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A/N: Chapter 5!!!
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~What Now~
~Chapter 5: The Truth Hurts~
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^^^ Los Angeles- 3 Weeks Later ^^^
He hated the hotel room. He felt confined, like he was trapped. And it gave Sark a lot of time to think about things.
He still loved her, and he knew that, but he couldn't understand why. She had lied to him for over a decade, and he forgave her, somewhat. Their lives were so screwed up and twisted that he wondered sometimes if they could ever work it out.
***Flashback- 3 weeks earlier***
"Almost eleven years. I'm so sorry Sark, I know I should've told you."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Sark you didn't work for the CIA, you didn't have clearance to know anything about it."
"I want that clearance," he half-whispered, blue eyes flashing.
"That's the other reason I'm here, Aidan. I convinced Kendall to offer you a job as a low-level analyst with the CIA."
"And the clearance?"
"In about a month or so you could have it if you worked hard enough."
He didn't even have to think about the answer. "I'll come."
"OK. I have a plane waiting for me so I need to go. Here's a ticket for you back to D.C. so you can back some stuff and here's one to L.A. I'll see you in two days."
Sark began to walk away. "Oh, and Aidan?" Sydney called after him. He turned around. "Thanks-for everything."
He turned and began walking again.
"I'm in love with the daughter of my mother's murderer," he whispered to himself.
***End Flashback***
Sark sighed. His new job with the CIA was interesting, but sometimes he wished he was back in D.C. at his boring old job. He wanted to be there when they found his daughter and he wanted to find out why his mother had been killed, but those were the only reasons he was staying in D.C. He hadn't even bought an apartment and had been living out of his suitcase for the last 3 weeks.
For Sark, life was hell.
TBC??
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A/N: OK, finally done typing this up!! The next chapter is gonna have some Sarkney. Just a little spoiler for ya'll! So REVIEW!!
A/N: Chapter 5!!!
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~What Now~
~Chapter 5: The Truth Hurts~
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^^^ Los Angeles- 3 Weeks Later ^^^
He hated the hotel room. He felt confined, like he was trapped. And it gave Sark a lot of time to think about things.
He still loved her, and he knew that, but he couldn't understand why. She had lied to him for over a decade, and he forgave her, somewhat. Their lives were so screwed up and twisted that he wondered sometimes if they could ever work it out.
***Flashback- 3 weeks earlier***
"Almost eleven years. I'm so sorry Sark, I know I should've told you."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Sark you didn't work for the CIA, you didn't have clearance to know anything about it."
"I want that clearance," he half-whispered, blue eyes flashing.
"That's the other reason I'm here, Aidan. I convinced Kendall to offer you a job as a low-level analyst with the CIA."
"And the clearance?"
"In about a month or so you could have it if you worked hard enough."
He didn't even have to think about the answer. "I'll come."
"OK. I have a plane waiting for me so I need to go. Here's a ticket for you back to D.C. so you can back some stuff and here's one to L.A. I'll see you in two days."
Sark began to walk away. "Oh, and Aidan?" Sydney called after him. He turned around. "Thanks-for everything."
He turned and began walking again.
"I'm in love with the daughter of my mother's murderer," he whispered to himself.
***End Flashback***
Sark sighed. His new job with the CIA was interesting, but sometimes he wished he was back in D.C. at his boring old job. He wanted to be there when they found his daughter and he wanted to find out why his mother had been killed, but those were the only reasons he was staying in D.C. He hadn't even bought an apartment and had been living out of his suitcase for the last 3 weeks.
For Sark, life was hell.
TBC??
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A/N: OK, finally done typing this up!! The next chapter is gonna have some Sarkney. Just a little spoiler for ya'll! So REVIEW!!