The Reason
"Sydney is on the move. Yes, I have her exact location; Livorno, Italy. Wait, don't send in a team yet, let me handle this sir," Vaughn just learning that Sark has escaped and is on his way back to Italy. "Yes, I'll report back to you as soon as I reach them. Don't worry, I'll get them both, and the child." Vaughn shut his cell and began to think of a plan.
The Rotunda
Sure enough the CIA was in complete disarray once they found out that Sark had escaped from their top security prison. In the mass confusion they did not realize that Sydney was not with them.
Jack walked into the Rotunda. Dixon called him early that Sydney seemed to be in need of him, and Sark had been captured once again. When he walked into the mayhem, he knew immediately what had happened. He looked for Sydney, but found no sign of her; tried her cell, no answer. He knew....only one name, a name that he dreaded ever since he first met him...Sark... This was no ordinary man; this was a man that held an obsession over his only daughter. This man knew no boundaries when it came to murder, lying, cheating, stealing, even romance. This Sark was the boy every father would hate for his daughter to go out with. This man is someone Jack would kill if he ever laid hands on his daughter, and this man was going to pay dearly for what he had just done.
"Dixon!" Jack yelled. He scanned the utter pandemonium evolving in the Rotunda. He had never seen anything like this. Rage was boiling underneath his cool persona, yet he was ready to burst any second. How could the CIA slip up and allow a terrorist such as Sark to escape under their very eyes?
"What the hell happened here?" he asked Dixon although he already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry Jack, I can't explain what happened. Apparently Sark escaped without us knowing, and he took Sydney along with him. We have the best people working on what exactly occurred now." Dixon ashamed of allowing this to happen.
Jack brought Dixon to an unused office, and shut the doors. He took out a pen like device and took off the cap to reveal a voice scrambler. He pushed a little button and proceeded on telling Dixon what he need to say. "Look we have only 2 minutes on this thing. I'm gonna make this fast. All I was to tell you is that I'm going in to find Syd. I can tell that before I was left to Langley, she was already depressed. If she stays with Sark, I don't think we'll be able to get her back. I have a team waiting on call for me if I ever need them. I'm taking this chance to save my daughter." Dixon didn't say anything. There was nothing for him to say, Jack had made up his mind, and there was no persuading him otherwise. "I know you won't try to stop me Marcus. You know what it is like to almost lose a child. I'm not going to let anything happen to Sydney."
"Go Jack. I'll keep everything clear over here."
"Thanks. I have sources that will be in contact with you."
"Go find her."
As if in perfect timing, the pen began to beep telling them their time was done.
"Thank you Jack. I'm sorry for what has happened, but I'm sure that you'll be able to get those results back in a couple of days."
"Thank you Dixon, and don't worry, I'll get them to you as soon as possible." Jack quickly left the Rotunda, and went to his car. The laptop sitting on the passenger seat was already on. It was logged onto a private chat room, and only one person was allowed into it. Irina. Jack began to type hastily, not wanting to waste anytime on finding his daughter. Good she's on.
Spydaddy76: You there?
WithLovefromRussia: Yes.
Spydaddy76: Did you hear yet?
WithLovefromRussia: Yes, but I only have limited intel on where they are.
Spydaddy76: Damn. I was trusting on you. The only thing we know is Sark currently resides in Italy. But where?
WithLovefromRussia: He probably is living in a large mansion. Knowing his taste for the more refined things in life. Search for real estate costing around 3-6 million dollars that have been purchased in the past 5 years. That should limit the search down a bit.
Spydaddy76: Good. One sec. Jack quickly popped up into a new window and searched for exactly that. Twenty-one matches came up. Everywhere from Venice to Milan to Naples. That does limit it down a bit.
WithLovefromRussia: Hm...look at each individual house and see who bought it.
Spydaddy76: Hold on, I think I found something here. It says that there were four houses that were each bought by an anonymous buyer. Knowing Sark he wouldn't have put down a name at all.
WithLovefromRussia: Good. Now go find our daughter and grandson or granddaughter.
Spydaddy76: I love you.
WithLovefromRussia: I know. I do too. Go!
WithLovefromRussia has logged off.
Jack lets out a long sigh. These were the only times he and Irina ever had contact; via the Internet. He closed his laptop and started his car, and drove off to an empty warehouse where he had many supplies for this trip.
Back on the plane
"Preparing to land." The electronic voice stated, disturbing the peaceful sound of sleep as the Adrienne and Sark were sleeping, with an unconscious Sydney in the back.
They landed safely back in Italy. Geoffrey rushed out to them with a very stern expression on his face. When the door opened, he relaxed a bit to see that Sark was with her, but that quickly turned into surprise once he saw him carry out the very woman Geoffrey knew Sark loved. Geoffrey and Sark had a very deep past together. Although Geoffrey was much older, he and Sark shared a great relationship. It was more than the mentor figure, but more of a father son relationship. By chance, Geoffrey never had any children, and Sark never had a father in his life. It worked out perfectly. This was a long story that could never be explained no matter how much time was given to explain it.
"Where have you been Julian? And you Adrienne!" He tried to act surprised that he didn't know where Adrienne had gone. But he'd known all along that she had gone to find Sark, and luckily she did.
"We're find Geoffrey, don't worry too much. Well, the two of us are ok, but I'm not sure how she will be." Pointing his head in the direction of Sydney. "Help me carry her to the house."
They all reached the house. Adrienne went straight off to bed, and as soon as she plopped onto her bed she fell into a deep peaceful sleep. Although that can't be said for the others downstairs.
"Julian, what happened?"
"I got slightly detained by the CIA and a certain Agent Vaughn, but don't worry, everything was well taken care of." Lying Sydney on the couch next to him.
"I presume that it didn't go as planned."
"You presume correctly. I did tell Sydney almost everything though, and she complied in a way. It is much too complicated, and I should go to bed, as you should too."
"Ok, what shall we do with Sydney though? I think the bedroom next to mine is ok for a guest." With that they both carried Sydney to her bedroom. Geoffrey left Sark alone as he tucked her in.
As Geoffrey left, Sark gently laid her onto the bed, took off her shoes and pulled the covers over her body. The tranquilizer he gave her would keep her out for another hour or so.
"I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you Sydney," he whispered to her, "All this will be cleared up once and for all. I love you and always will my love." He made one final check that she was tucked in tight, and then gave her a soft kiss on her forehead before he turned off the light and left her room.
He walked towards his room, which was down the hallway, and went into it. A long sigh escaped from his mouth as he unbuttoned his collar. After unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and took it off so he was in his undershirt. He threw the shirt on the chair. Now was not the time to get all perfectionist and make every clean as possible. He ran a hand through his already mussed up hair and looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw was more than he expected. He saw an old tired man staring back at him with weary eyes. Those eyes staring back at him told him what he'd been through in the past. All the pain he caused on others and the pain he caused on himself. He saw every single person he murdered, saw the look on their faces as he either shot them or stabbed them with a knife. Those faces he could never erase, they'd always be with him. The only person that saved him from continuing that lifestyle was Sydney. She was everything to him. She was the only that changed him from what he was.
He stopped looking at himself through the mirror and went to a special closet. He opened it and stared back at the assortment of guitars he had collected through the years. He took out an Ovation. The one he was most proud of. This simple acoustic-electric had a long story. It had been through a lot. Whenever he was tired or stressed out he would take this guitar out and play all he had into it. It made him feel better after playing it.
He sat down on his chair and gently began to strum it.
Sydney began to wake up from her dreamless slumber. Where was she? She couldn't figure it out. Then it all hit her. In fragments, her mind reminded her what had happened in the past couple of days. Finding out she had a daughter....Sark in her apartment...Dinner with Sark....Vaughn...the Rotunda...the girl...What happened? It was all so crazy. She bolted out of the bed finding that she wasn't in her room. She looked at her watch and saw it was one in the morning. What is going on? Where the heck am I? She got out of bed and walked around her room. With no weapon she felt very vulnerable, but her fists and legs would get the job done if she encountered any trouble. She opened her door and ventured out into the hallway. Cautiously she walked down the hallway until she was stopped by the sound of someone playing the guitar. She carefully walked over to the room and had her back against the wall. Fortunately, the door had not been closed all the way and she could see who was in it. It's Sark?!? He took me here? He plays the guitar and sings?
Sark began to play the song that he wrote for Sydney, although he would never play it for her.
I'm not a perfect person There's many things I wish I didn't do But I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you And so I have to say before I go That I just want you to know
He played his entire heart into this song. He chose his words carefully when he wrote this, and felt that they were perfect in describing his hurt for her. Everything he ever felt for her was in this song. All the sorry and forgiveness he wished was in it. As he sang every emotion was coming out. He never sang like this before, never felt it this strong ever.
I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you
All Sydney could think was that he had such an incredible voice and was a gifted musician. This was a side of Sark she'd never seen before. As she peered through the door, she saw how much this song meant to him.
I'm sorry that I hurt you It's something I must live with everyday And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away And be the one who catches all your tears That's why I need you to hear
Suddenly Sydney knew who the "you" was in this song. It was her all along.
I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you And the reason is you And the reason is you And the reason is you
I'm not a perfect person I never meant to do those things to you And so I have to say before I go That I just want you to know
She stepped into the room, but Sark still did not know she was there behind him. A single tear fell down her face. She knew how Sark felt about her. He was beautiful. She forgot all the pain and hurt he had caused her over the years, and focused on this one song.
I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you
I've found a reason to show A side of me you didn't know A reason for all that I do And the reason is you
As he finished the last note he felt his eyes begin to tear. Never in his life had he cried, he was not going to now. Yet, he couldn't stop the tears from falling. After one fell, the rest flowed with it.
Sydney saw all the hurt he had suffered through the years, and for once got to experience a broken Sark. A Sark she never knew before. She saw the change in his eyes as the tears began to form.
"Sark?" was all that Sydney could let out. Sark whipped around, horrified for her to find him in this state, but relieved because this might have been easier than telling her up front.
"Sydney? How long have you been standing there?" As he stood up and wiped away the tears.
"Long enough."
"I'm sorry for you to have to se—" Sark was cut off abruptly as Sydney rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him gently on his soft lips. She tasted the tears that had just been there. Sark wrapped his own arms around her and deepened the kiss. She felt heavenly to hold and to kiss. He'd always dreamed about this first kiss, but was completely blown off his rocker with what he was experiencing now. It was beyond description. It was as if a little piece of heaven that happened to fall in his arms now. It felt so good.
This kiss told everything Sark had to her. She felt everything he endured, and all he experienced. For once, they both understood each other. They continued kissing until reluctantly Sark pulled away from her, but still holding her in his arms.
"I understand that I have given you much pain over these years, and I am truly sorry about it. I wish I had never done any of it, and would want all the pain your felt to double and be released on me. I hate myself everyday for all that I've done. I just want you to know that I love you with all of my heart, my strength, and my mind. And from this day on, I promise never to hurt you again."
"Sark, I love you too, and I've forgiven you a long time ago. I understand." Sark pulled her into another passionate kiss and they stayed that way for a while, until once again they had to break away from each other.
"You should get some rest. Tomorrow I'll explain everything to you, and you'll be able to see your daughter." Sark said not wanting to let her go from their embrace, but knew they need sleep. He let go of her and head for the door to walk her to her room. They held hands as they walked to the bedroom. He walked her in and she crawled into the gigantic bed. He tucked her in again for the night and turned to walk back to his room.
"Wait. Don't go."
"Yes?"
"Will you stay with me tonight? Not in that way I mean, but could you just hold me?" Syd asked, not wanting to be alone tonight.
"I'll hold you my love. Don't worry, everything will be ok now." As he climbed into the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. He stayed awake until he felt her fall asleep. He whispered one last time that night, "I love you," as he fell asleep beside her.
Outside, Vaughn had found their hide away and was ready to make his move. He maneuvered himself and was not caught by the advanced security system that was protecting the mansion. He looked up at a window and saw Sark holding Sydney's hand. That was the last straw. Vaughn was infuriated with what he saw. Sydney was his, not some terrorist's. He was going to kill Sark no matter what was at hand.
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Sorry for the long delay. I've just been so busy. Ok, i know that Hoobastank wrote this song, but i had to have Sark write it. so don't get mad at me. i thought it was a really good song for Sark and Sydney. It explains everything that Sark feels and Sydney is the reason that he changed. well i hope you like it. R&R!!!!!
