Hello yawl, how r ya?
The next updated will be coming further apart, coz I got school. I was sick last week when I started to write it, and today I had 3 tests!!
Sorry this chapter is SO short, like mega-short, but I started my other fic today, one that changes the infamous line "You're cute, but I'll pass." to "You're cute. But I can't trust you", where she works with him. I'm not sure whether that's as good.
Anyway, onto the story. *************************************************************************** CHAPTER FIVE- IF YOU HURT HER, I'LL KILL YOU
First thing the next day a meeting was held about the intruder. Cameras were set up around the outside of Sark's apartment, capturing exactly who entered. 'Great' thought Syd. 'It's a man, wearing black, looking for stuff. Amazing, I never would have guessed.'
"It seems that this man was not looking for anything in particular, rather searching until you came back." Dixon was explaining. 'Damn' thought Sydney. 'I should really pay attention; after all, I was there. But, I had other things on my mind. Like a half naked Sa- Julian.'
"It seems that the two of you arriving surprised the intruder, and Sydney, your appearance stopped him from whatever he was going to do. Currently, a team from the NSC are looking into it. That's all."
Everyone got up to go, but Weiss asked to speak to Sark alone. Sark waited for everyone else to leave, knowing what it was about.
When everyone had left Weiss pulled out a bug killer, and motioned for Sark to sit, which he did. Weiss leaned in closer to Sark. "Now you listen to me," Weiss said, in a low voice, which was very unlike him. "If you hurt Sydney, ever, then I will hunt you down and kill you like the dog you are." He leant back.
Sark thought for a moment before nodding. "Although I don't actually believe that you would, or could, do anything to me, I appreciate that you are looking out for Sydney, and her best interests."
Weiss looked surprised. "Also," Sark continued. "From what Sydney told me, I expected a more original one from you, Agent Weiss." Weiss looks at him, confused. "The threat." Sark clarified. "I expected one from you, but a more original one. So far, Cole made the most interesting one."
"Really?" Asked Weiss. "What was it?"
Sark smirked at the thought. "He said" starts Sark. "'I like for things to be connected, like you and Sydney. I have acid. You have balls. If you ever hurt her, I will feel the need to connect the two."
"Ouch" said Weiss. He thought for a moment before saying "Give me to the end of the day. I'll come up with something more appropriate for a terrorist." At Sark's look he holds up his hands. "Reformed terrorist." He states, and walks away.
Sark just smirks at his retreating back as Vaughn comes up behind him, turns him around, and grabs his shirt. "Listen to me you little bastard." Vaughn says in a low, cold voice. "You stay away from Sydney if you don't want to die a horrible and painful death." Sark thinks.
"Slightly more original that Agent Weiss', with a better delivery." He pauses. "I give it a 7." Vaughn doesn't respond, just throws him away.
"Stay away from Sydney if you know what's good for you." He said.
"May I remind you, Agent Vaughn, that you were the one that got over Sydney." Sark said in his mocking voice. "You no longer have any claim over her, you were married, and you can't blame Sydney for finding someone better." He smirked.
"What, you think that jus because we were apart you own her now?" Vaughn asked, with an incredulous look on his face.
This comment made Sark mad. "Agent Vaughn," he said in an icy tone that shook Vaughn to his core. "Sydney belongs to no one, no me, and least on all you." He looked Vaughn straight in the eye. "What you don't seem to realise, is that Sydney is her own person, who doesn't always need to be protected from everything like you want her to do. She doesn't need me to look out for her all the time, she can look out for herself, and I respect that. She is free to make her own decisions, and as hard as you think I forced her, she chose me on her own."
Vaughn took a step forward. "You must be crazy if you think that she would ever even come NEAR you."
"I would rather let Sydney decide, wouldn't you." Sark replied, smirking. "Or, maybe you wouldn't, being afraid for who Sydney will chose." Sark laughed cruelly, and left the room.
Vaughn new what he needed to do, and whipped out his cell phone. "Eric may be stupid enough to allow this," he said to himself, waiting for the number to connect. "But I'm not. I know how to put a stop to all this." The person on the other end picked up. "Yes, you have the photographs you took from last night?"
"The one's from the break-in at Sark's" asked the voice.
"Yes" agreed Vaughn. "Make copies, and send one lot to Jack Bristow and another to Irina Derevko, at the addresses I gave you." He hung up the phone, waiting for his orders to be met.
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So, that's it. Hoped u liked it. Sorry it was so short, but like I said, I'm working on another story.
Andrea
The next updated will be coming further apart, coz I got school. I was sick last week when I started to write it, and today I had 3 tests!!
Sorry this chapter is SO short, like mega-short, but I started my other fic today, one that changes the infamous line "You're cute, but I'll pass." to "You're cute. But I can't trust you", where she works with him. I'm not sure whether that's as good.
Anyway, onto the story. *************************************************************************** CHAPTER FIVE- IF YOU HURT HER, I'LL KILL YOU
First thing the next day a meeting was held about the intruder. Cameras were set up around the outside of Sark's apartment, capturing exactly who entered. 'Great' thought Syd. 'It's a man, wearing black, looking for stuff. Amazing, I never would have guessed.'
"It seems that this man was not looking for anything in particular, rather searching until you came back." Dixon was explaining. 'Damn' thought Sydney. 'I should really pay attention; after all, I was there. But, I had other things on my mind. Like a half naked Sa- Julian.'
"It seems that the two of you arriving surprised the intruder, and Sydney, your appearance stopped him from whatever he was going to do. Currently, a team from the NSC are looking into it. That's all."
Everyone got up to go, but Weiss asked to speak to Sark alone. Sark waited for everyone else to leave, knowing what it was about.
When everyone had left Weiss pulled out a bug killer, and motioned for Sark to sit, which he did. Weiss leaned in closer to Sark. "Now you listen to me," Weiss said, in a low voice, which was very unlike him. "If you hurt Sydney, ever, then I will hunt you down and kill you like the dog you are." He leant back.
Sark thought for a moment before nodding. "Although I don't actually believe that you would, or could, do anything to me, I appreciate that you are looking out for Sydney, and her best interests."
Weiss looked surprised. "Also," Sark continued. "From what Sydney told me, I expected a more original one from you, Agent Weiss." Weiss looks at him, confused. "The threat." Sark clarified. "I expected one from you, but a more original one. So far, Cole made the most interesting one."
"Really?" Asked Weiss. "What was it?"
Sark smirked at the thought. "He said" starts Sark. "'I like for things to be connected, like you and Sydney. I have acid. You have balls. If you ever hurt her, I will feel the need to connect the two."
"Ouch" said Weiss. He thought for a moment before saying "Give me to the end of the day. I'll come up with something more appropriate for a terrorist." At Sark's look he holds up his hands. "Reformed terrorist." He states, and walks away.
Sark just smirks at his retreating back as Vaughn comes up behind him, turns him around, and grabs his shirt. "Listen to me you little bastard." Vaughn says in a low, cold voice. "You stay away from Sydney if you don't want to die a horrible and painful death." Sark thinks.
"Slightly more original that Agent Weiss', with a better delivery." He pauses. "I give it a 7." Vaughn doesn't respond, just throws him away.
"Stay away from Sydney if you know what's good for you." He said.
"May I remind you, Agent Vaughn, that you were the one that got over Sydney." Sark said in his mocking voice. "You no longer have any claim over her, you were married, and you can't blame Sydney for finding someone better." He smirked.
"What, you think that jus because we were apart you own her now?" Vaughn asked, with an incredulous look on his face.
This comment made Sark mad. "Agent Vaughn," he said in an icy tone that shook Vaughn to his core. "Sydney belongs to no one, no me, and least on all you." He looked Vaughn straight in the eye. "What you don't seem to realise, is that Sydney is her own person, who doesn't always need to be protected from everything like you want her to do. She doesn't need me to look out for her all the time, she can look out for herself, and I respect that. She is free to make her own decisions, and as hard as you think I forced her, she chose me on her own."
Vaughn took a step forward. "You must be crazy if you think that she would ever even come NEAR you."
"I would rather let Sydney decide, wouldn't you." Sark replied, smirking. "Or, maybe you wouldn't, being afraid for who Sydney will chose." Sark laughed cruelly, and left the room.
Vaughn new what he needed to do, and whipped out his cell phone. "Eric may be stupid enough to allow this," he said to himself, waiting for the number to connect. "But I'm not. I know how to put a stop to all this." The person on the other end picked up. "Yes, you have the photographs you took from last night?"
"The one's from the break-in at Sark's" asked the voice.
"Yes" agreed Vaughn. "Make copies, and send one lot to Jack Bristow and another to Irina Derevko, at the addresses I gave you." He hung up the phone, waiting for his orders to be met.
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So, that's it. Hoped u liked it. Sorry it was so short, but like I said, I'm working on another story.
Andrea