He was watching her. Watching April sleeping. Well she wasn't exactly sleeping, but knocked out more or less. But she looked so peaceful, like she was dreaming of something pleasant. How different that was from his dreams.
The faces of the people he had killed over his life haunted Julian Sark's subconscious state. True, some of them deserved it, or were in the spy world themselves and had placed themselves in the situation that could get them killed. However, there was a good majority that didn't. Like the church that Sloane had ordered him to plant that horrible Rambaldi bomb and kill those people inside of the church, who were merely there to worship something good and pure. Sark himself knew that it wasn't right, but he still did it. He was following orders. It was what he always had done.
It was what he was doing now. Following Irina's orders of handing April over to the CIA. Julian was doing it for April's protection. That's what he wanted. He wanted to protect her.
His feelings were selfish. First he didn't want to hand her over to the Covenant. Second he didn't want to hand her over to the CIA either. There he was, stuck in limbo. In front of Irina though, he could not let his emotions get the best of him. He could not show them.
So he watched her. He wished he were able to sort out all of his feelings and be able to compartmentalize what he was feeling. However it wasn't working. He wanted to talk to her.
He shook her petite body lightly. "April, wake up," Sark whispered in her ear.
"What?" April looked up and saw his face. "Julian, why do I feel like I've been sleeping for my whole life?"
"The drugs worked good," he said underneath his breath, but knew very well that April had heard what he had just said.
"You drugged me! Of all the insidious things to do!" She sat up in the leather couch in protest. Her body was still telling her to sleep for the rest of her life. Suddenly April became aware of her surroundings. "Are we on a plane?" she questioned.
"Yes."
"You are just full of explanations aren't you?"
He smiled, "Yes."
"Ahh, you are so frustrating," she exclaimed. She sighed, "Where are we off to now? Switzerland?"
"Not exactly. Currently we are flying over Texas. Although Switzerland would be an ideal place to go to, considering it is the only modern country without a warrant for my arrest"
"I am so proud of you, Julian. For the first time you are actually explaining something to me," she said sarcastically.
"Thank you," he replied. He enjoyed this banter between the two of them. "April, we need to talk."
She scoffed, "How many times have I heard that."
"No really. I am not joking."
April saw the look on his face. His blue irises were focused and determined. They were very much intent on completely the task that Julian had set out to do. "Sure, we can talk."
"Now about," he paused, "us, I don't know what you are expecting but I am not exactly what one would call a relationship person. I tend to be free of any emotional restraints. So-"
April cut him off, "So what you are saying is that nothing could work between us? There is no possibility that there could be anything. That we need to remain in the relationship that had started everything: you, the kidnapper and me, the victim. Right?"
"As much as I wish that that did not have to be the case, it has to be." April looked away from him. "April-"
She cut him off again, "I know it's not me it's you. I've heard it all before. Believe me more times than you can count. Now I hate to be rude, but I am extremely tired and since I have no idea what is to happen in the next few days, I figure that I should try to get as much sleep as possible." She lied back down on the tan leather couch and closed her eyes, attempting to push all this from her mind and have slumber come over.
Why did she have to do that? Know what he was going to say before he said it. It infuriated him.
He got up from his seat and walked towards the front of the plane. He knew that Irina was sitting in one of the luxurious passenger lounge chairs with her back to his latest interaction with April. Despite what he wished, he knew very well that Irina had heard every word that he and April had just said. Couldn't his life be simple for once?
Reaching for the decanter that was placed on a table, he filled a clear glass, seated next to the alcohol container, with the brown liquid. Despite what most people thought, he much preferred straight liquor opposed to a glass of wine.
"You should sedate her. She's not going to be able to sleep for the rest of the plane ride or sleep through the transfer," Irina said, not looking up from her laptop that she was typing on.
Julian took a long sip of the alcohol before addressing Irina. "Why don't you do it, if you are so concerned for her well being?" he replied bitterly. She was the one making him give her up.
"Fine," the elder woman stood up, but before doing what she wanted done she said softly, "Julian you know very well what happens when you mix business with pleasure. All I'm saying is don't be selfish." The indignant man rolled his eyes in response as Derevko walked off.
Irina kneeled down to her niece's eye level and woke April up.
"What?" April replied annoyed because people keep interrupting her peaceful sleeping sessions.
Her aunt reached for a box on the armrest of the chair directly across from the couch that had April's body sprawled across on it. April groggily watched her aunt open the box and pull out a long needle. Even though the young woman was deathly afraid of needles she was too tired to protest.
"This will help you sleep," was all Irina said, and then she injected the sedative into April's bare arm.
Right before the substance hit April's bloodstream Irina said, "This will all be over soon."
April wanted to know what Irina was talking about, but before she had a chance to question her, a black sheet covered her eyes.