You Didn't Say 'Please'
Part 2
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*You didn't say please.*
Sydney looked at him not knowing weather to throttle him then and there or laugh her ass off. "You've got to be kidding me." She said opting for a neutral tone. *What a cheeky bastard.*
He remained silent for a moment or two longer. "No, I'm not." He said still full of amusement. "Please is a magic word, you know. You should say it more often."
"Right, Sark. I could just see it now: 'oh, Mr. Assassin. Can you drop your gun? And do me a favor while you're at it, can you kick it over to me *please?*'" Sydney said glaring at him, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Sark smiled but said nothing. They just sat there joking around like they were having the time of their lives instead of sitting in the dark, in a dilapidated warehouse, with no weapons, no backup, and no idea who tried to kill them.
*What's wrong with me* she asked herself and looked over. *Sark. That's what's wrong with me. The man can do things to a woman. I need to concentrate.*
"We should get out of here." Sydney said, forcing herself to be all business.
"Yes, I would assume so."
"Any ideas?" She asked, standing up and dusting herself off.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." He paused as if he wasn't quite sure he wanted to say something. "There's a hotel a few miles away."
She sighed. "Good. We can go there. But how? I have no car and you can't walk on that leg-"
Sark cleared his throat. She looked at him. "What?" She snapped.
"I have a car."
"Why did you just tell me in the first place?"
"You didn't ask."
Sydney couldn't help but grin this time. *He just never quits does he. *
"You're funny." She said.
"My, my Sydney. Could it be? Two compliments in one night? I must be on a roll."
"Ha ha. I need your keys."
Through the light she could see him staring up at her expectantly.
"*Please.*" She spat. *Unbelievable.*
A moment later, from his inside suit pocket he produced a set of keys. She reached to meet his outstretched hand, their fingers mingling a moment too long. Sydney inhaled at the contact, at the warmth radiating through him to her. *Stop it, Sydney. Get a grip*
"It's a black Mercedes, parked up the block and to the right." He told her.
She nodded, wondering if he felt what she felt, if he felt the spark. "Are you all right?" She asked quietly.
"Your concern touches me." He replied lightly. Though the pain cut into him like fire he kept himself calm. Cool and calm, ever the master of deceit. "I should be fine for the time being."
She nodded and started to unlock the chain on the door. "I'll go get the car." She said, giving him one last look before she walked out, closing the door behind her.
He sat there wondering if she'd come back, wondering why she even helped him at all. He sat there fighting to keep the pain of the wound from burning him; thinking about Sydney and the sparkle in her eyes when they touched. He sat there alone in the dark silence wondering what to make of these.feelings she brought out him.
*****
Fifteen minutes past and still no sign of Sydney, Sark was beginning to wonder if she was in trouble- or maybe she just left him, which was quite plausible, he knew. He wondered though, why she helped him before. Why she didn't kill him, why she didn't leave him and save herself.
*Perhaps, she feels it to*, he thought hopefully.
Shaking those thoughts away he turned his attention to his wound. Gunshots were nothing new to him- he had plenty in his career- and neither was pain. Leaning forward he could feel the wetness of blood on his Armani suit *Bloody hell* he thought. *No amount of dry-cleaning will save this suit...what a shame.*
He rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the warm sticky liquid. *How much had I lost?* He carefully raised his pant leg to expose his chin. It was hard to see with all the blood and darkness but he could make out a mark. Moving his leg into the moonlight he could see it- not a penetrating wound, but a bullet graze. A big one that spilt his skin in a three inch gash. *Bastards. * He rolled the pant leg down, wincing slightly in pain. *God, I could use some wine*, he thought.
Just then he heard a clatter outside. Instinctively he reached for his 9mm, only to find it wasn't there. *Damn it.* He stilled, halting his breathing. If it was anyone besides Sydney he would attack. He still had it in him; survival brings out the best- or worst, depending on how you look at it- in people.
The door rattled and he braced himself for an attack.
"Julian?" Came a sweet whisper.
*Sydney*, he thought. *Thank God.*
"You came back." He said, though a statement a touch of a question entered his words.
"Of course I came back. Why wouldn't I?" She asked opening the door and stepping in.
He ginned slightly. "Because I didn't say 'please'"
She laughed. "I was tempted."
"I bet you were." He paused. "What took you so long?"
"I was making sure I wasn't being followed or watched." She bent down, a rush of brown hair flowing over her shoulder. "Come on I'll help you up."
Sark, normally didn't except help from anyone. *But this isn't anyone.* He told himself. *This is Sydney.* So he took her outstretched arm gratefully, linking his forearm with hers and using the door for support. In an almost graceful movement he was standing, a wave of light-headed-ness slightly fogging his vision. He leaned into her for support, the act bringing then together once more.
For an awkward moment they stood there, staring into each other's eyes. She licked her lips and his gaze followed the movement. *God is she beautiful.*
"Are...Are you alright?" She asked quietly.
"Peachy." He replied.
She cleared her throat. "Then- uhh- we better get going." she said in a nervous rush, putting away from him.
"Right." He said, evenly.
*What's wrong with you Syd?*she asked herself you the tenth time tonight.
She took a breath and helped him into the back seat, letting him lie across it and rest his leg. She made her way round the car and into the driver's seat.
"Nice car." She said giving it another once over.
"Quite lovely, I know. You should know I always go for the best." He replied almost intimately. Sydney looked in the review mirror and met his piercing gaze. He said it in such a way that Sydney was sure he was talking about something else... *Like me*, she thought, wondering what was coming over her.
"We're going to the hotel for the night, then we'll find out what the Hell happened back there." She said evenly.
"Whatever you say, Ms. Bristow. Whatever you say." He mumbled, resting his head along the window.
*****
The car ride- though relatively short in distance seemed to take forever. Every now and then she would look into the review mirror to see how he was doing, it was then that's she'd be assaulted with Sark's bright blue eyes.
And boy did she love those eyes. So blue. So vast. So deep. They pulled her in...they were the eyes of an angel, both sad and serene- but they were also the eyes of a killer- ruthless and cold. The contradiction perplexed her, made her wonder about him even more.
He smiled and she quickly look away, a trace of a blush creeping out her cheeks. She was caught, she hated being caught.
"Are you ok still? You lost quite a bit of blood." She asked again, not bothering to stop at the red right. There was no one there.
"I'll live." He replied. She didn't doubt that, she knew he suffered worse wounds then this...but still. She was worried.
"Oh!" She said with a touch of excitement. "I got you something. I totally forgot."
"Really?" Curiosity filling him.
She reached down to the seat next to her, still keeping an eye of the road. Seconds later she produced a brown paper bag. She handed it to him. "Here you go."
He took it, meeting her amused gaze. *What an interesting development.*
"Go on, open it." She said.
He did, slowly unwrapping the creased top, and looked in and smiled.
"I think I've found my soul mate." He said. He lifted the wine bottle from the bag and read the label: Chateau Petuse: '82. *My soul mate indeed.* "Where did you get this?" He asked amazed.
She flashed him a smile. "A girl never reveals her sources."
"How did you know?" He asked.
"It's the only thing you drink, Julian." She paused. "How would I not?"
He remained silent, smiling in content.
*******
Ok, so there it is! Part 2! Does everyone like it? I hope it doesn't disappoint! I had some writer's block last night but I got through it, and wrote this. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated! Thanks!
~LiquidThalassa~
Part 2
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*You didn't say please.*
Sydney looked at him not knowing weather to throttle him then and there or laugh her ass off. "You've got to be kidding me." She said opting for a neutral tone. *What a cheeky bastard.*
He remained silent for a moment or two longer. "No, I'm not." He said still full of amusement. "Please is a magic word, you know. You should say it more often."
"Right, Sark. I could just see it now: 'oh, Mr. Assassin. Can you drop your gun? And do me a favor while you're at it, can you kick it over to me *please?*'" Sydney said glaring at him, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Sark smiled but said nothing. They just sat there joking around like they were having the time of their lives instead of sitting in the dark, in a dilapidated warehouse, with no weapons, no backup, and no idea who tried to kill them.
*What's wrong with me* she asked herself and looked over. *Sark. That's what's wrong with me. The man can do things to a woman. I need to concentrate.*
"We should get out of here." Sydney said, forcing herself to be all business.
"Yes, I would assume so."
"Any ideas?" She asked, standing up and dusting herself off.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." He paused as if he wasn't quite sure he wanted to say something. "There's a hotel a few miles away."
She sighed. "Good. We can go there. But how? I have no car and you can't walk on that leg-"
Sark cleared his throat. She looked at him. "What?" She snapped.
"I have a car."
"Why did you just tell me in the first place?"
"You didn't ask."
Sydney couldn't help but grin this time. *He just never quits does he. *
"You're funny." She said.
"My, my Sydney. Could it be? Two compliments in one night? I must be on a roll."
"Ha ha. I need your keys."
Through the light she could see him staring up at her expectantly.
"*Please.*" She spat. *Unbelievable.*
A moment later, from his inside suit pocket he produced a set of keys. She reached to meet his outstretched hand, their fingers mingling a moment too long. Sydney inhaled at the contact, at the warmth radiating through him to her. *Stop it, Sydney. Get a grip*
"It's a black Mercedes, parked up the block and to the right." He told her.
She nodded, wondering if he felt what she felt, if he felt the spark. "Are you all right?" She asked quietly.
"Your concern touches me." He replied lightly. Though the pain cut into him like fire he kept himself calm. Cool and calm, ever the master of deceit. "I should be fine for the time being."
She nodded and started to unlock the chain on the door. "I'll go get the car." She said, giving him one last look before she walked out, closing the door behind her.
He sat there wondering if she'd come back, wondering why she even helped him at all. He sat there fighting to keep the pain of the wound from burning him; thinking about Sydney and the sparkle in her eyes when they touched. He sat there alone in the dark silence wondering what to make of these.feelings she brought out him.
*****
Fifteen minutes past and still no sign of Sydney, Sark was beginning to wonder if she was in trouble- or maybe she just left him, which was quite plausible, he knew. He wondered though, why she helped him before. Why she didn't kill him, why she didn't leave him and save herself.
*Perhaps, she feels it to*, he thought hopefully.
Shaking those thoughts away he turned his attention to his wound. Gunshots were nothing new to him- he had plenty in his career- and neither was pain. Leaning forward he could feel the wetness of blood on his Armani suit *Bloody hell* he thought. *No amount of dry-cleaning will save this suit...what a shame.*
He rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the warm sticky liquid. *How much had I lost?* He carefully raised his pant leg to expose his chin. It was hard to see with all the blood and darkness but he could make out a mark. Moving his leg into the moonlight he could see it- not a penetrating wound, but a bullet graze. A big one that spilt his skin in a three inch gash. *Bastards. * He rolled the pant leg down, wincing slightly in pain. *God, I could use some wine*, he thought.
Just then he heard a clatter outside. Instinctively he reached for his 9mm, only to find it wasn't there. *Damn it.* He stilled, halting his breathing. If it was anyone besides Sydney he would attack. He still had it in him; survival brings out the best- or worst, depending on how you look at it- in people.
The door rattled and he braced himself for an attack.
"Julian?" Came a sweet whisper.
*Sydney*, he thought. *Thank God.*
"You came back." He said, though a statement a touch of a question entered his words.
"Of course I came back. Why wouldn't I?" She asked opening the door and stepping in.
He ginned slightly. "Because I didn't say 'please'"
She laughed. "I was tempted."
"I bet you were." He paused. "What took you so long?"
"I was making sure I wasn't being followed or watched." She bent down, a rush of brown hair flowing over her shoulder. "Come on I'll help you up."
Sark, normally didn't except help from anyone. *But this isn't anyone.* He told himself. *This is Sydney.* So he took her outstretched arm gratefully, linking his forearm with hers and using the door for support. In an almost graceful movement he was standing, a wave of light-headed-ness slightly fogging his vision. He leaned into her for support, the act bringing then together once more.
For an awkward moment they stood there, staring into each other's eyes. She licked her lips and his gaze followed the movement. *God is she beautiful.*
"Are...Are you alright?" She asked quietly.
"Peachy." He replied.
She cleared her throat. "Then- uhh- we better get going." she said in a nervous rush, putting away from him.
"Right." He said, evenly.
*What's wrong with you Syd?*she asked herself you the tenth time tonight.
She took a breath and helped him into the back seat, letting him lie across it and rest his leg. She made her way round the car and into the driver's seat.
"Nice car." She said giving it another once over.
"Quite lovely, I know. You should know I always go for the best." He replied almost intimately. Sydney looked in the review mirror and met his piercing gaze. He said it in such a way that Sydney was sure he was talking about something else... *Like me*, she thought, wondering what was coming over her.
"We're going to the hotel for the night, then we'll find out what the Hell happened back there." She said evenly.
"Whatever you say, Ms. Bristow. Whatever you say." He mumbled, resting his head along the window.
*****
The car ride- though relatively short in distance seemed to take forever. Every now and then she would look into the review mirror to see how he was doing, it was then that's she'd be assaulted with Sark's bright blue eyes.
And boy did she love those eyes. So blue. So vast. So deep. They pulled her in...they were the eyes of an angel, both sad and serene- but they were also the eyes of a killer- ruthless and cold. The contradiction perplexed her, made her wonder about him even more.
He smiled and she quickly look away, a trace of a blush creeping out her cheeks. She was caught, she hated being caught.
"Are you ok still? You lost quite a bit of blood." She asked again, not bothering to stop at the red right. There was no one there.
"I'll live." He replied. She didn't doubt that, she knew he suffered worse wounds then this...but still. She was worried.
"Oh!" She said with a touch of excitement. "I got you something. I totally forgot."
"Really?" Curiosity filling him.
She reached down to the seat next to her, still keeping an eye of the road. Seconds later she produced a brown paper bag. She handed it to him. "Here you go."
He took it, meeting her amused gaze. *What an interesting development.*
"Go on, open it." She said.
He did, slowly unwrapping the creased top, and looked in and smiled.
"I think I've found my soul mate." He said. He lifted the wine bottle from the bag and read the label: Chateau Petuse: '82. *My soul mate indeed.* "Where did you get this?" He asked amazed.
She flashed him a smile. "A girl never reveals her sources."
"How did you know?" He asked.
"It's the only thing you drink, Julian." She paused. "How would I not?"
He remained silent, smiling in content.
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Ok, so there it is! Part 2! Does everyone like it? I hope it doesn't disappoint! I had some writer's block last night but I got through it, and wrote this. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated! Thanks!
~LiquidThalassa~