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 glared at Sark when she caught him gazing at her. He didn't avert his eyes as she thought he would, just continued staring. She looked away, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Sark was watching her. Finally, she groaned and walked across the cargo of the plane to where Sark was seated. She sat next to him and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she demanded.

Sark chuckled. "Why, Ms. Bristow, what do you mean?"

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Is one not entitled to look at someone as lovely as yourself?"

Sydney smirked and shook her head. "You think you're so smooth, don't you?"

"Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but not that you mention it…"

Sydney gaped at him until he let out a small laugh. She realized he was joking, rolled her eyes, and laughed with him.

"Ms. Bristow," Sark said suddenly, becoming serious, "what I said before was out of line. I apologize."

Sydney blinked at the unexpected apology. "Um, don't worry about it, it's not important." She paused. "Listen, Sark, I just wanted to say…I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For what I said to you when we were leaving the CIA. I had no right to say those things, and I was way too harsh--"

Sark held his hand up to stop her. "I deserved to hear every word, Sydney. You don' t have to apologize for opening my eyes to what is true."

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Sydney at him with disdain as the guards escorted Sark out of his cell. They shoved him up front, and together, they paraded down the hallway. Sydney eyed Sark's moving form, noting the poised way he walked. She thought about all the things Sark had done, all the murders he was responsible for.

"You're a monster," she said before she could stop herself. "You're a vile beast."

Sark stopped in his tracks, causing Sydney and the guards to stop as well. He didn't move a muscle as Sydney continued.

"You…you make me sick. You're a murderer. You show no remorse for anything you've done. You ruin people's lives without a second thought. You show a total disregard for people's feelings to save your own. Hell, what am I saying? You don't even have feelings. You are emotionless." Sydney began to get more heated. "You've damaged my life just by being on this earth! I can't even stand to look at you! I don't even know how I'm talking to you right now!"

This wasn't about telling him what he was anymore. From the moment Sydney had begun her rant, Sark hadn't moved. Now, Sydney's goal was to get some kind of reaction out of him. She would be satisfied with anything, whether it be a shift in his body or a sound of a snivel. So far, she was getting nothing out of him.

"You kidnapped one of my best friends and tortured him. For that, I don't want you to die. I want you to suffer. I want to take you apart and make you feel the pain my friend went through. You disgust me, and you know what? You disgust everyone else in this building. Do you even have people who care about you? Do you know anyone who would mourn your death? Is there anyone who would miss you if you were gone? Do you have parents, or did they flee once they realized they had given birth to the spawn of the devil?"

"Agent Bristow--" one of the guards started, sounding tense.

Sydney silenced him by shooting him a terrifying glare. She looked back at Sark's still form. She was getting frustrated with his lack of response to her harsh words. Suddenly, Sark looked up to his right. Sydney almost celebrated until she realized he was looking at a security camera. She bit her lip, recognizing that anybody could be watching what had been going on. She turned to the guard she had snapped at a moment before and gave him an apologetic look.

"Let's go," she muttered.

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Sydney shook her head. "No, what I said was wrong. You didn't deserve to hear that, and I didn't mean it."

Sark chortled. "Of course you meant it. What you said was what you've been meaning to say ever since I've come into your life. I don't hold any of it against you."

Sydney didn't reply and sighed with relief when Vaughn and her father walked back into the cargo area. She stood and joined them in a corner.

"What's up?" she asked.

"We're landing in Zurich in about an hour," Jack replied. "We're going to be staying at the Arabella Sheraton Atlantis Hotel. All of us will get a key card to Sark's room, as well as our own."

Sydney furrowed her eyebrow. "Why do we all need a key to Sark's room?"

"We still don't know if we can really trust him, Sydney. Kendall suggested it, and I think it's a good idea to be safe."

Sydney nodded, though she didn't agree with her father. "Okay, I understand. What's our cover?"

"We're taking a family vacation in Switzerland," Jack explained. "You and Vaughn will be posing as David and Isabelle Adjani."

"We're posing as a married couple? So we…share a room?" Sydney asked, a grin forming on her face. She glanced at Vaughn, who smiled back at her.

"Yes," Jack sighed, shooting a quick glance at Vaughn. "Moving on, I am your father, Joseph Lussac, and Sark will be my son and your brother, Nathan."

Sydney nodded again. "Got it."

"Alright, that's all. We're going to spend the night in the hotel without making any forward movements. The next day, Sark will lead us to Derevko and Sloane's hideout, and we'll make a clean arrest."

Sydney let out a deep breath. "Sounds good."

"I'm going back up front. If you need anything, you can come get me."

"Okay, Dad. See you in an hour."

"Right," Jack replied, nodding to Vaughn as we went back to the front of the plane.

Vaughn looked at Sydney and gave her a lopsided smile. She giggled and took his hand, pulling him close.

"So, Mr. Adjani, what do you think we should do once we get to the hotel?" she teased, tracing his spine.

Vaughn chuckled. "Well I don't know, Mrs. Adjani. I guess we'll just have to make it up as we go along," he replied, leaning down to give Sydney a kiss.

"Oh, for God's sake, take it somewhere else," Sark complained from his corner.

Vaughn groaned and rolled his eyes. He pulled away from Sydney and glared at Sark. "If you don't like it, you don't have to watch."

"It's not as if I have a choice with all the noise you're making," Sark shot back.

"Both of you shut up," Sydney ordered. "We only have an hour left on this plane, so let's just keep it peaceful, okay?"

"Fine," Vaughn and Sark grumbled in unison, both of them crossing their arms over their chests.

Sydney sighed. This mission was going to be a trip through hell.