lot to say." She paused. It was hard to go on. "Starting with part of the reason I left in the first place. Sark, I was working-"
"-with the CIA." They said at the exact same time. Sydney started.
"WHAT? How? How did you know that?"
"I didn't find out until after you left, if that's what you're asking. My friend works in the government here and he owed me a big favor."
Sydney dropped into a chair. "Well this certainly puts a different spin on things."
"What do you mean Syd?" He genuinely looked confused.
"I needed to give you a reason. Well. One reason. I came in here planning to give you that, but you already know. It makes things different. I don't know if I'm making any sense. It's hard to explain Sark."
"Why don't you just explain it all and get it over with?"
"It's more complicated than that. If I explained it to you I would end up having to explain it to my dad and everyone at the CIA, among other people." Sydney said, thinking of Adrienne.
"Wait? You're here on a mission?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
Sark looked at Sydney with a sadness in his eyes that she couldn't understand the reason for. He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair.
"Well I guess we'd better pretend we don't know each other then." He stood up and opened the door, showing her through with a wave of his hand. "I'll give you a tour Ms. Bristow. It is Ms, isn't it?"
Sydney stared into his eyes, not knowing that the same sadness in his blue ones was mirrored in her brown ones. "Yes," she whispered. "It is."
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Sark immediately regretted giving Sydney a tour of the offices himself. His male co-workers gave Sydney leering stares that, on the outside, he pretended to ignore, but inside he felt like punching them in the face. He felt like a jealous boyfriend.
Sitting in his office later that day, Sark also knew that no matter how hard he tried, his feelings for Sydney Bristow would not go away.
"I love you, too, Syd. I'll never stop loving you. Ever."
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TBC.
A/N: OK, I know it's kind of short, but it'll have to do for now. The next chapter will have a conversation with Sydney and Adrienne, though. Or at least, I'm pretty sure it will. Anyway, you know what to do now! If you don't know well then I'll help you. REVIEW!!
A/N: Aha! The long awaited chapter is finally here! And I'm not necessarily sure you're going to like it either! I've been writing the next two chapters (which means this one and the next!) all this week and now that it's Friday I finally have the chance to update! So this chapter's pretty short but the next one's longer. Enjoy! Oh and by the way, in case you've forgotten: Adrienne is Sydney's daughter!
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Breathing Again
Chapter 3: Not Ready Yet
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"Long time no see, Aidan."
Sark stared at her. "Is that all you have to say to me after 10 years Syd?"
Sydney sighed. "No, of course not. I have a lot to say." She paused. It was hard to go on. "Starting with part of the reason I left in the first place. Sark, I was working-"
"-with the CIA." They said at the exact same time. Sydney started.
"WHAT? How? How did you know that?"
"I didn't find out until after you left, if that's what you're asking. My friend works in the government here and he owed me a big favor."
Sydney dropped into a chair. "Well this certainly puts a different spin on things."
"What do you mean Syd?" He genuinely looked confused.
"I needed to give you a reason. Well. One reason. I came in here planning to give you that, but you already know. It makes things different. I don't know if I'm making any sense. It's hard to explain Sark."
"Why don't you just explain it all and get it over with?"
"It's more complicated than that. If I explained it to you I would end up having to explain it to my dad and everyone at the CIA, among other people." Sydney said, thinking of Adrienne.
"Wait? You're here on a mission?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
Sark looked at Sydney with a sadness in his eyes that she couldn't understand the reason for. He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair.
"Well I guess we'd better pretend we don't know each other then." He stood up and opened the door, showing her through with a wave of his hand. "I'll give you a tour Ms. Bristow. It is Ms, isn't it?"
Sydney stared into his eyes, not knowing that the same sadness in his blue ones was mirrored in her brown ones. "Yes," she whispered. "It is."
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Sark immediately regretted giving Sydney a tour of the offices himself. His male co-workers gave Sydney leering stares that, on the outside, he pretended to ignore, but inside he felt like punching them in the face. He felt like a jealous boyfriend.
Sitting in his office later that day, Sark also knew that no matter how hard he tried, his feelings for Sydney Bristow would not go away.
"I love you, too, Syd. I'll never stop loving you. Ever."
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TBC.
A/N: OK, I know it's kind of short, but it'll have to do for now. The next chapter will have a conversation with Sydney and Adrienne, though. Or at least, I'm pretty sure it will. Anyway, you know what to do now! If you don't know well then I'll help you. REVIEW!!