When Sark awoke, he was lying face down on a rather lumpy mattress. His memory was foggy and there was an intense pounding in his head, no doubt from where Sydney had struck him. That he remembered. He heard a loud rapping sound and once he distinguished that this was not in fact being caused by his pounding head he slowly turned to face what he found to be the rather large window of a small and homely looking cell. At the window Sark could see a rather burly and impatient bald man. The man stood there rapping on the glass and scowling until Sark eventually picked himself up and walked to where the man was standing. A barrier of glass was the only thing separating them as they talked.
I was watching from a monitor in one of the main sections of the C.I.A building. Sark told Kendall nothing. In truth I was mildly surprised by this. Sark's loyalties were usually exceptionally fickle. He had practically coined the phrase stool pigeon. And yet now he chose to remain silent. Perhaps there really was more to this man's character than I had previously experienced. Still I refused to believe that there was any truth to his statement about our similarities; I can't help to admit however, that I was slightly curious.
It was at that moment that I realized I must have zoned out for a little while because just then Director Kendall came storming up to me muttering curses under his breath.
"He'll only speak to you." Kendall said rather loudly. He was obviously very agitated from his conversation with Sark.
"Excuse me?" I replied. I had heard what he said but was still a little to out of it to understand.
"Sark said that he is only willing to talk to you, Agent Bristow." He talked slower this time, more so to tell me that I was an idiot for not hearing him the first time than him actually calming down. I stood there silent for a few seconds. Kendall gave me a couple of impatient glares before I finally agreed to go and talk to Sark.
"Why me?" I muttered as I walked away from Kendall and in the direction of Sark's cell. Why did I have to be the one that all of the prisoners wanted to talk to? It was an exaggeration of course being as this particular situation had only happened twice, but everyone tends to overanalyze these things sometimes. And I for one was not in the best mood today.
"Why Ms. Bristow, twice in one day I'm honored." Sark said raising himself to a sitting position.
"What can you tell me about the 47th parallel chip?" I asked in a rather harsh tone. I was in no mood to play games. His face fell a little, but only for a moment before his signature smirk was back in place.
"Aren't you even the slightest bit curious?" A question with a question. God I hate playing games.
"We've gone over this Sark." I replied crossing my arms impatiently.
"No Sydney don't flatter yourself. You act as if you're so vastly superior. When will you realize that we're equals?" His voice was cold and his icy blue eyes were beginning to make me uncomfortable.
"I'm not the one in a cell." I spat back. What on earth gave him the right to insult me?
"Not at the moment." He bit back smoothly. How could he make me feel so angry and small at the same time?
"Fine." I finally gave in. My nails were digging into my flesh as I struggled to keep my temper under control.
"I was born in Russia…" He began. I held back a gasp of surprise before nodding for him to continue. "My family moved to London when I was three. Both of my parents were KGB…but my mother was a double agent." His eyes started to glaze over as he continued with his story. "My father found out and murdered her in front of me. The bastard placed me in an orphanage." He was quiet for a minute. Before he began again he looked up at me. His icy blue eyes had grown red and watery. The murderous asshole was actually crying, and for a very brief moment I felt a wave of pity and understanding. "…To make that part of my life story a little shorter, In the orphanage I received a standardized test…a KGB version of project Christmas, I was recruited at 16."
"Ok…so now that I've let you tell me all about your horrible life, tell me about the chip." The pity had gone and I was back to being angry, impatient, annoyed, and very pissed off.
"I assure you I wasn't finished." He said a slight hint of anger filtering through his usually calm voice.
"…Then finish." I practically hissed.
"If you remember I also told you of the death of a lover." I put my hand to my head and sighed before nodding. "I was on an assignment for the KGB in Cairo. While I was there I met a young woman. She worked for the C.I.A, of course I didn't know that then. We fell in love; we were married three months later. After all love is blind. We were married for 4 days. She was one of thirteen C.I.A agents your mother killed." He looked up at me intently before saying, "Ironic isn't it?" I couldn't speak for quite a while after that, but eventually I managed to choke out something.
"Finished?" I asked. He nodded and I finally began to continue with my original interrogation. "Now tell me about the chip." At this he actually started to laugh. When he stopped laughing he looked up at me and smiled.
"I never said I would tell you anything about the chip. I merely said you were the only one I would talk to, and I have." My mouth dropped. This entire thing had been a complete waste of my time. I banged my fists on the glass in frustration before walking away. As I entered the main section of the C.I.A Kendall was looking at me intensely.
"He's a complete waste of time. Sark won't say anything to me or you or anybody else. Take him somewhere for unrestricted interrogation. I really don't care where just get him out of my sight." After I said this Kendall didn't bother saying anything else. He made a call to Langley to get security for Sark's transfer.
Vaughn walked over to me looking extremely concerned. I gave him a weak smile.
"I'm going home." I said. He nodded sympathetically before giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead.
The very first thing I did when I got home was pop open a bottle of wine. If I myself couldn't block out today's memories, then perhaps a little alcohol could. The things Sark had said were affecting me more than I'd like to admit. The parallels of our lives were creepily similar. Perhaps we aren't as different as I thought. I continued to think about it as I let the alcohol numb my senses.
"We are parallel's darkness" I said to myself. After almost two and a half glasses of wine I was already beginning to get a little tipsy. It was then that I heard something. It sounded like breaking glass. All that was left of my senses immediately became alert. I got off of the couch and cautiously entered the kitchen. There was shattered glass all over the floor. Someone had broken in. Then behind me a familiar accented voice began to speak.
"Hello Sydney." The man held a gun. I jumped as the phone rang and broke the tense silence. The man motioned for me to answer.
"Hello." I said shakily. It was Vaughn on the phone and his voice sounded worried.
"Sydney? Sark escaped! He was intercepted during the transfer…" I cut him off.
"I know." I replied before hanging up the phone. "Hello Sark."
A/N: I finished the second chapter! The third chapter is in progress I hope to have it up soon : ) R&R please