Hello again, everybody and welcome to the second part of my fic!!!!
It isn't that detailed, but I think its cute so:
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Spur of the Moment
Sark froze and suddenly the gun she had tossed at him earlier was being held inches away from her head.
"What have you done to my mother," Sark growled.
"I haven't done a thing to her, she's perfectly fine. I simply talked with her of you and various other things and we have become friends." Sydney said, unfazed by the gun aimed at her head.
"Why and how did you find her?" Sark asked, still as frozen as a statue. He thought that he had hidden her away where no one could find her, where no one could recognize her as his mother and attempt to use her against him. 'If Sydney Bristow knew where his mother was then anyone could know, how did she find out???'
"Oh, I was just strolling though a small village in Ireland, when I happened to come across a woman who looked remarkably similar to you, I asked her if she had any children-which she denied at first-but after I spoke to her for a few minutes it became clear that she did indeed have a son," she answered.
Sark looked at her with a withering glare. 'Did she honestly expect me to believe that?? That she was just wandering around Ireland and she ran into my mum?'
"I'm insulted, Miss Bristow, that you think so lowly of me as to provide me with such a pitiful lie. Tell me the truth Agent Bristow. How did you find my mother and why did you go looking for her?"
"I assure you Julian your mother is in perfect health, aside from her constant worry over you, you should visit her more often, you know, it would please her to no end," she chastised gently.
"I would thank you Miss Bristow for keeping your hands out of my affairs and away from my family," He replied frostily.
"Back to your affairs, have you decided whether your going to join me or not?" She asked, suddenly switching subjects.
"If I don't will you retaliate against me by hurting my mum? Of whom I am not finished speaking, by the way."
"Honestly Sark, am I the type of person to go around harming innocents?"
'Well,' Sark thought, 'That's a very good point, Sydney is the good person type she goes out of her way to keep others safe.'
Sark relaxed slightly; his mother was safe for the moment, but...
"Miss Bristow, I am quite aware that you won't injure my mother or divulge her location but I must ask again. How did you find her?" He asked with renewed force.
"The person who put me on her trail is very trustworthy, if he's not dead." She answered callously.
"Who was it?" Sark ground out, through a clenched jaw.
"Lazarey all right, are you happy now Sark," She asked thoroughly annoyed with his questioning.
Sark clenched his fists; he managed to formulate speech through his fury. "Lazarey. Why did he tell you?"
"Because I asked, he was very helpful during my stint as Julia Thorne," Sydney glanced over at Sark and saw his placid face twisting in anger, "You really don't like him do you?"
"That, Miss Bristow, is a severe understatement."
"May I ask why? Your mother was very closemouthed on the subject of her late husband."
"Late?" Sark inquired.
"Oh didn't you know? He's dead." Sydney's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.
"Did he tell anyone else where my mother was?" Sark asked, ignoring for now the fate of his father.
"No, I barely managed to get the information out of him myself." Sydney replied.
"Did you torture him?" Sark asked, obviously relishing the idea.
"No, but I did kill him, if that helps any." Sydney remarked.
Sark glanced at her, unsure of how to process this new information, so his father was definitely dead - so much the better - but more importantly it was Sydney that killed him and admitted it with such blunt honesty. So instead of trying to broach the subject - he avoided it.
"So, you met my mum…what did she say?" Sark asked suddenly apprehensive about the idea of Sydney conversing with his mother."
Sydney grinned.
"We talked about all sorts of things, oh and Sark?"
"Yes," he answered with growing worry.
"I know all about you and your early childhood…and you know I never really pegged you as the fluffy white teddy-bear type."
"…Shit" His brain thought quickly. 'If she knew about Mr. Pumpkin…no no the bear…than what else does she know about…'
Sydney giggled, "Oh Sark, you were so cute, especially in the picture of you being chased around by a bunch of little girls." At this point Sark didn't even try to hide his embarrassment and his face took on the color of pomegranate juice.
"Well, Miss Bristow, you have managed to glean virtually unknown facts about my life from my mother; whom is normally closemouthed about these things, and so I would like to ask you…just what did you say to her to reveal all of these personal details?"
"She likes me, and I promised I would befriend you and try to help you out of the mess you've gotten yourself into to."
For what had to be the third time that day Sark's brain was warped with confusion. This just didn't make sense…Sydney Bristow is the enemy…She hates me…SHE WANTS TO BE MY FRIEND?????
"Okay Sark I know that this is a little hard to handle but focus okay"
Sark blinked a few times and managed to clear his poor muddled little brain and focus on Sydney, who had parked the car on the side of the road so that she could give him her full attention.
"Okay, I'm listening," he stated.
"Alright, I promise that no harm will come to your mother while I know of her existence, I promise that I won't tell anyone about those pictures of you in the cute little sailor outfit-unless of course I'm forced- and I promise that I will tell you everything you want to know if you join my organization, and give me a reason to trust you by not betraying us to the covenant-or any of the other sick organizations out there." Sydney explained patiently, as if to a child.
"Can I have about two minutes to think it over?" He asked carefully.
"Sure." She replied.
Sark sat back into the seat, leaned against the headrest and closed his eyes, deep in thought.
'Well, I don't think Sydney would injure me if I refused, but she might be forced to in order to keep this new organization under wraps for a while. Why would I refuse? IF Sydney is only picking the best, then she must have already recruited a few who must be exceptional and we would be destroying the covenant-who stole my inheritance and were going to try and kill me I think, so all in all going with Sydney would be a very lucrative venture.'
"Okay, I will join your organization on the condition that-when we destroy the covenant-I get my inheritance back." Sark declared.
Sydney smiled and replied. "Sure, now do you have any questions?"
"Yes, Where are we going and who will we find there?" Sark asked feeling better now that he was in control-slightly.
"We will fly out of Madrid and land in England-where I have decided to build the base of operations, as to who you will find, I'm not really sure."
"What do you mean you're not really sure, they work for you-do they not?" He inquired.
"Well, technically they work for me, but they have a slight control complex and they both are trying to make their own rules for this-but I trust them implicitly and I am quite sure they will come through for us." She replied.
'Us,' Sark thought, 'we're already a team.' And he mentally grinned.
"You've only recruited two other people? Who? I would have thought you had an entire team standing by." Sark expressed verbally.
"Well, I have recruited my mother, my fath…"
Sark choked on the air.
"Sark, are you okay?"
"Fine, did you just say you recruited Jack Bristow? And Irina?"
"Yes, They are my parents, I thought that they would be the best for the job, and maybe Weiss, he hasn't decided yet if he is going to join, but hes considering it. If we need more people we can recruit them later. Oh and just so you know, we won't be killing any innocents as far as we can help it, you got that?"
Sark rolled his eyes, "Yes Sydney," and with more seriousness he asked, "So how long have you been planning this organization?"
"Oh it was just spur of the moment."
THE END
I hope you enjoyed it!! I just want to thank everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it—THANK YOU, oh and thank you Anu-chan for listening to me ramble on about actually finishing it. Oh and I might do an epilogue or I might just let you use your imagination because I'm kind of lazy.
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