HARMONY
A/N: // Indicates song lyrics. A set of // will appear every time there is a change in singer or both sing together.
The echo of hurried footsteps sounded throughout the packed shopping mall. People darted out of the way as two men and a woman fairly flew down the centre strip. They seemed to be chasing an attractive older woman. One of the men, an older man with greying hair, wore a fearsome expression.
Sydney Bristow was determined not to let her mother escape this time. And neither, it seemed, was her father. So they ran, with Michael Vaughn beside them, chasing Irina Derevko. In the back of her mind, Sydney distantly wondered whether Sark would turn up during this mission, as he nearly always seemed to do. So far there had been no sign of him.
Irina turned a corner suddenly, causing Sydney to snap out of her musings and follow her father and Vaughn, before she lost trace of her mother again. Irina had turned into the main court of the mall, and had cleverly disguised herself somewhere among the huge crowd. It wasn't called the 'Christmas Crush' for nothing. She heard her dad curse. "We've lost her."
A crackling came through her comm. and then Weiss' voice came into her ear. "Syd, Jack. We've locked down all the exits. She has to be in there somewhere." Jack looked at Sydney, seeming to ignore Vaughn. Her father had been abrupt with Vaughn ever since Vaughn had married. Jack motioned for them to fan out and start searching the crowd.
Sydney peeled away from the two men and started making her way inconspicuously. After ten minutes of fruitless searching, Syd began to curse the PA system, which seemed to be stuck playing a bluegrass version of 'Angels We Have Heard On High'. Syd decided that when they caught her mother, she was going to play this song continuously in Irina's cell, to pay her back for the torture Syd was going through at the moment.
Without warning, the song stopped and the speakers crackled a bit. Then a smooth, mellow, tenor voice floated out of the speakers. This track was acapella, and the singer needed no music to keep perfectly on pitch.
//Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday, I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day//
Sydney felt goose bumps. It was the love theme to Moulin Rouge, but it was like she had never heard it before. She was loath to admit it, but she liked this version better than Ewan McGregor, and that was a hard thing to beat. But she didn't have time to think as a new female voice took over the song.
//Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace//
Sydney was entranced by this new voice. This new voice was superb, better than most of the singers on the market. Syd couldn't believe that she had never heard this version of the song before. It was amazing, and she hadn't even heard the whole song yet. But the song went on, and the two voices joined in breathtaking harmony.
//Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste//
//It all revolves around you//
//And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this sing and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and storms may collide//
//But I love you//
//I love you//
//Until the end of time//
//Until the end of time//
//Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day//
And the voices broke up into their respective lines, and it seemed as if the whole shop had stopped their activities to listening to the entrancing melody. Syd told herself that she was meant to be searching for her mother, but she couldn't bring herself to move and spoil the spell the song was weaving around her. And yet, the song continued.
//Oh, Come what may
Come what may//
//I will love you//
//I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place//
//Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day//
The song ended and a man's voice came over the PA system. "And there you have, as an extra special Christmas treat, a live performance." Sydney gave a start. That was a live performance? The man continued talking. "An extra special thank you to Irina Derevko and Julian Lazary, for that fantastic display. And they just wanted to say that their performance was for Jack and Sydney. So Jack and Sydney, whoever you are, feel blessed that you are receiving so much love this Christmas."
The Christmas carols resumed play over the speakers, but Sydney stood rigid. Her mother and Sark had sung that? Why? What was that about being for her and her father?
Syd turned to see her father standing, not to far away, with a similar expression of shock. Vaughn just looked faintly bitter.
The three trooped out of the mall, feeling dejected that they lost the opportunity to catch Irina Derevko, once again. Weiss pulled up, in a suspiciously non-descript white van, and they all piled in the back. "Hey guys, what took you so long? And how come you didn't get her THIS time?" Weiss looked at them curiously. "Don't even ask," Vaughn answered, seeing Syd and Jack were not going to answer any time that century.
****
Sark and Irina looked at each other as their helicopter lifted off. Sark couldn't understand why Irina had wanted them to sing before escaping from the CIA, again. But of course he did, without questioning, as he had always done. Irina always had reason and logic behind all of her actions, even if he couldn't see it, and so he had no choice but to trust her.
Irina, on the other hand, inwardly congratulated herself for coming up with such a cunning plan, in such a short time. She had been able to shake Jack up, by once again admitting her feelings for him, ensnare Sydney in a bout of whimsy and then get her mind in overdrive as she tried to deduce the announcer's message for her, and had even been able to set an all time record for creating wrinkles on Agent Vaughn's forehead. Sark had no idea that Irina had told the announcer to dedicate the song to Jack, for her, and Sydney, for him. But in time, both Sark AND Sydney would realise how perfectly matched they were for each other. And Irina was a very patient woman.
A/N: // Indicates song lyrics. A set of // will appear every time there is a change in singer or both sing together.
The echo of hurried footsteps sounded throughout the packed shopping mall. People darted out of the way as two men and a woman fairly flew down the centre strip. They seemed to be chasing an attractive older woman. One of the men, an older man with greying hair, wore a fearsome expression.
Sydney Bristow was determined not to let her mother escape this time. And neither, it seemed, was her father. So they ran, with Michael Vaughn beside them, chasing Irina Derevko. In the back of her mind, Sydney distantly wondered whether Sark would turn up during this mission, as he nearly always seemed to do. So far there had been no sign of him.
Irina turned a corner suddenly, causing Sydney to snap out of her musings and follow her father and Vaughn, before she lost trace of her mother again. Irina had turned into the main court of the mall, and had cleverly disguised herself somewhere among the huge crowd. It wasn't called the 'Christmas Crush' for nothing. She heard her dad curse. "We've lost her."
A crackling came through her comm. and then Weiss' voice came into her ear. "Syd, Jack. We've locked down all the exits. She has to be in there somewhere." Jack looked at Sydney, seeming to ignore Vaughn. Her father had been abrupt with Vaughn ever since Vaughn had married. Jack motioned for them to fan out and start searching the crowd.
Sydney peeled away from the two men and started making her way inconspicuously. After ten minutes of fruitless searching, Syd began to curse the PA system, which seemed to be stuck playing a bluegrass version of 'Angels We Have Heard On High'. Syd decided that when they caught her mother, she was going to play this song continuously in Irina's cell, to pay her back for the torture Syd was going through at the moment.
Without warning, the song stopped and the speakers crackled a bit. Then a smooth, mellow, tenor voice floated out of the speakers. This track was acapella, and the singer needed no music to keep perfectly on pitch.
//Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday, I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day//
Sydney felt goose bumps. It was the love theme to Moulin Rouge, but it was like she had never heard it before. She was loath to admit it, but she liked this version better than Ewan McGregor, and that was a hard thing to beat. But she didn't have time to think as a new female voice took over the song.
//Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace//
Sydney was entranced by this new voice. This new voice was superb, better than most of the singers on the market. Syd couldn't believe that she had never heard this version of the song before. It was amazing, and she hadn't even heard the whole song yet. But the song went on, and the two voices joined in breathtaking harmony.
//Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste//
//It all revolves around you//
//And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this sing and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and storms may collide//
//But I love you//
//I love you//
//Until the end of time//
//Until the end of time//
//Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day//
And the voices broke up into their respective lines, and it seemed as if the whole shop had stopped their activities to listening to the entrancing melody. Syd told herself that she was meant to be searching for her mother, but she couldn't bring herself to move and spoil the spell the song was weaving around her. And yet, the song continued.
//Oh, Come what may
Come what may//
//I will love you//
//I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place//
//Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day//
The song ended and a man's voice came over the PA system. "And there you have, as an extra special Christmas treat, a live performance." Sydney gave a start. That was a live performance? The man continued talking. "An extra special thank you to Irina Derevko and Julian Lazary, for that fantastic display. And they just wanted to say that their performance was for Jack and Sydney. So Jack and Sydney, whoever you are, feel blessed that you are receiving so much love this Christmas."
The Christmas carols resumed play over the speakers, but Sydney stood rigid. Her mother and Sark had sung that? Why? What was that about being for her and her father?
Syd turned to see her father standing, not to far away, with a similar expression of shock. Vaughn just looked faintly bitter.
The three trooped out of the mall, feeling dejected that they lost the opportunity to catch Irina Derevko, once again. Weiss pulled up, in a suspiciously non-descript white van, and they all piled in the back. "Hey guys, what took you so long? And how come you didn't get her THIS time?" Weiss looked at them curiously. "Don't even ask," Vaughn answered, seeing Syd and Jack were not going to answer any time that century.
****
Sark and Irina looked at each other as their helicopter lifted off. Sark couldn't understand why Irina had wanted them to sing before escaping from the CIA, again. But of course he did, without questioning, as he had always done. Irina always had reason and logic behind all of her actions, even if he couldn't see it, and so he had no choice but to trust her.
Irina, on the other hand, inwardly congratulated herself for coming up with such a cunning plan, in such a short time. She had been able to shake Jack up, by once again admitting her feelings for him, ensnare Sydney in a bout of whimsy and then get her mind in overdrive as she tried to deduce the announcer's message for her, and had even been able to set an all time record for creating wrinkles on Agent Vaughn's forehead. Sark had no idea that Irina had told the announcer to dedicate the song to Jack, for her, and Sydney, for him. But in time, both Sark AND Sydney would realise how perfectly matched they were for each other. And Irina was a very patient woman.