Author: Ann aka Gospdrcr
Pairing: Syd/Sark
Distribution: just ask and ye shall receive
Disclaimer: Not mine all belong to bad robot, JJ Abrams etc.
Summary: this will be a 3 parter the first is titled Split. I got this from
the album title for Camilla, Split Sutured and Saved. (this is also not
mine, just in case anyone had any questions.) How Sydney deals with life.
AUish, told after S3 episode 3.
Split:
Unfreaking believable. This was just too much to handle. Here I am in London doing of all the awful things in the world guarding Sloane. This is just unfreaking believable.
"Sydnay, please wait up a moment. I would like to word with you."
Just as Sydney Bristow was about to slide the card key into the lock she looked up to see Lauren walking briskly down the hallway to her. Outwardly patient she stood there, waiting for the blonde woman.
As Lauren approached Sydnay (come on you know that's how she says it) she looked over her husband's former girlfriend. "I know this must be difficult for you.
Ripped, torn apart.
With a movement of her hand Sydney cut off what the woman was saying. "Lauren you have no idea how I feel. You have never had your life destroyed by Arvin Sloane. YOU cannot presume to know what it feels like to be manipulated by that man. Save whatever little pep talk you had planned. I know where you stand; you know where I stand on the subject of that man. But, understand this I WILL do my job to the best of my ability and right now if that means making sure that monster stays alive, I will do it. When all this is done then I will do whatever I can to see that he pays. Is that clear?"
With a nod of her head Lauren simply turned away from Sydney and walked the 4 doors down the hallway to her own room.
As Sydney opened the door, she thought to herself that a nice long soak in that big Jacuzzi tub is just the thing that she needs after today. Maybe a nice bottle of Merlot to go along with the soak, just the thing to get her mind off of that slime ball. At that moment she realized her room was already occupied. Clicking on the light she turned and stared down the barrel of a gun.
"Hello Ms. Bristow." Sark said as he casually leaned against the wall by the large panoramic window. Not sure if she was going to attack or wait to see exactly what he was up to.
Oh My God. He looks a lot better now. Both thoughts ran concurrently through her mind but she did not allow them to appear on her face.
"What do you want Sark? Why are you here? Do you want to go back into CIA custody, cause I can make that happen?" She asked in rapid succession. God dammit why did I leave my gun in my bedside table. I should know better.
"I have an offer for you Miss Bristow, or should I call you Julia?" With a casual shrug he lowers the gun and pulls himself into a fully upright position. "I always said we work well together, here is a chance to find out."
She looks him in the eye and knows. Those cold blue eyes that never show emotion are holding knowledge. He knows Julia killed his father. She can also see whatever she did he isn't holding against her.
"What could you possibly have to offer me? Sark, please leave me alone, I'm tired." With that Sydney turns and walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower, changing her mind about the bath.
Minutes later.
Sydney is leaning against the cool tile sobbing. It is the one place she allows herself to let go. To break down and feel all the pain that is bottled on a regular basis. A completely private place where she sees no pity, no animosity, no emptiness, can just feel and cry. She feels the presence more than hears anything.
"Is this an invitation Bristow, I really am flattered but I try not to mix business and pleasure."
She pulls the curtain aside enough to see him. He is sitting on the vanity between the double sinks. The realization that Sark of all people sees her in her moment of weakness is startling. What is more unnerving is that the fact comforts her. He after all has lost two years also. He has had something valuable taken from him too; she simply stares at him for a moment. Then she sees the glimmer of lust in his eye, just a flicker but enough to give her the courage.
"Don't try so hard." She says as she drops the curtain to the side.
For the first time she has completely shocked him. He opens his mouth, as if to come back with a witty rejoinder and nothing comes out. He slowly rises from the counter as he reaches for the buttons on his shirt. Stripping out of his jacket, shirt, and tie, he looks at her trying to read her expression. Unsure if this is really happening, unsure if this is what she wants. Her hand reaches for him. "I've always liked the way you look in your suits, but I like this much better." Her hands then start to roam. She slowly strokes across his chest down his abdomen moving playfully at first, but much more sensually when she feels his stomach muscles clench in response to her inquiry. His hand reaches across to her cheek, wiping away all remnants of her tears as he leans in and kisses her. Tongues mingling, hot and passionate, neither is sure who is in control or if anyone is. All they know at this moment is the feel of body to body, flesh moving against flesh. Hand and mouths moving in unison, ultimate pleasure the goal for both.
He took her in the shower, ferocious and demanding. He carried her to the bed and gently made love to her, cherishing her in a way Sydney never thought possible. She fell asleep in his arms, for the first time she can remember in the last two years completely content. She awoke in morning with no trace that he existed at all, save one. A note scribbled on the pad next to the telephone.
S- Your weary, not tired.
S-
With one final glance at the bed she strolled into the shower trying to black out the memories of his mouth and hands, the feel of his body pressed against her, in her, as the spray from the shower pounded against her back.
End Part 1
A/N: I apologize for the smut scene. I am not a very good writer when it comes to that so sorry.
Split:
Unfreaking believable. This was just too much to handle. Here I am in London doing of all the awful things in the world guarding Sloane. This is just unfreaking believable.
"Sydnay, please wait up a moment. I would like to word with you."
Just as Sydney Bristow was about to slide the card key into the lock she looked up to see Lauren walking briskly down the hallway to her. Outwardly patient she stood there, waiting for the blonde woman.
As Lauren approached Sydnay (come on you know that's how she says it) she looked over her husband's former girlfriend. "I know this must be difficult for you.
Ripped, torn apart.
With a movement of her hand Sydney cut off what the woman was saying. "Lauren you have no idea how I feel. You have never had your life destroyed by Arvin Sloane. YOU cannot presume to know what it feels like to be manipulated by that man. Save whatever little pep talk you had planned. I know where you stand; you know where I stand on the subject of that man. But, understand this I WILL do my job to the best of my ability and right now if that means making sure that monster stays alive, I will do it. When all this is done then I will do whatever I can to see that he pays. Is that clear?"
With a nod of her head Lauren simply turned away from Sydney and walked the 4 doors down the hallway to her own room.
As Sydney opened the door, she thought to herself that a nice long soak in that big Jacuzzi tub is just the thing that she needs after today. Maybe a nice bottle of Merlot to go along with the soak, just the thing to get her mind off of that slime ball. At that moment she realized her room was already occupied. Clicking on the light she turned and stared down the barrel of a gun.
"Hello Ms. Bristow." Sark said as he casually leaned against the wall by the large panoramic window. Not sure if she was going to attack or wait to see exactly what he was up to.
Oh My God. He looks a lot better now. Both thoughts ran concurrently through her mind but she did not allow them to appear on her face.
"What do you want Sark? Why are you here? Do you want to go back into CIA custody, cause I can make that happen?" She asked in rapid succession. God dammit why did I leave my gun in my bedside table. I should know better.
"I have an offer for you Miss Bristow, or should I call you Julia?" With a casual shrug he lowers the gun and pulls himself into a fully upright position. "I always said we work well together, here is a chance to find out."
She looks him in the eye and knows. Those cold blue eyes that never show emotion are holding knowledge. He knows Julia killed his father. She can also see whatever she did he isn't holding against her.
"What could you possibly have to offer me? Sark, please leave me alone, I'm tired." With that Sydney turns and walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower, changing her mind about the bath.
Minutes later.
Sydney is leaning against the cool tile sobbing. It is the one place she allows herself to let go. To break down and feel all the pain that is bottled on a regular basis. A completely private place where she sees no pity, no animosity, no emptiness, can just feel and cry. She feels the presence more than hears anything.
"Is this an invitation Bristow, I really am flattered but I try not to mix business and pleasure."
She pulls the curtain aside enough to see him. He is sitting on the vanity between the double sinks. The realization that Sark of all people sees her in her moment of weakness is startling. What is more unnerving is that the fact comforts her. He after all has lost two years also. He has had something valuable taken from him too; she simply stares at him for a moment. Then she sees the glimmer of lust in his eye, just a flicker but enough to give her the courage.
"Don't try so hard." She says as she drops the curtain to the side.
For the first time she has completely shocked him. He opens his mouth, as if to come back with a witty rejoinder and nothing comes out. He slowly rises from the counter as he reaches for the buttons on his shirt. Stripping out of his jacket, shirt, and tie, he looks at her trying to read her expression. Unsure if this is really happening, unsure if this is what she wants. Her hand reaches for him. "I've always liked the way you look in your suits, but I like this much better." Her hands then start to roam. She slowly strokes across his chest down his abdomen moving playfully at first, but much more sensually when she feels his stomach muscles clench in response to her inquiry. His hand reaches across to her cheek, wiping away all remnants of her tears as he leans in and kisses her. Tongues mingling, hot and passionate, neither is sure who is in control or if anyone is. All they know at this moment is the feel of body to body, flesh moving against flesh. Hand and mouths moving in unison, ultimate pleasure the goal for both.
He took her in the shower, ferocious and demanding. He carried her to the bed and gently made love to her, cherishing her in a way Sydney never thought possible. She fell asleep in his arms, for the first time she can remember in the last two years completely content. She awoke in morning with no trace that he existed at all, save one. A note scribbled on the pad next to the telephone.
S- Your weary, not tired.
S-
With one final glance at the bed she strolled into the shower trying to black out the memories of his mouth and hands, the feel of his body pressed against her, in her, as the spray from the shower pounded against her back.
End Part 1
A/N: I apologize for the smut scene. I am not a very good writer when it comes to that so sorry.