Title: Escape
Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Notes: Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more. : Be impressed, be very impressed, I hope you like it and keep reading and reviewing cause that's why I'm writing so much so fast!
Author: Aeria, Doona, Aeryn depending.
Chapter Seven
I wait for something to happen and after several minutes, during which Sark's face falls a little, the woman reappears, four plates balanced up and down her arms, she grins at Sark who lightens up as she places the plates in front of us, on top of the blueprints, before leaving, promising to be right back. I grin, seeing that Sark has thought of his stomach once again, and look a t my wrist, checking the time and seeing we have no reason to leave just yet.
"Thought we could use a bite to eat," Jack glares at him but I can see he's hungry having not eaten in a long while, he lets his eyes sweep over the large plates and taking in the pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, potatoes and the array of shellfish typical of this part of the world. I know perfectly well that it was Sark's own want for food that brought this on but still, I can appreciate it, feeling quite hungry myself.
The woman returns and places another plate of toast on the table along with three empty plates and three glasses, again she disappears and Sark raises his eyebrows, smiling at me and directing my attention back to Jack who's eyes are still lying on the pancakes, not surprising considering they were his favourite when we were married, not that he ever told anyone.
Grabbing cutlery form a table near by, Sark sits back down just as the woman returns for the last time, leaving a jug of milk, a jug of orange juice and what appears to be a pot of coffee on the wooden table top. "Well," I comment once she's out of ear shot, knowing Sark wants me to thank him and will refuse to touch the food until I do. "You've done quite well for us, thank you." He grins and I lean over to grab a plate.
Ten minutes later we're eating in silence, my own dish has the remainders of bacon and fruit all over it, my glass empty of coffee and I go to poor another one, my third, sliding my eyes over to where Jack is still, quietly and carefully eating his own pancakes. He's looking down, thinking hard, probably about this entire fiasco and I leave him alone, getting myself another coffee and spooning sugar into it.
Sark has, as usual, eaten the most, trying a little of everything and more of the things he liked: the eggs and the shellfish. He grins at me, humour playing on his face and I furrow my brow, asking him what he thinks is funny with my eyes. I see Jack's head snap up as he somehow detects the conversation even though I'm sure it was silent. Sark just grins, knowing full well Jack is watching and grabs my chin from across the table.
For a moment I think he's going to try to kiss me and I hear him chuckle as the thought passes over my face, the horror must of shown. Carefully he brings a white cotton napkin up from his lap and wipes what I figure if fruit from the corner of my mouth. I grin at him, lifting my hand to where he wiped, not slightly interested, but amused that I should be so careless. Then I see Jack staring at me intently, not scrutinising, and not glaring, just staring at me. And not at my eyes, but where Sark's hand was and I have to laugh.
He looks up and his face returns to a glare as I expected. Suddenly overwhelmed by the hostility he's showing, I have to comment, in my usual calm and slow voice, "Jack, I'm telling you, relax." He just glares harder at me and I continue, my words closer together as I feel madness brewing, "I mean it, neither me nor Sark has done anything to upset you, neither of us has shown any kind of hostility," I see Sark open his mouth and predict the smart remark, throwing him a look before continuing, "I'm here to save Sydney and Agent Vaughn and if you don't want me here, tell me now and I will go and I will get on a plane and when you get back to LA, I'll be there. Waiting for you, in my cell." He's not glaring anymore, just looking at my unconvinced.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Sark's brow furrow as he sees something I don't, but I ignore him, still pushing, "I mean, honestly, what more do you want?"
He relents, I see it, he's always wanted to trust me, he's just been looking for an excuse and as I watch him I can see him going over the evidence for and against my apparent loyalty in his head, finally shrugging and looking down, silently relenting, but still glaring now at Sark, his face softening to indifference mixed with a few other things I can't name when he turns to me. I laugh, adding, "Now just because you've decided to be nice to me it doesn't mean you should go and glare at Sark the rest of the day."
He looks at me, slightly taken back, as he realises how well I know him. Still, he doesn't glare, just looking down and taking one more mouthful of pancake, before he pushes the plate away and nods, signalling he's done. I smile at him, softly, so as not to alarm and I here Sark sigh as he rolls his eyes. I turn and glare at him, Jack's voice taking me by surprise, his words really an offering for an alliance, "I don't think you should tell me not to glare at him and then just turn around and glare at him anyway."
I grin, unable to stop myself. Finally some progress. I anticipate Sark's sigh before he lets it out again and, looking at Jack, trying to have fun but nervous about the sudden change in the dynamic of the relationship, or lack of one, between us, I roll my eyes. Sark's voice interrupts me as I try to interpret a new emotion I can see creeping into Jack's eyes, "Okay, I'll meet you two out with the car."
I shake my head, teasing him and getting him back for his session of eye rolling and sighs, "You going to catch up with the waitress, " he glares and nods defiantly, the two actions contradicting each other, I smile and wave lightly, making my way out to the car.
Outside, it's heating up and the sun is shining brightly, I put the glasses back on and look at the Mercedes. As usual, Sark was stupid enough to leave its top open with the keys in the ignition; I believe that he thinks it excites me, that he's such a risk taker. I don't find it exciting, considering it's always my money he's leaving on the streets unprotected.
I look back to the café and see no sign of Sark, grinning, I turn to Jack, "You want to drive? Or shall I?"
Jack just looks at me for a minute, a little bemused and obviously feeling the same as me about our newfound alliance. "Sark is notorious for not letting anyone else drive his cars."
I smile at him, "First of all, it's my car," I see him look over the sleek black body with new found appreciation, "And if that were the case, perhaps he shouldn't leave the keys in the ignition." I point through the window and Jack looks at me, smiling a little and even if his eyes are still guarded, I consider it an improvement.
"You drive," he walks around to the passenger door, deciding, quite bravely, I think, to ride up front with me, "I don't think I'm ready to upset Sark."
I smile and open the door, slipping in onto the leather with as much grace as I can muster after such a large breakfast. Jack's just slipped in beside me, doing his seat belt up, obviously remembering how I drive, when Sark walks out the front door, the young woman's lips glued to his cheek and it's only when he shuts the door on her that she backs off. Turning, he straightens his shirt and his face falls when he find me sitting in the driver's seat, Jack beside me.
I wave at him, my face lighting up as he gets into the back seat, his face sullen and grumpy. I grin at him, manoeuvring the rear vision mirror so that I can see him for the rest of the trip, Jack just sits silently, still not sure of Sark. I start the engine and we're soon speeding through the city on our way to rescue Sydney and Agent Vaughn. Ten minutes from the building, I look at Sark and ask, "Anything else we should know?"
He's still grumpy, but I doubt it will last once we're getting some action. "In the glove box." He gives no more details and I wait for Jack to open it, not prepared to risk leaning over to do it myself. I watch as he does so, the peak hour traffic in the middle of the city not bothering me as I swerve around a yellow jeep that I believe to be travelling too slowly. Jack rummages around for a while and ends up pulling out a mahogany jewellery box.
Sark grins from the back and I can't guess what he's up to this time. Jack throws a quick glance my way to see if I know what's inside, seeing that I have as much idea as he does, he opens it and pulls out a thin silver chain, too long for my neck. Eyeing Sark, I ask, somewhat hesitantly, "What is it?"
He smiles, sneakily, "It goes around your stomach, like a belt." I glare at him, having known that already.
"Yes, good and why am I going to put it on?" Jack watches us with interest and a little jealousy, I think.
"Oh, well, I thought it would suit you," I move my head to a tilt and the unspoken threat causes him to hastely expand, his voice losing some of the British, "And each link is full of C4." I smile, taking the chain from Jack and marvelling at how small the links are.
A little stunned, Jack asks the question I've been thinking, "How does it work?"
Happy to know something that Jack doesn't Sark, leans forward and answers, quite impressed with himself, "Tie it in a knot and the bundle will break off automatically, it's on a ten second fuse so when you throw it, run, quickly. The link will only give you about eight knots," he continues, looking at me before letting his eyes slide to Jack in assessment, "Which is your fault as any bigger and it wouldn't sit on your slim and, might I add, perfect figure."
I scoff, turning around and hitting him with the hand that isn't holing the chain, leaving the wheel to itself or Jack, depending on how brave he is. Sark just cracks up, his eyes still looking past me and at Jack, his face serious as he thinks through the laughter. I slap at him again, missing and feeling inadequate for some strange reason. Turning back, I slide down the chair and feel a strong arm grazing my stomach. Looking I see that Jack did take the wheel and that his arm is right now pressed against the exposed flesh of my abdomen as the shirt slides up while my body slides down.
I hear a gasp and a second later I realise it was from my lips. A moment later, but still moments later than it needed to be, Jack's arm recoils into his lap, and he stares straight ahead as I grip the wheel and split my concentration between him, Sark and going down the maze of back roads that will take us to the factory. Sark's just smirking at his own lap, refusing to meet my eyes in the mirror and I notice that the corner of Jack's mouth is upturned. Only a millimetre, but it makes me think.
Turning another left, I pull the car up out the front of the factory and look at them both. Manipulating my body, I get the chain around my waist and quickly check that there is no way it can knot without me knowing. Getting out, I reorganise the head scarf and leave the sunglasses on, hoping they'll conceal my true identity from anyone who knows me and knows I shouldn't be there. Taking a breath, I start to walk, flipping into my usual character like a second skin.
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Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Notes: Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more. : Be impressed, be very impressed, I hope you like it and keep reading and reviewing cause that's why I'm writing so much so fast!
Author: Aeria, Doona, Aeryn depending.
Chapter Seven
I wait for something to happen and after several minutes, during which Sark's face falls a little, the woman reappears, four plates balanced up and down her arms, she grins at Sark who lightens up as she places the plates in front of us, on top of the blueprints, before leaving, promising to be right back. I grin, seeing that Sark has thought of his stomach once again, and look a t my wrist, checking the time and seeing we have no reason to leave just yet.
"Thought we could use a bite to eat," Jack glares at him but I can see he's hungry having not eaten in a long while, he lets his eyes sweep over the large plates and taking in the pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, potatoes and the array of shellfish typical of this part of the world. I know perfectly well that it was Sark's own want for food that brought this on but still, I can appreciate it, feeling quite hungry myself.
The woman returns and places another plate of toast on the table along with three empty plates and three glasses, again she disappears and Sark raises his eyebrows, smiling at me and directing my attention back to Jack who's eyes are still lying on the pancakes, not surprising considering they were his favourite when we were married, not that he ever told anyone.
Grabbing cutlery form a table near by, Sark sits back down just as the woman returns for the last time, leaving a jug of milk, a jug of orange juice and what appears to be a pot of coffee on the wooden table top. "Well," I comment once she's out of ear shot, knowing Sark wants me to thank him and will refuse to touch the food until I do. "You've done quite well for us, thank you." He grins and I lean over to grab a plate.
Ten minutes later we're eating in silence, my own dish has the remainders of bacon and fruit all over it, my glass empty of coffee and I go to poor another one, my third, sliding my eyes over to where Jack is still, quietly and carefully eating his own pancakes. He's looking down, thinking hard, probably about this entire fiasco and I leave him alone, getting myself another coffee and spooning sugar into it.
Sark has, as usual, eaten the most, trying a little of everything and more of the things he liked: the eggs and the shellfish. He grins at me, humour playing on his face and I furrow my brow, asking him what he thinks is funny with my eyes. I see Jack's head snap up as he somehow detects the conversation even though I'm sure it was silent. Sark just grins, knowing full well Jack is watching and grabs my chin from across the table.
For a moment I think he's going to try to kiss me and I hear him chuckle as the thought passes over my face, the horror must of shown. Carefully he brings a white cotton napkin up from his lap and wipes what I figure if fruit from the corner of my mouth. I grin at him, lifting my hand to where he wiped, not slightly interested, but amused that I should be so careless. Then I see Jack staring at me intently, not scrutinising, and not glaring, just staring at me. And not at my eyes, but where Sark's hand was and I have to laugh.
He looks up and his face returns to a glare as I expected. Suddenly overwhelmed by the hostility he's showing, I have to comment, in my usual calm and slow voice, "Jack, I'm telling you, relax." He just glares harder at me and I continue, my words closer together as I feel madness brewing, "I mean it, neither me nor Sark has done anything to upset you, neither of us has shown any kind of hostility," I see Sark open his mouth and predict the smart remark, throwing him a look before continuing, "I'm here to save Sydney and Agent Vaughn and if you don't want me here, tell me now and I will go and I will get on a plane and when you get back to LA, I'll be there. Waiting for you, in my cell." He's not glaring anymore, just looking at my unconvinced.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Sark's brow furrow as he sees something I don't, but I ignore him, still pushing, "I mean, honestly, what more do you want?"
He relents, I see it, he's always wanted to trust me, he's just been looking for an excuse and as I watch him I can see him going over the evidence for and against my apparent loyalty in his head, finally shrugging and looking down, silently relenting, but still glaring now at Sark, his face softening to indifference mixed with a few other things I can't name when he turns to me. I laugh, adding, "Now just because you've decided to be nice to me it doesn't mean you should go and glare at Sark the rest of the day."
He looks at me, slightly taken back, as he realises how well I know him. Still, he doesn't glare, just looking down and taking one more mouthful of pancake, before he pushes the plate away and nods, signalling he's done. I smile at him, softly, so as not to alarm and I here Sark sigh as he rolls his eyes. I turn and glare at him, Jack's voice taking me by surprise, his words really an offering for an alliance, "I don't think you should tell me not to glare at him and then just turn around and glare at him anyway."
I grin, unable to stop myself. Finally some progress. I anticipate Sark's sigh before he lets it out again and, looking at Jack, trying to have fun but nervous about the sudden change in the dynamic of the relationship, or lack of one, between us, I roll my eyes. Sark's voice interrupts me as I try to interpret a new emotion I can see creeping into Jack's eyes, "Okay, I'll meet you two out with the car."
I shake my head, teasing him and getting him back for his session of eye rolling and sighs, "You going to catch up with the waitress, " he glares and nods defiantly, the two actions contradicting each other, I smile and wave lightly, making my way out to the car.
Outside, it's heating up and the sun is shining brightly, I put the glasses back on and look at the Mercedes. As usual, Sark was stupid enough to leave its top open with the keys in the ignition; I believe that he thinks it excites me, that he's such a risk taker. I don't find it exciting, considering it's always my money he's leaving on the streets unprotected.
I look back to the café and see no sign of Sark, grinning, I turn to Jack, "You want to drive? Or shall I?"
Jack just looks at me for a minute, a little bemused and obviously feeling the same as me about our newfound alliance. "Sark is notorious for not letting anyone else drive his cars."
I smile at him, "First of all, it's my car," I see him look over the sleek black body with new found appreciation, "And if that were the case, perhaps he shouldn't leave the keys in the ignition." I point through the window and Jack looks at me, smiling a little and even if his eyes are still guarded, I consider it an improvement.
"You drive," he walks around to the passenger door, deciding, quite bravely, I think, to ride up front with me, "I don't think I'm ready to upset Sark."
I smile and open the door, slipping in onto the leather with as much grace as I can muster after such a large breakfast. Jack's just slipped in beside me, doing his seat belt up, obviously remembering how I drive, when Sark walks out the front door, the young woman's lips glued to his cheek and it's only when he shuts the door on her that she backs off. Turning, he straightens his shirt and his face falls when he find me sitting in the driver's seat, Jack beside me.
I wave at him, my face lighting up as he gets into the back seat, his face sullen and grumpy. I grin at him, manoeuvring the rear vision mirror so that I can see him for the rest of the trip, Jack just sits silently, still not sure of Sark. I start the engine and we're soon speeding through the city on our way to rescue Sydney and Agent Vaughn. Ten minutes from the building, I look at Sark and ask, "Anything else we should know?"
He's still grumpy, but I doubt it will last once we're getting some action. "In the glove box." He gives no more details and I wait for Jack to open it, not prepared to risk leaning over to do it myself. I watch as he does so, the peak hour traffic in the middle of the city not bothering me as I swerve around a yellow jeep that I believe to be travelling too slowly. Jack rummages around for a while and ends up pulling out a mahogany jewellery box.
Sark grins from the back and I can't guess what he's up to this time. Jack throws a quick glance my way to see if I know what's inside, seeing that I have as much idea as he does, he opens it and pulls out a thin silver chain, too long for my neck. Eyeing Sark, I ask, somewhat hesitantly, "What is it?"
He smiles, sneakily, "It goes around your stomach, like a belt." I glare at him, having known that already.
"Yes, good and why am I going to put it on?" Jack watches us with interest and a little jealousy, I think.
"Oh, well, I thought it would suit you," I move my head to a tilt and the unspoken threat causes him to hastely expand, his voice losing some of the British, "And each link is full of C4." I smile, taking the chain from Jack and marvelling at how small the links are.
A little stunned, Jack asks the question I've been thinking, "How does it work?"
Happy to know something that Jack doesn't Sark, leans forward and answers, quite impressed with himself, "Tie it in a knot and the bundle will break off automatically, it's on a ten second fuse so when you throw it, run, quickly. The link will only give you about eight knots," he continues, looking at me before letting his eyes slide to Jack in assessment, "Which is your fault as any bigger and it wouldn't sit on your slim and, might I add, perfect figure."
I scoff, turning around and hitting him with the hand that isn't holing the chain, leaving the wheel to itself or Jack, depending on how brave he is. Sark just cracks up, his eyes still looking past me and at Jack, his face serious as he thinks through the laughter. I slap at him again, missing and feeling inadequate for some strange reason. Turning back, I slide down the chair and feel a strong arm grazing my stomach. Looking I see that Jack did take the wheel and that his arm is right now pressed against the exposed flesh of my abdomen as the shirt slides up while my body slides down.
I hear a gasp and a second later I realise it was from my lips. A moment later, but still moments later than it needed to be, Jack's arm recoils into his lap, and he stares straight ahead as I grip the wheel and split my concentration between him, Sark and going down the maze of back roads that will take us to the factory. Sark's just smirking at his own lap, refusing to meet my eyes in the mirror and I notice that the corner of Jack's mouth is upturned. Only a millimetre, but it makes me think.
Turning another left, I pull the car up out the front of the factory and look at them both. Manipulating my body, I get the chain around my waist and quickly check that there is no way it can knot without me knowing. Getting out, I reorganise the head scarf and leave the sunglasses on, hoping they'll conceal my true identity from anyone who knows me and knows I shouldn't be there. Taking a breath, I start to walk, flipping into my usual character like a second skin.
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