Title: A Case Of You
Author: S@nd
Feedback: sydneyvaughnmailbox@yahoo.fr
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.J, Bad Robot, ABC… blablabla (you know). OK, OK, I don't own anything.
Summary: Fed up with summaries, if you don't remember, read the story once again. And for those who forgot, we just stopped when Sark proposed Sydney!!!!
A/N: Hi, this is the 13th chapter, the longest so far. Sorry again, please do forgive me it took me so long to post it, but I was really busy, I got ill, and my beta too. Now you have it, at last so read. And don't forget to REVIEW! Thanks. S@nd.
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* CHAPTER 13 – HANDSOME MAN *
* - * Previously * - *
Sark looked cut to the quick. He walked to Sydney, stopped a few inches from her, looking at her straight in the eyes.
He then bended on one knee, and took a box out of his jacket pocket.
"Agent Bristow, would you marry me…?" he asked.
Sydney was struck dumb with astonishment. She couldn't believe her ears. 'What!? I must be dreaming?' she thought. Sark looked at her, with a huge smile.
Hello. Did you miss me?
I know I'm hard to resist
Sydney finally gathered her wits. "Are you kidding, Sark?! Is that a joke?"
He didn't answer and stared at her, looking serious. "I'm not."
"That's a bit thick! What…what's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I need you…"
If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't see me I don't exist"I need you to pretend you're my wife…but just for the weekend, not any longer!" he added.
Sydney sighed. She was wondering whether it was a trick or not. And she had no other choice but to accept.
"Ok, ok…". She paused. "But, if I do accept to be your…'wife', can I be sure you won't kill my partner?"
Sark smiled again. "You can't, but you'll have to trust me!"
It's hard to be humble
When you're so fucking big
Did you ever meet a sexier male chauvinist pig?
Sydney felt her blood boil. She couldn't stand still anymore. She just wanted to punch him. "Who do you think you are, Sark? I'll NEVER. TRUST. YOU!" she was about to say.
She took a deep breath. "Never, but I have no other choice but to do what you want me to do, right?"
"Exactly! So, I guess you're okay." He concluded. "Then, 'Mrs. Sark', if you're willing to follow me…" he added, waving her to head to the warehouse opposite them. "Oh, once again, do you have any luggage, dear?"
"My bag's in the trunk." she answered, coldly.
"I know I should trust my fiancée, but…we never can tell, I don't want you to try to kill me during the flight… Did you hide a gun, knife, or something?"
Sydney burst into laugh. "If I did, do you really think I'd tell you…?" she replied, cheekily.
"Of course not, but I would find it anyway, so we'd both save time if you do tell me now…" he said, grabbing the detector a guard was just handing him.
Sydney sighed again, and reluctantly took a gun out of the back of her pants. She gave it to him, looking at him straight in the eye, irritated. She then raised her arms. The detector didn't squeal.
"Ok, you're clear, so I think we can go, now!". Just as he was saying that, the doors of the warehouse opened, and Sydney could spot a jet waiting inside.
They walked to the plane, and stopped in front of the stairs.
"Ladies first!" Sark offered.
Sydney glanced at him, and walked past him to go on board.
She arrived in the cabin, and gazed around her. The jet looked comfortable. Two flutes and a bottle of Champagne were waiting for them on a table.
Sydney reached a seat and sat down, remaining silent. Sark walked over to her and sat across from her.
"Would you like some Champagne, darling?"
Sydney glared at him. "Stop it! I'm not your girlfriend, I agreed to pretend I'm your wife in public, not much! There's just no one here, so you don't need to talk to me that way, okay. So leave me alone!"
"But…you accepted the deal, Ms. Bristow, let's say you're a bit worried for your partner, or tired. You better get some rest until we arrive! The journey won't be long."
"Will you finally tell me where were supposed to go?"
"Don't you really have a clue?"
Sydney stood blankly.
"Las Vegas, of course!" he said, triumphantly.
"What!" Sydney stood up, her mouth open. 'I must be having nightmares' she thought. 'That can't be true, I can't believe I'm going to Las Vegas to get married with Sark, that's improbable!'
She then realized she was still standing when the pilot announced they were about to take off. She sat again, silent, and sighed. She had to resign herself to it. She closed her eyes, and heard the jet engines starting.
* - * - On a PlaNe - * - *
Vaughn was sitting behind a computer, next to an op tech.
"Can you locate her now?" he asked, looking worried.
"She might be on a plane too…They're moving quite fast, faster than any car…"
"Okay, okay, but where's is she exactly?" he asked, impatient.
"They're not far from Las Vegas…"
"Las Vegas! What the hell could Sark plan to do in Las Vegas!"
* - * - BacK iN SarK's jeT - * - *
'Oh, I don't know…!' Sydney said for herself, lost in her thoughts.
"Umm…" She suddenly heard someone coughing.
She slowly rubbed her eyes, and turned to face Sark, who was standing next to her.
"What?!" she asked defiantly, still looking angry.
She had spent the whole flight pretending she was sleeping, but she didn't sleep at all. She was listening to any noise, any of Sark's movements and she was thinking about a plan to get out of this as soon as possible. But she still hadn't found the solution as she still ignored what his plan was. And it was getting on her nerves.
"We'll land in Las Vegas in a minute or two, you better fasten your seat belt…"
She stretched herself, and looked away as she still didn't want to face him.
"Err…I have a question…" he told her.
"Ask!"
"May I call you 'Sydney'?" he shyly asked.
"How do you think you can call your girlfriend? She mocked. "That's my first name, after all" she added, reluctantly.
"Okay, Sydney…" he paused, a bit awkward. That sounded strange. "As soon as we arrive, we'll drive to the Paris Las Vegas Hotel…"
'The Paris Hotel!' she repeated for herself. She couldn't believe it. She was going to that place…with Sark! She looked at the ring Vaughn gave her a few hours before. 'If only you could be there with me' she thought, tears in her eyes. 'I so often wished we could have dinner together in such a place, and now I'm about to marry Sark, and spend the weekend here when the only one I'd like to be with is...you, Vaughn! Let's hope your plan is working, and that you can track me, I need you so much!'
She sighed.
The plane finally landed. Sark stood up, and grabbed a briefcase.
"Let's go down, Sydney!" he suggested.
Sydney stood up, headed to the door, and went down the stairs. A limousine was waiting for them, once again. A guard stepped out to open the door for Sydney.
She went in and sat on the comfortable seat. Sark sat next to her, slamming the door.
"Okay, now, here's the plan!"
'At last!' Sydney thought.
"What are you expecting me to do?" she asked, impatient.
"As I told you, I really need you…"
If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't see me I don't exist
"I pretty easily guessed!" Sydney interrupted.
"I need you to pretend you're my wife, as we're supposed to have just got married, and we're on our honeymoon." He continued.
Sydney just nodded, waiting for him to keep explaining.
"We need to have access to a suite, but not any suite, Suite Calais…"
"Okay, but why do you need me?" she asked, still puzzled.
"First, we have to be a 'just married' couple to have the chance to spend the evening in that suite, and second, I need your help to do something…"
Sydney looked even more puzzled. "But I'm sure you won't tell me now…"
"A man can keep secrets" he said, smiling. "Just be patient!"
The limo soon stopped in front of the hotel. A guard opened the door, and Sydney went out. She looked up, amazed and speechless. It was wonderful!
Sark broke her train of thoughts, as he offered her his arms. "Are you ready, Mrs. Spencer? I'm sorry, I almost forgot, my name's Jason Spencer." He added, smiling.
Sydney nodded. "Okay, what do you think about Serena? I love that first name." she asked, jokingly.
"Serena will do, here we go, Serena!"
They walked to the main entrance. Sydney couldn't believe she was there, she just had the feeling she was in France, but she was just in Las Vegas. She imagined she was with Vaughn, but she was just with Sark.
They arrived to the reception desk. The reception clerk looked up to them. Sark glanced at Sydney, and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Good afternoon, how can I help you?"
"I booked a suite, suite Calais. I'm Mr. Spencer, Jason Spencer…" Sark told her.
The woman grabbed the register and started reading. Sark gave Sydney a squeeze. She started frowning, glared at him, and then tried to smile.
"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Spencer, but we can't give you Suite Calais, one of our best patrons already booked it, it's not available anymore!"
Sark's blood was boiling. He had to change his plan, and he didn't like it.
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I really wanted you to enjoy that wonderful view…!" he told Sydney with a wink. She pretty easily understood the hint, and pretended to be utterly disappointed.
"Oh my God, you promised me the best weekend ever, you told me everything would be perfect…!" she whined.
"Would it be possible to have the suite next door, or on the upper floor?" Sark almost begged.
"Let me check!" the receptionist offered. She looked at the computer screen, her fingers drumming on the keyboard. She looked up with a shy smile. "The suite on the upper floor is available, does this suit you?"
"Is that ok for you, honey?" Sark asked Sydney.
"We'll take that one, then!" Sydney concluded with a sigh, still looking disappointed.
The woman smiled. "Right, how long will you stay, Sir?"
"We're here for the weekend…"
"Alright…" she replied, still typing. She started printing a page or two, and then handed Sark the electronic key. "Here you are, Sir. Please do apologize for the unpleasantness of the situation. Could you sign here?" she asked, giving him a pen and the printed document.
Sark signed, looking annoyed.
"Enjoy your stay in the Paris Las Vegas, and sorry again..."
Sark didn't answer and headed straight to the elevators. It wasn't supposed to turn that way, and the situation was getting complicated. Sydney walked next to him and stopped in front of the elevator. A couple came next to them, smiling.
Sark wrapped his arm around Sydney again, and stepped in with her as the door of elevator opened. She tried to give him a smile, and smiled to the couple. The elevator stopped and the couple went out. The door closed again.
"Hey, 'honey'…" Sydney started.
Sark just nodded, waiting for her to keep talking.
"Hands off now! We're alone now, honey, no need to play!" she coldly added.
Sark sighed, and stepped back.
Give in and love it
What's the point in hating me?
"Okay, you don't like the situation. I don't like it either. But let's try to make it the least unpleasant, okay?! I didn't expect things to turn like this, so I really need your cooperation, now! As soon as I get what I want, I promise to set you free, so let's try to work together, you okay?!" he almost shouted.
The elevator dinged. Sydney sighed. "Okay, the sooner, the better!"
And so saying, she went out. Sark took the electronic key out of his pocket and stopped in front of the door. He unlocked it and waved Sydney in. She walked a few steps, and stopped, standing still in the middle of the room. She had visited many different places so far, many hotel rooms, but that one was one of the most beautiful. There was a separate seating area with a couch, some chairs, and a coffee table on the right. She spotted a bar, equipped with a sink and a refrigerator. That looked so comfortable. She walked to the bathroom, built in marble. It was simply wonderful. Not to mention the fantastic and breathtaking view from the balcony.
She then headed to the bedroom, and stopped at the doorframe. There was something she had not thought about so far. Just a simple thing, but…so important though. The bed, there was only a king-size bed in the room, and she'd have to spend the night with Sark!
She swallowed hard. Sark arrived and walked past her, to sit behind the desk. He put his briefcase on the desk, opened it and grabbed something that looked like a plan.
He looked at it, looking annoyed, and stood like this for a few minutes, thinking.
Sydney sat on the bed, and stared at him.
"You suggested we better cooperate, so…" she finally said, breaking the silence.
He looked up at her. "What do you suggest?"
"We'd go faster if you do explain me what you wanted to do, so as we can find a solution to solve your problem…"
Sark sighed. "Okay, here was the plan…." He paused. "We were supposed to spend the weekend in that suite" he said, pointing at the plan. "But now, you and I perfectly know things turned out differently. That's why I asked the receptionist whether we could have a suite not far from that one…."
"One question!" Sydney interrupted. "Why the hell do you want that suite in particular, and none other? What's so special?"
"There's…something…hidden in that room, and I need you to help me to find it."
"And what is that…'something'? What am I supposed to look for?"
"Something, hidden under the wallpaper, a drawing, in fact. We'll need to use an X-Ray device to find it."
"What is it like?"
"You'll find out as soon as you have it in front of you!"
Sydney didn't like him being so mysterious, but she knew he wouldn't tell her everything. He didn't trust her enough to do it.
"Okay, so, we don't have the key to enter that suite, right? Then I think the best solution is to go down from our balcony to the other balcony with a cord, don't you think?"
"That's quite a good idea…"
"When would you like to do it?"
"Let's try to learn about the guests. I'm sure they'll probably go out and have fun tonight, so we'll probably have time after having dinner…"
"Dinner?" Sydney repeated, almost shocked. "With you?"
"Who else could I have dinner with? Are there any other people in this room? Who do you think I'm talking about? No one else but you!" he replied. "I must say I don't trust you enough to leave you alone. And I've heard so much about the wonderful restaurant in here I can't wait to see it…."
Sydney frowned. She didn't really want to have dinner with him, but she was starving, and it was a nice place, so it would be a great pity she had dinner in their suite and didn't visit the restaurant.
"Okay" she said, reluctantly.
"Right! Go and get ready, then!" he advised her.
Sydney nodded. "Okay, give me an half hour!" she replied, heading to the bathroom.
* - * -
The door opened. For a few seconds, Sark stood, his mouth open. Never had he imagined his 'fiancée' could look so beautiful! 'Just a simple dress, to go to the restaurant, but what a dress, and what a woman!' he thought.
"You…you look great!" he finally managed to say.
Sydney shyly smiled, nodding. "Thank you".
"Are you ready? Can we go and have dinner?" he asked, a bit awkward.
"I'm ready".
"Here we go, then" he concluded, opening the door. Sydney went out, and headed to the elevator, while Sark was locking the door. She pressed the button and stepped back to wait. Sark leaned against the wall, waiting.
The elevator dinged and the door opened. Sark waved Sydney to go in first. She stepped in quite reluctantly. 'If only I was here with you, Vaughn!' she murmured to herself, sighing. She then stopped, her mouth open. She just couldn't believe her eyes. Was she dreaming? Had her dream come true? She just couldn't believe he was there in front of her, looking at her straight in the eye, with his oh-so familiar green piercing eyes, and a shy smile on his face. Sark went in, and she turned, so as he couldn't notice how upset she was.
It couldn't be true, but it was. Vaughn was in Las Vegas, and just a few inches from her and from Sark! Here before her was standing…
The world's most handsome man…* END OF CHAPTER 13 *
TO BE CONTINUED…* - * Robbie Williams – HANDSOME MAN * - *
Hello. Did you miss me?
I know I'm hard to resist
Y'all can come and help me pick the sweetcorn out of this.
It's hard to be humble
When you're so fucking big
Did you ever meet a sexier male chauvinist pig?
I'm gonna milk it till I turn it into cheese
Tell your babes in arms and OAP's
Come take a piece of me
If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't see me I don't exist
It's nice to meet you
Now let me go and wash my hands
Cause you just met the world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man
Y'all know who I am
I'm still the boy next door
That's if you're Lord Litchfield and Roger Moore
If I've gone up in the world
Or is the world gone down on me
I'm the one who put the Brits in celebrity
Give in and love it
What's the point in hating me?
You can't argue with popularity
Well you could
But you'd be wrong
If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't need me I don't exist
You voted for me
Now let me see a show of hands
Keeping for your stands
Can you make me laugh and sign this autograph
Though it's not for me
Flip a grin, shake a thing, name a shame
Then I'm out of here
It's not very complicated
I'm just young and overrated
Please don't drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't see me I don't exist
It's nice to meet you
Now let me go and wash my hands
Keeping for your stands
Please don't drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't need me I don't exist
It's nice to meet you
Now let me go and wash my hands
Cause you just met the world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man
A/N: Hehe, I'm sure you want to know what will happen in the first confrontation between Vaughn and Sark… lol. I love those scenes with confrontations in elevators, like the one between Vaughn and Will in Season 2 …Ok, but I won't tell you about that one, sorry. Not now, you'll have to wait!
As always, please let me know what you think and REVIEW!
Thanks a lot for reading and suggesting, Kat. ;-)
And thanks again for your nice reviews. I'm glad I managed to surprise you. If you want to know about my plans for future chapters, hey, just review and I'll try to write faster!