Author: Gospdrcr a.k.a. Ann
Title: Sutchured part 2B
Distribution: same as before.ask and ye shall receive
Pairing: Syd/Sark
Timeline: Season 3 episode 3.Au from there
Summary: Sark is injured and needs Syd's help
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be :: oh well
Rating: R for language and adult content.okay the content is PG-13 at best but.
With a dejected sigh Sydney walked into the terminal. The op had not gone as planned. She was lucky to be alive at this point. She placed her bags in her car and began her drive home. Letting her mind wander, a thought occurring to her, how important was it to get her missing two years back, what if she just kept driving, disappearing again. As she pulled into the carport, she decided a bath would be nice. Just what she needed after the last three days, she opened her front door, dropping her backs down and flipping the light on. As she turned she saw the smear of blood on the window sill, then her eyes fell on the blonde man, barely hanging onto consciousness. "Help me Sydney, please," was all Sark could say before passing out on her living room floor, his hand clutched to his side to staunch the flow of blood as it seeped through his now limp fingers.
"SARK, oh my god!!!" Sydney runs over to where Sark is collapsed against the wall. She falls to her knees beside him, and tries to stop the blood from running out of the wound on his left side. "Sark, come on, stay with me here, I need you to wake up. Tell me what happened! SARK, wake up, come back to me." Sydney grabs a blanket off the couch and puts it over the wound. The pressure brings Sark around for the moment. "The bullet, its still in there Sydney, you have to get it out." He then begins to fade, as the room becomes fuzzy and dark.
She quickly decides against calling anyone for help, or alerting the CIA to his presence. Somehow she is sure that if they got his hands on him now he wouldn't live, so she pulls him into the kitchen so that she can lay him flat. Sydney runs into her bathroom, grabbing isopropyl alcohol, gauze, and a pair of scissors, needle, thread and some towels then returns to the kitchen. Very gently she brushes her hand over his now raging hot forehead, leans down and kisses him gently and says "forgive me, this is gonna hurt like hell." She quickly pours some of the Isopropyl alcohol on her hands to kill the germs, then cuts away all of the clothing around the wound. A bloody f****** mess, that's all there is to it. Oh Jesus, I hope to god he stays out for this, please let me strong enough to get him through this.
With great care she wipes away all of the drying blood and pours some more of the alcohol onto the wound. She then probes around the bullet hole to see how deep the bullet is. Finding the spot where the bullet is located about two inches under his skin, her fingers enter his flesh probing hoping beyond hope that she can do this quickly, remove the bullet, to reduce the amount of pain she has to inflict on him. With a shout of glee she pulls the bullet from his body, fresh blood oozing out of the hole. With quick gentle movements she pours some more isopropyl alcohol onto the injury and packs a towel down over the wound to slow down the bleeding again, as she is waiting for the bleeding to stop she washes her hands off with soap and water, then begins to thread the needle. After a few moments the blood flow slows down, she then removes the towel and begins to stitch up Sarks' injury. The needle enters his flesh and a moan escapes his lips. Sydney, help me, Sydney, Sark fades to black again and with a sigh Syd begins stitching again. When she was finally finished she placed a clean bandage over his bullet wound and began to wrap him in gauze to begin the healing. She then placed a folded towel under his head, waiting to move him until he came to. Not knowing what else to do she began to tidy up the kitchen, slowly she moved into the living room and saw the blood puddled on the floor where he lay, and the trail from the window where he forced entry. She walked into the laundry room, pouring bleach into a bucket and adding hot water, she picked up a rag and walked back into the living room to clean up the mess.
2 hours later:
"Sydney? Sydney, are you here?" Sark tried to pull himself into a sitting position but was unable to.
Sydney came rushing into the room, lowering herself to his side; she smoothed her hand over his brow. "I got the bullet out and stitched you up best as I could. We need to get you someplace a little bit more comfortable, do you think you can help me get you to the bed?"
"Bristow, you can take me to bed anytime." Sark said with a small grin and laughter dancing in his pain filled blue eyes.
"Now I know your feeling better, smartass." Sydney helped raise Sark to a sitting position when there was a knock at the door. A panic look crossed Sark's face. "Don't worry, no one knows you're here.I'm gonna go answer that."
"Hey Bristow, you might draw a little unwanted attention in those clothes." Sydney looked down to see blood stains on her knees and across the hem of her shirt.
"Oh, s***." Syd pulls her shirt off as she runs from the kitchen and begins to strip out of her pants while running to her bedroom. She throws on a robe as the door bell rings again.
"Syd, are you in there?" A distended voice floats in from outside.
Sydney opens the door. "Vaughn, what do you want?"
"I know you just got home, I haven't had a chance to talk to you since Lauren. ya know. ummm.well."
".announced her pregnancy," Sydney looks at Vaughn. "I meant what I said. I am happy for you, for you both. Look I'm tired and was getting ready to get in the shower so. was there anything else?" Vaughan turns to leave looks back at her as if to say something then his eyes catch something on her neck. "Syd, why is there blood on your neck?" His hand shoots out to the stain under her chin. Her hand slowly reaches up to the stain, feeling the residue of dried blood. "Syd, what the hell is going on here? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please? Vaughan moves as if to enter the living room when she stops him.
"I'm fine. I cut myself earlier and just must have missed it. Look I'm gonna take a shower, so I'll see you later, bye Vaughan." She then pushed the door closed against his will. After the door closed she leaned back against the door with a sigh. Out of the corner of her eye she sees movement in the kitchen. Once there, she finds Sark leaning against the counter, a gun resting limply in his hand. Pain flashes in his face as he opens his eyes, blue meets brown. Moments pass as they just stare at each other, connecting, feeling the others pain almost completely. A car horn honks outside breaking the moment. A look of sympathy goes through Sark's eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was pregnant." He says.
"Let's get you to bed, okay." Sydney wraps her arm around his hip careful to not touch his bullet wound. Gently she sets him on the bed, removes the remnants of his pants, and grabs an oversize pair of sweats from her closet. She dresses him, and assists him in laying back against the pillows. Carefully covering Sark, she leans down and whispers. "Rest, I'll be here when you wake up."
Okay, please let me know what you think. Please, please, please. picture Ann begging here I have now come to the conclusion that 3 parts just ain't gonna happen in this lifetime sooooo..well see what happens in the end..kay Oh and could someone let me know if they are getting there PM's im not sure they are going through.thanx
Ann
Title: Sutchured part 2B
Distribution: same as before.ask and ye shall receive
Pairing: Syd/Sark
Timeline: Season 3 episode 3.Au from there
Summary: Sark is injured and needs Syd's help
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be :: oh well
Rating: R for language and adult content.okay the content is PG-13 at best but.
With a dejected sigh Sydney walked into the terminal. The op had not gone as planned. She was lucky to be alive at this point. She placed her bags in her car and began her drive home. Letting her mind wander, a thought occurring to her, how important was it to get her missing two years back, what if she just kept driving, disappearing again. As she pulled into the carport, she decided a bath would be nice. Just what she needed after the last three days, she opened her front door, dropping her backs down and flipping the light on. As she turned she saw the smear of blood on the window sill, then her eyes fell on the blonde man, barely hanging onto consciousness. "Help me Sydney, please," was all Sark could say before passing out on her living room floor, his hand clutched to his side to staunch the flow of blood as it seeped through his now limp fingers.
"SARK, oh my god!!!" Sydney runs over to where Sark is collapsed against the wall. She falls to her knees beside him, and tries to stop the blood from running out of the wound on his left side. "Sark, come on, stay with me here, I need you to wake up. Tell me what happened! SARK, wake up, come back to me." Sydney grabs a blanket off the couch and puts it over the wound. The pressure brings Sark around for the moment. "The bullet, its still in there Sydney, you have to get it out." He then begins to fade, as the room becomes fuzzy and dark.
She quickly decides against calling anyone for help, or alerting the CIA to his presence. Somehow she is sure that if they got his hands on him now he wouldn't live, so she pulls him into the kitchen so that she can lay him flat. Sydney runs into her bathroom, grabbing isopropyl alcohol, gauze, and a pair of scissors, needle, thread and some towels then returns to the kitchen. Very gently she brushes her hand over his now raging hot forehead, leans down and kisses him gently and says "forgive me, this is gonna hurt like hell." She quickly pours some of the Isopropyl alcohol on her hands to kill the germs, then cuts away all of the clothing around the wound. A bloody f****** mess, that's all there is to it. Oh Jesus, I hope to god he stays out for this, please let me strong enough to get him through this.
With great care she wipes away all of the drying blood and pours some more of the alcohol onto the wound. She then probes around the bullet hole to see how deep the bullet is. Finding the spot where the bullet is located about two inches under his skin, her fingers enter his flesh probing hoping beyond hope that she can do this quickly, remove the bullet, to reduce the amount of pain she has to inflict on him. With a shout of glee she pulls the bullet from his body, fresh blood oozing out of the hole. With quick gentle movements she pours some more isopropyl alcohol onto the injury and packs a towel down over the wound to slow down the bleeding again, as she is waiting for the bleeding to stop she washes her hands off with soap and water, then begins to thread the needle. After a few moments the blood flow slows down, she then removes the towel and begins to stitch up Sarks' injury. The needle enters his flesh and a moan escapes his lips. Sydney, help me, Sydney, Sark fades to black again and with a sigh Syd begins stitching again. When she was finally finished she placed a clean bandage over his bullet wound and began to wrap him in gauze to begin the healing. She then placed a folded towel under his head, waiting to move him until he came to. Not knowing what else to do she began to tidy up the kitchen, slowly she moved into the living room and saw the blood puddled on the floor where he lay, and the trail from the window where he forced entry. She walked into the laundry room, pouring bleach into a bucket and adding hot water, she picked up a rag and walked back into the living room to clean up the mess.
2 hours later:
"Sydney? Sydney, are you here?" Sark tried to pull himself into a sitting position but was unable to.
Sydney came rushing into the room, lowering herself to his side; she smoothed her hand over his brow. "I got the bullet out and stitched you up best as I could. We need to get you someplace a little bit more comfortable, do you think you can help me get you to the bed?"
"Bristow, you can take me to bed anytime." Sark said with a small grin and laughter dancing in his pain filled blue eyes.
"Now I know your feeling better, smartass." Sydney helped raise Sark to a sitting position when there was a knock at the door. A panic look crossed Sark's face. "Don't worry, no one knows you're here.I'm gonna go answer that."
"Hey Bristow, you might draw a little unwanted attention in those clothes." Sydney looked down to see blood stains on her knees and across the hem of her shirt.
"Oh, s***." Syd pulls her shirt off as she runs from the kitchen and begins to strip out of her pants while running to her bedroom. She throws on a robe as the door bell rings again.
"Syd, are you in there?" A distended voice floats in from outside.
Sydney opens the door. "Vaughn, what do you want?"
"I know you just got home, I haven't had a chance to talk to you since Lauren. ya know. ummm.well."
".announced her pregnancy," Sydney looks at Vaughn. "I meant what I said. I am happy for you, for you both. Look I'm tired and was getting ready to get in the shower so. was there anything else?" Vaughan turns to leave looks back at her as if to say something then his eyes catch something on her neck. "Syd, why is there blood on your neck?" His hand shoots out to the stain under her chin. Her hand slowly reaches up to the stain, feeling the residue of dried blood. "Syd, what the hell is going on here? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please? Vaughan moves as if to enter the living room when she stops him.
"I'm fine. I cut myself earlier and just must have missed it. Look I'm gonna take a shower, so I'll see you later, bye Vaughan." She then pushed the door closed against his will. After the door closed she leaned back against the door with a sigh. Out of the corner of her eye she sees movement in the kitchen. Once there, she finds Sark leaning against the counter, a gun resting limply in his hand. Pain flashes in his face as he opens his eyes, blue meets brown. Moments pass as they just stare at each other, connecting, feeling the others pain almost completely. A car horn honks outside breaking the moment. A look of sympathy goes through Sark's eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was pregnant." He says.
"Let's get you to bed, okay." Sydney wraps her arm around his hip careful to not touch his bullet wound. Gently she sets him on the bed, removes the remnants of his pants, and grabs an oversize pair of sweats from her closet. She dresses him, and assists him in laying back against the pillows. Carefully covering Sark, she leans down and whispers. "Rest, I'll be here when you wake up."
Okay, please let me know what you think. Please, please, please. picture Ann begging here I have now come to the conclusion that 3 parts just ain't gonna happen in this lifetime sooooo..well see what happens in the end..kay Oh and could someone let me know if they are getting there PM's im not sure they are going through.thanx
Ann