I'm not sure if I'm doing a crossover. Just for the fact that I don't know a lot about Lost since I've missed the last two episodes. Also, Lost focuses on the storylines of a lot of characters and I want to focus mainly on the relationship of Sark and Sydney. I'm just using the concept of them being 'lost' together on an island. I don't think I'm going to add the whole mysterious monster factor to the story because that would be a little too sci fic- ish… or maybe I should. I'm confused now. Lol. What would u like to read about? Anywayz, here's the next update. Sorry it sux.
The sound of people chatting, the fasten seat belt light go on, and a baby crying in the distance filled the air. Sydney was seated next to a middle-aged business man who was busy typing away on his keyboard. She imagined that he'd probably have a wife and two kids – maybe even a dog. She'd like to have a 'normal' life like his.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard, "Hi. Can I get you something to drink?"
She contemplated about getting a drink with alcohol or not. Then, she thought it'd be better not to and said, " I'll have a coke please."
The flight attendant handed her a napkin. Then, she heard the can top snap open followed by the sound of the soda pouring over the ice.
Shaking the glass, he looked at the deep red liquid. In his opinion, nothing compared to Château Pétrus, '82 especially after his treatment at the CIA. Sure he deserved the beating Agent Vaughn gave him after all he did sleep with his wife. Touching his face, he could still feel a twinge of pain. However, the black and blueness of the bruises were starting to disappear. It was worth seeing Agent Vaughn's face change into every shade of red imaginable. At least his scars were disappearing, but Agent Vaughn's 'scars' would remain forever.
Before leaving for the land down under, he treated himself to a nice shopping spree. He deserved it after being forced to wear the sorry excuse of clothes in eye sour orange. He needed to feel the touch of silk on his skin. He needed to feel it so much that he ordered five custom tailored silk suits. Hopefully, after this little mission he'd pick them up. Then, he bought three designer suits to wear for the trip. They made him feel important. Well that and because it drove women crazy. In fact, nearly every woman who saw him as he was being tailored couldn't stop staring. He looked like the very definition of 'sexy' in all black.
Now he was on board his private jet doing some research on his laptop and enjoying a glass of wine. He received an email from Irina stating that the extraction point had been changed to a nightclub in the heart of Sydney. In the email, she attached pictures and profiles of the men who would be selling the disk.
SYDNEY. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..........
"Uck," she thought. She had just received a call from Dixon stating that the extraction point had been changed. She hated going to clubs. It's nothing but loud music and sweaty people squished together.
She had changed her wardrobe from a business suit, a caramel colored wig, and pumps for "clubbing wear."
"What was with the Covenant and meeting in clubs?"
She was looking at herself in the mirror, putting mascara on. She was wearing a black halter-top, black stilettos, and black plants. She wanted to wear the black miniskirt but she wouldn't have had a place to hide her gun. This time she wore her favorite red wig. It added a bit of color to her dark attire.
She was now in downtown Sydney. It was a beautiful city, with beautiful people. There really must be something in the water because all the guys were gorgeous.
After taking a taxi from the hotel, she arrived at a club called "Cave." She went to the bouncer and stated her name, "Diane Deneve. I believe I'm on the list."
Immediately, the velvet rope was removed and she was allowed in. Once she entered, the music blasted and the strobe lights blinded her as she tried to look for the Covenant 'smucks' that had the disk. She immediately noticed them because there were two well-dressed bodyguards on either side of them.
Behind the two goons, she saw Sark talking with a man, obviously the one in possession of the disk. She approached one of the guards and told him she had a meeting. Then, the guard whispered into the ears of the man, and she noticed him telling the guard to bring her to them.
In a french accent, she said, "I'm Mademoiselle Diane Deneve. I believe my boss requires something of yours."
"Well, I'm afraid you have competition. This young man is offering twice as much" said the man.
Sark approached her looking too well dressed to be in a club.
He began, "I don't believe we've met." With a big smirk plastered on his face. "I'm Jack."
She reached for his hands, and said, "Enchanté" between her teeth.
Sark could feel as well as hear the bones in his hand cracking in her tight grip. He retracted his hand after she "shook" it out of life.
"My you've got quite a grip, Diane." With a big emphasis on her alias.
She smiled but her eyes showed pure distaste making Sark smile even more.
He turned to the man, "I'm afraid Diane here is afraid of a little competition Mr. Taylor."
"I'll match whatever his deal is," Sydney replied in a confident tone. She knew her offer was much more appealing to him by the way he was looking at her.
"You see the problem is, my boss decides. Now that we have two offers, both of you must meet him personally."
"Is that really necessary?" Sydney asked, using her sex appeal to make this 'loser' change his mind.
"I'm afraid it is."
"Well when do we meet him?" Sark asked in an over-confident tone.
"Right now if you're willing. There's a limousine waiting outside. I'll have the chauffer drop you at your hotels so you can pick up your belongings. You'll be going on a little trip" replied Mr. Taylor.
They were lead by the goons to the limousine. They rode staring at each other, knowing that anything said could break both their covers.
Thanx to cheekymelly for pointing out my spelling error. I love the French language… it's so sexy and sophisticated. Too bad that five years of French didn't really stick as evident with my spelling error. I'm so embarrassed. Lol.
Oh I named the chapter after that song about Jack and Diane, two American kids leaving in the heartland... la la la.I'm gonna stop myself b4 I get carried away. I might change Sark's Alias if I make the story a crossover though. Still haven't decided… cuz I like both ideas.