Title: Beneath the Surface
Author: Liquid Thalassa
E-Mail: liquidthalassa@yahoo.com
Spoilers: None. Sark in general.
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: A quick Sark-Sarkney implied fic. Sark angst...
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine

HERE IT IS:
Beneath the surface-
lies a man that nobody understands, a man nobody dares to try.
Why would they?
He's just an assassin. A terrorist. A lap dog. Cold-blooded and evil.
The enemy.
But he's more than that, more than the superficial, the outside; more then
the appendages to his name.
Beneath the surface-
He hides, lost in a dark void of darkness clinging to his fragile thread of
humanity.
And in the silence so think, so lonely-
He cries. His cold blue eyes hard as ice liquefy to reveal the tortured
soul beneath.
And like the river he so sheds it washes over him- drowning, suffocating,
constricting. Deadly.
He inhales, trying to get a grip over his emotions but nothing works. Not
the glass of ruby wine or the curses whispered in his mind.
Nothing can stop the memories; there is nothing- nowhere to hide.
So many deaths and wasted lives.
So many lies and hidden truths.
So much hate; not enough love.
It was the sum total of his life.
Depressing and lonely.
But no one seems to care.
Inside himself waits, vigilantly and wanting for the spark to ignite his
dying ember. He won't stop until he finds it.
He won't stop not now, not ever.
The door knocks, the sound startles him and he quickly dries his eyes.
No one can see, no one can know the truth to all his lies.
The door opens, an eerie creak sounding.
"Sark. It's time to go," came her voice.
He looks up. Sydney.
She looks into his eyes, long and hard.
From her, he knows he can't hide.
With her he knows there's hope for the dying light inside.
With her, he will live again.
With her.
With Sydney.

Author's Notes: I originally posted this a few months ago on SD-1 and
decided to finally post it here. For those who haven't seen it, I hope you
enjoyed it. Comments welcome!