Show No Emotion
Spoilers: No
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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.
A/N #2: This chapter alternates between Sydney and Sark's POVs.
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Sydney
I see myself lying on the floor, blood falling from my head wound. The guard stood over my body, laughing and reveling in his triumph. As he celebrates, he doesn't hear Sark coming up behind him. He has no time to react when he hears the click of the trigger. He falls to the floor, dead; his eyes are wide open in surprise. I don't even flinch. Sark's angered face melts into one of sorrow as he falls to his knees, his shoulder bleeding profusely. He hovers over my body, shaking it. I want to reach out to him, tell him it's over.
"Sydney!" he cries. "Sydney, please! Sydney!"
I wake to his pleas. I look into his teary blue eyes. What the hell is going on?
"Oh, thank God," Sark chokes, helping me up from the ground and hugging me tight.
I look around, confused. Shouldn't I be dead?
"Sark, I…what's going on?"
"You were knocked out," he tells me. "It must be that flow to your head. God, Sydney, I thought I lost you. I was so worried."
Ah. I only blacked out. But just a moment now…worried?
"Sydney, are you alright? Sydney, answer me!"
"Sark," I whisper as I turn my attention to his injury. I gently touch his shoulder, but pull away when I feel him cringe. "Your shoulder."
"I'll be fine," he insists. "It's you I'm worried about right now."
I move my gaze to his intense eyes. They aren't chilling as they often are, but filled with concern. Only for me. I lean toward his lips, but he stops me.
"Sydney, no--"
"Why?"
"We can't do this now, there is no time!"
"You've got that right."
A chill goes down my spine. Sark and I look to the doorway. There stood Sloane, looking high and mighty with his damn smirk, with Irina and what had to be at least 20 guards.
"I'm sorry to interrupt this moment, really, but I'm afraid it just had to be done. Ah, Sydney. What would Agent Vaughn say?"
My cheeks flush and my eyes blaze. "You son of a bitch!" Sark holds me back as I attempt to lunge forward.
Sloane ignores me, which engrages me even more. "And Sark…have we been shot? You're slipping. Although I must admit, you did quite a job on my men."
"Don't you mean my men?" Sark sneers.
"It's always about you, isn't it?"
Sark doesn't reply. I take his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. I glance at Irina, who hasn't said a word. She catches my glare and turns away.
"Now, Mr. Sark, Agent Bristow, this building is going to explode in about, oh, four and a half minutes, so I suggest you come with us quietly or die a fiery death. Make your choices quickly. You have four minutes."
"Sydney, go," Sark says into my ear, gently pushing me forward.
"What?"
"We don't have any other choice. Just go." His eyes urge me to move, and then I understand.
I nod curtly. "Fine."
We walk forward and as one of the guards steps forward to handcuff me, Sark kicks out, knocking the cuffs from his hands. He elbows the guard behind him and yells, "Sydney, run! Now!"
I obey, going as fast as my legs will take me. I hear footsteps behind me. I want to look…but now, it would just slow me down. Just one little peek…my hopes are confirmed when I see Sark. Gunshots ring throughout the hall. Suddenly, Sark halts. His expression contorts into one of extreme pain, and he falls to his knees. I stop.
"No!" I cry, tears streaming down my face.
He blinks, straining to keep his eyes open. "Sydney, go!" he yells weakly, wobbling on his knees.
I make no motion to move.
"Sydney, please. You don't have time! Get your father, get Vaughn…get out!"
At the mention of Vaughn and Dad, I regain my strength.
"I love you! And we'll find you!" I yell as I run down the hall.
Sark
"I love you! And we'll find you!" she yells, running down the long hallway.
I feel my eyes fill with tears once again. "I love you," I whisper as the guards run up behind me. I try to cry out as they roughly pick me up. The bullet had hit my back, but luckily, it hadn't hit anything particularly important. The guards bring me back to where Sloane and Irina are standing. Sloane looks me over, smirking at the blood falling from my back and shoulder.
"Let's get him out of here," Sloane orders. He and Irina lead the way as the guards follow, dragging me along. We come to an elevator and we ride to the very top of the building. I feel my eyes beginning to close. The blood loss is more than even I can take.
Just a little longer. Think of Sydney.
I do. And it sends me into a sea of black.
Sydney
We make it outside and run to the car as quickly as we can. There's a sick feeling in my stomach, as I fear for Sark's life. Or demise.
Don't think that way. He'll be fine. We'll fine him, and we'll be together.
But I wasn't so sure. What will Sloane do? And Mom…Irina. What will her role be? Will she be handling Sark's torture? His execution? She isn't likely to take Sark's betrayal lightly. I shut my eyes as Dad puts as much pressure as possible on the gas pedal, speeding away from the building. I had told Sark I love him. And I do. But I should have told him that before this. I feel somebody touch my hand.
"Sydney?"
Damn it. I open my eyes and look into Vaughn's. "Hey."
He smiles. "Hey. How're you doing?"
Just peachy. The man I love has just been captured my a maniac and a wanted terrorist, not to mention our plan failed miserably, and I still have to pretend that I love you!
"I'm fine. All things considering."
"How does your head feel?"
I shrug. "I'm not really worried about that right now, Vaughn."
"What are you worried about? Sark?" he asks with a chuckle.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I am worried about Sark."
Vaughn's smile fades. "Syd…why?"
I shake my head.
Unbelievable.
"He risked his life for me, Vaughn!"
"Sydney, he's a terrorist! How can you care about him?"
"Agent Vaughn," Dad says sharply. "I suggest that you step back. Sydney's been through quite an ordeal, and I am going to take the liberty to assume that she needs space right now."
Vaughn looks taken aback, and I shoot a thankful glance at Dad through the rearview mirror. Vaughn sits back in his seat and stares out the window.
"Dad," I say to fill the awkward silence. "We have to get him back. We can't…we can't let him die." My voice cracks as I say the word. "He saved my life, and--"
"Sydney, I don't intend to let him stay in Sloane's custody."
"Well, how are we going to get him back?"
"Before we left the hotel, I convinced Sark to let me implant a tracking device on him. It's undetectable, of course, so Sloane and Derevko won't be able to find it with a scanner."
A smile slowly creeps across my face. "Dad, you're a genius."
"No, I'm just prepared. After all, I'm not going to take a chance with Sark."
I don't get the chance to respond because an enormous explosion sounds behind us. My father slams and breaks and we all jump out of the car to inspect the damage from afar. The color drains from my face.
Sark.
