A/N: I know it's been forever but I've just been so caught up in other fics, the holidays, and now school again. But I was bored in English on Friday after I finished Huckleberry Finn so I started to write this. Hope you enjoy and thanks to my betas: Mrs. Curls, jillybug03, and GabsHardy!!!!
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I can see your inner motive
when you wear it on your face
Indisposed to the world
You won't let yourself be saved
~Revis, Spin~
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Chapter 4: Trust
Sydney woke up in a spacious bedroom. It was blue with white trim, and she was lying in a huge, fluffy, white bed.
She got up, her head spinning, to find that she was wearing pajamas, not the black clothes she had been imprisoned in. Who changed me? she wondered. And how long have I been here?
Sydney tried to open one of the three doors in the room to find it locked. She moved on to another and found a huge marble bathroom. Opening the cabinets, she discovered that they were stocked full with soap, shampoo, make-up, lotion, and everything else that she could ever need.
She left the bathroom to open the last door and found a walk-in closet filled with clothes, all in her size. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a tank top, and some underwear, she walked back to the bathroom, intending to take a hot shower.
Thirty minutes later she walked out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping, but feeling refreshed and awake. Just as she was wondering what she should do now, there was a knock on the door and Sark entered the room.
"Hello, Sark. Lovely to see you again," she spat immediately. "You owe me for this bruise on my face." She touched her cheek at the spot of the now-fading mark.
He smirked and put his hands in the pockets of his suit. "Well at least I didn't leave a scar. Unlike some people who happen to be standing in front of me."
She laughed and sat down on the couch. "Don't tell me you're still mad about that ice pick!"
"Scars never fade." His smirk was gone and he took his hands out, beckoning to her. "Come with me, Miss Bristow."
She got up and grumbled as she followed him out of the room. "What, no please?"
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Sark led her to the kitchen, where he poured two glasses of water and sat down across from her at the wooden table. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Sydney spoke.
"So are we just going to sit here all day?"
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Of course not, Sydney. We're waiting for someone."
She grimaced and stared at her empty glass. "My mother, right?"
"Yes," he simply stated. A few more moments passed before he got up and went to the counter, where there was a small stereo. Pressing the ON button, he came back to the table and sat down again.
Rock music blasted out of the speakers. Sydney recognized it as the new Linkin Park song.
"Is this 'Numb'?" she yelled over the sound. Sark nodded, tapping his foot against the floor and looked as though at any minute he would start singing along.
Sydney started giggling to herself and then started laughing. A real laugh. It felt weird, since she hadn't laughed in days. Weeks, actually. Sark looked at her questioningly.
"Would you care to share the joke, Miss Bristow?" he half-shouted.
She grinned. "I just never thought of you as a clean grunge kind of guy. Maybe some classical music, but Linkin Park?" She smiled.
Sark opened his mouth to say something but closed it when the music was unexpectedly turned off. The two whirled around to see the stereo and the person standing next to it.
"Mom."
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Four people now sat at the kitchen table. Father and daughter stared at each other, neither blinking.
"I still don't understand what you're doing here Dad."
"Neither do I. But you can't go back to the CIA, Sydney. They know you killed Lazarey and will take you into custody."
Sark's eyes widened and he let out a low gasp, not unnoticed by anyone at the table. Sydney turned to look at him.
"What?"
"You killed Lazarey?"
Irina sighed. "I knew this would come out sometime."
Sark turned to her. "You knew, too?"
"Wait," Sydney shook her head. "What's going on here? Did you know Lazarey?"
Sark wiped a hand down his face. "He was my father." He got up and stormed out of the room. Sydney started to follow him but her mother held her back.
"Give him time, Sydney. Give him time."
"Yeah, I know, 'cause 'truth takes time' right Mom?" She snorted. "Well I don't believe in that little philosophy anymore." And Sydney ran out of the room after Sark.
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I can see your inner motive
when you wear it on your face
Indisposed to the world
You won't let yourself be saved
~Revis, Spin~
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Chapter 4: Trust
Sydney woke up in a spacious bedroom. It was blue with white trim, and she was lying in a huge, fluffy, white bed.
She got up, her head spinning, to find that she was wearing pajamas, not the black clothes she had been imprisoned in. Who changed me? she wondered. And how long have I been here?
Sydney tried to open one of the three doors in the room to find it locked. She moved on to another and found a huge marble bathroom. Opening the cabinets, she discovered that they were stocked full with soap, shampoo, make-up, lotion, and everything else that she could ever need.
She left the bathroom to open the last door and found a walk-in closet filled with clothes, all in her size. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a tank top, and some underwear, she walked back to the bathroom, intending to take a hot shower.
Thirty minutes later she walked out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping, but feeling refreshed and awake. Just as she was wondering what she should do now, there was a knock on the door and Sark entered the room.
"Hello, Sark. Lovely to see you again," she spat immediately. "You owe me for this bruise on my face." She touched her cheek at the spot of the now-fading mark.
He smirked and put his hands in the pockets of his suit. "Well at least I didn't leave a scar. Unlike some people who happen to be standing in front of me."
She laughed and sat down on the couch. "Don't tell me you're still mad about that ice pick!"
"Scars never fade." His smirk was gone and he took his hands out, beckoning to her. "Come with me, Miss Bristow."
She got up and grumbled as she followed him out of the room. "What, no please?"
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Sark led her to the kitchen, where he poured two glasses of water and sat down across from her at the wooden table. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Sydney spoke.
"So are we just going to sit here all day?"
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Of course not, Sydney. We're waiting for someone."
She grimaced and stared at her empty glass. "My mother, right?"
"Yes," he simply stated. A few more moments passed before he got up and went to the counter, where there was a small stereo. Pressing the ON button, he came back to the table and sat down again.
Rock music blasted out of the speakers. Sydney recognized it as the new Linkin Park song.
"Is this 'Numb'?" she yelled over the sound. Sark nodded, tapping his foot against the floor and looked as though at any minute he would start singing along.
Sydney started giggling to herself and then started laughing. A real laugh. It felt weird, since she hadn't laughed in days. Weeks, actually. Sark looked at her questioningly.
"Would you care to share the joke, Miss Bristow?" he half-shouted.
She grinned. "I just never thought of you as a clean grunge kind of guy. Maybe some classical music, but Linkin Park?" She smiled.
Sark opened his mouth to say something but closed it when the music was unexpectedly turned off. The two whirled around to see the stereo and the person standing next to it.
"Mom."
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Four people now sat at the kitchen table. Father and daughter stared at each other, neither blinking.
"I still don't understand what you're doing here Dad."
"Neither do I. But you can't go back to the CIA, Sydney. They know you killed Lazarey and will take you into custody."
Sark's eyes widened and he let out a low gasp, not unnoticed by anyone at the table. Sydney turned to look at him.
"What?"
"You killed Lazarey?"
Irina sighed. "I knew this would come out sometime."
Sark turned to her. "You knew, too?"
"Wait," Sydney shook her head. "What's going on here? Did you know Lazarey?"
Sark wiped a hand down his face. "He was my father." He got up and stormed out of the room. Sydney started to follow him but her mother held her back.
"Give him time, Sydney. Give him time."
"Yeah, I know, 'cause 'truth takes time' right Mom?" She snorted. "Well I don't believe in that little philosophy anymore." And Sydney ran out of the room after Sark.