Vaughn
Vaughn had gotten the call, the one he was always fearful of. Sydney had been compromised, her location and capturer unknown. It had come early in the morning from Dixon, telling both him and Lauren to come in early.
The debrief was terrifying they were informed of how they had found Sydney's car off of the highway with what they assumed to be a bullet hole through the back windshield. The car had been totaled, but Sydney was no where to be seen. The C.I.A. then became suspicious.
Vaughn could have sworn that Lauren was purposely acting as if she didn't care and it pissed him off to no end.
Beneath the anxious worry that tore at Vaughn was a deeper one, more of a tearing within his heart. If Sydney really was in trouble then he might lose her again and this time she would never know how he felt.
He had been such a jerk to her. Only now was that totally clear. He had blown it
Sark
Sark thought he heard a scream, and it sounded an awful lot like Sydney.
He didn't give it a second thought before he ran down towards her holding cell. He arrived to see the guard holding a tranq gun and staring down at Sydney now sprawled on the floor, out of all set restraints.
"Guard, what happened here?"
Guard
Shit. He had been compromised, for now.
After some quick thinking on his part he responded with, "Oh Mr. Sark I'm glad you're here. I went in to give her the water as you ordered, but she had managed to escape somehow. I just got the tranq dart into her neck before she lunged at me and fell."
"I see." Sark somehow went from upset back to his cool demeanor in the course of two words. The guard hated it.
"Alright then guard, I see if she got through those restraints we will need something stronger, don't you think?" he posed the question even though he had obviously made up his mind on the answer.
"Certainly Mr. Sark." He answered bothered and worried by what Julian may have up his sleeve this time.
Sark briskly walked down the hall towards a storage closet. When he walked back his step was accompanied with a metal clunk. The guard feared for the worst.
"I believe these shall do," said Sark dropping a series of chains to the cell floor with a clattering bang. "Go ahead and tie her to the far wall for me, the hooks are there already."
"Yes sir." He said it confidently, but he was terrified to have to do it at all.
Sark stalked off in his usual manner claiming that he would be back in 30 minutes to check and approve of his job.
The guard cursed all known deities as he made his way to Sydney's limp form.
He lifted her gently, rather then drag her to the wall. He figured he'd save any harm to Sark. He was amazed at how light she was. He had known she had been upset, but it was only then that he had recognized how malnourished she seemed.
He rested her lightly against the wall as he sorted the chains. He desperately wanted to chain her quickly before she woke up and realized he was the one that had to hurt her more.
After he chained her, he looked at his work. She still looked so peaceful while she was asleep. Her arms were spread wide to the opposing hooks and it looked painful. The guard had tried to keep them loose to save Sydney any extra pain, but he was sure he could only lessen it, not eliminate it fully, unfortunately.
She was beginning to wake. Her head lolled from the center to the right side and she groaned lightly. The guard locked the door and slipped out back to his post.
Sydney
She had never felt such a dull pain in her head. It throbbed when she moved and when she didn't move. It was worse then any hangover she had given herself this year after one of her many alcohol-filled-nights arranged to try to forget Vaughn.
Oh god. She didn't want to think about him anymore.
She opened her eyes slowly expecting to be lying in bed in some odd angle. Wow was she shocked to discover she was in a cell. It all began to flood back to her: her wreck, the capture, Sark, the guard. But the guard had said she was leaving, had he lied?
She pulled roughly at her bindings again frustrated with how tight they were. She would have to play Sark's little waiting game for now.
But her wait was not long. Sark was back in the cell as he had promised in a matter of only 10 short minutes to Sydney's disaccord.
"Ah Sark, hello again, come back for another go at me?" she asked, sounding almost bored.
"Not quite Sydney, I'm back for this." He said roughly as he walked towards her.
After saying so he claimed her lips ruthlessly biting her, hoping to gain entrance to her mouth.
Sydney didn't know how to react, she was stunned. If she hadn't been chained she was almost positive her knees would have failed her.
Sark
Surprising her like this was all Sark had needed to do. Her jaw practically dropped allowing him unguarded entry into her mouth. He probed lightly taking in her scent and her feel, delving into what he had wanted for so long, until all too suddenly it ended abruptly.
She bit down onto his tongue forcefully causing him to cry out and withdraw from her mouth. He swiftly backhanded her enjoying her confused look.
It was a look of shock, what looked like pain, and certain confusion. She had been shaken up now, and he knew it.
"..Sark what the hell was that?" she asked more forcefully then necessary, her eyes blazing, her gaze shooting fire.
Sark backed up slightly while saying, "You see Sydney, I've wanted you for a long time, too damn long, and now that I have you I cant control myself..."
Sydney was now frightened of this new aspect, but again she hid it well enough to fool him.
Sark approached her and ran the tip of his finger up her bare arm towards her t-shirt sleeve. Sydney involuntarily shuddered, Sark drank it in.
He looked into her fiery eyes with his own icy blue ones, but what he saw he did not like. It wasn't the fire; he had grown accustomed to that, it was the disgust in which she now looked at him with.
"I suppose then," he began deliberately slowly as he traced her jaw and moved to push her hair behind he ear, "that you really do still love him. What a pity. I could show you so much more Syd..."
She said nothing to him, just glared and turned away.
Sark left her with few parting words, but they were strong and hit her firmly in the heart, "It's a pity Sydney, a true pity, that the one and only man you love will never be able to say he loves you too."
Sydney turned her head as a silent tear escaped her eye. There was no need though, for Sark was already pacing hurriedly back to his office.
Sark
Sark thought to himself as he walked. Obviously he would have to let her go now, there was no chance in hell she could ever love anyone else, especially him. He almost felt sorry for her, almost.
When he reached his office he called in the same guard.
"Guard please escort Ms. Bristow off of my premises and back to L.A." he said seeming rather annoyed, "she will no longer be of much use here."
"Yes Sir." The guard returned curtly.
Guard
He walked briskly back to Sydney's cell thinking of how much easier this made his job.
He opened the door to see Sydney, with her head down, nearly sobbing. It wasn't as outward as most would consider "sobbing", but her small frame was being racked by her silent tears.
Maybe his job wasn't going to be easier...
Sydney
All of the sudden the words had hit her. They had knocked the air right out of her lungs. He would never say "I love you" again. She hadn't thought about that. Was her love hopeless? Pointless even?
Everything came flooding back now: the embraces she would come across between him and Lauren, the cold band of betrayal that laced his beautiful hand, how they could no longer look at each other, how she had watched him spread her ashes, but most importantly how he had moved on and supposedly didn't regret it.
She didn't want to move. She wanted to just stay in her cell and let Sark hurt her even more then he had. It had all occurred to her, but never all at the same time and so forcefully as this had hit her.
"Sydney?" the guard asked gently.
She looked up with red puffy eyes and her lip still trembling as she said, "what?" very weakly.
"I...I have orders to release you straight from Mr. Sark." He said quickly.
"Wha? Now he just wants to let me go? What the hell?" she asked seeming angry
"I don't question his choices Ms. Bristow, only follow his orders. Now please allow me to lead you away from here." The second sentence was said in a pleading voice.
"Okay..." she said in a mere whisper. Even her words seemed broken now.
The guard quickly unchained her and practically carried her out of the compound to the small airfield and to the awaiting plane which would take her back to L.A.
Vaughn had gotten the call, the one he was always fearful of. Sydney had been compromised, her location and capturer unknown. It had come early in the morning from Dixon, telling both him and Lauren to come in early.
The debrief was terrifying they were informed of how they had found Sydney's car off of the highway with what they assumed to be a bullet hole through the back windshield. The car had been totaled, but Sydney was no where to be seen. The C.I.A. then became suspicious.
Vaughn could have sworn that Lauren was purposely acting as if she didn't care and it pissed him off to no end.
Beneath the anxious worry that tore at Vaughn was a deeper one, more of a tearing within his heart. If Sydney really was in trouble then he might lose her again and this time she would never know how he felt.
He had been such a jerk to her. Only now was that totally clear. He had blown it
Sark
Sark thought he heard a scream, and it sounded an awful lot like Sydney.
He didn't give it a second thought before he ran down towards her holding cell. He arrived to see the guard holding a tranq gun and staring down at Sydney now sprawled on the floor, out of all set restraints.
"Guard, what happened here?"
Guard
Shit. He had been compromised, for now.
After some quick thinking on his part he responded with, "Oh Mr. Sark I'm glad you're here. I went in to give her the water as you ordered, but she had managed to escape somehow. I just got the tranq dart into her neck before she lunged at me and fell."
"I see." Sark somehow went from upset back to his cool demeanor in the course of two words. The guard hated it.
"Alright then guard, I see if she got through those restraints we will need something stronger, don't you think?" he posed the question even though he had obviously made up his mind on the answer.
"Certainly Mr. Sark." He answered bothered and worried by what Julian may have up his sleeve this time.
Sark briskly walked down the hall towards a storage closet. When he walked back his step was accompanied with a metal clunk. The guard feared for the worst.
"I believe these shall do," said Sark dropping a series of chains to the cell floor with a clattering bang. "Go ahead and tie her to the far wall for me, the hooks are there already."
"Yes sir." He said it confidently, but he was terrified to have to do it at all.
Sark stalked off in his usual manner claiming that he would be back in 30 minutes to check and approve of his job.
The guard cursed all known deities as he made his way to Sydney's limp form.
He lifted her gently, rather then drag her to the wall. He figured he'd save any harm to Sark. He was amazed at how light she was. He had known she had been upset, but it was only then that he had recognized how malnourished she seemed.
He rested her lightly against the wall as he sorted the chains. He desperately wanted to chain her quickly before she woke up and realized he was the one that had to hurt her more.
After he chained her, he looked at his work. She still looked so peaceful while she was asleep. Her arms were spread wide to the opposing hooks and it looked painful. The guard had tried to keep them loose to save Sydney any extra pain, but he was sure he could only lessen it, not eliminate it fully, unfortunately.
She was beginning to wake. Her head lolled from the center to the right side and she groaned lightly. The guard locked the door and slipped out back to his post.
Sydney
She had never felt such a dull pain in her head. It throbbed when she moved and when she didn't move. It was worse then any hangover she had given herself this year after one of her many alcohol-filled-nights arranged to try to forget Vaughn.
Oh god. She didn't want to think about him anymore.
She opened her eyes slowly expecting to be lying in bed in some odd angle. Wow was she shocked to discover she was in a cell. It all began to flood back to her: her wreck, the capture, Sark, the guard. But the guard had said she was leaving, had he lied?
She pulled roughly at her bindings again frustrated with how tight they were. She would have to play Sark's little waiting game for now.
But her wait was not long. Sark was back in the cell as he had promised in a matter of only 10 short minutes to Sydney's disaccord.
"Ah Sark, hello again, come back for another go at me?" she asked, sounding almost bored.
"Not quite Sydney, I'm back for this." He said roughly as he walked towards her.
After saying so he claimed her lips ruthlessly biting her, hoping to gain entrance to her mouth.
Sydney didn't know how to react, she was stunned. If she hadn't been chained she was almost positive her knees would have failed her.
Sark
Surprising her like this was all Sark had needed to do. Her jaw practically dropped allowing him unguarded entry into her mouth. He probed lightly taking in her scent and her feel, delving into what he had wanted for so long, until all too suddenly it ended abruptly.
She bit down onto his tongue forcefully causing him to cry out and withdraw from her mouth. He swiftly backhanded her enjoying her confused look.
It was a look of shock, what looked like pain, and certain confusion. She had been shaken up now, and he knew it.
"..Sark what the hell was that?" she asked more forcefully then necessary, her eyes blazing, her gaze shooting fire.
Sark backed up slightly while saying, "You see Sydney, I've wanted you for a long time, too damn long, and now that I have you I cant control myself..."
Sydney was now frightened of this new aspect, but again she hid it well enough to fool him.
Sark approached her and ran the tip of his finger up her bare arm towards her t-shirt sleeve. Sydney involuntarily shuddered, Sark drank it in.
He looked into her fiery eyes with his own icy blue ones, but what he saw he did not like. It wasn't the fire; he had grown accustomed to that, it was the disgust in which she now looked at him with.
"I suppose then," he began deliberately slowly as he traced her jaw and moved to push her hair behind he ear, "that you really do still love him. What a pity. I could show you so much more Syd..."
She said nothing to him, just glared and turned away.
Sark left her with few parting words, but they were strong and hit her firmly in the heart, "It's a pity Sydney, a true pity, that the one and only man you love will never be able to say he loves you too."
Sydney turned her head as a silent tear escaped her eye. There was no need though, for Sark was already pacing hurriedly back to his office.
Sark
Sark thought to himself as he walked. Obviously he would have to let her go now, there was no chance in hell she could ever love anyone else, especially him. He almost felt sorry for her, almost.
When he reached his office he called in the same guard.
"Guard please escort Ms. Bristow off of my premises and back to L.A." he said seeming rather annoyed, "she will no longer be of much use here."
"Yes Sir." The guard returned curtly.
Guard
He walked briskly back to Sydney's cell thinking of how much easier this made his job.
He opened the door to see Sydney, with her head down, nearly sobbing. It wasn't as outward as most would consider "sobbing", but her small frame was being racked by her silent tears.
Maybe his job wasn't going to be easier...
Sydney
All of the sudden the words had hit her. They had knocked the air right out of her lungs. He would never say "I love you" again. She hadn't thought about that. Was her love hopeless? Pointless even?
Everything came flooding back now: the embraces she would come across between him and Lauren, the cold band of betrayal that laced his beautiful hand, how they could no longer look at each other, how she had watched him spread her ashes, but most importantly how he had moved on and supposedly didn't regret it.
She didn't want to move. She wanted to just stay in her cell and let Sark hurt her even more then he had. It had all occurred to her, but never all at the same time and so forcefully as this had hit her.
"Sydney?" the guard asked gently.
She looked up with red puffy eyes and her lip still trembling as she said, "what?" very weakly.
"I...I have orders to release you straight from Mr. Sark." He said quickly.
"Wha? Now he just wants to let me go? What the hell?" she asked seeming angry
"I don't question his choices Ms. Bristow, only follow his orders. Now please allow me to lead you away from here." The second sentence was said in a pleading voice.
"Okay..." she said in a mere whisper. Even her words seemed broken now.
The guard quickly unchained her and practically carried her out of the compound to the small airfield and to the awaiting plane which would take her back to L.A.