Hope you guys enjoy this...it won't be a very long story, for everything will unfold very quickly, but I just love Sarkney, so I couldn't resist writing it.
Two days after their meeting at his cell, Sydney and Sark were prepared to go to the Ukraine, where a large section of Irina Derevko's organization remained. Their purpose was to infiltrate this small group, where they would proceed to question the members of the remnant, so Sydney could locate her mother, to acquire more information about the Covenant. After all, Derevko was known to have some of the most useful information that any organization had ever heard of.
Before their departure from Los Angeles, Michael Vaughn pulled Sydney aside.
"Syd?"
"Yeah?" she asked, as she stepped away from Sark's side.
"Syd, are you sure this is the best route?" he asked, lowering his voice so he would not be heard.
"Vaughn, he's the guy for the job. He was my mom's right hand man. He's familiar with her organization, and he most likely has leeway with these people. Therefore, he's going. I'm going," she answered.
"Syd, I don't trust him,"
"Before, I would have agreed with that assessment. But Vaughn, for some reason, my instincts are telling me to trust him now," she said. Vaughn sighed.
"You always trust your instincts," he said, looking down at the ground.
"That's right. So, if that's all, my partner and I will be going now," she said, forcing a smile, and nodded to Sark.
As he watched Sydney leave with a man he still maintained was the enemy, Vaughn could not help but wish that he was the one traveling with Sydney. Only then could he be sure that she would be protected, because despite the band of gold on his left hand, he would still give his life for Sydney Bristow.
*****
"God, you're beautiful," he spoke, his breath sending shivers down her neck. She tried to remember that this was a show for onlookers. She tried to remember he was a cold-blooded killer. It wasn't working.
She merely tried to beat him at his own game.
She turned to face him and placed her right hand on his chest, and then proceeded to kiss his cheek tenderly. She pulled away from him slightly to whisper in his ear.
"I believe that's enough of a show, now let's get a move on honey," she let her tongue roll over the last word a little bit longer than necessary. She felt him squirm just a bit. Oh yeah, she thought. He thinks he's the only one who can get under my skin? I think not. He nodded his head in agreement, and took her hand in his own, leading her down the street and into the alleyway he was so familiar with.
Within moments after coming to a door, he had picked the lock and was inside. Sydney was impressed, but decided that it would be a colossal mistake to say so. Instead, she focused on the two guards that came barreling toward her and Sark only a moment later. Sark stepped in front of her, almost as if to protect her, but used her body as a springboard of sorts. He propelled himself, with a swift kick into the first guard's face, knocking him out. He ducked down as he heard Sydney remove her gun, and watched as she shot the second guard directly in the chest. The guard immediately fell onto the ground, laying in a heap over the second guard. Sark glanced back in her direction, smirking.
"Nice," he said.
"Move," she said, quick to respond. So he did. He led her down passageway that she would never memorize, and when he stepped up to doorway, he paused, looking desperate.
"Damn," he said. Sydney could not help smiling. She loved that accent. She shook the thought.
"What?" she asked. He pointed to a keypad, obviously to be used to punch in a password.
"Your mother could have changed the password since I left. I hadn't taken that in to consideration," he said, wiping sweat from his brow.
"You not thinking of everything? I thought I would never see the day.."
"Bristow, could you stop gloating for a moment? This is serious," he spoke.
"Well, what happens if you get the wrong password? Any alarms?"
"No," he answered honestly. She rolled her eyes.
"Then why does it matter? If it's not right, type in a new password," she said.
"Fine. I will," he said. With that, he punched a password into the keypad, too quickly for her to notice what it was, and he waited.
Password Invalid.
"Damn," he said again. Seconds later he typed in another password.
Password Invalid.
Typing again.
Password Invalid.
He sighed loudly, and glared at her.
"You're the genius, Bristow. You figure it out," he spat.
"What did you try?" she asked, pushing him out the way.
"The previous password was Sydney. That failed. I tried Jack, and then my first name,"
"And you're first name would be..."
"We aren't that close Bristow," he said, but he was smirking.
"Aren't those a little too obvious to be passwords?"
"Ordinarily yes, but ironically nobody has even penetrated this facility," he said.
"Alright then," she answered sarcastically. She turned back to the keypad and thought for a few moments. Her mother must have known that Sydney would find this place eventually. For some reason, Sydney believed her mother would try to make this just a bit easier for her. She tried to remember anything they had discussed in their previous encounters. Seconds later she was typing.
"Truth," she spoke out loud. Sark rolled his eyes.
A moment later the door was open.
Another moment later, Sark was the first to speak.
"You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"
Sydney only laughed.
"Yeah, I thought as much," he said, smiling down at her.