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Sorry, off topic.
Hope you will continue to read my story, and not get annoyed at these outrageously long a/n's that seem to happen at the beginning and end of every story. Everyone seems to like the personality I gave to Cole, so I will keep him in, but only for 1 or 2 more chapters, he'll leave after the first mission, just because I can't figure out to get him out before then.
I won't have much on what Vaughn is feeling, because I DON"T CARE!!!
Mpkfnofjkd (struggle ova da laptop, doctors trying to calm this Crazy Aussie down.)
Ahhhh. Nice Meds.
Any who, on to the story.
CHAPTER TWO – THE BEDROOM OF A HOTEL IN GERMANY
"When I requested you for my handler I didn't know you meant it literally, but I can't say I am at all uncomfortable with this situation." Says Sark to Sydney, who (Sark) is currently shirtless. Sydney looks up, glares, and goes back to what she is doing.
"You know, you want to be careful with that. We wouldn't want Sark-y here to get hurt now would we" says Cole, who has just finished putting his shirt back on.
"No, we wouldn't want that." Sydney mutters, careful to inject the tracker on the right place on Sark's chest so that it goes in deep enough, but doesn't hurt him.
"Oh, Agent Bristow, I didn't know you cared. I am deeply touched." Says Sark seriously.
"Well, I do care if I'm killed because I hurt you implanting the tracker, and you will be 'deeply touched' for a while, because that tracker isn't coming out." Sydney says, while cleaning up the equipment. "And you can put your shirt on now. I doubt Cole is interested, but if he is, I sure as hell don't want to know."
"I love you!!" exclaims Cole. "You can just get him every single time." He turns to Sark. "She's your equal mate, she's a keeper."
"Yes, well" says Sark, putting on his shirt (a/n: no!!! keep it off!!!) The three were in the bedroom of a hotel room in Germany to complete a simple smash-and-grab op, done only as a test. Simple, except for one big problem, which caused many arguments. Sydney was ALONE with Sark and Cole, as part of their agreement. No one had liked that idea, especially not Vaughn.
Flashback "Great Idea Dixon", he had yelled. "Let's just send of Syd with a smoking gun in their hands." "She will stay safe, Agent Vaughn, I promise you that. No one wants to keep her safe more than I do, but this is the only way they will agree to the op." Dixon had tried to explain it calmly, but Vaughn wasn't listening. "Since when do we listen to what terrorists want?" Vaughn answered back. "We are in the room, you know." Said Sark, who was watching everything with a watchful eye, as was Cole.
"Hey, Hey!!" Sydney was trying to get their attention, but definitely failing. Cole noticed this and moved to stand beside her. Syd looked up at him questioningly. Cole just smiled, and whistled VERY loudly. (A/n: with fingers in the mouth, that kind.) Everyone looked at him, and he looked at Sydney. She smiled up at him, and looked back at the surprised crowd.
"Can I have a say in this?" she asked, and Dixon nodded. She took a deep breathe, knowing Vaughn, and most probably her father would hate her for this. She knew Weiss would support her. "I'll be fine on my own, I can handle them." End Flashback
No one had liked that idea, but Sydney had won out in the end. She always won when it came to what Cole had referred to as 'Her Guys'. And now Sark and Cole were 'her guys'. She sighed, and looked at them. Cole was in the kitchen, but Sark was studying her. He suddenly moved from the chair he was sitting on to the bed, where she was.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, his gaze questioning but, at the same time, understanding. "Like you care" Sydney replied, packing away the equipment. Sark grabbed her hands, and held them in his. "But I do," he said. "My life is in your hands".
She smiled. "Which, right now, are in your hands."
He frowned. Sydney noticed that frowning made him look older than his usual smirk, but he had no premature wrinkles. 'Unlike certain other people' she thought.
He sighed, his face softening, and Sydney looked up, into his eyes. He studied her for a moment longer, before letting go of her hands. "You don't know what to do about Vaughn, do you?" It was more of a statement than a question. He sighed again. "I realise that I am probably the last person to give you romantic advice..."
"That's for sure" she muttered.
"But," he frowned again. "You are a very smart woman, the smartest one I've ever met, save maybe for Irina." She was thankful that he didn't say 'Your Mother'. "You will make the right decision, as soon as you know what you want." He must have sensed that the moment was getting too personal, because he added something else. "Until then," he said, raising his eyebrows. "We could." He motioned towards the bed with his head.
Sydney couldn't stand it any more. She burst out giggling. Sark looked at her. "Are you laughing at me Agent Bristow?" he asked, his eyebrows practically receding into his hairline. Sydney noticed this, and giggled again.
"It's Sydney," she said. "And yes I am Mr. Sark." He looked offended, but then got an idea. "Okay," he said. "You'll pay for that." He picked her up, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?? Sark!!!" she started yelling as he plopped her onto the bed. He held her hands over her head with one hand, and tickled her with the other. She couldn't stop laughing.
"Geez guys get a room!!" said Cole, who had come in, wondering what was going on. Sydney looked up guiltily, but Sark looked at him thoughtfully, and simply stated "We are in one."
Cole looked around and nodded. "I need to change though, when you're done. I'll be back in an hour." He looked them over again. "Did I say an hour, I'll be back in 5 minutes." and started to leave.
This made Sark sit up. "I'm offended." "You would be" came Cole's reply.
By this time, Sydney had gotten up off the bed, and was making her way to the bathroom. Sark looked at her and sighed. "Sydney" he started, but she stopped him. "Don't, I don't want to hear it. I don't know what kind of game you're playing but, for the record, I don't trust you Sark."
Sark looked at her again and walked over to where she was standing. 'He is WAY too close' thought Sydney, who wouldn't look at him, but found averting her gaze downwards didn't help either, and her breathing was hitched. She looked up at him, and found him smirking at her reaction to their close proximity. This brought her back, but she was totally unprepared for what happened next.
"It's Julian." He stated simply, turned, and left the bedroom, heading for the lounge. Sydney let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding.
In the kitchen McKenas Cole was smiling to himself. 'I am the man' he thought. 'And it's about time, too. They could use each other for what's to come.'
Da end.
Just kidding, it's only da end of chapter 2
I want people's opinions, I have two separate storylines. One where there is Rambaldi, one where there isn't. Please tell me which one you would rather read. The Non-Rambaldi is probably more original.
Thanks
Andrea
Sorry, off topic.
Hope you will continue to read my story, and not get annoyed at these outrageously long a/n's that seem to happen at the beginning and end of every story. Everyone seems to like the personality I gave to Cole, so I will keep him in, but only for 1 or 2 more chapters, he'll leave after the first mission, just because I can't figure out to get him out before then.
I won't have much on what Vaughn is feeling, because I DON"T CARE!!!
Mpkfnofjkd (struggle ova da laptop, doctors trying to calm this Crazy Aussie down.)
Ahhhh. Nice Meds.
Any who, on to the story.
CHAPTER TWO – THE BEDROOM OF A HOTEL IN GERMANY
"When I requested you for my handler I didn't know you meant it literally, but I can't say I am at all uncomfortable with this situation." Says Sark to Sydney, who (Sark) is currently shirtless. Sydney looks up, glares, and goes back to what she is doing.
"You know, you want to be careful with that. We wouldn't want Sark-y here to get hurt now would we" says Cole, who has just finished putting his shirt back on.
"No, we wouldn't want that." Sydney mutters, careful to inject the tracker on the right place on Sark's chest so that it goes in deep enough, but doesn't hurt him.
"Oh, Agent Bristow, I didn't know you cared. I am deeply touched." Says Sark seriously.
"Well, I do care if I'm killed because I hurt you implanting the tracker, and you will be 'deeply touched' for a while, because that tracker isn't coming out." Sydney says, while cleaning up the equipment. "And you can put your shirt on now. I doubt Cole is interested, but if he is, I sure as hell don't want to know."
"I love you!!" exclaims Cole. "You can just get him every single time." He turns to Sark. "She's your equal mate, she's a keeper."
"Yes, well" says Sark, putting on his shirt (a/n: no!!! keep it off!!!) The three were in the bedroom of a hotel room in Germany to complete a simple smash-and-grab op, done only as a test. Simple, except for one big problem, which caused many arguments. Sydney was ALONE with Sark and Cole, as part of their agreement. No one had liked that idea, especially not Vaughn.
Flashback "Great Idea Dixon", he had yelled. "Let's just send of Syd with a smoking gun in their hands." "She will stay safe, Agent Vaughn, I promise you that. No one wants to keep her safe more than I do, but this is the only way they will agree to the op." Dixon had tried to explain it calmly, but Vaughn wasn't listening. "Since when do we listen to what terrorists want?" Vaughn answered back. "We are in the room, you know." Said Sark, who was watching everything with a watchful eye, as was Cole.
"Hey, Hey!!" Sydney was trying to get their attention, but definitely failing. Cole noticed this and moved to stand beside her. Syd looked up at him questioningly. Cole just smiled, and whistled VERY loudly. (A/n: with fingers in the mouth, that kind.) Everyone looked at him, and he looked at Sydney. She smiled up at him, and looked back at the surprised crowd.
"Can I have a say in this?" she asked, and Dixon nodded. She took a deep breathe, knowing Vaughn, and most probably her father would hate her for this. She knew Weiss would support her. "I'll be fine on my own, I can handle them." End Flashback
No one had liked that idea, but Sydney had won out in the end. She always won when it came to what Cole had referred to as 'Her Guys'. And now Sark and Cole were 'her guys'. She sighed, and looked at them. Cole was in the kitchen, but Sark was studying her. He suddenly moved from the chair he was sitting on to the bed, where she was.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, his gaze questioning but, at the same time, understanding. "Like you care" Sydney replied, packing away the equipment. Sark grabbed her hands, and held them in his. "But I do," he said. "My life is in your hands".
She smiled. "Which, right now, are in your hands."
He frowned. Sydney noticed that frowning made him look older than his usual smirk, but he had no premature wrinkles. 'Unlike certain other people' she thought.
He sighed, his face softening, and Sydney looked up, into his eyes. He studied her for a moment longer, before letting go of her hands. "You don't know what to do about Vaughn, do you?" It was more of a statement than a question. He sighed again. "I realise that I am probably the last person to give you romantic advice..."
"That's for sure" she muttered.
"But," he frowned again. "You are a very smart woman, the smartest one I've ever met, save maybe for Irina." She was thankful that he didn't say 'Your Mother'. "You will make the right decision, as soon as you know what you want." He must have sensed that the moment was getting too personal, because he added something else. "Until then," he said, raising his eyebrows. "We could." He motioned towards the bed with his head.
Sydney couldn't stand it any more. She burst out giggling. Sark looked at her. "Are you laughing at me Agent Bristow?" he asked, his eyebrows practically receding into his hairline. Sydney noticed this, and giggled again.
"It's Sydney," she said. "And yes I am Mr. Sark." He looked offended, but then got an idea. "Okay," he said. "You'll pay for that." He picked her up, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?? Sark!!!" she started yelling as he plopped her onto the bed. He held her hands over her head with one hand, and tickled her with the other. She couldn't stop laughing.
"Geez guys get a room!!" said Cole, who had come in, wondering what was going on. Sydney looked up guiltily, but Sark looked at him thoughtfully, and simply stated "We are in one."
Cole looked around and nodded. "I need to change though, when you're done. I'll be back in an hour." He looked them over again. "Did I say an hour, I'll be back in 5 minutes." and started to leave.
This made Sark sit up. "I'm offended." "You would be" came Cole's reply.
By this time, Sydney had gotten up off the bed, and was making her way to the bathroom. Sark looked at her and sighed. "Sydney" he started, but she stopped him. "Don't, I don't want to hear it. I don't know what kind of game you're playing but, for the record, I don't trust you Sark."
Sark looked at her again and walked over to where she was standing. 'He is WAY too close' thought Sydney, who wouldn't look at him, but found averting her gaze downwards didn't help either, and her breathing was hitched. She looked up at him, and found him smirking at her reaction to their close proximity. This brought her back, but she was totally unprepared for what happened next.
"It's Julian." He stated simply, turned, and left the bedroom, heading for the lounge. Sydney let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding.
In the kitchen McKenas Cole was smiling to himself. 'I am the man' he thought. 'And it's about time, too. They could use each other for what's to come.'
Da end.
Just kidding, it's only da end of chapter 2
I want people's opinions, I have two separate storylines. One where there is Rambaldi, one where there isn't. Please tell me which one you would rather read. The Non-Rambaldi is probably more original.
Thanks
Andrea