She splashed the water around her. It had been 2 weeks since she had been kidnapped by Sark. The strange thing was, it didn't feel like kidnapping. Kidnapping was just a harmless phrase that was nowhere near describing the situation Sydney was in. Kidnapping was hurtful, being forced into several circumstances that didn't feel like anything Sydney was experiencing. Sydney was having fun; even if she was kidnapped it was more of a vacation than anything else.
She turned the radio on with her free, bubbly hand as her other scrubbed a dish propped on the side of the sink. Immediately a new song came on the air.
"Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me?
It's driving me crazy!"
Why do you love me? - GarbageThe song completed her. She smiled as she poured another spot of washing-up liquid into the foaming sink. She stood scouring, and thinking. Thinking, about Sark and their relationship and Nadia and how worried she must be. Then her mind filled with thoughts of Vaughn.
Vaughn!
She thought scornfully as she placed the plate on the draining board, a little harder than anticipated. The plate cracked.
Vaughn, the man she had loved since the beginning of her career at the CIA. The man who probably didn't even care where she was, the man who she thought loved her back.
In two weeks he still hadn't managed to find her. He probably didn't care. It would be a snap for the CIA to find her. Sark and Sydney had been out of the house in Poland several times and been shopping, they hadn't used any aliases and yet such a large organisation couldn't find her.
So much for love.
She gaped at the cracked china plate on the table. She felt a tear slowly drip down her cheek.
A plate resembling my broken heart, who would have guessed?
XXX
"Sydney are you happy here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you happy living here in Poland with me?
The only reason I'm here is to be closer to you.
"Poland can get a bit boring but the other points are perfectly fine with me," she said flashing Sark a quick smile. "Why? Aren't you happy?"
"I never said that."
"But you're implying it!" she whispered.
"Sydney, I love spending time with you."
I love you.
"You don't mean that."
"I do," he replied giving Sydney an extremely serious look. "And I do agree that Poland is getting a little dull for my likings. Where would you like to go next?"
"You're asking me?" she asked, astonished.
"It seems fair considering I picked the last destination. Where will it be Ms. Bristow?" he asked, mocking her name.
She pondered for a moment before responding. "I want to go to a paradise island!"
"Are you sure you don't want a minute to think about that?" He answered rather bewildered at the sudden decision.
"I'm sure, pretty please?" she sarcastically fluttered her eyelashes.
"I think that can be arranged."
XXX
They watched as the sun dipped behind the hills. The purple and pink shades of sky illuminated the balcony. She gazed as from a perfect sky stars dotted the dark covers of night leaving her and Sark alone.
She trembled as the wind blew through her brown hair. Sark put his arm around her as she leant her head against his heart. She heard the soft thudding and realised that this was where she wanted to stay. Forever.
"Sark?"
"Yes love?" he replied in his British voice.
I have to ask him.
"Sark-" she paused, he looked at her expectantly. "Sark, do you love me?"
"I love spending time with you if that's what you mean. Why, do you love me?"
"Hold on, I asked you first."
"But I don't want to give you the wrong answer."
Because I really do love you.
"Why do you love me? Why do you love me? Why do you love me? It's driving me crazy!"