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Disclaimers: same apply.
Sydney was asleep. More importantly, she was safe.
He had let her sleep on his shoulder for awhile. When his legs and arms fell asleep from not moving, he let her curl up and sleep on the cushy couch. Work, however, needed to be done and after he enjoyed watching her smile in her sleep, he left the room to take care of business.
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Quietly, Eric ended his phone call with Jack, telling him the news, and reentered the room with Sark and Sydney. It was like the difference between hockey and baseball with Sydney and Sark. How on earth could the two be related? He sat next to her feet and watched Sark across the car. How many more spy-siblings did she have out there? Were they all as evil as Julian Sark?
Weiss shook his head to clear out his thoughts. Life was certainly different from just a few days ago for him. Sydney was thankfully with him again and they could go back to late night pizza and she completely oblivious to how much he loved her. Maybe she'd ask him to help her install a new this or move that. Whatever it would be, he would do it in a heartbeat for her.
Sark cleared his throat, groaned, and finally opened his eyes to Eric who had to clench his fists to keep from jumping across the space to strangle him. Eric finally tipped his head to the side and smirked at Sark. Mind games were fun. Sark blinked. He blinked again. Finally he choked out, "I assume that since I'm not shackled to a wall that I have you to thank. And seeing as how I'm not in CIA custody, you must have come in search for Sydney on your own."
"Yet," Eric corrected. "You're not in CIA custody yet." Weiss sighed, exasperated, and grabbed the aspirin bottle and a glass of water from the table. "Here. You're ribs must be killing."
Thankfully, Sark took the medicine. "As a spy, I know we shouldn't show pain, but they do hurt like being hit by a latajang. And I shouldn't show appreciation, but thank you."
"You must have a concussion Sark. You're not talking like yourself."
"People keep telling me that."
Eric sat back down next to Sydney and studied her sleeping form. 'Man she's gorgeous. Why can't you love me back?' Eric thought before turning back to the table to a debrief he was fabricating to explain why Sark was making the return trip with them. If the Agency knew that Sydney was completing operations without the government knowing, she and Jack could be in serious trouble. He would have to meet with Dixon and Jack at the airport when they arrived back in Los Angeles to establish a cover.
"Tell me, Agent Weiss, why did you do it?" Eric turned to Sark and feigned interest but didn't answer. "I assume from your lack of an answer that you have a deeply emotional response that I wouldn't care about anyway. So let me just ask: why didn't her sweetheart come to her rescue? Is he still trying to get over the betrayal?"
Eric felt terrible for Vaughn. Losing Syd, falling in love with a traitor, finding out the truth, he had done all but gone crazy over the past couple of years. Eric's stomach fell. What if Vaughn found out how much Eric loved Sydney? It didn't matter. Sydney would never love him back.
"What was that Agent Weiss?" Eric looked back at Sark and tried to figure out what on earth he was talking about. "That look on your face? If I'm not mistaken, you might l--."
"Shut up, Sark. Go back to sleep and don't bother me."
"Whatever you say, Agent Weiss."
Sydney sighed and opened her eyes, "wha'cha up to?"
"Talking to the wisecrack over there. Be careful, he's off his rocker."
The fog cleared from Sydney's eyes and she seemed to realize that Sark was with them. Slowly, she turned her gaze to her brother and squinted while surveying him.
Eric noticed that her usually tough exterior seemed to be missing when she studied Sark. Weiss almost laughed when he looked at Sark and saw that his head was lobbing around as if he were drunker than drunk.
"I'm going to get the doctor to examine the bobble-head over there. Do you want anything Bristow?"
"I'm fine."
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Note: The latajang is a weapon that Sark and Sydney fight with in "The Solution," episode 1.20. It's a stick that has a curved blade on each end and I imagine it would really hurt if you were struck by one!
The sibling comment was, of course, about Sydney's sister Nadia Santos. I'm so excited about this plot line!
Let me know what you think. I need feedback!
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Disclaimers: same apply.
Sydney was asleep. More importantly, she was safe.
He had let her sleep on his shoulder for awhile. When his legs and arms fell asleep from not moving, he let her curl up and sleep on the cushy couch. Work, however, needed to be done and after he enjoyed watching her smile in her sleep, he left the room to take care of business.
***
Quietly, Eric ended his phone call with Jack, telling him the news, and reentered the room with Sark and Sydney. It was like the difference between hockey and baseball with Sydney and Sark. How on earth could the two be related? He sat next to her feet and watched Sark across the car. How many more spy-siblings did she have out there? Were they all as evil as Julian Sark?
Weiss shook his head to clear out his thoughts. Life was certainly different from just a few days ago for him. Sydney was thankfully with him again and they could go back to late night pizza and she completely oblivious to how much he loved her. Maybe she'd ask him to help her install a new this or move that. Whatever it would be, he would do it in a heartbeat for her.
Sark cleared his throat, groaned, and finally opened his eyes to Eric who had to clench his fists to keep from jumping across the space to strangle him. Eric finally tipped his head to the side and smirked at Sark. Mind games were fun. Sark blinked. He blinked again. Finally he choked out, "I assume that since I'm not shackled to a wall that I have you to thank. And seeing as how I'm not in CIA custody, you must have come in search for Sydney on your own."
"Yet," Eric corrected. "You're not in CIA custody yet." Weiss sighed, exasperated, and grabbed the aspirin bottle and a glass of water from the table. "Here. You're ribs must be killing."
Thankfully, Sark took the medicine. "As a spy, I know we shouldn't show pain, but they do hurt like being hit by a latajang. And I shouldn't show appreciation, but thank you."
"You must have a concussion Sark. You're not talking like yourself."
"People keep telling me that."
Eric sat back down next to Sydney and studied her sleeping form. 'Man she's gorgeous. Why can't you love me back?' Eric thought before turning back to the table to a debrief he was fabricating to explain why Sark was making the return trip with them. If the Agency knew that Sydney was completing operations without the government knowing, she and Jack could be in serious trouble. He would have to meet with Dixon and Jack at the airport when they arrived back in Los Angeles to establish a cover.
"Tell me, Agent Weiss, why did you do it?" Eric turned to Sark and feigned interest but didn't answer. "I assume from your lack of an answer that you have a deeply emotional response that I wouldn't care about anyway. So let me just ask: why didn't her sweetheart come to her rescue? Is he still trying to get over the betrayal?"
Eric felt terrible for Vaughn. Losing Syd, falling in love with a traitor, finding out the truth, he had done all but gone crazy over the past couple of years. Eric's stomach fell. What if Vaughn found out how much Eric loved Sydney? It didn't matter. Sydney would never love him back.
"What was that Agent Weiss?" Eric looked back at Sark and tried to figure out what on earth he was talking about. "That look on your face? If I'm not mistaken, you might l--."
"Shut up, Sark. Go back to sleep and don't bother me."
"Whatever you say, Agent Weiss."
Sydney sighed and opened her eyes, "wha'cha up to?"
"Talking to the wisecrack over there. Be careful, he's off his rocker."
The fog cleared from Sydney's eyes and she seemed to realize that Sark was with them. Slowly, she turned her gaze to her brother and squinted while surveying him.
Eric noticed that her usually tough exterior seemed to be missing when she studied Sark. Weiss almost laughed when he looked at Sark and saw that his head was lobbing around as if he were drunker than drunk.
"I'm going to get the doctor to examine the bobble-head over there. Do you want anything Bristow?"
"I'm fine."
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Note: The latajang is a weapon that Sark and Sydney fight with in "The Solution," episode 1.20. It's a stick that has a curved blade on each end and I imagine it would really hurt if you were struck by one!
The sibling comment was, of course, about Sydney's sister Nadia Santos. I'm so excited about this plot line!
Let me know what you think. I need feedback!