Show No Emotion

Spoilers: No

Archive: Yes, but please let me know at sarkaholic23@hotmail.com

A/N: This takes place after Truth Takes Time. Tenses in this story will change. When it is in first person POV, it will be in present tense. When it is in third person POV, it will be in past.

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Sydney and Vaughn watched from behind the two-way glass window.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, of course."

Sydney sighed, knowing she wouldn't get anything more, and continued to watch Sark.

"Answer all questions with 'yes' or 'no,'" the interrogator said gruffly. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you responsible more any murders?"

"Yes."

"Have you turned yourself in to the CIA for your own personal gain?"

"No."

"Are you planning on betraying the CIA?"

"No."

"Are you going to help the CIA find the location of Irina Derevko and Arvin Sloane?"

"Yes."

"Are you…"

Sydney's eyes began to flutter as the interrogator went on with the test. Looking at Sark's slouching and fatigued form, she almost felt sorry for him. She kicked herself at the thought. Feel sorry for Sark? That would be the day.

The full interrogation had taken two hours. Directly following, the guards had led Sark back to his cell. Sydney and Vaughn had run into Jack and Kendall, and she had excused herself from the small circle of men to pay Sark a quick visit. She wasn't sure why she had felt the need to see him. She supposed it was seeing him so tired earlier, so vulnerable, so…human. He was sleeping on the metal, and she made a mental note to herself to get him sheets and a pillow. She tensed as he moved, afraid that he would wake up and catch her watching him. Instead, he turned on his side and let out small moan, continuing with his slumber.

It was strange, Sydney thought to herself. She didn't feel a sexual attraction to Sark. He was handsome, yes, but the thought of touching him was not an appealing thought. However, she did feel some sort of connection. She now felt the urge to walk into his cell and just sit at his side. She wanted to play with the perfect little curls at the nape of his neck. She wanted to get inside this young man's head so she could understand his motives. How could she feel so warmly for a cold-blooded killer? She had thought that she despised him, but seeing him sleep brought a new sense of peacefulness to Sark. She couldn't be anxious about a sleeping man, after all. She wondered how old he was, where he came from, what his first name was. She was so deep in thought that she hadn't even realized someone had come up next to her.

"Syd?" he asked, touching her arm. He pulled back when she gasped and jumped.

"Vaughn?" she exclaimed, putting her hand to her chest and catching her breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

"No, no, it's okay, I…I wasn't paying attention. Don't worry, I'm okay."

"What are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "I honestly have no idea. I had this feeling, so I came down."

"Has anything happened? Did he say anything?"

Sydney shook her head. "No, he's just been sleeping. Oh, that reminds me, we should get him a cot or something. You know, make him comfortable."

Vaughn raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care whether he's comfortable or not?"

"I…I don't. I just think that if he's going to help us find Sloane and my mother, the least we could do is let him sleep on something that won't break his back!"

"Okay, okay," Vaughn laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm sorry. We'll talk to Kendall and get something for him."

Sydney bit her lip. "I'm sorry I exploded. I don't know why I feel so much concern for him. I'm supposed to hate him."

Vaughn reached for Sydney and pulled her into a hug. "You're human, Syd. It's normal."

"Yeah, it's real normal to feel so bad for an assassin," Sydney said.

Vaughn smiled. "Don't worry, Syd. I still love you."

Sydney laughed and gave him a small punch on the arm. "You'd better."