*AN: Just want to get some responses to the reviews in?
Clemetine1: I'm glad that you like it! The dark side is so much fun. Thanks for r/r!
Auburn: Hmmm..mildly interested? ;-) hehehe. Glad you like! Thanks for r/r!
Leonsalanna: I'm glad you liked that. I just figured that he doesn't give his name out freely. Did you get caught up? The chapter with Sark's escape is kind of out of sequence, but I'd rather have posted it before than after. Sorry if it was confusing. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it.
Inu_kami: Thanks! I'm glad you like it all. Thanks so much for the r/r.
Wonder Monkey: Glad you liked the story and the plot bunny thing. (
Fanatic 482: Thanks for R/R. Yeah, with Sarkney, so much has been done that it's hard to be totally original. Hopefully I will manage to throw some twists in here that you haven't seen before. Hmm..Irish/British Sark. Yum!
SassyAngel05: Glad you liked it! It will definitely be a fun ride. Thanks for the r/r.
Hopefully I didn't miss anyone. If I did, I'm sorry. I'm a little perplexed right now, after seeing the premiere last night, so bear with me. ****************************************************************** "I thought you were going to wake me up," said Sydney, walking into the kitchen, sometime later. She was a little embarrassed that he had apparently carried her into the house. She was perfectly capable of walking herself. He seemed to be an entirely different person. It confused her, but she had to admit to herself that seeing him this way was quickly changing her opinion of him.
"You were sleeping. I thought you might need the rest," said Sark.
Who was he to decide what she needed? She was about to make a comment on it, when he broke in again.
"The bathroom is upstairs at the end of the last hall. Feel free to use it," said Sark.
"Thanks." Sydney said stiffly and walked out. Same old Sark. Still thinking he knew everything. Did he ever quit being so smug?
Sark marveled that her presence in the house was so normal, almost as if she belonged here. He shook his thoughts away. It seemed that lately Sydney had been on his mind a great deal. It wasn't just because she was part of the prophecy, but it was because of her. He hadn't taken time to dwell on it, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He was definitely developing some feelings for her. Having her here would be interesting. He realized he had been stiff with her, but he didn't know how to act, which was a change for him.
Sydney walked upstairs, admiring the house. She wondered if it belonged to Aidan or her mother, or if it was a safe house of sorts. She decided on the former, noticing the tastefully, but manly decorated rooms. Safe houses were not decorated that well, and this wasn't in her mother's taste. She stopped at the room that she saw her luggage in. It was a darker shade of blue, with green and beige accents. It was nice. She then removed some soft flannel pants and a tank, and headed to the bathroom. It was a large one, with a deep tub, separate shower, and thick rugs and towels. Again, there was a touch of blue throughout. As the hot shower beat down on her, she left her thoughts drift back to Aidan. She thought that he was being very gentle with her, even if he was still hiding behind that smirk. She wasn't sure why. She was comfortable here, which surprised her.
Sark poured himself another glass of wine and one for Sydney. As he stirred the pot on the stove, he was thinking that Irina had better have some answers for both he and Sydney when she returned. His thoughts drifted to her daughter. He had always admired her strength, and always enjoyed his encounters with her, good and bad. He knew that she wasn't going to react well to what he had to say. But, he would enjoy it.
After her shower, Sydney got dressed, brushed her hair, and padded down to the kitchen. There was wonderful smell of bread and stew. Aidan was sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine. There was another glass for her, which she accepted gratefully. She helped herself to a bowl of stew and some of the bread. "This is good." She admitted grudgingly. "Did you make it?"
"Yes, I did. Does that surprise you?" said Sark. "I like to cook, but don't always get the opportunity to do so." He took a sip of wine. She didn't need to sound so condescending. He was good at a lot of things. She would just have to learn.
"Well, yes, it does. But, then again, I've gotten more surprises from you in the past few weeks that I care to analyze," said Sydney honestly. "You look tired," she observed, taking in his disheveled hair and the stubble on his chin. It didn't make him any less handsome, but it was not how she was used to seeing him. Add another surprise to the list.
"Too much going on in my head to rest." Sark answered with equal honesty. "Besides, I think we should talk." He tried not to notice that she smelled like his shampoo and how that made him feel. He was turning into a schoolboy, he thought. She looked very pretty, sitting there with no makeup and her hair wet around her shoulders.
"Yes, that is a given." Sydney said, wondering why he was looking at her like that. Her spoon clanked softly against the bowl as they both got quiet. "You have a nice home."
Sark stared at her intently as he leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. "I like it. I would like to be able to spend more time here. Unfortunately, I am away a lot." Sark wondered how she knew that it was his, without having questioned him about it.
Sydney felt uncomfortable as the silence crept back in. It gave her too much time to think of how boyishly charming he looked leaning against the table. "So, you have no idea where my mother is?"
"None." He wasn't about to mention her father. "She left three days ago, and the only instructions I received were to retrieve you at the airport."
Sydney was irritated by this comment. "Retrieve me? Like I'm a package or something? It's nice to know that I'm considered to be of such worth." This was more like it. She was getting un-nerved by the small talk and friendliness. Not to mention that she was actually enjoying eating across the table from him.
"Sydney, quit behaving like a child." Sark grumbled. Why did she always have to get her defenses up? "I simply meant that she asked me to pick you up."
"I see." She was silent again, eating her stew. While they were on this topic, she might as well get another nagging question out in the open. "You said that you met my mother when you were young." She watched him to see how he would react. "How young?"
Sark visibly stiffened, but he spoke anyway. "I was fifteen when I met her. I had been with Khasinau for two years then. She took over my training, and soon, I was her right hand. Her main interest was in Rambaldi, so I was sent on a lot of missions to obtain artifacts and information. I was to do whatever necessary to ensure that they ended up in Irina's possession."
At this, Sydney interrupted. "Rambaldi. Always a priority with my mother." She couldn't help but sound bitter.
Sark decided it was time to try to change her viewpoint. "Sydney, no matter what you think, your mother's interest in Rambaldi isn't for her own gain. Whether you realize it or not, she's known for years that you were the one in the prophecy. Everything that she's done has been to protect you."
"What? There is no way that she could have known! We didn't even find the page until 4 years ago!" Sydney exclaimed. What the hell was he talking about?
"That is because she wanted you to find the page then. She's known about it since you were a child. At first, she was led to believe that it was her, but she soon realized that wasn't. She realized that it must be someone closely related to her. Her daughter. Her love for you and your father made it difficult for her to leave, but she did what she felt she had to." He realized that his defense of Irina would irritate Sydney, but she would just have to deal with it.
Sydney was dumbfounded. "All these years.." tears came to her eyes. "I'm just having trouble getting this to sink in." She couldn't let herself get upset now, not in front of him.
Sark decided to throw in one more thing to think about. He didn't want to upset her more, but she needed to know. "Before your mother left, she implied that I was also part of the prophecy."
"What?" Sydney had many thoughts flying around in her head. She didn't know how to deal with all of this right now. "How?" This was just getting worse and worse. She drank the last of the wine in one gulp.
"I have no idea." He said with irritation. "She had never mentioned it to me before, and I have never seen anything to indicate it. She was obviously hiding it from me." Sark was pained at this, but he knew Irina had her own reasons for things. It still made him angry though. After the hell he'd been through to help her out, you would think she would be a little more grateful.
As they sat in silence, finishing their meal, they were both thinking similar thoughts.
What did the prophecy have in store for them?
Clemetine1: I'm glad that you like it! The dark side is so much fun. Thanks for r/r!
Auburn: Hmmm..mildly interested? ;-) hehehe. Glad you like! Thanks for r/r!
Leonsalanna: I'm glad you liked that. I just figured that he doesn't give his name out freely. Did you get caught up? The chapter with Sark's escape is kind of out of sequence, but I'd rather have posted it before than after. Sorry if it was confusing. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it.
Inu_kami: Thanks! I'm glad you like it all. Thanks so much for the r/r.
Wonder Monkey: Glad you liked the story and the plot bunny thing. (
Fanatic 482: Thanks for R/R. Yeah, with Sarkney, so much has been done that it's hard to be totally original. Hopefully I will manage to throw some twists in here that you haven't seen before. Hmm..Irish/British Sark. Yum!
SassyAngel05: Glad you liked it! It will definitely be a fun ride. Thanks for the r/r.
Hopefully I didn't miss anyone. If I did, I'm sorry. I'm a little perplexed right now, after seeing the premiere last night, so bear with me. ****************************************************************** "I thought you were going to wake me up," said Sydney, walking into the kitchen, sometime later. She was a little embarrassed that he had apparently carried her into the house. She was perfectly capable of walking herself. He seemed to be an entirely different person. It confused her, but she had to admit to herself that seeing him this way was quickly changing her opinion of him.
"You were sleeping. I thought you might need the rest," said Sark.
Who was he to decide what she needed? She was about to make a comment on it, when he broke in again.
"The bathroom is upstairs at the end of the last hall. Feel free to use it," said Sark.
"Thanks." Sydney said stiffly and walked out. Same old Sark. Still thinking he knew everything. Did he ever quit being so smug?
Sark marveled that her presence in the house was so normal, almost as if she belonged here. He shook his thoughts away. It seemed that lately Sydney had been on his mind a great deal. It wasn't just because she was part of the prophecy, but it was because of her. He hadn't taken time to dwell on it, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He was definitely developing some feelings for her. Having her here would be interesting. He realized he had been stiff with her, but he didn't know how to act, which was a change for him.
Sydney walked upstairs, admiring the house. She wondered if it belonged to Aidan or her mother, or if it was a safe house of sorts. She decided on the former, noticing the tastefully, but manly decorated rooms. Safe houses were not decorated that well, and this wasn't in her mother's taste. She stopped at the room that she saw her luggage in. It was a darker shade of blue, with green and beige accents. It was nice. She then removed some soft flannel pants and a tank, and headed to the bathroom. It was a large one, with a deep tub, separate shower, and thick rugs and towels. Again, there was a touch of blue throughout. As the hot shower beat down on her, she left her thoughts drift back to Aidan. She thought that he was being very gentle with her, even if he was still hiding behind that smirk. She wasn't sure why. She was comfortable here, which surprised her.
Sark poured himself another glass of wine and one for Sydney. As he stirred the pot on the stove, he was thinking that Irina had better have some answers for both he and Sydney when she returned. His thoughts drifted to her daughter. He had always admired her strength, and always enjoyed his encounters with her, good and bad. He knew that she wasn't going to react well to what he had to say. But, he would enjoy it.
After her shower, Sydney got dressed, brushed her hair, and padded down to the kitchen. There was wonderful smell of bread and stew. Aidan was sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine. There was another glass for her, which she accepted gratefully. She helped herself to a bowl of stew and some of the bread. "This is good." She admitted grudgingly. "Did you make it?"
"Yes, I did. Does that surprise you?" said Sark. "I like to cook, but don't always get the opportunity to do so." He took a sip of wine. She didn't need to sound so condescending. He was good at a lot of things. She would just have to learn.
"Well, yes, it does. But, then again, I've gotten more surprises from you in the past few weeks that I care to analyze," said Sydney honestly. "You look tired," she observed, taking in his disheveled hair and the stubble on his chin. It didn't make him any less handsome, but it was not how she was used to seeing him. Add another surprise to the list.
"Too much going on in my head to rest." Sark answered with equal honesty. "Besides, I think we should talk." He tried not to notice that she smelled like his shampoo and how that made him feel. He was turning into a schoolboy, he thought. She looked very pretty, sitting there with no makeup and her hair wet around her shoulders.
"Yes, that is a given." Sydney said, wondering why he was looking at her like that. Her spoon clanked softly against the bowl as they both got quiet. "You have a nice home."
Sark stared at her intently as he leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. "I like it. I would like to be able to spend more time here. Unfortunately, I am away a lot." Sark wondered how she knew that it was his, without having questioned him about it.
Sydney felt uncomfortable as the silence crept back in. It gave her too much time to think of how boyishly charming he looked leaning against the table. "So, you have no idea where my mother is?"
"None." He wasn't about to mention her father. "She left three days ago, and the only instructions I received were to retrieve you at the airport."
Sydney was irritated by this comment. "Retrieve me? Like I'm a package or something? It's nice to know that I'm considered to be of such worth." This was more like it. She was getting un-nerved by the small talk and friendliness. Not to mention that she was actually enjoying eating across the table from him.
"Sydney, quit behaving like a child." Sark grumbled. Why did she always have to get her defenses up? "I simply meant that she asked me to pick you up."
"I see." She was silent again, eating her stew. While they were on this topic, she might as well get another nagging question out in the open. "You said that you met my mother when you were young." She watched him to see how he would react. "How young?"
Sark visibly stiffened, but he spoke anyway. "I was fifteen when I met her. I had been with Khasinau for two years then. She took over my training, and soon, I was her right hand. Her main interest was in Rambaldi, so I was sent on a lot of missions to obtain artifacts and information. I was to do whatever necessary to ensure that they ended up in Irina's possession."
At this, Sydney interrupted. "Rambaldi. Always a priority with my mother." She couldn't help but sound bitter.
Sark decided it was time to try to change her viewpoint. "Sydney, no matter what you think, your mother's interest in Rambaldi isn't for her own gain. Whether you realize it or not, she's known for years that you were the one in the prophecy. Everything that she's done has been to protect you."
"What? There is no way that she could have known! We didn't even find the page until 4 years ago!" Sydney exclaimed. What the hell was he talking about?
"That is because she wanted you to find the page then. She's known about it since you were a child. At first, she was led to believe that it was her, but she soon realized that wasn't. She realized that it must be someone closely related to her. Her daughter. Her love for you and your father made it difficult for her to leave, but she did what she felt she had to." He realized that his defense of Irina would irritate Sydney, but she would just have to deal with it.
Sydney was dumbfounded. "All these years.." tears came to her eyes. "I'm just having trouble getting this to sink in." She couldn't let herself get upset now, not in front of him.
Sark decided to throw in one more thing to think about. He didn't want to upset her more, but she needed to know. "Before your mother left, she implied that I was also part of the prophecy."
"What?" Sydney had many thoughts flying around in her head. She didn't know how to deal with all of this right now. "How?" This was just getting worse and worse. She drank the last of the wine in one gulp.
"I have no idea." He said with irritation. "She had never mentioned it to me before, and I have never seen anything to indicate it. She was obviously hiding it from me." Sark was pained at this, but he knew Irina had her own reasons for things. It still made him angry though. After the hell he'd been through to help her out, you would think she would be a little more grateful.
As they sat in silence, finishing their meal, they were both thinking similar thoughts.
What did the prophecy have in store for them?