Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, this is my first fic and I'm so glad some people like it! Thanks especially to those who mentioned the real colour of Vaughn's eyes. I'll try to say something about them being green in an upcoming chapter.
Remember, this takes place after "Trust Me" and any resemblances to future episodes are intended for humor only.
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Francie looked from one face to the other. Both her friend and roommate and date were staring at each other, eyes wide and mouths open. "Do you two know each other?"
"He, he, he works for the other bank!" Sydney exclaimed.
"I work for a bank? A bank? I do not…"
Sydney cut Zadrian with her icy glare. Francie was quite confused, until Zadrian spoke again, "I don't work for a bank! I wont for a financial institution!"
To Francie's surprise, Sydney looked relieved. Than she said, "Francie come talk to me for a minute."
Francie wasn't sure what to think. She looked from Zadrian to Sydney. Zadrian still looked shocked, and Sydney looked angry. "Zadrian, can you excuse me for a moment? You can come in and sit down if you'd like." She followed Sydney into the next room.
"Now, Sydney, what is going on here?"
"Francie, I hate to tell you this, but Zadrian… did he tell you what his last name is?"
"No, but"
"Oh well it isn't important. Anyway, he works for the other bank, 'financial institution', whatever. I'm thinking he knows you're my friend and he wants to get information from you. I don't think you should go out with him."
"Sydney, that's silly! You saw how surprised he looked when he saw you there."
"He's a good actor. And besides, he could kidnap you…."
"Syd, you are being ridiculous. I don't see what your problem is! And look at him, he's cute!"
"He's cute, but I'd pass if I were you. Francie, I'm serious. He's ruthless! He would do anything to harm the bank including hurt you!"
"Sydney, you are taking it too seriously. It's just a date! And I'm going. I'll see you later." Francie turned around and left, following Zadrian out to his car.
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Sydney dashed to the window and wrote down Sark/Zadrian/Zadrian Sark/whatever his name was licence plate number. Happy Will hadn't been there to witness what had occurred (seeing Sark again wouldn't do him any good) Sydney called Vaughn as quickly as she could.
"Hello?"
"Vaughn, it's Sydney."
"Sydney, about what I said the other day…"
"Not now! This is important! You'll never believe me, but you'll have to. I'm telling the truth. Francie is out on a date with Sark!"
"What?"
"Francie is on a date with Sark!"
"Yeah, I heard you, Syd. I just needed to hear it again."
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"Did you take a good look at his vehicle?"
"I have his licence plate number." Sydney read the number off for him."
"Sydney, you are amazing. We'll get a team on him right away."
"Vaughn, wait! We can't let Francie find out about, well, you know. She thinks Sark is working for the 'other bank'. And I already think she's a bit suspicious. So we can't just have some guys come up and point guns in his face!"
"You have a point. How about this, I get some people to follow them, and give them instructions not to make themselves noticed unless Francie appears to be in danger."
"Okay."
"Sydney, take a deep breath. It's going to be okay. I'll keep you posted."
"Thank you."
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"What did Sydney tell you?" Zadrian asked.
"That you work for another bank and you'll try to get information from me, basically." Francie decided to leave out the bit about him being dangerous and ruthless.
"You should know, your friend Sydney is very good, very very good, at what she does."
"She doesn't really indulge me with the details. What do you do, Zadrian?"
"Pretty much the same thing Sydney does, only for another organization."
"Oh okay. Zadrian, what's you last name?"
"Sark."
Francie thought. The name sounded familiar. She remembered one night sometime after she found out about Charlie, and Sydney was asleep on the couch. Francie couldn't sleep so she sat in the living room and read. She noticed Sydney twitch and heard her say, "Vaughn! Sark's here!" in a panicked stricken voice. When she asked her about it later, Syd told her she didn't know anyone named Vaughn or Sark, that she must've made it up in a dream. If Sark really existed, who was Vaughn? And why didn't Sydney tell her the truth? She looked back at Zadrian. He smiled. He had such a beautiful smile.
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Sydney sat next to the phone, waiting. Three times she reached for it, with the idea of calling Vaughn just to make sure everything was okay.
The door opened and in walked Will. "Are you okay, Sydney?"
Sydney opened her mouth to explain, but she didn't want Will to worry. His memories of Sark were more devastating than her own, and she didn't want to worry him. "I'm not sure I like this guy Francie is going out with tonight."
Will raised his eyebrows. "What's he like?"
"Well, he's cute, but he seems a little fishy."
"I'm sure she'll be okay."
Sydney nodded absentmindedly.
"Sydney, would this be an okay time to talk about what happened earlier this week?"
A mental image of Vaughn on the other end of her phone conversation concerning Francie flashed through her head, his forehead wrinkling in concern above his green eyes. She tried to suppress a small smile. "No, Will, I haven't finished thinking about it yet," she said, and walked out of the room.
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Will saw her smile, but he didn't understand. If he made her smile, why couldn't she talk about it yet? The phone rang, Will answered.
"Hello? Is Sydney there?" said the voice on the other end. A male voice. A concerned male voice. Sydney had another lover.
"Just a minute," said Will. He hung up the phone.
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Well that's all the writing I can manage right now. Please respond! Thanks!
Remember, this takes place after "Trust Me" and any resemblances to future episodes are intended for humor only.
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Francie looked from one face to the other. Both her friend and roommate and date were staring at each other, eyes wide and mouths open. "Do you two know each other?"
"He, he, he works for the other bank!" Sydney exclaimed.
"I work for a bank? A bank? I do not…"
Sydney cut Zadrian with her icy glare. Francie was quite confused, until Zadrian spoke again, "I don't work for a bank! I wont for a financial institution!"
To Francie's surprise, Sydney looked relieved. Than she said, "Francie come talk to me for a minute."
Francie wasn't sure what to think. She looked from Zadrian to Sydney. Zadrian still looked shocked, and Sydney looked angry. "Zadrian, can you excuse me for a moment? You can come in and sit down if you'd like." She followed Sydney into the next room.
"Now, Sydney, what is going on here?"
"Francie, I hate to tell you this, but Zadrian… did he tell you what his last name is?"
"No, but"
"Oh well it isn't important. Anyway, he works for the other bank, 'financial institution', whatever. I'm thinking he knows you're my friend and he wants to get information from you. I don't think you should go out with him."
"Sydney, that's silly! You saw how surprised he looked when he saw you there."
"He's a good actor. And besides, he could kidnap you…."
"Syd, you are being ridiculous. I don't see what your problem is! And look at him, he's cute!"
"He's cute, but I'd pass if I were you. Francie, I'm serious. He's ruthless! He would do anything to harm the bank including hurt you!"
"Sydney, you are taking it too seriously. It's just a date! And I'm going. I'll see you later." Francie turned around and left, following Zadrian out to his car.
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Sydney dashed to the window and wrote down Sark/Zadrian/Zadrian Sark/whatever his name was licence plate number. Happy Will hadn't been there to witness what had occurred (seeing Sark again wouldn't do him any good) Sydney called Vaughn as quickly as she could.
"Hello?"
"Vaughn, it's Sydney."
"Sydney, about what I said the other day…"
"Not now! This is important! You'll never believe me, but you'll have to. I'm telling the truth. Francie is out on a date with Sark!"
"What?"
"Francie is on a date with Sark!"
"Yeah, I heard you, Syd. I just needed to hear it again."
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"Did you take a good look at his vehicle?"
"I have his licence plate number." Sydney read the number off for him."
"Sydney, you are amazing. We'll get a team on him right away."
"Vaughn, wait! We can't let Francie find out about, well, you know. She thinks Sark is working for the 'other bank'. And I already think she's a bit suspicious. So we can't just have some guys come up and point guns in his face!"
"You have a point. How about this, I get some people to follow them, and give them instructions not to make themselves noticed unless Francie appears to be in danger."
"Okay."
"Sydney, take a deep breath. It's going to be okay. I'll keep you posted."
"Thank you."
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"What did Sydney tell you?" Zadrian asked.
"That you work for another bank and you'll try to get information from me, basically." Francie decided to leave out the bit about him being dangerous and ruthless.
"You should know, your friend Sydney is very good, very very good, at what she does."
"She doesn't really indulge me with the details. What do you do, Zadrian?"
"Pretty much the same thing Sydney does, only for another organization."
"Oh okay. Zadrian, what's you last name?"
"Sark."
Francie thought. The name sounded familiar. She remembered one night sometime after she found out about Charlie, and Sydney was asleep on the couch. Francie couldn't sleep so she sat in the living room and read. She noticed Sydney twitch and heard her say, "Vaughn! Sark's here!" in a panicked stricken voice. When she asked her about it later, Syd told her she didn't know anyone named Vaughn or Sark, that she must've made it up in a dream. If Sark really existed, who was Vaughn? And why didn't Sydney tell her the truth? She looked back at Zadrian. He smiled. He had such a beautiful smile.
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Sydney sat next to the phone, waiting. Three times she reached for it, with the idea of calling Vaughn just to make sure everything was okay.
The door opened and in walked Will. "Are you okay, Sydney?"
Sydney opened her mouth to explain, but she didn't want Will to worry. His memories of Sark were more devastating than her own, and she didn't want to worry him. "I'm not sure I like this guy Francie is going out with tonight."
Will raised his eyebrows. "What's he like?"
"Well, he's cute, but he seems a little fishy."
"I'm sure she'll be okay."
Sydney nodded absentmindedly.
"Sydney, would this be an okay time to talk about what happened earlier this week?"
A mental image of Vaughn on the other end of her phone conversation concerning Francie flashed through her head, his forehead wrinkling in concern above his green eyes. She tried to suppress a small smile. "No, Will, I haven't finished thinking about it yet," she said, and walked out of the room.
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Will saw her smile, but he didn't understand. If he made her smile, why couldn't she talk about it yet? The phone rang, Will answered.
"Hello? Is Sydney there?" said the voice on the other end. A male voice. A concerned male voice. Sydney had another lover.
"Just a minute," said Will. He hung up the phone.
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Well that's all the writing I can manage right now. Please respond! Thanks!